The sun sets, the setting glow dyes the sky, the orange afterglow is plastered all over the imperial city, the ends of the earth, only the dusk of the imperial capital is the most charming.

Cangluan stood on the high platform, staring coldly at the withdrawal of 300,000 enemy troops from Lucheng, holding an iron shackle in his hand, and the other end of the iron shackle was tied to protect his hands.

He tossed and turned for many days, but fortunately there was a false alarm, but the original plan had been completely disrupted, and he was supposed to have to confess his guilt in front of the people of the world, but the life and death of the fish were uncertain, and he had nothing to do. He said that he wanted Youyu to witness how he conquered the world, but now that the people are gone, he faintly feels lonely. At some point, he seemed to feel a little tired.

The wind rises at night, and the wind is even more prosperous on the high platform. Mo Yilou brought a big piece and silently draped it on Cangluan from behind. Cangluan knew who was behind him, consciously tied the bond on his chest, and then silently looked down at the brilliant imperial city, the more he looked at it, the more he felt deserted.

Cangluan has not married yet, there is a lack of someone to take care of him in his daily life, and his personality is cold and arrogant, and no palace maid dares to approach him. Mo Yilou plucked up the courage to send him off, and wanted to ask him how he was doing, and whether he could endure hardships in the Hun camp, but he was afraid of disturbing his contemplation, so he stopped talking for a while, and turned away lightly.

"Did I let you go?" Cang Luan felt Mo Yilou's footsteps walking away, and stopped him painlessly.

Mo Yilou stopped his steps, turned around, and said respectfully: "What does Your Majesty command?" ”

Cangluan had no other intentions, he simply wanted to leave someone down to break the loneliness of a person, and for some reason, he paused, and then pointed to the lake outside the city and said: "My eyes are not very good, you can take a look at that lake for me, there is a blue fishing boat on the lake?" ”

Mo Yilou looked at the place indicated by Cangluan, as if he heard the fishing boat singing at night, and saw the calm lake water reflecting the blue sky, the water and the sky were integrated, quiet like a blue gem. The docks and restaurants on the lake's edge are lit with candles, like gold ornaments, embedded in the corners of sapphires. A crescent moon hangs in the sky, and at the end of the water are a series of mountains, and the end of the mountains is blurred.

Mo Yilou searched for the blue boat, his eyes were tired, but he couldn't find a trace. He said cowardly: "Please forgive your majesty, minister... No blue ships were seen. ”

Cangluan's words were full of plausible reproach: "Look at it carefully." ”

Mo Yilou sensed Cangluan's dissatisfaction, and didn't dare to say more, and searched carefully. After a while, Mo Yilou still didn't see it, he didn't dare to squeak, and the atmosphere was tense.

"Hey, there's nothing, and the dignified Emperor Yan will be so bored that he has nothing to make fun of?" Hu Yu mixed with a funny foreign accent, mocked recklessly, breaking the poetic ethereal artistic conception.

Mo Yilou began to feel that something was wrong, his body suddenly became hot, and even his face began to get hot, blinking his eyes frequently, and turning his head slightly.

What the hell is telling the truth! The thunder is coming, the guards are busy condensing their breath, who doesn't know that Cangluan is flirting with Mo Yilou, and the smart people are tacit, and they only say it without knowing it.

A pimple appeared in Cangluan's head, and he suddenly became angry, swallowed a breath forbearingly, pulled up the iron shackles and dragged the protector to his side, and threatened faintly, and his voice grinded out from between his teeth: "Are you blind?" ”

Hu Yu is not afraid of Cangluan, after all, Cangluan can't do anything to him, and said confidently: "Whoever is blind can see it." After speaking, he whistled at Mo Yilou and said jokingly, "Hey, you just let your emperor play, is it fun?" ”

As far as Mo Yilou is concerned, it is commendable for Cangluan to say one more word to himself, he doesn't dare to climb anything, he doesn't dare to dangle in front of Cangluan, he just wants to be able to look at Cangluan from a distance every day, and he is satisfied. This Cangluan actually had the heart to make fun of him, and he couldn't afford it for a while. He knows that he can only be good with Cangluan in a dream, he envies the fish, and he feels distressed when he is always envious. He felt inexplicably humble, hated that he was not noble enough and not qualified enough to tell him, and he even envied Hu Yu, who was choked by Cangluan at this moment, even if he was in prison, he had a reason to lean beside him.

Mo Yilou was overjoyed and only sad: "The minister is unwell, so he will retire first." Then he hurried away.

Cangluan watched Mo Yilou leave with an expressionless face until he disappeared from view.

Hu Yu rubbed away from Cangluan, paced forward to look at Mo Yilou's figure, and then walked back and unscrupulously hugged Cangluan's shoulder, hugged his belly and laughed: "Stupid? ”

In addition to the name of the prince, he also has an elegant identity - a lyricist of the grassland genre, he is not as warlike as his father, he is keen on women and poetry and songs, and talks about the philosophy of life when he has nothing to do. If he is someone else, he will be depressed and depressed as a hostage in an enemy country, but he is fearless, because literature and art do not distinguish between nationalities.

Cangluan's whole body was steaming with murderous aura, and he froze for a few seconds, then clasped Hu Yu's arms with his backhand, and pressed Hu Yu to the railing: "Do you think I won't dare to throw you into the barracks?" ”

"Don't—" Hu Yu cried out in pain, begging for mercy, "I'll teach you to flirt with him, I'm good at it." ”

Cangluan's anger increased even more, and he added one percent of his strength to protect Yu Le, and screamed. In the end, the two reached a reconciliation and became master and apprentice...

Protecting his cheeks and pondering, he took a deep breath of the cold evening breeze, and said seriously: "The love field is like a battlefield, and the next move is to chase after the victory, and immediately ask the cook to make a bowl of sweet soup and give it to Master Mole, and tell him to finish eating." ”

Cangluan nodded knowingly, and immediately sent someone to do it, but after a while, he found that his behavior was a little strange, and he probably didn't know why he bothered about irrelevant things. He regained a little soberness, and when he turned around, he saw Hu Yu sitting leisurely on his dragon seat with his legs crossed, only to realize that he had just obediently listened to his call, and suddenly became angry, and immediately rushed up and punched: "You are playing me?!" ”

"Oops, wronged!"

In the camp of the Li army, spies came to report to Shu Jin the news of the Xiongnu retreat. Cangluan didn't die, there were really too many variables in the world, and Shu Jin was numb. This time, he was neither surprised nor angry, he just drank a cup of tea quietly, demure and calm, as if he had seen through the dust.

It's better that the useless chess piece of the Huns is gone, so that they don't have to fight against him. Now the situation is very clear - Jin Li and Cang Yan are competing for the world. Although Cangluan has returned, Qiancang has returned to Jin, and the two families are equal in terms of strength.

Shu Jin asked the general: "What is the movement on General Feng's side, can you prepare for war?" ”

The general replied: "General Feng is only on the defensive, and has no plan to attack, and I think I am still angry with King Li, so we might as well let the wingman go." ”

Shu Jin glanced up at the general interestingly. When the general saw those bright eyes that implied tolerance, he panicked and hurriedly avoided Shu Jin's eyes.

"Yes, it's up to you."

The general thought that he had misheard, and cautiously asked again: "Does King Li mean to release the wingman?" ”

"Yes, you hand him over to Cangluan personally." Shu Jin's tone was tepid, "Do you understand?" ”

Sending a fish to Cangluan is not the same as letting a fish die?

Maybe it's loneliness that brewed his cold-bloodedness, Shu Jin was normal a few days ago, anger is anger, teaching people can still have traces, now this anger is so vicious, the words are thorny, no one can guess his extraneous sound, he is like a Maitreya from hell, smiling and pointing out two ways to go, and which is the way of life and which is the way of death but does not tell him, only gently urges people on the road.

If Shu Jin was described as hard-hearted a few days ago, then at this moment, he can only be described as "femme fatale".

The general oozed a large area of sweat, and he didn't dare to ask for anything for Youyu, so he obeyed: "The last general will take orders." ”

Shu Jin walked out of the main hall, leaned on the railing and looked at the barracks, his eyes were fixed on Feng Danmiao's tent, his eyes were darker than the night: Feng Danmiao, don't blame this king, it is Cangluan who can't fulfill you.