Jiang Li's temples ached again.

The anger that had surged to the tip of the knife was choked back again, and it was still the kind of basin of cold water that was poured into it abruptly, and it was suffocated without paying attention.

"......" Jiang Li rubbed his head, wanting to say something, but he was so angry that he couldn't say half a word.

Bai Ying felt that the invisible sword that was hanging to his neck fell down with a clatter. The air in the temple was fresh and peaceful again.

"It's dangerous, it's dangerous. Bai Ying subconsciously touched his neck, looked at Jiang Li, who was above him, and did not make the next move, and smiled lightly again, "Then, Childe, let's continue?"

Jiang Li's throat moved and he swallowed. He didn't respond, only his chest ached.

Bai Ying took Jiang Li's silence as a tacit approval, and smiled to himself: "Childe must have suffered something to make him what he is today." Although I don't dare to be presumptuous, I am good at taking care of my son's private affairs. But since I met Childe on the battlefield, I've never seen you smile, it's really like a ghost. Following a ghost like Childe, I also have to worry about my own life, so I have this question. Is this reason worthy, Childe will answer?"

The logic is clear, unhurried, and the intonation is long. Even if it took a life to pick up a life one moment, the next moment this woman was safe.

It is not at all the same thing that the Buddha died and died with her. The world is full of sorrows, and it is not as good as her being flawless in white.

Not here. Jiang Li's mind burst out of these four words again.

"Because of a choice. Ben Gongzi came up with the answer. Jiang Li unconsciously replied to the woman.

Now that the choice has come up with the answer, the confusion is relieved. Shouldn't that be happy, why is the son frowning deeply?" Bai Ying smiled, his eyes like stars.

Jiang Li was stunned.

Everyone rejoiced that he had finally made his choice. Even he himself accepts the trade-offs he gives. But no one has ever asked him why he is sad when he has the answer, which should be joy.

If you are liberated and the dust is broken, you should be at ease, why do you instead confine yourself to a cage -

This seems to be a truth that even children in the world understand, why he, or rather, they do not realize that the more they live, the wiser they live, or the more stupid they live.

It's not as good as being a child. Innocent-hearted, not afraid of all beings in the world.

Jiang Li's mind was a little confused.

"Okay, Childe can't answer. Then Bai Ying is bold, may I ask Gongzi, what kind of choice is it?" Seeing that Jiang Li was silent, Bai Ying asked directly, a pair of phoenix eyes were burning like a dazzling light, as if he could see the bottom of people's hearts.

"Jiangshan or beauty. Jiang Li was stunned and blurted out.

"What is Childe's choice?" Bai Ying asked lightly, his pupils clear to the extreme.

"Jiangshan ......" Jiang Li muttered in a low voice, his tone was a little hesitant, and then added, "Maybe......"

On that day, Liu Zhen and thousands of people who followed him knelt in front of him, forcing Dan's heart to be bloody, and taking the people's joys and sorrows as a fund, his body unconsciously stagnated, and then gave an answer before his reason.

Silent answers. Instinctive answer. He subconsciously thinks the right answer.

But he never doubted whether it was the real answer in his heart.

The three words added by the man at the end made Bai Ying's smile more and more confident: "So, for the sake of the country, give up the beauty?"

Jiang centrifuged the tip of the pain. Don't turn your head away, no more silent, just the fingertips resting on the desk suddenly clenched into fists, and the bones and joints gurgled white.

"I probably know what Childe is worried about. Bai Ying smiled, took a few steps forward, and unconsciously, crossed the distance that Jiang Li had defined at the beginning.

And Jiang Li didn't notice it. He just avoided his gaze and remained silent.

One step, two steps, three steps. The spring breeze is intoxicating, and the candle flame is swaying.

Bai Ying came three steps in front of Jiang Li, and could clearly see the man's unsteady eyes, his shoulders trembling with pain, and something she had never seen before, which was rare for ordinary people and him, helpless and bitter.

is no longer a son who looks like a god in front of people.

It's just an ordinary man who is greedy and obsessed.

The white eyes were dark, and the phoenix eyes that were as transparent as spring water rippled. She smiled suddenly, like a child, and showed a circle of broken rice teeth.

"Stupid, stupid. Childe is, and so do others. I have long heard anecdotes in the Central Plains that the emperor's harem is 3,000, and those who favor one person often do not end well. The king of the dead country is an idiot, and the emperors of the ages are ruthless. ”

"Presumptuous. ”

Finally, Jiang Li spit out two words in a low voice. Although he still didn't look up, his cold tone once again raised a sense of danger.

Bai Ying's face is the same as before, and his smile is truthful, without a trace of dust or impurities, as if it is snow in the clouds and waters in the sky, and it has nothing to do with the joys and sorrows of these beings.

"But, does Jiangshan necessarily refer to the emperor's throne?"

Does Jiangshan necessarily refer to the emperor's throne?

Beauty or Jiangshan, beauty is beauty, but Jiangshan must refer to the Ninety-Five Supreme, standing at the pinnacle of the chess game.

The wind asked lightly, but it was like a heavy hammer, and it hit the tip of the river with a bang.

Jiang Li's heartbeat stopped instantly.

He froze. There was a blank in his mind, and countless past events and yesterday were rushing to his heart, her face and the nine tripods of Daming Palace, everything was chaotic and chaotic, and she was noisily rushing between his spiritual platforms.

All his intellect and consciousness collapsed in that moment, and all his common sense and choices were all confused in that moment.

The only thing that is still clear is that Bai Ying asked: Does Jiangshan necessarily refer to the emperor's throne?

Jiang Li's temples were dull and painful, his vision was blurred, and he couldn't see anything clearly at first glance. He had to support his forehead with one hand, struggling to calm his mind, trying his best to maintain the arrogance and prestige of the chess boy in front of others.

The man couldn't hide the gaffe, so that the corners of Bai Mao's lips completed a beautiful arc. She didn't say much, took a deep look at Jiang Li, turned around and left.

Jiang Li didn't stop him. His own head was dizzy, and in a blur, he blinked hard, only to see the woman wearing a snow-white dress, like snow on the Tianshan Mountain, gurgling across the gold brick ground.

Far away, Yuxi dingdong.

But when she came to the door, the skirt paused again, and the woman seemed to turn her head, looking at Jiang Li with a clear spring-like gaze, and her voice drifted slowly with the evening breeze in March.

"Childe is so good-looking, like a god in the sky...... Lead the army to fight, win all battles, and ...... true heroes Then there are those who are sympathetic to the people, who are good at the common people, who are good at life, who spit and feed three times a day, and treat the great sages as thirsty, even my Qiang people can be treated equally, and they are worthy of being kings...... In the end, he was diligent in government, ate and dressed well, and had a warm heart and a heart, which made Bai Ying and I admired him to the ......"

Bai Ma paused, and there was a moment of silence. Jiang Li's vision was ignorant, and he couldn't see what she meant by her pause, only to see that the gold brick floor was faintly reflected by the candle flames, and the woman's snow-white skirt was like water, soaking all his sight.

The spring breeze is drunk in March evening, and the snow is white in the sky and the earth.

The last three words of the woman, like a thawing spring water under a snow-capped mountain, suddenly sprinkled towards the Jiangli Heavenly Spirit Cover, and suddenly a transparent coolness soaked his seven meridians and eight veins-

“…… Loved it......"

Xu is coldness was so clear that Jiang Li shivered.

Immediately, the door of the temple opened, closed, and a gust of evening breeze entered the temple, and the candles shook tremblingly.

Jiang Li tried to stretch out his hand and wanted to prop himself up from the seat, but the golden flower burst in front of him, his legs and feet were unstable, and he smashed an inkstone on the case.

Clang, screeching. The inkstone shattered into several petals, alarming a large stack of shadow guards and attendants outside the hall.

"Childe, what's wrong with you!" "Someone is coming!Passing on the imperial doctor!Childe's face is not very good!" Thousands of candles were lit one after another, and the night in Bashan suddenly became noisy.

Bashan night, March spring, thousands of mountains and ravines a round of clear light, late return to Zigui crying.