[Ancient Sword] Melancholy at Mausoleum

Night, the first quarter moon, the quiet moonlight fell on the ground, falling on the ground through the gaps in the dense leaves, and there was a faint sound of zither in the forest, which was not elegant. On the contrary, it makes people upset, and even can't help but have an urge to cry.

The sound of the zither became faster and faster, and finally, with a sharp sound, the string broke. The string made of high-quality thousand-year-old silk was so sharp that it cut the slender fingers into a long line. Ouyang Shaogong didn't notice the long mouth, he stood up slowly, took the jug on the table and drank it with his head up, halfway through drinking, he suddenly remembered something, stopped his movements, and put the jug The wine in the bag slowly poured to the ground.

The crystal clear wine shone a little under the moonlight, fell into the soil, and disappeared in a short while. He murmured: "Go all the way, the only confidant I admit."

He seemed a little drunk, with sadness in his eyes, "Why are you Baili Tusu's beloved...why did Baili Tusu become a demon...you know my past and what I will do, in your eyes There is vigilance, jealousy, but no disgust, and he is always on guard against me, but he tells me that people are selfish..."

He picked up another jug ​​of wine and drank it quickly and anxiously. Ouyang Shaogong had never been so indulgent, "Come on, let's have a toast!"

Ouyang Shaogong poured the remaining wine in the jug on the ground again, "If you are still alive, you probably hate me and grit your teeth, but you are the only confidant I admit. You are right, everyone sees things The direction is different, and no one can tell clearly what is right or wrong. Unfortunately, even if you still have an afterlife, I have already disappeared in the dust of history. Who will know me, Ouyang Shaogong, even if you want revenge, you have no chance."

"Too deep pain will make people become persistent. Even in the face of death, they can only go against the sky and go on step by step...I don't want to worry about whether what I did was right or wrong. At this moment, I am Suddenly there is such a little bit of regret, what would it be like if you didn't die, without such an interesting person like you, this great world will lose a lot of charm."

Everything was planned by Ouyang Shaogong. At first, he just wanted to get back his own soul, which belonged to him. Why didn’t even God want to help him? Hu also?Is the prince Changqin doomed to be widowed?Ha ha!This is the fate given to him by the gods, just one sentence made him suffer so much for life after life.

Obviously he is the prince Changqin, why is he so desolate, his beloved left him, Penglai disappeared in the East China Sea due to a natural disaster, once someone knew about his crossing soul, they would cast aside him and call him a monster, but Baili Tusu Such a good life, obviously eroded by evil spirits, often loses his mind, but his senior brothers are willing to accept him, care about him, and there is even a person who likes him wholeheartedly, willing to do anything for him.

"Baili Tusu, sometimes I really envy you. There are so many people around you who care about you, your master, senior brother, second senior brother, and many other juniors, Miss Qingxue..."

"I'm not reconciled...how can I be reconciled...eternal life is bound by fate...that's all...that's...that's...not bad...Second Senior Brother...let me play a song for you one last..."

A light flashed in his hand, and a radiant piano appeared. Ouyang Shaogong put the piano on the table and began to play, but the tune was full of heartbreaking helplessness.

"Why do you drift away... why are there so few Luan... why are you separated for so long... why are you restless... pointing to the clouds and asking the way of heaven... the music of the zither is full of blood!"

At the end of the song, Ouyang Shaogong was lying on the table, propping his head on one hand, with a fierce light in his eyes, like a wounded beast: "Originally, I just wanted to live a good life with the person I love the most. It doesn’t matter what I’m guilty of, or half of my soul, but God wants to deprive me of my last hope, what’s wrong with me...no...I’m not wrong..."

It turns out that life is really desperate sometimes, because at a certain point, when you suddenly look back, you will find that you have lost a lot, and when you look forward, you will find that in the long years, you have lost a lot. There really is nothing left to lose...

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