At the same time, in Kaifeng Mansion, Tokyo, Zhao Ji's room.

Ever since he learned that Dong Ping, a strong enemy, had died, Zhao Ji had been going crazy with joy all day long.

Now, he has begun to marry his three daughters.

"Hu'er, Yingluo, the second and third sons of Han Jiedu that I selected for you are not only strong in martial arts, but their father is also the leading general of the Great Song Dynasty." Zhao Ji looked at the two girls in front of him, sighed helplessly, and couldn't cry or laugh again.

The two girls look like they are only about fifteen or sixteen years old, but they are all the color of the country, not only that, they are also proficient in poetry, calligraphy and painting, because of this, Zhao Ji has been grinding with them for several years, and the other emperors have been engaged for several years, but they don't look down on anyone.

But Zhao Ji didn't mean to force them at all, you know, these three daughters, but in addition to Emperor Ziyuan, she loves the three most.

And when the two stunning girls saw their father looking at them like this, they just sat there calmly drinking tea, as if they didn't pay attention to their father's words at all.

Zhao Ji smiled awkwardly, and said, "Good daughter, then you should tell me who can satisfy you."

The girl named Hu'er came over and just said lightly: "Father's order, the daughter does not dare to be different, but the daughter will never marry the son of the Han family."

"That's right, I'm the same Zhao Yingluo." Another slender-looking girl sitting on a chair spoke, her slender left leg resting on her right knee, and she only said with a haughty expression: "If you want the man I fancie, unless he can beat me!"

"This ......"

Zhao Ji looked helpless, and set his eyes on the girl who had not spoken, sitting at the desk and drawing.

"Xiangyun doesn't have a second word."

The girl put down the pen in her hand, covered her mouth with a smile and said: "It's just that my daughter hopes that my daughter's Lang Jun can be the same as my father, a person who is proficient in painting, I don't like those reckless men who fight and kill."

At this time, you can see her appearance clearly, on her face, not only pure and lovely, but also a beautiful and moving temperament, the two are intertwined with each other, and there is no trace of contradiction.

"My sister is right!"

Seeing that Zhao Ji was still talking, Zhao Yingluo walked quickly to Zhao Ji's eyes, looked at him with a smile and said, "Father, my daughter has nothing to say, but what my sister said reminded me of being an older sister."

"If anyone can beat me and Sister Yingluo in music and martial arts respectively, I, Zhao Hu'er, will agree to marry him." Zhao Hu'er was still sitting there drinking tea, and her tone was still indifferent.

Zhao Yingluo smiled: "My sister's words are what I mean, father, you better think about it carefully."

"If I want to bring that Han Gongzi back, then I will definitely let him take off, layer, and skin every night, and take a good look at whether he is really strong in martial arts, do you say that he is the emperor."

Looking at the smiling Zhao Yingluo in front of him, Zhao Ji had no choice but to spread out his hands and said helplessly: "Yingluo, my father knows that you have practiced martial arts since you were a child, and you are competitive, and your two younger sisters also learn the same as you, but after all, you are girls, you have to get married, where are you going to find someone better than you?"

"I don't care, if he marries me, I will definitely let him know what it means to live like a year." Zhao Yingluo snorted.

Zhao Hu'er, who was still drinking tea on the side, didn't say anything, she just took a sip of tea and looked at her sister and nodded slightly.

Zhao Ji rubbed his head painfully, not knowing what to do at all.

"Father, then, my daughter has a suggestion, would you like to hear it?" Zhao Xiangyun smiled softly.

"Good daughter, just say whatever you want." Zhao Ji reluctantly laughed.

Zhao Xiangyun stood up and wandered around the room for a long time without speaking, making Zhao Ji so anxious that he couldn't bear it.

I don't know how long it took, she stretched out her right hand to support her head, and just smiled sweetly: "Father, since you think we are too demanding, why don't you hold a conference so that everyone in the world can come and see who can meet our requirements?"

"Everyone?" Zhao Ji frowned, and said in a calm tone: "Daughter, I'm afraid this is not good, those grass people, where are you qualified to marry you and join my Song Zhao family."

"No, that's what my daughter wants." Zhao Xiangyun hugged Zhao Ji directly, and kept saying: "What's more, what's wrong with ordinary people, as long as there is someone who truly loves me, my daughter is willing to live with him for the rest of her life, no matter who he is."

Zhao Ji was stunned for a moment, and Zhao Hu'er and Zhao Yingluo also said: "If you don't agree, we won't marry for the rest of our lives, you can do it yourself."

"This ......"

Another half a day passed, Zhao Ji sighed helplessly, and finally had to compromise with his daughters.

A few days later, Zhao Ji asked Wang Yu to be in charge of holding a national conference to summon the royal horses, and anyone could attend.

As long as you can defeat the three emperors and make them satisfied, you can enter the door of the royal family.

As soon as this news was released, it immediately shocked the whole world, and when they knew that there was still a month to start, many people secretly began to prepare for the trip and rushed to Tokyo.

At this time, Zhao Ji received a list of contestants.

Soon, he saw a name.

His brow furrowed slightly.

"Father, what the hell is it?" Zhao Xiangyun lay on Zhao Ji's body and looked at the paper, while muttering to himself: "Contestant Han Fulong, Han Fuhu, ah, these two are also here."

"Who is it, let me see ......"

Zhao Yingluo also came over when she heard the voice, and she got angry when she saw the two names: "These two little gentlemen, I will definitely make them look good this time, ah!"

As she spoke, she was so angry that she snatched the piece of paper and tore it to shreds.

"Ancestor, don't you make trouble?" Zhao Ji rubbed his head and looked at these daughters who had been spoiled by him since childhood, and he only felt that he had nothing to say.

And Zhao Hu'er had been sitting there drinking tea lightly, not saying anything, just looking at the two sisters with foolish eyes.

"Well, let me see, this man ......"

Zhao Xiangyun picked up a piece of shredded paper on the ground, and said with a sweet smile: "Chu Linglou, this person can't be the brother of Chu Chonglou last year."

The name is so good, it must be ...... He is also a very good person, Zhao Xiangyun thought, but suddenly felt a trace of blush fly up his cheeks.

And at this time, the East China Sea.

The island is called Lonely Shadow Island, and as the name suggests, it hangs far away, at least hundreds of miles away from Shandong, like a lonely person.

At this time, a fisherman was walking on the mountain path with a numb face.

He had a fishing net draped over his shoulders and water all over his body, and it was obvious that the man had just returned from fishing.

On the mountain trail at dusk, his lonely figure was stretched by the sunset, but he looked at it casually, which made people feel extremely emotional.

What kind of blow can make a person's heart die forever?

The fisherman did not speak, and he walked on until he returned to a dilapidated hut, and after a few moments of tidying up, he set out on his way again.

It's like you're heading to some extremely important destination.

No matter what difficulties he encountered, he would not stop.

Finally, he stopped.

Looking at the two tombstones in front of him that were dyed red by the setting sun, he sat down.

Watching them silently, the fisherman was silent, as if his most important person was buried here.

Unlike the speed at which he came, he didn't sit long before he got up and strode home.

Anyone, no matter how prominent and noble he was in life, can only turn into a handful of loess in the end, nothing more.

"Hey, have you heard, then Shandong Dong Ping of the Central Plains doesn't know why, he recently fought with Cai Jing, the Great Song Dynasty Taishi."

"Yes, it is said that hundreds of thousands of troops were dispatched on both sides, and there were heavy casualties."

"If you want me to say, those people are just full of food, fighting for power and profit all day long, what's the point?"

"Where did you get the news, the latest situation is that Dong Ping was pursued by Cai Jing's general Hu Yanzhuo, and he has already been killed."

"What does their Central Plains matter do with me, it's important to live your own life, but Dong Ping is dedicated to the people, and he is also a hero, and now he dies young, which is also a pity, sad......"

The villagers gathered together to discuss the latest situation from the Central Plains, as well as the world's major events.

Everyone was gossiping, and it was obvious that there was only so much fun for this kind of closed place.

However, when the fisherman heard these words as he passed through the crowd, he suddenly trembled violently.

Soon after, though, he regained his composure.

He just smiled contemptuously and made his way through the crowd.

"I'm afraid this man is delirious."

A middle-aged man looked at the fisherman's back, and just smiled: "Look at him like that, don't you still believe our words?"

"What do you care about people like him?"

The young man smiled and said, "This man came here alone a few months ago, and every day except for talking to the two tombs, he is fishing, and he doesn't look like a fisherman, how can he be so down."

The sunset is nearing its end, and at the same time, it has reached its peak.

The whole world seems to be dyed red.

The fisherman paid no heed to the gossip around him, and soon he was on his boat.

Stroking the worn rudder, he slowly stood up and watched the golden sunset.

The last remnant sun sprinkled on his body, and it seemed that his figure was completely enveloped, and it looked like he was one with the light.

Eventually, he spoke.

"Dong Ping, if you die like this, it will disappoint me too much."

His eyes were fixed on the sun, not afraid of the blazing sensation, his fists clenched tightly, his gaze unwavering.

You're sorry, I'm not alone, that's the living beings of the world.