Li's path

Chapter 37
The curtain slowly opened, and a beam of bright but non-glare lights illuminated one side of the stage. Qiao Er, who was dressed in a dress, was quiet and solemn, and "Poetry of White Flowers" officially began.

"It's the 1100th year of the Qiyao calendar. In Liber 100 years ago, the aristocratic system still exists." The voice is pure and clear, the tone is elegant, and the emotional narration combined with soothing music brings everyone back to the era of drastic changes .

"The brilliance of the street is the shining of the human soul..." In the street at midnight, the pure white princess, Cecilia, is out of her mind, sad and entangled.The amber eyes are hesitant to speak, and the exquisite face is breathtaking.

The unorthodox up-and-down piano music is accompanied by the percussion of black and white keys, which is exciting, and the alternation of light and dark highlights the helplessness of the princess who is about to be swallowed by a huge wave.Confidante, fate is bitter.

Beethoven's "Moonlight" flows slowly from the fingers, and the scale of the variation rises with the high tone of the princess, and sinks with her low tone.She has never been so involved, never been so intoxicated. For the first time, Lisha put her whole body and soul into the music, into the stage play, and even traveled through time and space to see that poignant night.

As the curtain draws, the piano style changes, soft and soothing, a reclining chair, a cup of tea, and the winter sunshine.Just like the chasing of Cardamom's childhood, I can vividly remember it.When we were young, we had no worries, no worries, no identities, no differences, just because of fate, or some inexplicable reasons, we were as close as brothers.

"Do you remember, Oscar? When I was a child, I ran around in this small alley with half a wooden stick." In the crimson formal attire, the crimson was bright, and it was Julius Chaoyang, the aristocrat.

"Julius... how could I forget it. Those carefree and happy days spent with you and His Highness Cecilia... are irreplaceable memories in my life." Cang Blue knight uniform, blue sky and blue sea, but the rising star Oscar of the common people.Red, blue, and white, pure and dazzling colors, once resonated harmoniously and composed the most beautiful picture scroll.But now, the picture of harmony has been swallowed up by the huge storm of the times, and the red and blue are gradually submerged in it, becoming chaotic and defeated.

And the sound of the piano, which was as clear as spring water, became heavy again, and as Li Xia Haobai's wrist trembled, it hit every audience's heart hard.

"Deng" subwoofer sounded, and the clouds were dense. This is the prelude to the storm, and this is the high tide before the start of the huge wave.Yubai's fingers fluctuated, and he couldn't see it all. The huge undercurrent under the table was about to surface.

"Julius, you should understand. You can't let the power of the common people continue to grow." When the thunder exploded, the world was dark, with a proud face and an expression of contempt for everything, Duke Rado, a member of the aristocratic faction Leader, the cold and heartless words cast a heavier gray shadow on Julius' already gloomy mood.

"With all due respect, my lord father... the rise of common people's forces is probably also the inevitable trend of the times." Courage, the red knight finally faced the reality and revealed his heart, but it was useless, the autocracy and arbitrariness that went deep into the bone marrow, even if it was treason and collaborating with the enemy. To keep the vain glory.They are no longer aristocrats, and have long since discarded their true pride and obligations, leaving only their ugly faces and hearts.

"Oscar. I have high expectations for you. As long as we get the support of the royal family, we will definitely overwhelm the aristocratic faction. In this way, our populace faction will be able to take the lead." With a proud face and a confident tone, he is no longer the pioneer of freedom and the representative of the people. He only has the power that is about to be obtained in his eyes.

"But the speaker... Please forgive me for not accepting it. I cannot use the pure Cecilia for such political purposes..." Faith, the blue knight is like a sea swallow, no matter how fierce the wind is, no matter how heavy the rain is, Not backing down either.However, when the person imprisoned in the sea of ​​clouds becomes a beloved princess, Haiyan, who fights for freedom, will also break her wings.Representatives of the common people?Herald of freedom?Pooh, you are just careerists driven by power and interests, what is the difference from nobles!

Low trills, heavy notes, and dark tunes slowly intertwined and sublimated. Lisha, who was completely immersed in the music, had a dignified expression, because the strong wind, the huge waves, the thunder, and the violent storm were coming.

"Dang!" The movement that suppressed the two acts suddenly recalled a high-pitched sound, and the ground was thunderous and deafening. The first drop of rain finally fell and hit Oscar's face, as if he didn't realize it.Righteousness and emotion, revolution and princess, conflicts and collisions.

Cold light flashes, rainy days, alleys, drunks, knights, daggers, assassination.The anesthetic gradually spread, the chaotic thoughts became more and more chaotic, and the vigorous skills could not be displayed. The assassin's piercing laughter and the flames in the knight's eyes collided violently, and the fifth act ended.

The movement finally turned into passion, with sharp contrasts, high and low rotations, and ups and downs.The wind suddenly rises, the thunder roars, the torrential rain pours, the tide rises, the waves turn, and the vortex appears.

"Oscar and I... please allow us to duel as the head of the knight guards and the young general, and hope that the winner... will be lucky enough to become the princess' husband." With a solemn expression and a firm tone, Julius made up his mind .When it is broken, it is disturbed by it, and it is the three people who continue to entangle and suffer, so they cut the mess so quickly.

"!!!" The white princess became even paler. Will the childhood sweethearts finally face each other with swords? How cruel is this.Personal feelings, the fate of the country, the young princess, overwhelmed, father, if you were here, how would you make a decision?Why, why, why is fate so unfair!Goddess, if you are truly merciful, please save us.

The clouds receded, the rain stopped, the sky reappeared bright, and the sound of the piano gradually calmed down, but the hearts of all the audience were still heavy, as if a boulder was pressing on their chests.The brighter the light, the darker the shadow behind it, helpless and desolate.

"Unable to control themselves in the vortex of the struggle between the power of the nobles and the power of the common people, the two knights who were once close to each other finally stepped onto the stage of duel. The princess who realized their determination could only face it in silence, and finally it was time for the duel One day..." Everything was silent, only Qiaoer's narration was not in a hurry, and the hearts of all the audience gradually tightened with her voice and the turned on lights.

"Draw the sword! For the responsibilities we bear for each other! For you and my beloved princess!" The red knight's sword light was clear, and he pointed forward. At this moment, he is the head of the Knights of the Guards, and he is at the height of the sky.

"Before the storm in the name of revolution engulfs everything, decide your fate with the blade in your hand!" The Cang Knight stood solemnly and quietly with his blade like frost and snow.

The Ninth Symphony in D minor suddenly sounded, severe and powerful, shocking and tragic, deep and depressing, gradually increasing bit by bit, this is a duel of fate.

Staggered figures, dazzled eyes, clashing swords, sparks flying everywhere.The red figure sword is like a scorching sun, the blue figure sword is like a shower, you come and go, you advance and retreat, dazzled.The two swords clashed again, gold and iron clashed, and each retreated.

The fierce battle slowed down a bit, Oscar frowned, his wrists trembled, the pain at that moment was captured by Julius, he understood everything, despicable, how despicable, and he was burning with anger.

"The future life, the princess's smile, and the future of the kingdom, the winner will bear all the responsibilities." Feeling the heart from the wounded friend through the blade, the red knight raised his sword again to respond and charged forward.

"And the loser will turn into a soul to guard all of this, regardless of the outcome, he will be the pride of the knight." Seeing the opponent's fiery eyes, the blue fierce general has no regrets, raised his hand, and charged.

The white shadow flashed, and the blood flew away. The pure white princess, with a delicate body and a weak body, had no hesitation, and her life withered.The sound of the piano that had stepped into the ** stopped abruptly, it was silent, dead silent, the whole audience, dead silent.

Princess Cecilia is just like her title, with a clean and pure soul, she loves this land until she dies, and believes in the two childhood sweetheart knights.The treasure passed away, and the audience was full of sorrow.

The ethereal female voice came, penetrating into the soul, bright, holy, flawless, dazzling but not dazzling, the goddess, descended.The piano sounded again, the goddess of joy, holy and beautiful, shining brightly on the earth, it was the music of God, it was the chant of the musician who strangled the throat of fate, it was the amazing "Ode to Joy".

Blessed by God, illuminated by the Holy Light, the white princess, Libel's treasure, was finally taken back from the hands of the god of death, the withered flowers bloomed again, all the ugliness in front of her disappeared, and all the filth was swept away.

The nobles and commoners embraced and wept, the duke and the speaker shook hands and made peace, and Chi and Lan might have made an agreement to fight again after their injuries recovered.

Cecilia smiled beautifully, and the sky was bright!Please witness the goddess of space!May the beauty of today last forever!May Liber always be in peace!May Libel prosper forever!
At the end of the song, the curtain came to an end, and the audience was thunderous for a long time. At the door, a ray of silver passed by, and the soft curvature of the corner of the mouth could be vaguely discerned.

(End of this chapter)