Wu Qingyuan sat in the front hall, after eating dumplings and drinking tea, he lowered his head, saw a clove of garlic falling on the ground, picked it up, and stared at the garlic for a long time: "I don't know what happened to Your Majesty at this time?"

That day kneeling in the snow in the palace, after he fainted, he was sent back to Wu's mansion, got a cold, this trip is a whole month, before and after Yuqing is taking care of him, night falls, Yuqing and clothes sleep on the ground, Wu Qingyuan is very grateful, one thing he is very clear, gratitude is gratitude, but gratitude is not feelings. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

I, Wu Qingyuan, are confused about everything, but the emotional matter is the clearest, Your Majesty is a man, what about a man? He doesn't care.

After a month, he could barely get out of bed, although His Majesty had not come, he was still most worried about Li Yuanhao, a stone blocked in his heart, tonight was Chinese New Year's Eve, he got out of bed for the first time and walked around, sat in the hall with the help of Yuqing, ate half a bowl of dumplings, was already covered with sweat, dry and wet heat.

"Grandpa, grandpa......" A childish shout sounded, and a child with pink carving pulled Wu Qingyuan's sleeve, pulling the stunned Wu Dagongzi back to reality.

Wu Qingyuan touched the child's head and hugged him on his lap, the child's name is Wu Sihao, the name was taken by Wu Qingyuan when he returned to his hometown, everyone asked what it meant, Wu Qingyuan laughed, there was no special meaning, it was catchy to read. Some people also suggested that the word "Hao" is repeated with the name of His Majesty today, which is disrespectful. Wu Qingyuan patted his chest quite proudly and said that it was okay, even if His Majesty knew, he would be very happy.

Indeed, if Li Yuanhao knew that there was a little doll named Wu Sihao, he would be happy and shy, and maybe he would give this little doll something, but unfortunately she didn't know.

Wu Sihao was shy to admit his life, but he was very close to the grandfather who named him, put his arms around Wu Qingyuan's neck, and asked with concern: "Grandpa, are you better?"

"It's been a long time ago, now I can go up to the mountains and tigers, and go down to the sea to kick the dragon. Wu Qingyuan pinched the child's fleshy face.

Grandpa is bragging again, it seems that Wu Qingyuan's habit of bragging is known to everyone in the clan, including Wu Sihao.

"Sihao, don't be too grandpa in the future, grandpa is called, I'm still young, I can call me brother. "Wu Qingyuan is good at persuasion.

"No!" Wu Sihao refused: "Mr. said, etiquette is the foundation of the country, it cannot be abolished, and the seniority is respectful and inferior, and it cannot be chaotic." ”

There is also the meaning of education in the tone of the little doll, Wu Qingyuan touched his brows, there is really no way to take these children.

After Yuqing cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and served the pastries, everyone was eating tea and pastries in the hall, Wu Sihao broke free from Wu Qingyuan's embrace, jumped up and took two pastries, one was stuffed into his mouth, his eyes were crooked, his eyebrows were also crooked, and the other was stuffed into Wu Qingyuan's mouth.

"Osmanthus cake. Wu Qingyuan muttered, took a bite, and pinched out the osmanthus cake from his mouth, looking at the sweet filling inside, His Majesty's favorite pastry.

He began to be stunned again, as if a magic force suddenly controlled him, unconsciously stood up, and walked towards the door of the mansion, how is Your Majesty, how is Your Majesty, I want to go to the palace, I want to go to the palace, this sentence kept repeating in his mind, as if His Majesty the Emperor was standing outside the gate of the mansion, and as soon as he opened the door, he could see His Majesty.

cough cough in a low voice twice, his body was still weaker, Wu Qingyuan walked to the door of the mansion panting, and put his hand on the door.

"Uncle, where are you going?!Your body is not well yet, don't get cold anymore!" An old man in the clan shouted: "Uncle, come quickly, the specialty brought to you from Jin'an, dried hibiscus plums, your favorite to eat!"

Wu Qingyuan stopped, sighed faintly, couldn't ruin the atmosphere, forcibly showed a smile, and raised his voice: "Don't move, the first bite of hibiscus and dried plums must fall into my mouth!"

The tone was full of joy.

Li Yuanhao put down his hand on the iron ring of the mansion gate, he was eating hibiscus and plums, and he was so happy and joyful when he heard the tone, in this case, why did he bother him again?

Returning to the carriage from Xin, Li Yuanhao grabbed the reins and glanced at the gate of the Wu Mansion, there was laughter and laughter from inside the door, the light was projected from the crack in the door, shining on the ground, and there was only himself outside the door of the mansion, the joy and happiness were theirs, and I had nothing.

"Drive!" Li Yuanhao drove the carriage, the night wind blew, and it was cold, and tears flowed out unconsciously.

A person, a carriage, the shadow is stretched and shortened, and the cycle repeats.

Suddenly, on the other side of the long street, a man covered in blood walked out.

Qi Da's shopkeeper adjusted his breath, he also saw the oncoming carriage, everything was carried out according to the plan, a group of people attacked the palace at night, and another group of people assassinated the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, at the same time, the spies of Southern Liang and Western Chu had also heard the wind, and the target was directly aimed at the head of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

But he miscalculated the strain speed at the Imperial City Division and the sticky rod, he intercepted Li Yuanhao at the fastest speed, the Northern Wei spies appeared in front of them quickly, and the two sides fought each other in the alleys, and the life and death between the spies were not tragic at all, but the plain and bloody with all means.

After killing eight Northern Wei spies, one of the left and right deputies of the Qi Da shopkeeper was stabbed in the throat by the other party in the way of exchanging death for death, and the other was shot through the head by a crossbow, and he himself was also stabbed in the chest after dealing with a woman covered in fishy smell and a young man dressed as a scholar.

After a short pause, he staggered out of the alley, but was shot in the left eye by a Northern Wei spy lying in the corner disguised as a beggar, fortunately he reacted quickly, twisted the split crossbow arrow with the double knife in his hand, and shot a dagger out of his mouth, piercing the beggar through his body and nailing him to the wall.

The layout of the Southern Liang cobwebs in the Northern Wei Dynasty for many years is now considered to be in disintegration, and the Western Chu and the Xiongnu are about the same, but everything is worth it, because the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty is about to be in a different place.

At this moment, although he was covered in blood and his left eye was bleeding like a big hole, the shopkeeper of Qi Da felt that his whole body was full of inexhaustible strength, and his heart was full of murderous intent.

Seeing the carriage of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the shopkeeper of Qi had a hideous face, and dozens of daggers fell under the traction of the iron wire, he was the golden cicada lang of the spider web of Nanliang, and the sharpest dagger in Tai'an City, his ultimate task was to fight the cat, Zhao Duling, in order to deal with the great eunuch and his mysterious silver line, he practiced the flying knife stunt, but he did not expect that it was the Northern Wei Dynasty Emperor who became a ghost under the knife in the end.

The emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty was crying? The king of a country was actually crying? The shopkeeper of Qi frowned, such a spineless monarch, the next moment, an indescribable pleasure rose in his heart, in order to suppress this pleasure that was about to overflow his heart, he personally made a cut on his body, and the pain in his heart suppressed the laughter he wanted to make.

The daggers swirled and flew in his hands, colliding with each other, making a piercing friction sound, and the shopkeeper Qi Da had a hideous silent smile on his face, and under the light of the bright and extinguished candles, he slowly approached Li Yuanhao.

Li Yuanhao jumped out of the carriage, stumbled under his feet, looked forward, a bloody killer, and looked backwards, it was an endless night.

Don't you even have the idea of escaping? The shopkeeper of Qi is getting more and more happy, adjusting the breath of his whole body to the highest point, and the killing intent is vigorous, I want to kill the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty like a cat and mouse, when the knife in his hand wants to cut through the neck of the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, it must be light, light enough that he can see the splash of blood and the passage of life, hahaha!

Still didn't hold back, still didn't hold back the laughter, Qi Da shopkeeper stopped, laughter came out of his chest, floating back and forth on the long street of Tai'an City! He suddenly wanted to apologize to the emperor of the Northern Wei Dynasty, sorry, because I was happy, I lost my temper!

A tearing explosion exploded in the air, and a figure shot like a sword from the string, because the speed was too fast, a cloud of mist exploded in the air, and that figure left an afterimage in the night, and came to the front of the shopkeeper of Qi in an instant.

The shopkeeper of Qi suddenly opened his remaining right eye, mobilizing his breath to defend, but he was smashed by one of the palms of the black shadow, and then he looked at the hand pressed on his face, the flying knife in his hand had not had time to shoot, the suffocating coercion was already coming, and the palm wind blew his hair back.

"It's dead!" muttered the treasurer Qi.

Then he died.

The body was embedded in the wall, the heart veins exploded, blood was pouring out, and the bones of the whole body were shattered.

Li Yuanhao stood where the treasurer of Qi once stood, one hand was slightly raised, bleeding from his mouth and nose, and he looked miserable.

In front of her and behind her, there was an endless night of darkness.

Put it down, it's just two words, only eleven paintings.

I've let go of this relationship.

(End of book!)