In troubled times, when you support the dragon and assist the generation of masters, you can achieve hegemony.

Shengshi Fulong...... Look shit luck.

But no one has ever been like the black-clothed literati, as a staff adviser, who did not expect to get a unified and cool world, and put forward a three-point strategy.

Zhao Changyi had to be suspicious.

What situation did the gentleman see through to have this view?

Now that Her Majesty the Empress is in charge of the cool world, the prosperous era is Yong'an, although there are northern barbarians who covet the rich mountains and rivers, but the prince of the Yue family Yongzhen Kaifeng, there is absolutely no possibility of repeating the mistakes of Jianyan.

So why three points?

And who are the thirds?

Empress?

The prince of the Yue family?

Zhao Li?

Wang Kun?

Zhao Zhen?

Or maybe add yourself, the king of Xian'an?

Out of the palace, the black-clothed literati stood at the door, and the sword slave beside him, who was dressed in red and had freckles all over his face, but had a delicate daughter's love, asked softly: "Sir, are you going back to the house?" ”

The black-clothed literati shook his head, "Let's go." ”

The red-clothed slave maid who led the way was fourteen or fifteen or sixteen, with small freckles on her face, a delicate little daughter between her eyebrows, and a green plum on her chest, straight like a budding spring bud, full of youthful astringency.

The slave maid in Tsing Yi has a long figure, a pair of long and beautiful legs that are proud of the world, a quiet face, and the scenery on her chest jumps out, just like a high mountain, majestic and magnificent, enough to drown any ambitious man.

No one knew that the two sword-bearing slaves and maids next to the black-clothed literati were originally going to be named this year's "Da Liang Cardamom and Fanghualu", but they were suppressed by the king of Xian'an County.

There is no curfew in Da Liang.

The black-clothed literati had a pair of extremely handsome skins, with a sword slave and a maid in red and a green coat.

Walking on the noisy street, it is somewhat eye-catching, there are many people with bad intentions, the delicate red clothes make people feel excited, as if they met their first love, and the gentle Tsing Yi can arouse the primitive desire in people's hearts.

Especially the scenery on the chest, it's not too seductive.

It's just that no one dares to provoke it.

A handsome middle-aged man, with two slaves and maids with swords, doesn't look like an ordinary family no matter how you look at it.

However, there are also people who are not long-sighted and have nothing to fear.

A drunken ya, with a few evil servants to Xizi Lake, saw the green clothes in the drunken smoke, immediately couldn't take a step, salivated and came forward to tease.

The red-clothed slave maid had a cold face, slapped off the salty pig hand in the yamen without a trace, and said "Can Mr. kill?"

The black-clothed literati remained silent.

The slave maid in Tsing Yi smiled and groaned, gentle as a flower, "The son is drunk, walk carefully, don't fall into the West Lake and become a king." ”

Seeing this, the Yanai was overjoyed, thinking that Tsing Yi was interesting to him, so he pretended to be a stumbling one, hugged Tsing Yi in a real way, and smiled lewdly, "Childe, I'm sober, how many drinks will the little lady have with my son?" ”

Tsing Yi stared at this Yanei, smiling like a flower, but there was pity for the dead in his eyes.

"Okay!"

His shoulders twitched, and the long sword on his back was about to be unsheathed, and three figures jumped out of the crowd behind, one of whom threw the drunk Ya Nei over his shoulder to the ground.

Several evil servants stepped forward one after another, but were punched and kicked by the other two, and fell to the ground screaming.

There was chaos in the streets.

Tsing Yi pouted, "It's boring." ”

The black-clothed literati coughed, "Killing him Zhao Changyi will be a headache, he is also the son of the Ministry of Works' family, his father is looking at the position of the Ministry of Works, and he has a good relationship with Zhao Li, let's go, someone will deal with it." ”

The red-clothed slave pouted and dismissed.

Tsing Yi sighed, stared at the dead man holding down the yamen on the ground, and chuckled.

The deceased soldier who was ordered by Zhao Changyi to "protect" the black-clothed literati felt a chill on his scalp.

Without warning, the cold light shone.

Then the blood burst out, and Yanei, who had been stunned, suddenly howled like a pig, and one of the hands that had rubbed the shoulder of the delicate red clothes before was broken with his palm, and the blood was like an infusion.

Tsing Yi, whose sword was unsheathed, followed the black-clothed literati far behind.

Leaving the three dead soldiers arranged by Zhao Changyi looked at each other and cried and laughed, this Tsing Yi seemed to be gentle, but in fact he was ruthless, and his swordsmanship was even more amazing, almost comparable to the kendo master from Ouchi in the county palace.

Immediately had a headache, how can this be explained to His Highness?

After all, he is the son of the Ministry of Works' squire.

When I came to the foot of the sunset mountain, the night breeze was blowing, and the black-clothed literati's sideburns were flying, and the red-clothed slaves and maids did not need to be tactful, and the red-clothed and green-clothed people were quietly following the steps.

Suddenly said softly: "Tsing Yi, I know that you annoyed him for soiling Hongyi's shoulders, but in the future, if you make a move, you should cut off his dirty palms and take his life." ”

The slave maid in Tsing Yi is called Tsing Yi.

Hearing this, he smiled gently, "Got it, sir." ”

Climb the mountain to the bottom of the Leifeng Tower.

The black-clothed literati were blind, but they looked down at the night scene of Lin'an, the night breeze was like a knife, and I don't know how long it took before he sighed a sentence of Lin'an's enchanting where's now...... The red-clothed man on the side smiled smilingly, "Sir, you'll be fine." ”

The black-clothed literati wanted to speak and stopped.

In fact, I can see some things in the dark world, such as on the Lin'an Sky Dome at this moment, there are two golden gases like a dragon circling, which is called dragon qi - the empress, Zhao Zhen.

In addition to these two golden dragons, there are two green qi, like snakes coiling in the air.

When it was Zhao Li, Zhao Changyi.

The snake also has a time to turn into a dragon.

And in the northern sky, there is also the aura of a snake circling.

The Yue family in Kaifeng, Yongzhen, is also out of the snake, and it is estimated that Her Majesty the Empress knows it, and there are also a few masters in Qin Tianjian who eat the emperor's grain, and they should be able to see it.

There are two dragons and three Jiao in the world, but in the cool situation, who can really lie in the world?

And to the surprise of the black-clothed literati, I don't know whether it is Shuzhong or Zizhou Road, just a few days ago, suddenly a fish-shaped purple gas was born, swimming in the air, as if the next moment will give birth to wings and sway for 90,000 miles.

A sign of troubled times.

The vision that the black-clothed literati saw with their blind eyes was the skill of the high-ranking talents of Qin Tianjian who were proficient in the art of looking at qi.

The blind are blessed by heaven, and the art of looking at qi is derived.

Suddenly lowered his voice, "Red, thirteen zhang northwest, two; Tsing Yi, northeast 17 zhang, one. ”

The blind are deaf.

The red-clothed and green-clothed were like arrows that sank into the night, and in the sound of a bang, there were three more muffled snorts, and after a while, the two women returned, the long sword had been unsheathed, and the smell of blood fluttered in the night wind.

A Hai Dongqing swooped down from the night sky and stood on the shoulder of the black-clothed literati.

Tsing Yi took a small bamboo tube from its feet, poured out the paper scroll inside, glanced at the chaotic words on it, and said softly: "Sir, the second sister said that Her Majesty the Empress still didn't mean to move Zhao Xin." ”

Hongyi laughed, "The second sister is really willful, raising a Haidongqing in the Ouchi Palace, isn't she afraid of arousing suspicion." ”

Tsing Yi looked at the night sky in the distance, remembered a woman who made her feel distressed, remembered the huge situation she had spent ten years building, and muttered that the second sister could not have the hard work of the eldest sister.

The black-clothed literati sighed, "Go home." ”

The empress doesn't move Zhao Xin, this is an inevitable thing, if she can't even control Zhao Xin, why is Zhang Daliang?

……

……

Xu Mink Temple died.

Died in front of the prince, died of poison without warning, the old mink temple spit black blood in a big gulp, and collapsed on the ground after a trembling and was lifeless, the already timid and cowardly prince Zhao Zhen was scared enough, and the old eunuch who was closest to him was poisoned like this, Zhao Zhen suffered a huge blow in his heart and was bedridden.

Then a new pure body named Zhang Zheng Xiaohuangmen ascended to the sky in one step and became the eunuch of the East Palace.