"The peach leaves are pointed at the tip, and the willow leaves cover the sky. In his place, the grandfather..."

On the banks of the Qinhuai River in Jinling, on an old recliner, an old man in a straw raincoat held a fishing rod in his hand, closed his eyes slightly, and his spare hand slowly slapped the hand on the armrest, singing a song in his mouth, which was very interesting.

His radius was empty, but the darkness was full of guards. If there was no permission, no one could get close to him.

A figure passed through layers of guards. Under the gaze of countless eyes, he came behind the old man. He was Duan Jinjiang.

Duan Jinjiang stood still and saw that King Wen was still singing the song, but did not disturb him, but just listened quietly.

After the song, King Wen stopped his hand, picked up the purple clay pot next to him, took a sip of tea with the spout, and then smiled and said, "Is this song okay?"

"The words are clear, the rhythm is in tune, and the ups and downs are graceful and graceful, which is a rare good song." Duan Jinjiang replied with a smile.

King Wen said with a smile: "The first time I heard this song, I was taken to Jingshan to worship the sky by the former emperor. When I saw that my father liked it, I wanted to meet his preferences. I secretly studied for a long time. Finally, I had a chance to sing in front of my father, but I was scolded for not doing my job."

Duan Jinjiang twitched.

A prince did not learn the good literary and military skills, but learned how to sing music. No wonder he was scolded by the emperor.

This is a typical flattery when you slapped the horse's legs, and you can't tell the difference between the primary and secondary.

What made Duan Jinjiang embarrassed was that after learning this origin story, his flattery just now was a bit suspicious of slapping the horse's legs.

It's embarrassing.

King Wen seemed not to feel Duan Jinjiang's embarrassment. He said, "So, it doesn't matter what a person does. What is important is to know when to do what kind of thing. If you choose the wrong one, no matter how much effort you work, it will be in vain."

This time Duan Jinjiang learned his lesson, but he just listened without saying a word.

He raised his eyelids and looked at Duan Jinjiang. King Wen said lightly: "Have you thought it through? This time you go to the capital, you will most likely not be able to come back."

"If the prince wins, you can't escape, and Zhao Xuanji wins. Do you think he will let him master his many secrets. If you have been a colleague for decades, you will come back to Jinling?"

Duan Jinjiang's eyes sank and said, "The blood sea is deep and I have to go. I want to see the prince die with my own eyes. As long as he dies, I will never return. There is nothing worth remembering in this world."

King Wen nodded when he heard this and stopped persuading each other.

"Sometimes ago, I gave him a dead tiger and he gave me a rotten corpse. It can be seen that this prince is also a vengeful person."

"You want to go, it's okay, you have some knots in your heart, you always have to open them yourself."

Speaking of this, King Wen picked up the purple clay pot and raised it towards Duan Jinjiang, and said calmly: "Then I wish you this cup of tea, I wish you a good journey, although there is no return date."

Duan Jinjiang took a step back, bent over, raised his hand and fists to raise it above his head, bowed deeply, and turned around and left without any souvenir.

King Wen took a sip of tea, put the purple clay pot next to him, and looked at the calm and gentle Qinhuai River, with light and darkness flashing in his eyes. At this moment, no one knew what he was thinking.
Chapter completed!