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The wind of Xiao Suo.

Blowing in and out.

The imperial capital, which has entered the middle of winter, is obviously colder than usual, and the cold wind blowing on the face, like a bone knife, is constantly engraved on the face.

For many years, Qin Lie, who has never gone out to hang out.

This time I unexpectedly walked through the door.

Half-born Rong Ma, the old generation of kings who dominated for a lifetime, even if he is now seventy years old.

However, the spirit is still abundant.

The old man raised his head and looked at the bare branches in front of the door, as well as the blue birds passing by in pairs and threes, and his brows flashed with a look of nostalgia.

He was followed by an old servant, hunched in figure.

The appearance is not outstanding.

It is a rare hooked nose, impressive, the height is similar to Qin Lie, his eyes are squinted, and the smile on the corner of his mouth gives people a very warm and charitable feeling.

"Wu Gou, you've been following me for almost thirty years, right?"

Qin Lie put his hands behind him and stopped.

The old man, whose real name is Wu Gou, is one position behind and is inseparable.

"It's been almost forty years."

Wu Gou subconsciously straightened his waist, but when he was old, he tossed for a while, but he was nondescript, laughed at himself, and didn't insist anymore.

"It's been forty years."

Qin Lie sighed, this world is really unforgiving.

In the blink of an eye, forty years have passed.

In the past forty years, he has experienced a career of swords and swords.

I have also witnessed the changes of the times and the mushrooming of steel buildings.

Of course, it also sent away a person, a peer, or a contemporary.

Not to mention far away, such as Chu Jian, the king of Zhennan.

Among the elders, the guy with the toughest body is at the forefront.

"Niubi Chu Lao'er, it's been more than ten years since he died." Qin Lie sighed for the second time.

Wu Gou nodded, "It's Dili." ”

His tone is strange.

It is not like the local dialect, but it is extraordinarily beautiful, like an intellectual woman in the south of the Yangtze River, shy and uneasy, every time a girl is pregnant with spring, it is the most charming.

"Thinking about it for so many years, the most glorious stage of my Qin family is not to lay the ownership of the vast territory, but to be the time when the five clans are fighting for hegemony."

Qin Lie rubbed his face with both hands, and his expression was emotional.

At the peak of the past, he had 9,000-year-old Han Qingzhi on the left and ...... on the right

Known as the Twin Walls of the Empire.

"A peak retires, a peak dies, hey."

Today, some things, for Qin Lie, are still heart attacks, and they don't vomit or feel unhappy.

Even though the old man next to him, whose real name is Wu Gou, has long let go of the mustard and has never complained, in essence, he is rich and noble, and there is life and death, and there is nothing to complain about.

But every time you mention it.

Qin Lie's heart was always uncomfortable.

"It's fate, just look at the point." Wu Gou patted Qin Lie on the shoulder and comforted.

This moment.

They are not like servants of their masters.

It's like an old friend who has known each other for many years.

"If Wuyang doesn't die, will my Qin family's territory be able to expand by more than half?"

Qin Lie put his hands together in his sleeves, his eyes that had gone through the years of wind and frost, just like that, quietly staring at the vast heaven and earth.

Wu Wuyang.

The only son of the old man Wu Hook.

Back then, he was on a par with the nine-thousand-year-old Han Qingzhi, known as the two most brilliant generals in the Great Qin lineage.

Because the battle is slightly superior.

The subordinates under Wu Wuyang's command, in that era, dared to boast of the existence of the 'Long Live Army'.

Wu Hook said, "If Wuyang doesn't die, the master will not tolerate the coexistence of the five clans, and after that, Qingzhi, who is very negative, will not leave." ”

"Qingzhi, this bastard boy, I'm afraid that until now, he is still complaining about me."

The old past has turned into dust.

Except for their older generation, who are idle and bored from time to time, again and again, turning out the nostalgia with relish, who remembers.

The whole era of the past can be called a magnificent past?

"There should be two things I regret the most in my life."

Chatting and chatting, I somehow mentioned regret again.

Wu Gou originally thought that according to Qin Lie's temperament, first, there must have been a good opportunity back then, and he did not follow the wishes of his subordinates and directly force the territories of all parties.

Otherwise, a situation of hegemony will really occur.

Actually, it's not.

Qin Lie's most regrettable thing is that he is blind and arrogant, not only beating the mandarin ducks, but also leaving behind the current big trouble.

After so many years, there is no such anger for a long time.

After all.

Qin Rou is also her own daughter.

"It's ridiculous to say, the young man who is now so crushing my Qin family that he almost can't raise his head, in the final analysis, is still his grandson."

The world is absurd, and it is more bizarre than it.

If you don't have yourself, it was too arbitrary back then.

Perhaps, the current Qin family and the Chu family have long been in alliance with each other, pushing the mountains and rivers of the imperial capital for thousands of miles?

At the beginning, there was a lot of trouble, and he also negotiated with Chu Jian several times in private.

According to the unanimous opinion of the two parties, since the matter has come to this point, it is better to push the boat with the current.

"In my lifetime, I don't know, can you listen to this child and be willing to call me grandpa?"

Qin Lie didn't look over, his eyes were stunned, and on the corner of the street, three or two children were bouncing, laughing and playing.

Wu Gou could not give an answer to this.

So he changed the subject and asked, "So, what is the second regret?" ”

Qin Lie turned his gaze, rubbed his chin unnaturally, and said with a smile, "This one, I'm going to take it into the dirt and don't tell anyone." ”

Wu Gou smiled dumbly.

Immediately, the two fell silent.

The wind through the streets and alleys is getting colder and colder, and Wu Hook, who is worried about the old man's body, stepped forward and reminded, "The wind, it's a little strong, let's go back." ”

Qin Lie put his hands in his sleeves, his tall figure could still straighten his waist, he shook his head and refused, "Wait a little longer." ”

Wu Gou had no choice but to stay put.

Long.

A piece of news, like a wave of the Hanhai Sea, swept through the Qin royal family, tens of thousands of miles.

The nine-thousand-year-old Han Qingzhi has been defeated and defeated repeatedly.

Swear not to give up!

On the coastline of the Ningjiang River, Han Qingzhi, who was covered in blood, his hands trembled slightly, and his eyes gradually dimmed, but even so, his body was still like a steel gun, standing tall.

"Find a suitable time and hand over this secret order to Gang'er in private."

After hearing the news summarized by the front line, Qin Lie raised his left hand, took out a secret order from his right sleeve, and handed it to Wu Hook.

Wu Hook held it up with both hands and took it slowly.

"Pass my order, from now on, the white horse will obey and dissolve on the spot!"

Qin Lie took a deep breath, turned his back to the sky, and then did not move.

Wu Gou trembled, and then, with a complicated look on his face, Bai Ma Yicong is the strongest secret guard of the Qin family, and now he ......

Disbanded.

In other words, Qin Lie had long expected that the Qin royal clan would not be able to stop this unwarranted disaster.

In fact, from the very beginning, Qin Lie was not ready to die.

At present, the disbandment of the White Horse should be planned in advance for some things in the future.

"Brother Qin, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, let's go back."

The old man has called out the title of Brother Qin for the first time in so many years.

He stepped forward a few steps, put his right hand on his shoulder, and almost instantly, the old man's pupils exploded, and his face was full of grief.

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