The snow gradually melted, and above the hill pavilions in the distance, there were a few silver and white embellishments, which were a little abrupt. The north wind began to howl again, passing through the alleys and penetrating with a chill.

On the courtyard path, Lü Buwei walked slowly, his sword eyebrows were frowned, and his thin lips were pursed. He was really annoyed, and now at this last moment, the people he cultivated were going to betray him one by one! Zhao Chan is like this, and so is Mrs. Lu! Is it really as Wumo said, just enough is the right way?

The early plum in the corner of the wall is not afraid of the cold of winter at all, and it is in full bloom. Under the tree, a person with a long body and a jade body, does not comb the crown belt, but does not stain the dust, and is independent of the world. But at this moment, the corners of his mouth curled, and he was smiling proudly: "Mr. Lu, I have already advised you, you need to put it down if you can afford it!" ”

Lu Buwei was shocked, when did this person appear here? Didn't he just go to the North Wing to settle down? This man actually came to him effortlessly under his watchful eyes!

"Just you guys, you can't stand me!" Wu Mo turned his back and turned around, smiling lightly, but the words he said were extremely arrogant.

Lu Buwei was angry again, and he couldn't find the words to refute it, the person in front of him did have such ability, and he still underestimated him in the end.

"What? It's cold, don't you invite me, a guest, to a few cups of hot tea? Of course, hot wine is even better! "Wumo arched his hand, and it seemed polite.

"Then please, Lu doesn't want to be said yet, he is not considerate!" Lü Buwei stretched out his hand to make a gesture of please.

A little girl had already prepared all the necessary decorations, and after a while, the two of them sat down in front of a pavilion nearby.

"Good tea!" Wu Mo picked up the teacup and took a sip gently, "Does Mr. believe in heaven?" Although he asked, he knew it in his heart.

"How can you not believe it!" After some hard work, Lu Buwei's mood was already peaceful. He wasn't such a susceptible person, but today's events were so complicated and chaotic, and he was out of control for a while.

"The reason why Wu went and came back was because he wanted to make a bet with Mr." Wumo said here, pausing deliberately.

"Bet on what?" Lü Buwei was alert, but still wanted to know what he wanted to do. Wumo is a god who is not fake, but now that he is involved in a lot of situations, how can he believe it?

"Bet on providence! If Mr. can get all he wants this time, then Wumo has no opinion. But if Mr. Ruo can only get what he wants most this time, then if he can't get it, let it go. The words that seem to be illogical are heard in Lu Buwei's ears, but they have a deep meaning.

To put it bluntly, Wu Mo just said that if he Lu Buwei could rescue the stranger in the battle of Qin and Zhao, then the rest would be left to fate, and he would no longer be under his control, including the twins, and Zhao Chan!

"What if I don't gamble?" Seeing through these, Lü Buwei directly refuted.

"You're already in the game, so you can't stop betting!" Wu Mo's expression was extremely stern, "If you don't gamble, the result you get may only be burned, not your ambition!" ”

Lü Buwei was silent, it was not Wumo who was betting with him, but he was going to bet with God. But at this moment, he has no capital to gamble and lose, Zhao Chan has betrayed, he will lose this game! And when you lose, give up at the right time to minimize the loss! Therefore, if you don't win this bet, you can only abandon your son and take your own capital to avoid it.

"So Mr. persuaded me to take it and put it down." Lu Buwei bowed his head, this person's words still had to be believed after all.

"Exactly! I hope Mr. will think it through! Wu Mo once again sighed that the tea in the Lu Zhai was a good tea, and his face was careless.

"Sir! Oh no, sir! Lu Buwei was not allowed to think, and Zhang Jian's eager voice came from outside the pavilion.

Lu Buwei, who was interrupted from his thoughts, was a little unkind on his face, and he really suffered a lot of anger today: "What is the panic?" ”

"Sir, Childe has been brought back to Zhao Palace!" Zhang Jian came to his senses and forced himself to calm down.

"What's going on?" That house is remote and difficult to find, no matter how he Zhao Jun searches, the probability of being found is very low.

"It seems that your people are not all loyal!" Wumo raised his eyebrows slightly, holding his head in both hands, with a sarcastic expression.

Lu Buwei glanced back at Wu Mo, then ignored it and took Zhang Jian away. Zhang Jian followed in a few steps, reporting something as he walked.

Wu Mo was not annoyed, his face was expressionless, but if he looked closely, it was not difficult to find that at this moment, his lips were slightly upturned.

The north wind does not stop, the hour is heavy, and the cold hits, so that people can't find the north. In the West Spring Hall, only dust is left in the charcoal stove, and there is no temperature.

Yiren sat alone on the couch, a cup of tea in his hand, and it was half cold, but he hadn't come back to his senses. It's back again, this nightmare place.

Everyone said that such treatment in the Xiquan Hall was the greatest tolerance of the Zhao State for a proton of an enemy country. But only he knew that when he lived in, there was nothing in the huge temple. There were no servants, only him, alone, not even a single ornament, and dusty piles up. He went to find the father-in-law in charge, and the father-in-law sneered, and in the end only gave him two blank eyes, but the new father-in-law saw that he was pitiful and gave him a few shabby ornaments. Every day, people come to deliver food, whether it is cold or rancid. He didn't know how he survived, he only knew how unwilling he was in his heart, and how much he wanted to live.

Later, the relationship between Qin and Zhao was warm, and his treatment was slightly better, and he could also enter and leave the Zhao Palace freely. But it was only a little bit, until later, he met Lü Buwei. Lü Buwei is his bosom friend, and even more so his Bole. More importantly, this person is talented, capable and financial, and can help him get what he wants.

Now that he's back in the place, he doesn't know what awaits him in front of him. Maybe Zhao Guo was forced to be in a hurry and directly attacked him, or perhaps, the Qin army broke through the city and saved him before Zhao moved him. It's not that he doesn't believe in Lu Buwei, it's just that in such a situation, he can't believe anyone.

Before Zhao Jun found them, he was the only one of the seven people in the small mansion who had returned here. He didn't know who betrayed him, and he didn't know who was really loyal to him. Leaving Zhao Palace, he lost Zhao Chan, and when he returned to Zhao Palace, his pair of children were gone! After turning around, returning to the original point, getting hope and losing it, it's better not to get it!

The winter nights are fast coming, and the winter nights are the longest, long enough to drain all one's willpower.

The Inhuman's body gradually curled up, trying to keep it warm. He is waiting for his fate, is his fate destined to be like this in this life?

His consciousness gradually blurred, and the chill gradually faded away, perhaps this was his fate.

When the light of dawn was sprinkled on the earth, the sun peeked in, as if it also wanted to see the scene of blood flowing under the chaos and strife. It's a pity that above the tower of Handan City, the white battle stop flag is hung high, indicating that the idea of the Sun Gonggong is bankrupt.

Wu Mo stood in front of the window, and his black and white eyes clearly reflected everything in the world, as if nothing could escape these wise eyes.