Chapter Forty-Three Hujia Retreats, Endless Music
Ao Ze was sad and angry, thinking that when his wife was still alive, no one dared to bully him. Now that he could not sleep at night, it was difficult to relieve his pain. Even if the sky and the earth are far apart, there is still a time when you are poor. Is it just the endless sorrow of separation and longing? Lonely no road, but frightened disabled good dream nowhere to find, dare to ask mandarin duck how to write? Moved worry, so that tears are difficult to collect, but also remember sentimental many worries, this is to regret when the long rest? Love is still difficult, just a few dusk, the rain soul cloud soul ruined a lifetime of haggard? How sad is it to see you again after a year of separation? It's hard to recall the past. How many romantic places? Infuriated to be full of deep feelings, but the mortal bond is not broken? Now, he had countless worries, but how could he live through the night? it is hard to write an inch of sorrow in my heart. No place to meditate, who knows what's going on now? But didn't you love each other back then? Only then would I not be so sad.
Ao Ze also wrote a poem: Before the silence of the night and the arrival of submission, every day's long and heavy oppression had become a kind of torture. In the ups and downs of the sea of love, the tears have already dried up, the road is unclear, but that fanaticism and infatuation are still biting me in the depths? Will the gradual sorrow be silently invoked over time? Don't you care if you'll never forget it or forget it forever? After the passion turned into indifference, he wandered in the silent wilderness, knowing that he couldn't let go of his feelings?
Liu Kun and Xu Run played the zither, and the soldiers and horses were trapped again. Thinking about how he had failed to protect Hu Ji's family back then, and now that he was in trouble, how could he fight against the other party's 50,000 people with only a few thousand people? They kept a tight defense while writing letters to request reinforcements. However, due to the lack of food and fodder in the city, the soldiers lost their fighting spirit and panicked. They could not help but feel sad.
Xu Run could see that Liu Kun was anxious but did not show any expression, so he was willing to play the piano for him to relieve his boredom.
Liu Kun waved his hand and let Xu Run leave.
Liu Kun suddenly remembered that in order to stabilize the morale of the army, it was not a bad thing to play the piano.
Liu Kun then pretended that nothing had happened. He didn't care about going up to the city tower.
They could see the movements of the enemy soldiers under the bright moon in the sky. It seemed that the city was silent but it was filled with murderous intent. They could also see the lonely city on the desert hill under the cold moon in the distant starry sky.
Liu Kun went up the city tower to patrol for a while, then he played the zither on the city wall and looked at the enemy camp while meditating and thinking about countermeasures.
When the soldiers saw that Liu Kun still had the leisure time to play with the wind and the moon in this isolated city that was on the verge of death, they were naturally very unhappy.
Liu Kun played the zither.
When the zither music started, it was like a dancing dancer singing, but it also seemed like he was dancing crazily with his sword.
It was said that the melody of the zither was the language that could understand the heart and the source of the heart. The music that understood the heart was the place where one was moved and the feeling that melted into the soul. The zither was meant to express one's emotions, but at this moment, the iron-willed scholar could not help but feel a little sorrowful and shout with the zither's strength.
However, listening to the music was sad and sad, and singing in the low voice was a low and sad chant, which touched people's heartstrings and moved them. Music in such a bloody. Killing. The chaotic era still had a huge magic power that would last forever. That kind of long sigh that melted away the sorrow, the gentle and sorrowful wail, made people suddenly feel nostalgic.
When the soldiers of the enemy camp heard this, they sighed sadly. It was a feeling of grief. The pedestrians moved strangely, and some even shed tears and sobbed.
Liu Kun could clearly hear the enemy soldiers standing on their horses and lowering their heads in the bright moon. Tears blurred and sobbing, knowing that my music has reached its peak, knowing that my emotions have infected the other party
Liu Kun suddenly remembered that during the war between Chu and Han, the King of Han used this tactic to weaken the enemy's fighting spirit. He thought of his experience in the Dragon Horse Futu Temple, where he defeated the bandits. Thinking that the Xiongnu soldiers liked to listen to Hu Jia, and he was good at blowing it, why not try this move?
Thinking of this, Liu Kun gathered some soldiers who could blow the Hu Jia and formed a Hu Jia band to blow the Hu Jia music at the enemy camp.
The music suddenly let out a series of clear whistles. The mournful and heart-wrenching sounds shook the heavens and the earth. All over the land, there is sorrow. The long, pitying cry spread far and wide in the dead of night.
The Hu Jia music woke up the Xiongnu soldiers, and they began to stir.
The music was pleasant to the ear, but it was filled with sorrow, like parents calling for their long-lost children, like a wife missing her husband who was away.
The people in Liu Kun's camp who blew the flute were also moved to tears.
The Xiongnu soldiers were also moved by the music to tears. Their morale was low because they were not in the mood to fight and even fled back in groups.
The Xiongnu leader saw that the morale of the army was lax and could only order the withdrawal of troops that night.
A song of Hu Jia saved an isolated city, so what kind of music was this? It was Liu Kun's music.
It turned out that this music resonated with the heart, but it moistened the heart and made it sound. It was invisible and tangible, silent and soundless, fighting without fighting, and shooting without shooting. It is understood by the heart and moved by the soul.
It was said that the mind was filled with hope and beauty, with the most beautiful artistic conception, as well as dreams and dreams. It had low-level expectations and pursuits.
When the music was soul-stirring, it was filled with vicious killing. The determination was accompanied by tragic pain as blood flowed. The determination was unyielding. Don't be vulgar. Don't judge a hero by his success or failure. Don't judge right and wrong by honor and disgrace, and let others judge right and wrong without taboo.
This was very similar to Liu Kun's character, even though in this city full of desires, this society was full of deception. Ah Yu flattered. He smiled obsequiously and continued to live in his own way.
Cold music, cruelty, bloodlust, ruthlessness, fearlessness, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, desolated buildings and broken walls everywhere, desolate and desolate places with thousands of miles of grief and sorrow.It was a tragic sight. It was truly a terrifying scene of martial arts and brutal methods. The bloody rain and wind were tragic and tragic, and the killing intent was too heavy. There was also the despair of being reduced to ashes under the spear and sword.
The music gave birth to hatred and gnashing teeth. In this era of crazy war, it made people hate war because they wanted to eat their flesh and sleep with their skin instead of not understanding their hatred. In this era of sad spring and sad autumn, it made people shudder with anger and roguish.
The momentum of the music war was earth-shattering and magnificent, giving people an abyss of suffering. In the misery and suffering of the people, they were frightened and trembled without thinking. don't. afraid. Fear of war. The unprecedentedly tragic Teng Zhuang started a precedent of killing wars. The brutal and inhumane behavior could be said to have reached the peak. Why couldn't the people of the world live in peace and enjoy the pleasure of licking blood on the blade?
In the music, there was the exhaustion of a long expedition. Although they won a small victory, they quickly became an arrow at the end of its flight. There were also opponents who quickly woke up from their initial defeat. Fortifying the walls and clearing the wilderness was another unstoppable force. There were also those who were preparing for a big battle or a long battle. When the two armies were at a stalemate, it was not certain who would suffer. Time slowly passed, and it all depended on who had the last laugh.
The music was General Liu's thoughts, but he was also saying that he was not a brave and violent person. His meticulous strategy was the thinking of a civil and military strategy. Although he did not have the talent to help the world, he had a method of gathering and annihilating. He had the method of avoiding the strong and attacking the weak, splitting and disintegrating. I'm also a commander who has been through many battles. What kind of dead people have I not seen? Although there were times of failure, there were times when the enemy was defeated and fled. There were times when the enemy was caught off guard and drowned hundreds of thousands of enemies as if it was child's play. He has made many remarkable achievements. His methods were cruel and merciless. Everywhere he went, he was killed. Although I am not an outstanding military talent and am still lacking in this aspect, I am also a scholar with an iron backbone. I have been through hundreds of battles and vowed to achieve my ambition of ruling the world alone. Our king is wise and resourceful. He has the ambition of conquering the world. There are many heroes in the court and the people. It can be said that there are many talents. Even a scholar like me can command thousands of troops, not to mention the generals of our dynasty. Heroes like me are everywhere in our dynasty. It's not that you don't know about the Great General Zu Ti. Even I am afraid of falling behind him and chase after him. It's imaginable. The reason why I have a place to use my skills is because I successfully persuaded the emperor to succeed and gained the opportunity. Many heroes did not follow their wishes and did not win. This failure was my oversight. Underestimating. It was caused by my carelessness, but I had already adjusted my mentality and prepared for battle. I have experienced many wars, and victory and defeat are common in the military. Winning or losing is not important, and it is not worth mentioning to me. I have never fallen because of failure. Look at my leisurely music. Am I a person who is afraid of death? Those who understand rhythm will naturally understand that only the vulgar people do not understand the elegance of my music. How can the humble people know the pleasant taste of the elegant people? Every beating note and tune is the passion and surging fighting spirit of every soul and life. What can you do to such an army that is not afraid of death? What else could he be afraid of if he was not even afraid of death? What couldn't he do? Regardless of life and death. Do you have the spirit to face death unflinchingly? It seemed that my head was hanging on my belt, and there was a risk of being picked off at any time, but it wasn't the first time I loved to play this dangerous game. In order to ensure that my dynasty unifies the world, although I am a stubborn man in literature, war is nothing in front of me. Mediating the war is a normal life, and success or failure is nothing. Although I'm in prison now, do you know what I'm doing? The so-called extraordinary people do extraordinary things. There was no need for anything or no answer. When the time came, it would naturally be very clear. There was no need to say anything about what had already happened. History might be ugly, but it was not impossible for a tiger to survive. It was not impossible to reverse the situation at a critical moment. This not only makes people think a lot, but also needs to be verified in the next step. Isn't it interesting to chew and suck it? Anyway, my meaning is clear enough and it's up to you to believe it or not. If you want to challenge my bottom line, you can come at me. In terms of success or failure, you can try to be a hero. Seeking glory and looking for trouble is only a matter of time for you. Don't blame me for not reminding you. Whether you want to be friends or enemies depends on your choice. I want to be friends with you, but it depends on whether you are willing or not, not someone who is afraid of death. Everyone is afraid of death, and I am no exception, but for the sake of my faith, I have no choice but to face it. Everyone was raised by their parents. Who didn't have romantic feelings? Who knew how many lives had been sacrificed for the war, but who would have thought about how sad their loved ones were? Who would have thought about the miserable state of mind when the ground was littered with corpses? Today, we are acting like heroes, but who is the real tragedy? As long as there is a person who is reserved and does not fight, there will be no tragedy in life. What is sad and pitiful is still people's own who can blame who? We didn't know each other in the first place. How can there be hatred? Have we been used by the authorities? Or is it because our desires are not satisfied that we are ambitious enough to devour the blood of other people's lives for pleasure? Why couldn't people do what they wanted and be used and betrayed? What about fame, power, reputation, and face? Who cared about leaving behind a legacy of infamy for ten thousand years? There is no such thing as a hurdle that we can't overcome. It's just that we can't throw it away. Learning to let go, not losing the last bit of good in oneself because of a little obsession, that would be terrible. Whose fault was it? Why do you pity the state of heaven and the people? The one who should be thoroughly enlightened and reflect on himself and not others. If he could see through it, he would put down his weapons together. Why wouldn't it be good for everyone to be brothers and friends when they were facing each other? It should be known that this world can live without anyone, but this Earth definitely doesn't belong to one person but everyone. Why do we have to fight and kill to the point where we can't coexist peacefully instead of stirring up the dust on Earth?
In short, the music was sonorous and powerful, exciting and clear, as if ten thousand horses were galloping in the spirit of dragons and horses. However, how many lives did a dynasty need to be built? How many pitiful people's blood had stained these fluttering flags? Look at how many families have been destroyed by the war. Lost and homeless. Destroy this beautiful river and mountain, see how many loved ones have been lost in the war, see how many enemies have risen in the city. Besieged from all sides. How many dead bodies and souls were still struggling in the battlefield where there were ambushes on all sides? Seeing that our soldiers were all heroes, ready to fight with all their might and fearlessness, and wanted to laugh and drink the blood of the Xiongnu, and even turned the tide, they did not give in at all, giving off an awe-inspiring aura that did not care about life and death. I'm very touched, and I don't want to play with people's lives like this. However, our territory was invaded, and our lives and property were plundered and killed. How could people with blood tolerate it? But who would think about their own life in a blink of an eye? Why couldn't one live a good life in a short span of a few decades? Why make things difficult for him? Why does war bother our lives?
The melody turned gentle like water. It was like seeing family members being enjoyed in the beauty of kinship, the kindness of parents, the love of wives and friends, the joy of children, the harmony and friendship with friends, and the joy of harvest. Although life was bitter, it was also the pursuit of happiness.
The melody turned into a sigh of sorrow and sorrow. It was the sadness of spring and autumn, the heartbreak of separation, the reluctance to part, the heart-wrenching helplessness of crying,
Liu Kun's talent lies in the fact that he was surrounded by Hu cavalry several times, and the city was in distress and helpless. He could climb the tower by moonlight and shout loudly, so that the thieves could hear it and sigh sadly. In the middle of the night, Hu Jia was played, and the thief soldiers wept and sobbed, as if they were longing for the earth. At dawn, he blew again, and the rebels abandoned the siege and fled.
Liu Kun sent troops from Schleswig to attack Bingzhou, but because he did not listen to Ji Dan's dissuasion, he sent all his troops out. As a result, he lost Bingzhou in the middle of the ambush, so he had to rely on Duan Pi and became brothers with him.
Duan Pi appointed Liu Kun as the Grand Governor.
Liu Kun led the army to crusade against Schleswig, but Duan Pi's cousin Duan Mohuai accepted Schleswig's bribe and refused to send troops to march.
Liu Kun had no choice but to retreat because he was weak.
At the end of Duan Huai's reign, he broke off with Duan Pi, defeated Duan Pi, admitted himself as Chanyu, and secretly sent a letter to invite Liu Kun to attack Duan Pi together.
Duan Pi Wei intercepted the secret letter. Although he believed Liu Kun, he still imprisoned Liu Kun.
Liu Kun was locked up by Duan Pixue.
Wang Dun knew and was very happy to let Duan Pixue kill Liu Kun while pursuing Liu Kun's close party.
Wang Dun saw that Xu Run had lost Liu Kun's power and was selling his skills. He went forward and slashed his sword, but he cut off his son's scarf and made his hair loose. He was scared out of his wits and went crazy.
Xu Run, who was once a domineering villain, instigated Liu Kun to kill him because he knew that Linghu Sheng was malicious to him.
General Linghu Sheng is upright, do not like Xu Run run mischief, advised Liu Kun not to keep him to kill him.
Liu Kun had the air of a celebrity, and his bones were aristocratic. He was somewhat out of tune with the soldiers who lived in poverty. He actually listened to Xu Run's false accusation and killed Linghu Sheng, causing him to attract disaster.
The emperor originally wanted to use Ao Ze, but seeing that he was too bad at doing things and offended the eunuch Ying Yu, he simply demoted him and ignored him.
Ao Ze being without an official meant that he had no money to make a living. He was in a situation where he could not even drink water and stuff his teeth.
In order to survive, Ao Ze thought of the women in brothels. He understood how much these prostitutes loved money, and there were also some who relied on obscene words and songs to survive. The former could not be used, but the latter could be used. In order to please these women, he would write some obscene words and songs to make them happy and mix them with wine and food. If he wrote well, he would also make his bed brother romantic.
Fortunately, these girls knew that Ao Ze had no moral character but had some talent and many people liked to read his poems. This naturally gave Ao Ze many opportunities to not starve to death and still have the desire to be gentle and lustful.
This is really: Why is the laughter of the wind and moon full of frivolous waves? Brother Kong Fang has no legs and is busy everywhere. Why does every family have two kinds of scenery and also enter the brothel? Misuse of love, dirty words, but they didn't count, but they were all willing. They were putting on a show, but everyone was exchanging cups in a lie? What love? How many lofty sentiments are there? It's scary to face true feelings and false feelings with reality. A heartless and passionate man messed up his feelings, and he still said what feelings were, why would he cry to death and swallow? Release... Abandoned, but love is everywhere, it depends on how one grasps it. Is there no lack of love in the world? If you clean it up, love will also overflow. You can also pick it up. It depends on whether you will pick it up. I don't understand why some people love more than others? What was the difference? Some people's love is eternal, isn't it unjust? There was even right and wrong? If you don't cherish it, it's still muddy. Is it love? Use it to write the Spring and Autumn Annals, to write wonderful, proud, and famous? Being too serious and too particular about love was boring and boring, but shouldn't a mediocre life be? There were thousands of kinds of feelings in this world, so why was it that the feelings were all different and still biased towards one side? There are many kinds of love in this world, but why is love so sad and sad? Love is not in the secular world, but only the shadow of the human world, how can the door of lovesickness enter the kind of love? He was indulgent and spoiled, but he was still pretentious and elegant among women. He was described by a romantic figure as unrestrained and unrestrained, and he wrote all the places where he was affectionate. However, the colorful scene that embellished his lovesickness was endless.
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