The shocking news is coming.

In a split second.

Chu Xuan and Zhao Shanhe, both of whom became the focus of attention at the same time.

However, compared to the long-famous Zhao Shanhe.

Chu Xuan is completely a foil.

After all, except for the feat of killing Ma Ning'er.

At this point, there are no more earth-shattering big moves, and for the outside world, it is finally a bit unworthy of the name.

Perhaps for the unprecedented and terrifying hotspot traffic.

As soon as the news came out.

Tianyang Media, which came from a local local TV station, decisively rushed ahead of its major counterparts and gave priority to interviewing Zhao Shanhe, who was in a certain hotel.

He's still as high as ever.

In the face of countless questions thrown by news reporters, he only solemnly stated that if he thinks that he Zhao Shanhe is bullying the small with the big, he can give in first.

In other words, it would be enough for him to deal with Chu Xuan with half a hand.

How confident is that?

"Sure enough, the artist is bold, and he is willing to let Chu Xuan have half a hand, which is amazing."

"This kind of courage, let it go, you will definitely not find the second place, Zhao Shanhe is really Zhao Shanhe."

Zhao Shanhe, who was dressed luxuriously and had an elegant posture, sat in the center of the press conference desk with a relaxed smile.

And, the innate kingly aura exuded from the whole body made everyone present inexplicably have a sense of surrender and worship.

Behind him.

followed by a middle-aged man in his early forties, with a mustache, and his facial features were somewhat similar to Zhao Shanhe.

His real name is Zhao Que.

The real identity is Zhao Shanhe's third uncle, and he also came to Fengtian this time.

may have predicted that Zhao Shanhe would be asked at the scene how to evaluate his opponent Chu Xuan.

Zhao Que pulled out the microphone with one hand, and said with a proud expression, "Everyone, I hope that everyone will not mention that waste Chu Xuan at the press conference of Shanhe, I don't want Shanhe to be in a bad mood." ”

"As far as my family's mountains and rivers are concerned, there is no suspense in this decisive battle."

"Don't just stick to the mountains and rivers, let's go and interview that waste by the way, maybe, people still have a few last words, waiting to be announced."

"That's it for today's press conference." Zhao Que stretched out his hand to signal.

Zhao Shanhe, who was always smiling, nodded towards everyone and said politely, "Farewell!" ”

"This group of people is just full of food and has nothing to do."

Zhao Que followed behind Zhao Shanhe and shook his head.

Zhao Shanhe stretched his waist and said helplessly, "Who made your nephew and me so famous?" It's a person, and they all want to run to get some light. ”

This undisguised self-praise made Zhao Que feel good, and he looked at him and smiled, with a relaxed expression.

"A small place is a small place after all, and the pattern is limited."

Zhao Que raised his head and said solemnly, "I still hope you set foot in that place as soon as possible, after all, our Chuzhou Zhao clan is waiting for you to come to Guangzong to honor your ancestors." ”

"With me, the Zhao family will never decline."

Zhao Shanhe at this moment is the most perfect appearance in Zhao Que's mind.

Men are not arrogant.

How can you be worthy, the year of the blood and blood?

Compared to Chu Xuan, who blindly killed Ma Ning'er, he will eventually be a stepping stone for Zhao Shanhe.

The real reason for jumping out to avenge Marven Cai so unhesitantly this time is just to make Zhao Shanhe famous again through this kind of major event that the whole people are concerned about.

As long as the influence is successfully rolled out.

In the future, the Zhao family wants to do some business in Mukden, and with the three words 'Zhao Shanhe', it will definitely be unimaginably convenient.

Where is the big family.

Which is not unprofitable and not early?

Although he and Jiangdu Ma are nominal allies, this relationship is not so good that your hatred is mine.

"I, the Zhao family, have been in Chuzhou for too long, and next, it's time to expand the territory."

Zhao Que rubbed his cheeks and smiled at Zhao Shanhe.

Zhao Shanhe comprehended, "Have you taken a fancy to Jiangdu?" ”

"Jiangdu, Fengtian, Xiangjiang, this south, where is not an inch of land?" Zhao Que waved his hand and suddenly put his fist together.

Zhao Shanhe smiled but did not speak.

Zhao Que twisted his body and said quietly, "I wonder if that ant named Chu Xuan will do the same and hold a press conference to cheer him on?" ”

"Huh."

Zhao Shanhe smiled dumbly, "Do you want to hold a death witness meeting?" So that these people of Fengtian can take a good look at his final appearance? ”

"A piece of waste, wipe it out with a snap of your fingers."

The corners of Zhao Shanhe's mouth pulled a ghostly arc, and his eyes were evil.

……

On provincial highways with dense traffic.

A black seven-seater business vehicle, unhurried, was driving in the direction of Mukden.

The scenery outside the window, as the wheels roll, changes at a glance.

Young woman.

Dressed in a set of pale red tulle, holding the cheeks in his right hand, he blinked his eyes and stared at this scenery far from the south, the corners of his clothes rose with the breeze, and the maple leaves printed on the tulle danced like butterflies.

Breeze transits.

The city is full of smoke and rain.

The sky, which had been clear blue a moment before, began to glow with bursts of white mist.

Thus, the sky is outlined extremely beautifully, and the young woman slowly stretches out her palm, takes a wisp of falling rain, and gazes quietly.

She's beautiful.

Beauty in this world, all good things, in front of her, will be unconsciously eclipsed.

"It's almost time for Mukden."

A good-looking young man in the front row, with his head in his hands and his back to her, reminded softly.

The woman's eyes were bright, and she couldn't help but poke out the window of the car and look into the distance shrouded in mountain fog, looking at it again and again, but she still refused to move away.

"Hey, in this world, there is really a rancid smell of love everywhere."

"Sister Zhaorong, can you look at the face of my single man, don't be so happy, I'm hurt."

Xiao Li, who was famous in the imperial capital, Tanhua Li Wentian, was not angry and teased.

She, it seems, didn't hear?

Put your hands on the window, cushion your chin, and wander the world.

"And he didn't speak."

Li Wentian shook his head, a little embarrassed and a little helpless.

Whenever it rains, it can always be sad.

Li Wentian paused, as if he was talking to himself, "Sister Zhaorong, you still have to talk more in the future, San'er, I don't like you like this." ”

The young woman chuckled in her heart, lowered her eyelashes suddenly, and quietly retracted herself, silent.

Li Wentian, who had already realized that he had said the wrong thing, hurriedly corrected, "I don't mean anything else, I just hope that you can talk to him more in the future, chat, don't two people, it's a stuffy gourd." ”

Leaned his head and muttered, "For you, he has been for four years, and he hasn't called Uncle Chu a word of father, so he really doesn't feel sorry for you, so why is this?" ”

The deity is Su Zhaorong's young woman, and she has never said a word from beginning to end.

This conversation is more like Li Wentian's self-talk.

"There are too many regrets in life, and the biggest regret is that for the rest of my life, I won't have the opportunity to drink the joy wine of you and San'er."

The two hands were held horizontally, and a long sword was placed between the knees, trembling slightly.

Distance and the first general in the north Lu Bu's imperial city decisive battle.

Remaining, three months and nine days.