Outside Jinyang Pass, on the top of Tianmang Mountain, King Helan Yehan of the Rong tribe was riding on the mighty war horse that was sent as tribute from the Western Regions, listening carefully to the soft singing coming from the distance.

He asked the Shu doctor on the side in Rong language: "Mute, tell me, what is the song floating in the clouds and mist from the top of the mountain over there?"

The Shu doctor looked at the clouds and mists in the mountains, and flexibly gestured with his hands to the Rong generals at the side.

The general understood the sign language of the Shu doctor and said to King Helanye Khan: "Reporting to King Khan, the mute said, it was a song that was circulated in Chen State forty years ago.

The last song I heard before."

King Helan Yehan sneered and said to the generals around him: "His Royal Highness the King of Chu that I married is really knowledgeable! I also want to learn from Zhou Wen of Kyushu! You, go to the border immediately and catch me a talented person!"

"

The general of the Rong tribe said: "Yes!" But he couldn't help but ask: "My subordinates dare to ask King Khan. The princess once held the position of King of Chu. She is erudite and talented. She also traveled to many countries in the land of Kyushu and can speak the dialects of all countries.

Why doesn’t the Khan directly ask the princess?”

King Helanyehan's phoenix eyes glared angrily. He waved his whip and hit the horses of the generals beside him hard.

The horses were frightened and rushed down the mountain. The general held the reins tightly and heard King Helan Yehan's voice gradually disappearing behind him: "If I can beat the two guards around her, if I can crack her

Why are you so cunning with swordsmanship angry with a mute and a fool here!"

The doctor from Shu pursed his lips and smiled, quietly listening to the singing in the distance:

The Chu River is filled with smoke and the dusk is cold, and the solitary lamp is clearly visible on the passenger ship.

When he wanted to speak but stopped playing the piano, he rolled up the curtain and looked towards the south of Jade City.

The autumn wind is chilly and the cicadas keep chirping, and my dream of returning to Dongyang disturbs my heart.

There are three thousand songs and dances in Beijing, and fifty altars of fine wine from Lanquan.

I was alone in Sichuan and tasted hundreds of herbs, but I was riddled with strange poisons and couldn't die.

I want to return to the countryside and live leisurely, standing by and watching the world's affairs.

I had known that it would be such a troubling thing, how could I not have known each other before...

He knew the story behind the song, and he also knew the pain of the person who sang it.

He came a long way, across the sky of war, across life and death, across fate, across calamity, just to heal her heartache.
Chapter completed!