"Oh, what do you mean by that?"

Zhang Qian asked with a smirk on the corner of his lips, but it seemed to confirm Junzimo's words, and there was no surprise or accusation in his expression, but he seemed very interested.

"Last year, when Da Liguo attacked Annam, the king ordered the teacher to send troops to the rescue, and the teacher was on the way there...... I got a wind chill. Deputy Marshal General Gong led 100,000 troops and returned in a fiasco. ”

"Go on." Zhang Qian leisurely sipped the fragrant tea, picked his eyes to look at Jun Zimo, but in his smiling eyes, there was a hidden killing intent.

"The lord of the Great Liguo that year was Yan Chen, and the student Youxin had met General Yan Chen a few times, and he also instructed me to visit the teacher."

"Audacious."

Suddenly shouted, Zhang Qian made a straight face, and pointed at Jun Zimo as if he was angry: "Little ant, dare to collude with foreign enemies, do you know that this is a capital crime!" ”

Jun Zimo still smiled shallowly at the black face, neither humble nor arrogant.

"The king, solve the people's worries. However, King Jingyao is mediocre and arbitrary, and he is not worthy of being the king in the hearts of students. Jun Zimo was not afraid of his anger on the surface, and said shallowly, turning a blind eye to the illusion of angry eyes.

"Yes, do you want to die? Then I will fulfill you. ”

"No, you're not going to do that, teacher."

The two eyes collided in the air because of these words, Zhang Qian's eyes were quietly exploring, and the gentleman was calm.

"Hehe, tell me the reason for your arrogance." The sound of ridicule made the gentleman calm down, and Zhang Qianling must have been shaken in his heart.

Jun Zimo didn't answer his words, but just moved to the bookcase indifferently, took a pen, and wrote down a loyal word neatly. Then he said, "Teacher, please see, how about this loyal character written by the student?" ”

Zhang Qian squinted at the neatly written loyal characters, his eyes were cold, and he didn't respond. is meticulously written, but who can tell if that heart is left on that paper.

"The teacher still doesn't trust the student?" The gentleman lowered his head indifferently and asked lightly, those smiling eyes made him look calm.

"You were the one who assassinated the king a few days ago?" Zhang Qian lowered his voice and asked the question he had always wanted to ask. Returning to the old and paying tribute to relatives? How did you pick that time!

"Yes." The gentleman replied indifferently, which made Zhang Qianling slightly stunned. Originally, I thought that once he had arranged it, he would not admit it, after all, the people he sent did find his trace in the procession of returning to his hometown to pay tribute to his relatives.

"For what?" Zhang Qian raised his eyebrows and asked. If it's because of hatred, then Jun Feihong should hate himself even more! In that case, how could he believe his words!

"Ten years of hatred, tonight. On his dragon chair sat the blood of my brothers and fathers, and I will sacrifice his blood until they rest in peace! ”

"So, how can I believe that you will be truly loyal to me?" After half a ring, Zhang Qianling grinded the inkstone with one hand and asked quietly. It looked laid-back, it seemed to be just a chat, and it didn't matter. As long as it's not his Jing family, it's the same for everyone! And the teacher is the one who is the most capable of controlling all this! With a smile, the gentleman showed sincerity.

Zhang Qian raised his eyes and examined for a while, then raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder and said with a smile: "Young man, you just think naïvely, but I like your sincerity." ”

He didn't show his attitude, but since he didn't kill him, he was interested in his words, so he still had a chance.

"The student quit." The corners of the lips with a light smile, polite and humble. The two of them, who seemed to be honest with each other just now, are just the plain appearance of the respected teacher at the moment.

The moment he stepped out of the door frame, Junzi's smile froze, but he still walked calmly. And Zhang Qianling smiled meaningfully at Jun Zimo's back.

The sun was still quiet, as if the tacit deal had not happened.

At the corner of the building, Zhang Xianxian froze and still couldn't believe that this was true. It turns out that he is not just a simple thief, he also has such terrible beliefs. And his father is not just a minister with a heavy fist, he lives the throne of the king in his heart.

Suddenly regretting that he was hiding here and eavesdropping, it was originally vacillating, but now it is even more difficult to choose! It's better to go back to your own broken courtyard, even if you are bullied, it is better than being greedy for the far-reaching person under the calm of this hidden turmoil!

A man walks along the garden where no one is around, thinking about his thoughts. In that expression, there was a sad face, and he didn't even care about the stone steps under his feet. The foot is broken, and the center of gravity is unstable. Seeing that it was about to meet the ground, a warm hand took her arm, and then remembered the voice: "Girl, be careful." She looked back in disbelief.

His hand was still on her arm, and when she looked back at him, the worry on her face flashed, as if she was trying to hide it.

Zhang Xianxian's heart kept churning. What does this mean? I'm afraid that she will find out about his worries, isn't it, he also has his own in his heart? The thought only came to mind for a moment, and then it was suppressed. Remembering his conversation with his father, he pushed his hand away and walked straight ahead. He can't give the peace he wants, and being in troubled times is far from the life she wants! It's not as good as a short pain, it's better than being tortured later, what she wants is just a bland warmth.

Because I was thinking about my thoughts, I didn't notice the pain in my feet. After thinking about it, I realized that my feet hurt badly. Frowning at the past, he gritted his teeth and continued to walk forward. You can't get too close to him, or you won't be able to stick to your determination.

"Girl, your foot is broken!" A large hand grabbed her arm from behind, keeping her from moving forward.

"Don't worry about it, I'll just go back and apply some medicine." I raised my hand and tried to break free of his hand, but found that he couldn't break free with all his strength.

was angry for a while, and was about to say something, but found that he actually picked her up.

"I'll send you back."

The indifferent look seemed to be alienated and reasonable. But at the moment his actions are unreasonable.

But, with his warmth, she couldn't escape!

That day's corridor never seemed to end, her half-bowed head, occasionally with his footsteps floating on his chest, that moment of warmth, she thought that she would never forget it in this life!