Liu Qing poured two sips of cold water, holding a piece of cane sugar handed over by Xuan'er in her mouth, the hot and hot feeling was suppressed, Xuan'er wanted the beef bone soup to take it away, Liu Qing pressed the edge of the bowl with both hands: "Don't, although it was scalded just now, the taste of this beef bone soup is still good." ”

"Virtue, can you be a little promising. Xuan'er scolded, and then said to Li Yuanhao: "Your Majesty, why don't you serve a bowl too." ”

"Well, by the way, there should be another scallion oil flatbread baked in the morning, so bring it with you. Li Yuanhao said, slept for a while, and unconsciously felt a little hungry.

"Your Majesty, the slave maid will give you a new one, the next day's flatbread will not be crispy. ”

With that, Xuan'er went to the kitchen next door, and after a while, the sound of kitchen knives chopping green onions came from the kitchen.

Liu Qing took a deep breath, the pain in his mouth was not as strong as just now, and he lowered his head and drank a sip of beef bone soup, this soup is really good, oily but not greasy, and the strong fragrance fills the mouth, refreshing people's hearts.

Li Yuanhao got up, walked to the oil lamp hanging in the air, pinched the bamboo stick, picked up the wick, the candle flame swayed, and then the lights were bright, and Li Yuanhao's figure was transmitted in the big tent, outlining her woman's figure at a glance, swaying with the candle flame.

Swaying with the candle light is Liu Qing's eyes and a heart, in this late spring in the northwest, the grassland talent inexplicably felt a heat, reached out and ripped the button in his neck, and slapped himself twice in the mouth, Liu Qing took a big sip of soup and suppressed the impatience in his body.

Li Yuanhao sat opposite Liu Qing from the beginning: "Listen to Xuan'er, you have something important to tell me?"

"Hmm. Liu Qing wiped his mouth with his sleeve: "I'm ready to leave." ”

Saying this, he observed Li Yuanhao's face at all times, there was no mood fluctuation at all, the grassland talent was slightly disappointed, and the beef bone soup in the bowl was not as delicious as just now.

"You really should leave, when I traveled thousands of miles, I went to Shengjing City, although Hao Lian Liushui did not go to rescue you, but I still have some concerns about your disciple, I can't deny this. The world is competing, and the success of thousands of years is bright, and it is always necessary to choose one, I am narrow-minded, and I do what my children are long, and I can't become a benchmark for judging others. ”

"No, I'm not going to go back to the grassland, but I'm going to go west and enter the Western Regions. ”

Li Yuanhao squinted his eyes, and there was a hint of murderous aura: "Are you going to take advantage of the chaos in the Western Regions, set foot in the Western Regions alone, provide a bufferable strategic zone for the Xiongnu Grassland, and be the second Murong Peak? ”

There was a sword roaring in his sleeve, like a tiger roaring and a dragon roaring, and a strong wind suddenly blew in the entire camp.

The sound of an iron basin falling to the ground sounded next door, and Xuan'er's muttering also came in: "Hmm, is it windy outside? ”

Liu Qing grinned, raised his head and drank the beef bone soup: "This is the situation that a generation of emperors should have, and it is always necessary to do something to kill people in advance in order to prevent Yu Weiran." But don't worry, I, Liu Qing, can also promise you, I went to the Western Regions to sharpen the realm, and I have no other ideas, and with my strength, it is unknown whether I can survive in the Western Regions, let alone unify the Western Regions. Murong Feng is too sharp, and he has suppressed the Western Regions for decades, and now that the Poison Sword Immortal is dead, those capable people who have been hidden in the Western Regions for many years should also emerge one after another, the Northern Wei, Southern Liang, Xiongnu and Western Chu are all powerful courts, and the so-called rivers and lakes are just watchdogs raised by temples, in my opinion, the real rivers and lakes are in the Western Regions. ”

Li Yuanhao withdrew the breath released, and Xuan'er also baked the flatbread and walked out: "Your Majesty, eat it while it's hot, it's the best this time." Putting the scallion oil flatbread on the table, Xuan'er wiped her hands, feeling that the atmosphere between His Majesty and Liu Qing was a little strange, but what was strange, she couldn't say why.

Eating scallion oil flatbread with his head down, Li Yuanhao's voice was very soft and hard: "Liu Qing, remember what you just said." ”

"For the steppe. Liu Qing glanced at the northeast direction: "I don't have any thoughts." Turning his eyes back on Li Yuanhao, who was eating cakes: "The world is impermanent, and some strange things happen around me alive, and occasionally when I think about it, I can't help but smile bitterly." With your temperament, if there is no difference in identity and position, it is difficult to say that the lord of Nalan Pavilion and the lord of Hao Lian Pavilion will be able to become good sisters and girlfriends, go shopping together and choose rouge gouache, eat, chat about family life, and say bad things about people behind your back, it must be a picture of happiness, but it's a pity that ......"

"I have my own good sisters and girlfriends, so you don't have to worry about it. "Sister Xiaochai, Weaving and Dyeing, Shen Ning'er, and Xuan'er are all good sisters of mine, Li Yuanhao stretched out his hand and knocked on the table: "Liu Qing, you said that there are important things, not these delicate things, right?"

Liu Qing straightened his body: "I was led astray by you and Xuan'er, and I almost forgot about the business, haven't you always wanted to know the secret of Huang Chunfeng's broken sword, now I can tell you." ”

Li Yuanhao couldn't help but look solemn, Old Man Huang's sword must be extraordinary, otherwise the grassland would not have poured the power of the country to retrieve Old Man Huang's sword, but Li Yuanhao couldn't see the reason for it when he checked it over and over again, so she deliberately went to the Nine Dragons Pavilion to check the relevant books, what are the top ten famous swords in ancient times, and the Hundred Swords of the New Era, all of them were consulted, and there was never a single word to record this broken sword, as if someone deliberately erased the existence of this sword.

Seeing that it attracted Li Yuanhao's interest and attention, Liu Qing generally pushed the teacup in front of the Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty, meaning that if he wanted to know the answer, he would pour tea for the master first.

Li Yuanhao's face was cloudy, and he finally got up and poured tea: "Liu Shaoxia, everything is please." ”

The Son of Heaven of the Northern Wei Dynasty was not a person with backbone, but a utilitarian-oriented teleist, as long as he could achieve his goal, what would happen if he poured a glass of water.

Liu Qing took the tea, glanced at Li Yuanhao more, and was not looked down upon by the emperor of the Son of Heaven along the way, and finally felt a little like turning over the serf and singing at this moment: "The grassland is going south, fighting for this broken sword, because this sword is ......" Liu Qing paused, sold a pass, and took a sip of tea.

Li Yuanhao did not urge, but exhaled a long breath of turbidity, Uncle Hong had already told her too many things, and now she is not bad for Old Man Huang's question, no matter how magical a broken sword is, it is just a sword, is there an abstract meaning, or a concrete borrowing?