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Chapter 422 The Spring and Autumn Period of the Han Palace (Addition 36 for [Xiao Yi])

The profile of the domineering middle-aged emperor appeared on the left side of the video.

The profile of the middle-aged general appears on the right side of the video.

The two of them stared forward, their eyes seemed to meet, they seemed to be in the infinite distance, as if they were staring at the Weiyang Palace in the middle, and they seemed to be looking at Gu Xiaobai on the stage.

As the sun went down, lanterns and torches were lit in the Weiyang Palace, and then the day dispelled the night.

Time goes by like this, the sun rises and sets, and the heat and winter are intense in the blink of an eye.

The profiles of the majestic emperors and invincible military gods on both sides are slowly changing.

Wrinkles gradually climbed up the foreheads of the two, and the muscles of the cheeks gradually relaxed.

First, the frost on the temples gradually increased, and then the beard was mixed with white strands, and then it turned gray...

On the right, the invincible military god slowly closed his eyes, and then disappeared, leaving only the emperor on the left, getting older.

Gray hair, wrinkles, dryness...

A generation of heroes is no match for the vicissitudes of life.

When the majestic emperor finally closed his eyes.

The great strong man finally went downhill.

Then the rotation of the sun and the moon accelerated, and countless years of cold and heat passed by in a flash.

The once majestic and prosperous palace is also declining day by day, and the once mighty dynasty is finally about to collapse.

Suddenly, a huge fire ignited on one side of the majestic palace.

Thick smoke billowed, heat waves billowed, and the majestic palace turned into a pitch-black ruin.

Off the stage, not to mention those historians, even the ordinary audience felt their hearts tugged.

Why no matter how great an existence is, it is ultimately no match for the invasion of time.

The light and shadow continued to flow, and in the ruins of the palace, there appeared again busy migrant workers, repairing crowds, and reappearance of carved beams and painted buildings, but the grand scene was like a flash in the pan, and the once seamless palace had been moved from place to place and changed beyond recognition.

A palace, just like a person, will grow old with time.

Just as wrinkles cover the cheeks and white hair replaces black hair, the only constant in this world is change.

Suddenly, the palace ushered in a new revival.

With the advent of the prosperous Tang Dynasty, Chang'an is prosperous.

But Weiyang Palace has long since lost its original glory.

Because the forbidden palace in Tang Dynasty is called Daming Palace.

Then, the entire palace was completely deserted.

Dynasties have changed, time has passed, palaces have collapsed, palace walls have fallen, pillars have decayed, and everything has withered.

The magic of time and the ruthlessness of time are fully displayed here.

The faint sound of the flute is like weeping and complaining.

The boy in white on the stage, surrounded by a symphony orchestra of dozens of people and under the eyes of tens of thousands of people, was as lonely as a child who had lost his home.

He closed his eyes, trembling and weeping with a flute in his hand.

Slowly, the former palace had completely disappeared, and the surrounding villages began to invade slowly.

The former palace was planted with food.

The former palace wall has turned into the mud wall of the peasants, and the former plaque...

There have been wars and invasions here, until one day, a young man in white stood here quietly.

Standing in front of the front hall, staring into the distance.

Suddenly burst into tears.

At that moment, what did he see?
Is it the powerful empire more than 2000 years ago, or 2000 years ago, those two who taught him everything and always supported him unconditionally, for him, the most important elders?
Off the stage, the historians stared blankly at everything. They finally knew why Gu Xiaobai burst into tears when he stood in front of the ruins of Weiyang Palace.

"Shu——" There was another sound like a long sigh, and all the voices stopped abruptly.

Standing on the stage, Gu Xiaobai did not raise the flute in his hand like he did every time he finished blowing the flute.

The two-foot flute in his hand hung down, he raised his head, looked at the stars all over the sky, and remained silent for a long time.

Below the stage, everything was quiet.

After a long time, someone started applauding.

Then the applause continued for a long time. Apart from the applause, the audience off the stage didn't seem to know what to do.

No one even applauded, because they were so emotionally overwhelmed that they couldn't speak.

Many people lowered their heads to prevent others from seeing the moisture in the corners of their eyes.

The song "Ancient Idea of ​​Chang'an" is so soul-stirring that it is hard to calm down.

Whether it's the middle-aged military general on the top of the mountain, or the eternal emperor in the front hall, they all make people fascinated leisurely.

The weight of history, the feeling of passing through the long years and glimpses of history is even more strange.

It's like opening the perspective of God, seeing through the past and present of a city and a palace.

After a long time, Gu Xiaobai calmed down.

He lowered his head and bowed to the audience.

In an instant, the applause under the stage rang out again.

Then the cheers finally broke out again.

"Xiao Bai! Xiao Bai! Xiao Bai! Xiao Bai!"

The screaming sound seemed to shake the stage and burst the eardrums.

Gu Xiaobai bowed again, and then pointed to the people around him:
"Thank you Ma Di, the author of the original song, and the artists of Chang'an Symphony Orchestra around me, thank you, thank you!"

"This is my gift to the city, I hope you like it."

Gu Xiaobai stepped down from the stage, and the wild shouts from the audience still didn't stop.

On one side of the stage, the middle-aged policeman was guarding a box containing more than 40 long knives, watching Gu Xiaobai walking down from the stage.

How does such a young man possess such great energy, sing such songs and play such flutes, as if he can shake the heavy history, lift the corner of the curtain, and spy on the other side of time.

On the other side of the stage, Hao Fanbo stared blankly at Gu Xiaobai who came down from the stage.

He has experienced countless top entertainers in his life, and has seen countless top performances live.

But never once, I felt such a shock.

At this moment, he finally understood why he failed.

Why would they rather give up making money than hire so many sailors at their own expense?

What the hell was I doing before?

Is it this kind of performance that I hired someone to hack?

What kind of monster am I facing?

Next time I hack him again, I must give more money!
twice as much!No, ten times!
Everything in the event can be hacked, but for some things, the price of hacking is really very high!
Two thousand and two hundred years ago, Wei Qing, who had finally rushed back from Mount Zhongnan, was exhausted and was recruited into the imperial court.

The monarchs and ministers who are each other's brother-in-law and each other's brother-in-law sit opposite each other.

"Your Majesty, do you feel that recently Qu Bing is too arrogant?"

"Well, what the general said is very true, why don't you beat him up?"

"I……?"

"If you don't go and beat him up, is it possible that I should do it?"

Hey?It makes sense...

But what if I can't beat him?
This kid is tall and strong, and his riding and shooting are not weaker than mine...

Do I need to call a few more people?
The plot between the two was undecided, and Queen Wei Zifu had already come out to beat someone.

"You two are going to beat my Qubing, darling, Wei Qing, do you have any conscience? How did my sister treat you back then? You actually... woo woo woo, I'll wash you, wash you... and you Qu Bing was only 17 years old and went through life and death for you. He made so much contribution and suffered so much all day long, and you still have to punish him. What happened in the palace? If you dare to move Qubing a finger, you will never get into my bed again, you can sleep by yourself tonight, hum!"

The rebellion of the talented and bold Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty and the peerless military god Wei Qing was brutally suppressed within seconds.

I can only look at each other without words and tears.

Alas, since ancient times, loving mothers have lost their children!

(End of this chapter)