Zhao Shuo continued to move forward, countless rays of light spread out on his body, Shangjing's luck was cut out of his body, he began to separate from Shangjing, and strands of hair fell from his head, like a monk with an epiphany.

Pan Meimei looked at Zhao Shuo's back, tears were hazy, and shouted at Zhao Shuo's back: "Zhao Shuo, you can't go, you can't go, I beg you, kill me, you kill me." ”

Zhao Shuo did not stop, his footsteps walked steadily towards the outside of the palace, countless brilliance gradually dissipated, the sky was surging with clouds, and the light was brilliant, and he broke off the connection with Shangjing, he walked firmly and steadily.

Shangjing City was overflowing with brilliance, as if it was day, the stars in the sky seemed to have absorbed the actinization in it, becoming extremely dazzling and bright, the dark night was like a hazy white veil, and countless luck surged from the ground, forming a layer of mysterious purple-gold mist.

The gray-clothed old man had a solemn face, looking at Zhao Shuo's gradually departing back, wanting to shake his head, and wanting to nod, he couldn't understand what the second prince was thinking, and cutting off his foundation at the moment of victory, it was tantamount to severing the connection with the Heavenly Dao and cutting off the chance of immortality.

As long as Zhao Shuo can survive that period of time, it will not be long, it will only take ten breaths, and the luck of going to the capital will automatically feed back to him, and at that time, even the old man in gray and the masters in their heyday will not be able to defeat a city.

Zhao Ting pursed his lips tightly, clasped his hands in his sleeves and said nothing, for a moment, he couldn't tell right from wrong, whether the death of the eldest brother back then was really related to the second brother, and who did the third brother being pushed into the small pond? And some time ago, the father died, the queen mother returned to heaven, and the university scholar died violently, what does all this have to do with the second brother? Did Pan Renmei kill her second brother?

All the questions lingered in his mind. I don't know who to ask, he wants to believe the second brother very much, but reason tells him. The second brother must be inextricably linked to these things, and he can't tell whether what the third brother said about "believing in the second brother" is true or false.

Lin Wan'er once taught him to keep a kindness and be kind to others, and Chen Nuonuo also told him that forgiveness is raised to the limit, and everything in the world is sinless.

But what is the real reality? Like a fog. There are many, many things hidden.

Zhao Qian seemed to see what Zhao Ting was thinking, and slowly walked in front of Zhao Ting, patting him on the shoulder with one hand: "Third brother." There are some things that I can't think clearly, but the third brother believes that the departure of the eldest brother, the father, the queen mother, and the scholar has nothing to do with the second brother. ”

"Why?" Zhao Ting asked suspiciously, everything should have a reason.

"It's not because of anything. It has nothing to do with the facts. It was the third brother who chose to believe it. Zhao Qian said lightly, looking in the direction where Zhao Shuo left.

Choosing to believe, Zhao Ting nodded slightly, and many years later, Zhao Ting, the third emperor of the Great Wei State, who was known as "the art of checks and balances, controlling capable ministers, and suspicious", was in the midst of the huge contradiction between "internal strife" and "external strife". chose to believe in Xiliang Wang Baoyu and let him lead the western and northern fronts. chose to believe in Yubao and sweet potato, so that the two of them absorbed the luck of the capital, stood outside the palace, and blocked the great assassination that shook the past and the present.

Pan Meimei's face was full of tears, the pillar of the meaning of life collapsed, she was dazed and helpless, screamed sadly, shouted "Zhao Shuo", and then fainted to death on the spot.

Lin Wan'er and Rou Jia hurriedly ran up, picked up Pan Meimei, stretched out their hands to probe their noses, and exhaled a long breath, if you say pitiful, Pan Meimei is the most pitiful person among everyone, a person needs to deceive himself in order to live, which is a huge punishment in itself.

No one knew what Zhao Shuo was thinking at this time, where he was going, he walked out of the palace gate, looked around blankly, the breeze lifted his clothes, and he looked lonely. Turning his head to look in the direction of the palace, he muttered to himself, "I'm sorry. ”

With the footsteps forward, he and the mysterious connection of the capital city was finally completely separated, at this time he finally let go of everything, and his steps suddenly relaxed, the original road to the capital was so wide, and the lights of the thousands of homes in the capital were so beautiful.

He chose to go west, and went on foot, without stopping for a moment, only stopping for a moment at one place, meeting two people, and then continuing westward, no one knowing where he had gone.

It wasn't until many years later, and it was also a critical time for the world to conquer Wei, there was a high monk from the depths of the sea east of Dongying, rowing a boat, he didn't say much, purifying all sentient beings, practicing medicine to save people, and at the juncture of the Eastern Front War, he invited the east wind for Lin Chengping to burn the Dongying fleet.

This senior monk once met with Lin Chengping and told Lin Chengping some strange things: "The poor monk traveled all the way to the west, thinking that the extreme west should be the west, and the line lasted for more than ten years, but it turned out to be from the east. Lin Chengping was surprised, sat in a wheelchair and looked down at the ground, and later he told his eldest sister Lin Wan'er about it, and Lin Wan'er said: "The knowledge of the second grade of primary school, it's a fuss." Lin Chengping also told Lin Wan'er a lot of things about this monk, Lin Wan'er frowned, and felt more and more that this monk seemed to have met somewhere.

This was many years later, at this time, in the palace, Zhao Ting and Rou Jia helped Pan Meimei into the Qianqing Palace and settled down.

Lin Wan'er exhaled a long breath and asked, "Zhao Gan, you say, will Chen Nuonuo's fate change?" ”

"I don't know, probably yes, because Nuno has always regarded the second brother as the biggest threat, and has made a lot of preparations for this, and the final result has a big way out, and the second brother has not hurt anyone, so the ending should break that ring now, and Nuno can jump out of the endless cycle." Zhao Qian looked up at the night sky, and he could see Chen Nuonuo's beautiful smiling face.

"That's good, that's good." Lin Wan'er nodded with satisfaction, raised her steps and walked outside the palace, "Since that's the case, I'm relieved." Okay, Zhao Gan, I'm leaving, go and gather everyone in the Lin family, and then Huizhou, you take good care of yourself. Oh, by the way, one last thing, please do one thing, get my second child back from the Huns. Thank you. ”

She doesn't have anything to worry about, Zhao Gan lives in Gong Wei's body, she doesn't have hope for Gong Wei anymore, or rather, she doesn't love Gong Wei anymore, what she cares about is Gu Zhe, not just guilt, more missing.

Women are so fickle, perhaps, before the crossing, Lin Wan'er, who was still Li Niansi, had already vaguely felt it, but she didn't want to admit it, and she didn't want to add the love she longed for but didn't believe in to her family relationship with Gu Zhe, because love is too fragile, too easy to be wronged, and while giving a lot, it will also come with more burdens and injuries.

"Wan'er!" Zhao Qian suddenly grabbed Lin Wan'er's arm, and said with a smile on his face, "Wan'er, I can send you back to the original world." (To be continued.) )