He's going to sing. Not only Lin Xiaoqi and Luan Xiaoer, but also everyone in the mortal world, including the Empress, were looking forward to Jiang Fan's strange singing style.
The empress vaguely remembered that Jiang Fan sang "Beautiful Myth" last year, which deeply touched her. So much so that she, who had always disliked vocal music, actually found a musician to learn this piece of music and just sang it when she had nothing to do. Later, the musician was no longer needed, and she would hum a few words to herself when no one was around.
This year Mr. Jiang claimed that he would present a song "Mortal Song" with the theme of "Mortal Living".
It's gentle, straightforward, nice to listen to, and as weird as ever.
But the empress was thinking, is this a mortal in your eyes? Can you still be a mortal?
"Mortal songs are nice, but I prefer beautiful myths."
At midnight, on the occasion of bidding farewell to the old and welcoming the new, the empress and Jiang Fan sat side by side on the top of the observation tower. Under the light of a red lantern, the snowy scenery visible in front of them and the invisible night in the distance had a strange beauty of contrast.
The empress felt that the mortal song was very realistic, but for some reason, she still preferred the beautiful mythical song.
Jiang Fan smiled: "There is a story about this song. Can I tell you? Once upon a time, there was a general..."
Jiang Fan's speech was somewhat stuttering, mainly to revise the characters. The empress listened with rapt attention. Since she could remember, this was probably the only story that made her heart tremble.
After listening for a long time, he slowly said: "It's a beautiful story."
Jiang Fan said: "A love story, true love travels through time and space. Unfortunately, after thousands of years of waiting and countless reincarnations, it is just a dream in the end."
The Empress also nodded: "The theory of reincarnation is unfounded, not to mention traveling through thousands of years. In my opinion, it is more like a dream journey with obsession."
"You can see clearly." Jiang Fan smiled.
The empress didn't speak. She suddenly felt that her vision was not so thorough...
"I'll sing it to you again. If you have time, you can also learn it. This is a song for men and women to sing together."
The empress listened quietly. When she first heard the song, she vaguely felt that it was telling a poignant legend. Now that she heard the story and thought of the song, she felt an indescribable emotion.
And Jiang Fan was humming a song, and the light and shadow overlapped in front of his eyes. For some reason, the people and things in his previous life were a little blurry. Slowly, they overlapped with what he encountered in this life, and he was confused between reality and illusion...
After singing the song, neither of them spoke, but looked quietly into the distance, where there was the night that Jiang Fan couldn't see through...
That night, Jiang Fan had a long, long dream. The woman in the dream was her at that time, and she was now this time. The figures overlapped and finally he couldn't tell... She was calling to him from a distance, and she was beside him. But she held his hand tightly, and finally didn't know where to go...
The mortal residence is prosperous overnight and everyone is enjoying themselves.
The empress left after midnight. The prince was so drunk that he slept past the first day of the first lunar month.
So, according to the prince's calculation method, he fell asleep on the first day of his eighteenth year, unabashedly showing to the world that King Xiaoyao was still too lazy to smoke.
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Two days passed by in a flash, and the third day of the first lunar month arrived as scheduled, but Gao Rong's wedding day was on a snowy day.
Jiang Fan got up early and rushed to Gao's house.
The Gao family is now decorated with lanterns and colorful decorations, and the hall is full of guests.
They did not hold the wedding in secret, but in an upright manner, sending out invitations widely and creating a great deal of publicity. The Gao family, who had no intention of murdering people, even distributed 10,000 sets of winter clothes to the poor people in the city, so that the whole Yangdu was talking about it.
It's just that Gao Qi didn't welcome guests like other house owners. Instead, he still wore the Shura mask and sat alone in the study. Even when Jiang Fan came, he did not greet him and only sent someone to invite him to the study.
The raised study room is also quite unique. It is more like a martial arts hall than a study room. It is five feet high and twenty feet wide. It is surrounded by swords, spears, swords and halberds. There was only a shelf built against the northernmost wall, which was neatly piled with military books.
He raised his head, closed his eyes and crossed his legs, sitting silently behind the desk.
Jiang Fan strolled around and read the military books on the shelf.
After a long while, Jiang Fan let out a surprised sound: "Commander Gao, I didn't expect that you also have the Guigu Art of War here?"
Jiang Fan couldn't help but be surprised. Guigu is an extremely mysterious sect. Only two disciples are born in each generation of Guigu, and different monarchs will be chosen to assist them.
And their inheritance is also extremely mysterious. I have never heard of Guigu scholarship spreading to the outside world.
Gao Qi was silent for a moment, then slowly opened his eyes.
"I don't know whether it's true or not."
Jiang Fan looked through it with interest for a while, his eyes showing surprise: "It's very authentic, it doesn't look like a forgery."
Gao Qi said slowly: "It's not as good as "The Way of War."
Jiang Fan didn't finish reading it completely, so he rolled it up and put it back on the bookshelf. He turned around and walked to the table to sit down and poured himself a glass of wine.
"It can only be said that each has his or her own strengths. No wonder the general is invincible in all his battles in the north and south. Just look at this collection of books on the art of war."
Gao Qi stared at him: "You should lead the army."
Jiang Fan smiled: "Being able to write about the art of war may not mean you can lead the army. There are many people who talk about military affairs on paper. I'd better be my Xiaoyao King."
Gao Qi didn't answer, but after a while he said: "You have a sinister aura about you, you don't look like a human being."
Jiang Fan was stunned for a moment, why are you still swearing when you are talking?
He immediately realized that he might not have meant that.
Gao Qi said: "The evil beast is evil."
A vicious beast? Jiang Fan frowned slightly, he should be talking about Zhangtai Palace looking at each other that day. Jiang Fan really doesn't remember what happened at that time.
The only thing that was clear was that the raised gaze made the blood in his body boil, and an uncontrollable violent aura burst out uncontrollably.
But he is clearly a human being, not some ferocious beast.
If we talk about ferocious beasts, I have seen them. At least the one who had close contact was that guy Long Ao.
Wait, thinking of Long Ao, Jiang Fan suddenly remembered that that day Long Ao vomited blood all over himself, and then he felt similar to the day he met Gao Qi, like a burning flame...
Very similar.
Could it be said to be related to Long Ao?
He was really a little confused about this, because after Long Ao spurted blood, his body seemed to have undergone some strange changes.
The first was strength. He found that his strength was growing. Now he could break large rocks with his bare hands without using any energy, and it was still growing slowly.
Then the body becomes more flexible and tougher. Many actions that were impossible before are now easy to do.
The recovery speed is also very fast. Whether it is fatigue or injury, it can be restored to its original state in a short time.
What's more strange is that he feels as if he has a wonderful intuition, like a wild animal, with an instinctive intuition about danger.
Finally, he found that his water skills were getting better and better, and he had an inexplicable affinity for water. The word "like a fish in water" is particularly suitable to describe his state. Now I can dive for half an hour without relying on true energy. This particularly frightened him, what the hell is this? Are you going to turn into a fish?
