The night is deep, but the people are not quiet.

Most of the lights in the Bechun Temple, which houses foreign missions, are still on, and nearly half of them have not returned. The chefs of Tiannan and Haibei are rooted here, which is enough to satisfy any picky person, and most of the people in the world-famous fireworks lane have the intention of visiting.

Ye Xinluo, the envoy of the Great True Kingdom, sat in his room after the procession, and at this time he had an invitation in front of him, which had been placed for two hours. He looked at the invitation again, and after a few moments, the person was gone. The guard outside the door yawned, unaware that the room was empty.

In a small building in the dance pavilion, Ye Xinluo suddenly appeared, silently, and no one noticed.

Laughter and rouge seeped through the doors and windows, like incense in the room, but it seemed extraordinarily quiet.

Chu Anliang turned his back to Ye Silla, looked up at the hundred flowers in front of him, and said, "I invited Brother Silla to come late at night to invite you to enjoy this "Hundred Flowers" together. ”

Ye Xinluo looked at it for a moment and said, "It shouldn't be called a hundred flowers picture, it should be called a peony picture." ”

The peony in the middle occupies most of the space, and the rest of the flowers are gone.

Chu Anliang turned around and smiled, and said, "Brother Silla, please take a seat." ”

"I like to talk about things while standing. ”

When you are tired of standing, you will be anxious, and you can only negotiate things when you are anxious, this is Ye Xinluo's style.

"Okay, let's stand and talk about "Hundred Flowers". ”

Ye Xinluo once again set his eyes on the painting, thinking about Chu Anliang's intentions.

"Brother Silla thinks how to change it, this painting is beautiful?"

Ye Xinluo didn't speak, and looked at Chu Anliang with a bit of scrutiny in his eyes.

Since Emperor Wu founded the Dongjin Palace in the later period, everyone in the world has been frightened. As long as Dongjin Palace wants to capture and kill you, no matter how high your cultivation is or where you hide, it is useless, and the strong of other countries are no exception. Although the Ming Dynasty was chaotic for several years, and Dongjin Palace gradually withdrew from the public's sight, it is still a force that no one can ignore. Now that Dongjin Palace is back, what does this big stall named Chu Anliang want to do? Or rather, what does the Ming Dynasty want Dongjin Palace to do?

Chu Anliang smiled kindly and said, "Brother Silla, don't you think this leaf is too much of a hindrance?"

Ye Xinluo moved his gaze to the painting again and understood Chu Anliang's intentions.

The Ming Dynasty, the Great Zhen, the Tulie, the Gulan, and the Southern Kingdom occupy nine-tenths of the world, and there are hundreds of small countries in the cracks of these five countries and the corners of the world. At the junction of the Ming Dynasty and the Great Zhen and the Three Kingdoms of Tulie, there is a small country called "Beiyou", and the leaf that Chu Anliang refers to is "Beiyou".

Da Ming wants to eat Beiyou?

Whoever occupies the North Shadow will be driven into a wedge for the other two countries. If Da Ming did not have the intention of attacking aggressively, then this wedge would be useless and would only be pulled out at any time.

Now the Ming Dynasty, want to go to war, and have the ability to go to war?

Ye Xinluo's thoughts spread rapidly, as if he was in the clouds, overlooking the terrain around Beiyou and the military strength of various countries.

"If you don't want this leaf, what should you fill it with?" Ye Xinluo asked.

"It's good to have white space. ”

Ye Xinluo suddenly smiled and said, "Then what's the point of removing it?"

"Maybe it could be a commercial port. ”

Suddenly, Ye Xinluo understood Chu Anliang's true intentions - Chu Anliang was not talking about Beiyou at all, but was testing whether Dazhen had a plan to go south!

After Tulie completed the unification, the belligerent atmosphere was very loud, but he could not easily go south to start a war with the Ming Dynasty. Once the war between Tulie and Daming is stalemate, then the Great True Kingdom can completely take advantage of the void, and it is possible that Tulie will be destroyed at that time. Therefore, the disaster in the north of the Ming Dynasty lies in Dazhen. Dazhen relies on the treacherous terrain, even if he invades the Ming Dynasty, there is no need to worry about a sudden attack. And if Dazhen intends to go south, it is impossible not to consider the problem of the north. Obviously, Ye Xinluo is not very interested in this issue, which means that Dazhenguo is not interested.

For three years, there was no major danger in the north.

So Chu Anliang smiled at Ye Xinluo.

Ye Xinluo also smiled and said, "The commercial port is indeed a good idea. ”

......

From 10 days ago to a month later, public and secret meetings will continue, and the complex and changing interests of the world will be reflected in this concentrated way.

Assassinations and transactions are innumerable, conspiracy and conspiracy are intertwined, and from time to time there will be misfortunes, and countless events are mixed together, stirring the storm in the night of Tiandu.

The people in the peaceful and prosperous world enjoyed this grand event to the fullest, indulging in the warblers and swallows and real money, standing on the high-rise buildings piled up with vanity and boasting, overlooking the bright lights in the heavenly capital.

Tiandu is really full of flowers.

......

Ning Du lay on the roof of his house, looking up at the night sky, looking melancholy, and from time to time there were fireworks rising into the sky around him, reflecting a faint light.

"Young master, aren't you sleeping yet?" Hu Ran yawned, leaned back a little tiredly, pillowed his head on the young master's arm, and fell asleep after a while, smacking his mouth from time to time, probably eating something delicious in his dream.

Of course, Ning Du couldn't sleep, he was thinking about a lot of things, because he saw Nanxing today. After so many years, he still recognized the other party at a glance, Nanxing is still the same as back then, it is really a memory engraved in his bones.

In the fourth winter of Ning'an, on the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, the lonely goose town in the border plug was snowing heavily.

Dong Jinwei, Feng Mo knife, embroidered spring knife.

Ping Shengqian, Di Mingyue, Nanxing.

Knife, fire, blood.

Teeth puncture the skin, bite through the blood vessels, fresh blood begins to gurgle out, and the pain fills an ignorant teenager with fear......

"I was hiding in the corner and not living well, but I was still alive, and a good person suddenly became a walking elixir. It's providential. ”

"Life—"

"It's so melancholy—"

"Back then, I was also submissive, silent, dodgy, never dared to raise my head to talk to people, nor did I dare to stand in the crowd, and occasionally suffered some bullying. Afraid of other people's indifference and afraid of other people's enthusiasm, there is no special favorite thing or particularly hateful thing, there is no joy or hatred for the world, duckweed is the same, so small that it is like dust under fireworks. ”

"Fate—"

"I've become like this now. ”

"Funny—"

"How can I tell if it's good or bad. ”

"Fortunately, I have a disgust with the world, and I also have joy. ”

"It's not early, it's time to sleep. ”

Under the night sky of Tiandu, the fireworks in the distance cast light and shadow, a sixteen-year-old boy and a fifteen-year-old girl, lying on the roof, asleep.