"Does anyone have any questions about my decision?" Qin Anbei turned his head and asked. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Subordinates obey." Everyone replied in unison.

Yan Ran clenched his fists angrily, one was willing to fight and the other was willing to suffer, what else could he say? There is really a crazy leader, and there is a group of crazy subordinates!

What a dog catching rats and meddling!

"Princess, how are you, are you well?" Suddenly, a refreshing female voice came from outside the room, and then the door was opened, and a woman in a red power suit came in from outside, with a red shawl wrapped around her arms.

Yan Ran glanced up, all her hands didn't dare to breathe for her, how could this person be so casual?

"It's okay, just a few injuries, and now it's almost healed." She smiled shallowly.

"I've already arranged Zhao Guo's affairs." The woman in the power suit said. "It's really troublesome, and sure enough, it's easier to kill people directly."

"I'm not at ease with other people doing this."

"Now that the seed has been planted, let me fatten it and sprout." Qin Anbei said lightly.

"Princess, but there is one thing that has not been dealt with yet, that is, the assassination you were subjected to that day, this group of killers seems to have appeared out of thin air, and the slightest force behind it has not been investigated until now."

"All the Assassins committed suicide and there was no way to live."

"Xia Han, you don't have to check this matter anymore, I roughly know who it is like this." Qin Anbei said, "If it's that person, you won't be able to find out anyway." ”

"Who?"

Qin Anbei did not answer.

"Xia Han, arrange for me to meet General Song as soon as possible."

"I'm ready for this, and tonight if the princess wishes."

"Okay, it's scheduled for tonight."

"Who is General Song?" Yan Ran asked curiously.

Xia Han raised his head and looked at him with an idiot expression.

"He is the protector general of Zhao State, and he was once the god of war of Zhao State."

"I think I've heard of it." Yan Ran thought with her chin in her head.

"How did your master teach you, and you don't even know this bit of common sense?"

"Hey, I don't like that kind of political class, all of them are calculating, the trouble is dead, there is going out to make money and happy, that old pedantic, he annoys me all day long, and he can't wait to kill him with a sword."

Yan Ran listened to Qin Anbei explain the task to Xia Han, he was about to fall asleep, so he simply didn't listen and walked out of the house.

The sky was not pure black, but a vast deep blue in the black, stretching into the distance, into the distance.

The moonlight shines on the earth, adding a little more cold brilliance.

An earthquake blew in the night, and the curtains beside the bed fluttered.

The cardamom candle flickered a few times, and the orange light lit the room, dim and dim.

In the room, Song Guoan took off his armor and carefully wiped it with a clean silk cloth.

It's not that he can't let his subordinates do these things, but he just likes to wipe his armor carefully like this.

This armor followed him for many years, and it was given to him by the emperor when the Song family was at its peak.

The original Song family was the strongest family in Zhao State, but unfortunately, his sons ......

The Song family has no one to inherit, no matter how brilliant it was at the beginning, it will eventually fail.

A tear crossed his cheek, covering the dense wrinkles on his face, time and youth had long since passed, taking away his former glory and his favorite relatives.

The only thing that can still accompany him now is his armor.

He held the armor in his arms, feeling the temperature.

The Song family has been lonely for two years.

One by one, his sons are far away from him, although he has always known that dying on the battlefield is an honor, and he should be proud of it, but the loneliness in it is really only known to him.

There is no chance to defend the country in the border area, and now he can only be a small city protection general, and his only duty every day is to take a group of rich children who are not educated and unskilled to wear officer and soldier uniforms, and parade around the city to solve some of the shortcomings of the people's parents.

Those calloused hands never had a chance to draw their swords out of their sheaths.

The red tassels on the sword that his youngest son had tied with his own hands had faded.

"General Song." Suddenly, a woman's voice came from the quiet room.

Song Guoan raised his head suddenly, who is it? If you can come to this room without you noticing, your alertness has dropped to such a level?

"Is the general well?" With a chuckle, her voice was cold and cold.

"Who are you?" Song Guoan asked.

The man was in the shadows, pitch black, unable to see his body and appearance, and his voice was probably a girl.

Even the light is swallowed up, as if a person born with darkness.

It blends seamlessly with darkness.

"It doesn't matter who I am, the point is, who are you, General Song?" The woman's voice was gentle and eerie, with a hint of charm in her moving voice.

"Ridiculous! Who else could I be? I am Song Guoan, the Song general of Zhao State! He shouted with his neck thick, his sword at his waist.

"Hehe, is that the high-spirited General Song who was once high-spirited and was praised by others as the undefeated god of war more than ten years ago? Or is it the current decadent, powerless, unused, and dying General Song? She chuckled, full of sarcasm.

"Do you remember the beginning?" A gentle sentence provokes infinite memories.

"What do you mean?" He unconsciously lowered his voice, like a lion before he got angry, without the decadence just now, he held the scabbard in his hand and pulled it out slightly.

"I mean, such a Zhao country is not worthy of your protection!" Her words rang out loud.

"Humph! If you come to sow discord, you are wrong in this kind of calculation, our Song family has been loyal and good for generations, how can we do treason? He sneered, his face full of disdain, and the corners of his mouth raised sarcastically.

"I don't know if the general has ever thought about how your three sons died on the battlefield?"

"What do you mean!" Song Guoan's eyes widened.

"The youngest son, but he doesn't have to go to the battlefield at all, after all, he is a ...... Do you know who he's for? ”

Bite one's tongue.

"What the hell do you know?" He got up from his seat in such excitement that he didn't even notice that his beloved armor was falling from his knees.

The fists were clenched together, and the bruises on the arms bulged.

"The wood is beautiful in the forest, and the wind will destroy it, and it has been the road of no return for all military generals since ancient times." The cold voice dissolved in the night, and people couldn't help but shiver.

The moonlight was obscured by the clouds, and the room grew darker and darker.

The temperature was withdrawn little by little, dissipating into the boundless darkness.

I can't help but shiver.