The meeting, which was half forced, took place on a rainy day.

Taiwei was wearing civilian clothes, walking in the humid air, and suddenly frowned. She stared at Mo Shi Niang's back in front of her, and asked in a low voice, "Why is there no popularity at all?"

Mo Shi Niang didn't look back, and said casually: "This house has not been inhabited for a long time, so it is naturally a little more secluded, but don't worry, there is no such thing as haunting." ”

Taiwei followed behind, and Wen Yan blinked: "Oh?"

Mo Shi Niang's footsteps paused: "What?"

Taiwei strode forward and walked to her side: "What do you mean, don't you mean...... Is this a specially prepared place for this meeting?"

Mo Shi Niang turned her face sideways and looked at her deeply: "Aren't you happy?"

Taiwei didn't make a sound, just smiled.

Mo Shi Niang also laughed: "This is a convention, not a target, and it has nothing to do with whether we trust you or not." ”

Taiwei is still smiling, her eyebrows and eyes are crooked, and she looks ignorant of the world.

"I don't care if you trust or not. ”

"But you, Master, suddenly explained such a way, but it doesn't look like you at all. ”

Mo Shi Niang retracted her gaze, looked ahead, and her tone was slightly embarrassed: "What nonsense......

Taiwei grabbed her arm, leaned over and whispered, "But you're shy to think of taking me to meet the man you admire?"

"I'm a handful of old people, why are you ashamed!" Mo Shi Niang glared at her angrily, "It's here!

The hem of the curtain at the door made the rain wet and hung heavily, like a stone.

Mo Shi Niang stepped forward, kicked it away, and dodged inside.

Taiwei stood outside the door and took a deep breath.

Through the curtain, she faintly heard some talking.

It seems that King Xinling is not the only one in it.

Thoughts drifted apart.

Tai Wei raised his hand, lifted the curtain, raised his feet, stepped forward, and walked into another world with a body of moisture.

The people in the room were all watching her.

With a completely undisguised gaze.

Straight to the point of nakedness.

But strangely, these stares did not bring her any embarrassment.

So Taiwei also looked back.

There were three strangers in the house, one was young and the other was a woman, so the remaining man should be King Xinling. She looked at each other intently, and her mind suddenly went blank.

This man didn't seem to bear any resemblance to the King of Xinling as she imagined.

The person in front of him looks more like a ...... Scholar?

It's not a matter of age, nor is it because of the way he dresses, he gives people the feeling that he is so harmless and ordinary.

How is that possible?

Taiwei looked at the master in surprise.

How could the generals of the dignified Restoration Army have no murderous spirit on their bodies?

Wasn't King Xinling of Xiangguo a man who had grown up in a military camp since he was a child? Didn't they all say that he was—a terrible-looking man?

Taiwei stared at Mo Shi Niang.

Mo Shi Niang walked to her side: "Lord, someone is here." ”

Before the words fell, Taiwei had been pushed to the front by her.

This man!

It's really King Xinling!

She looked at him and saluted in a daze.

The belief of the Restoration Army turned out to be such an ordinary person.

Suddenly, King Xinling stepped forward, bent down and bowed his head, and gave her a respectful salute.

Taiwei was stunned for a moment, and took a step back abruptly.

King Xinling didn't move, he still maintained this posture, facing her, and said in a deep voice: "Jingning Bo Daen, we will never be able to repay you." ”

Qi Yuanzhang's death showed his loyalty to Emperor Jianyang on the surface, but for the Restoration Army, his loyalty was obviously still in his homeland.

Taiwei looked at the middle-aged man in front of him who saluted him, and the tip of his tongue was filled with bitterness.

Her dad is really good.

If King Xinling suffers a defeat in the future and the restoration army is wiped out, then the Qi family will still be the Qi family. Jingningbo Mansion, there is no one who attacks the lord, but there is still wealth and glory.

And if Emperor Jianyang loses, the new dynasty is established, and the Yuan is changed, he Qi Yuanzhang is a great hero. The old and weak women and children he left behind were all upstarts.

The glory and the scenery will only be greater and more lasting because of his death.

Everything is in his calculations.

Only himself, alone, trapped in eternal loneliness and loneliness.

As long as someone can win, someone will lose.

With his death, there is no failure to speak of.

At this moment, Taiwei stood in front of this man he trusted, and finally understood.

How wise the path he chose.

And Master, why did she fall in love with this man, she also knew.

The bitterness on the tip of the tongue fades.

Taiwei sighed.

- "My lord." ”

"How confident are you that you can win this battle?"

As soon as the words came out, Taiwei felt that a gaze fell on him coldly.

She turned her head to look, and met a pair of icy eyes.

Even, the pupils there seem to be really faint blue.

Taiwei didn't look away.

This is a young man who looks about the same age as Xue Huaijian.

Wearing a green shirt, from the clothes to the eyes, it gives people a feeling of ice.

"My lord. He called out to King Xinling, "How about I answer this question, Miss Qi?"

King Xinling shook his head: "It's okay, since Miss Qi asked me, let me answer." He asked Taiwei to sit down and speak, but he didn't hesitate for long and said, "Faith, to be honest, I don't have much ......."

"Lord!"

Before he finished speaking, the sound of persuasion gradually sounded in the room.

King Xinling waved his hand: "This is the truth, there is nothing that cannot be said." ”

"Everyone wants to fight a battle that they can only win and not lose, but there is no such thing as a guaranteed victory. Moreover, if it is a war, it is doomed to lose both. ”

"A man of flesh dies and dies. ”

King Xinling looked at Taiwei's eyes and said word by word: "Yes, I don't have the confidence to win." ”

There was no smile on his face: "But, I want to win, I want to." ”

Taiwei sat on the cold hard chair and listened carefully to his words.

Word by word, listen carefully.

After listening, she asked the second question.

- "Even if there is a river of blood, bones everywhere, and all the people around you are dead, do you still want to win?"

The third question is already on my lips.

Suddenly, there was a "presumptuous"!

Huo Di, a young man who had been standing in the corner, walked out.

"Who does Miss Qi think she is talking to?"

Tai glanced at him slightly, and the voice in his mouth kept coming: "King Xinling, at that time, do you think there is still a win or loss?"

After hearing this, King Xinling couldn't help but look at Mo Shi Niang: "Strange, this kid is not like Jing Ningbo, but a little like you." ”

Mo Shi Niang laughed dryly twice and did not speak.

King Xinling also smiled, turned his head to look at Taiwei, and said, "When the blood river dries up and the white bones decay, Miss Qi thinks what will happen later?"

Taiwei's eyes changed slightly.

The voice sank.

"It's a freshman. ”