In the private room facing the street, Fan Xian looked at the scenery on the street with oblique eyes, poured wine into his mouth, drank three glasses but frowned, and called the boss to come in and change.

It turned out that behind Fan Xiandi, there was the shadow of the temple. The little emperor of Northern Qi glanced at Fan Xiandi's silhouette and was extremely shocked in his heart. It's incredibly complex.

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The key is the kind of ruthlessness that cares about the front and the back, and the left and the right! With a sword, we must do our best, and the killing intent will move forward vertically and horizontally, and God cannot stop it, and the sky cannot hinder it.

Violent storms, crosswinds and snow, slanting winds and fine snow, do not need to return, and cannot return, and become ghost wind and snow, dark wind and snow, snow that covers the sky and the sun, and those that are born from under the feet, not to the knees, if the slightest mistake is made, I am afraid that the whole person will be buried. On this day, after dozens of days of bitter cold journey, all the snow suddenly stopped, just like God suddenly felt that his action of constantly throwing confetti into the world was very childish, and could not charm the eyes of the three young people who were determined to move forward, so he clapped his hands and withdrew his hands into his sleeves.

If he wanted to avoid this loose hand, his mind moved, and all the spiritual energy poured into the sword, naturally there would be a gap, a sword technique that was not perfect and had a violent aura, how could he stab the great master under the sword?

He said yes again, and then said sadly, "But I was always responsible for the deaths of those hundreds...... Yes. I'm a very weak and ruthless person, but after all, I'm not a monster like Uncle Wuzhu, and I still feel weird in my heart. I used to tell Haitang that if I kill dozens of people or hundreds of people, I may not blink my eyes, but I can't be an emperor because I can't do tens of thousands of people die in front of me, and I can remain calm. ”

With a heavy blow on his waist, Fan Xian's muffled snort turned into an extremely violent shout!

Chen Pingping nodded, and suddenly laughed: "How to get married to the ground? Your father came to Chen Yuan a few days ago to ask me for advice...... It's just not easy."

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"You're right." A strange smile appeared on the corner of Fan Jian's lips, "Your Majesty was furious, the case was investigated very quickly, and the news was obtained in the afternoon.There are a total of five city-guarding crossbows in the valley...... It's just that for some reason, it happened to be on your way back to Beijing after the delivery time."

Fan Xian was stunned for a moment, and quickly pulled her body down, knowing that what she said was wrong. Qingguo woman, Dafan is going to get married at the age of fifteen or sixteen, it is indeed rare to have a girl like Sisi who is still twenty or a yellow flower girl, although Fan Xian always thinks that twenty years old is the wonderful time to be mature, but in the eyes of ordinary people, Sisi has become an old girl.

Next to the dragon chair in the main hall, behind the bead curtain, the queen mother, who has not hung the curtain for several years, is waiting for their arrival.

"Okay, the court shouldn't be able to find out. ”