"Oh" Silently, Yu Ze nodded, and raised his sword eyebrows, "If the shoes are big, the widow will stand in place, and the shoes will not fall." Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Speaking of this, Le Ju's eyebrows raised slightly. He naturally knew in his heart who the "shoes" Yu Ze was talking about, but no matter what, he didn't expect the man in front of him to say such a thing.

A man who has climbed out of the mire is willing to stop the high pace for a woman, and such a woman must have been branded on the ambition of a man.

"The king is the best of men, and who can stop the king's steps? Le Ju's face moved, squeezed out a smile, and said in a tentative tone.

Le Ju's reply immediately made Yu Ze's eyes have a cold light, he raised his eyebrows, and suddenly smiled wistfully, "Sir, what are you most afraid of in the hearts of widows?"

In the face of the sudden laughter and questioning, Le Ju didn't dare to answer, just lowered his head and looked at his feet, "The minister's boots are small, and I don't know how long these boots can last." ”

The splendid room was so spacious that it made people feel desolate and desolate, Yu Ze's laughter suddenly stopped, he turned around, and stared at Le Ju's gorgeous boots, "Mr. is wearing the wrong boots, what about your old boots in Xuzhou, Chu State, I don't know where these pairs came from?"

"King Qin's Palace." Le Ju didn't look up, looking at the boots that had traveled a long way but were not stained with a single speck of dust, his whole voice sank, "These shoes are very beautiful, but my feet and these shoes are very uncomfortable, the king has to think twice!"

A miserable smile flashed across Yu Ze's face, "The widow can be cut to fit in, but I'm afraid she won't be able to adapt to the smell of blood." ”

When Le Ju heard this, he was shocked, the man the woman was waiting for was not the king in front of him, but the king in front of him was planning to cut his feet, and the fate of the man who was waiting for him would probably be unfortunate.

The man who crawled out of the quagmire, what he wanted, never cared about the means, all he wanted was the result.

"Mr. Leju, I have heard that you have persuaded the kings of those two countries. Seeing that Le Ju didn't answer for a long time after he finished speaking, Yu Ze raised his smile, and his eyes were as invisible as an abyss.

"Hmm." Le Ju noticed his gaffe, and he avoided Yu Ze's gaze, "The minister has already persuaded the King of Wei in Hangu Pass, presumably the good news will come in the next few days." ”

"Okay, my second brother is also going to Lu with the army. Yu Ze nodded, "You go down, lobbyist, you go and help me see the woman, she has been waiting in the city." ”

"Yes, King." Le Ju kowtowed, took a few steps back, and turned around and walked towards the outside of the main hall.

Yu Ze looked at the other party's back, he hesitated again in an instant, he wanted to call Le Ju, but it was difficult to open the words in his heart.

Many years later, when the news of Tuoba Qian's death crossed the shallow strait to his ears, he sat on the huge throne, facing his courtiers, and just shouted in a stunned voice, "I was wrong, my boots were trampled underfoot, no matter how much I wronged my feet, that person would not be happy." ”

The large hall was silent, and the ministers looked at each other, not knowing the meaning of the words of the man on the throne today.

.......

【Lu Country.Pudan Grassland】

The storm blew up the snow, and above the snow was still a blue sky, and the goshawk circled in the headwind, and in its eyes was a ruined city.

Looking down from mid-air, there are a few black dots above the city, and the continuous city walls cut off the Pudan grassland and the eastern part of the Lu country, like a giant dragon hibernating.

It was the city that had not yet been burned down by the Huangyang tribe's Zadar, and now the city was a little alive again.

On top of the low walls of the city, a thousand people stood in a row, all of them looking at the man sitting in the crowd. He gasped for breath, and at his feet rested a silver sword, the blade of which was covered with coagulated blood and embellished with white hoarfrost.

The man raised his head and looked at the goshawk above his head, there were actually cloudy tears falling from his eyes, and the biting cold may have made the man's heart frostbite.

The storm was all around, and the wind and snow covered the goshawk's body, and the man lowered his head and propped his hands on the snow-covered stones.

Under the city, there were seventy or eighty thousand soldiers of the Lu State, two men in red armor rode horses and stood side by side, and a man looked at the thousands of people on the city, "If our rescue is a little later, Youming Xing may all be buried in the "Broken Road", fortunately, General Shang can distinguish that the enemy soldiers in the storm are all snowmen with clothes. ”

"It was a frozen scarecrow, and the Chu army watered the scarecrow at night. Shang Xie smiled dryly, "Zuo Li, it's so cold this weather!"

"Hmm." Zuo Li's lips that were frozen to an icy purple moved slightly, looking at the city, his hand suddenly moved, he raised and pointed to the city, his voice trembled, "He... He stood up..."

When Shang Xie heard this, he also raised his head suddenly, looking at the man who stood up with the remnants of the stone from a distance, and a smile appeared on his pale face.

There are less than 4,000 of the 20,000 or so Youming people now, and he still remembers that when he went to support a few days ago, he saw the "Youming" who broke through. Now, when he closes his eyes, he remembers a corpse lying in the storm.

There was a tingling sensation on his face, and the whistling wind and snow passed by Shang Xie's ears, Shang Xie smiled lightly, "They are ready to break through again, we are now surrounded." Hey, it's worthy of two people from the battle gate, the strategy of marching is unpredictable. ”

Zuo Li turned his head, and he was a little depressed in his heart. Facing the sudden appearance of Chu Jun Shen Ling, he still felt a little shocked now, the man who had become famous twenty years ago made him afraid of the fighters of the Battle Gate.

The Han calendar's "Legacy Wind" says that it is the battle gate, the killer gate and the shadow gate created by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. But Zuo Li vaguely felt in his heart that the "Legacy Style" of the Han calendar was not written down by the historian, and the battle gate was definitely not built by Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, and the famous generals of that era were also shocking.

"General, you are from the battle gate, then do you know..."Zuo Li opened his mouth hesitantly, but he noticed a little panic flashing in Shang Xie's eyes, and what he said was another pause.

Since he knew the evil business, Zuo Li saw the other party like this for the first time. The ethereal and ethereal words of "The Legacy of the Wind" resolutely hide a terrifying secret, and above the war-torn and crowded Zhongzhou, where should the final victor of this group of "fighters" go?