In the Jingya Club in a corner of Kaifeng City, the black-clothed literati played silently.

Black vs. white.

The sunspot has become a dragon-slaying trend: the three little dragons of the white son are in a desperate situation.

Tsing Yi silently fell for Mr.

The black-clothed literati was about to say a word, just waiting for Tsing Yi to fall to slaughter a white dragon, but his eyes suddenly turned to the corner, and the beautiful blind eyes that could not see the scenery of the world were full of brilliance.

On the table next to the wall, the flower of death with nine peanuts bloomed, and the big red flower bloomed in the bureau.

There are already two stretches underneath.

All have only one petal.

A black flower with gold in it, it should be the iron-blooded prince Kun who seems to be supporting the dragon Zhao Yan, but actually intends to steal his dragon energy.

A blood-colored flower is Li Ruyu, the sword of the empress.

At this time, a budding white flower in the north quietly bloomed, and the pure white spot spread half a branch.

Glamorous.

The black-clothed literati seemed to be able to see the white flower, and said sarcastically: "Only to the north of the farther north, Zhao Sa!" ”

Tsing Yi was stunned, "Sir, the person who watched the fishing city is Zhao Sa, the king of Kun who disappeared after killing Lin'an City in the first year of Yong'an?" ”

That year, Zhao Sa failed to fight for the emperor.

This King of Da Liang Kun, riding alone, painted a halberd like a silver dragon to kill out of the gate of Lin'an, turned into a white tiger and disappeared away from the thunder, and since then he has disappeared in the Da Liang world, and no one knows his life and death.

That day, Lin'an thundered non-stop.

The black-clothed literati nodded.

If it weren't for this person, why would she let her, who was sitting in Lin'an, use the entire Yanyun Sixteen Prefectures as a chess game and only want to kill one person?

The war is the beginning of a weak family.

Taking the opportunity to punish strangers is okay.

Watching the fishing and killing Zhao Sa is the end.

started with the death of Shen Lian from Jitian, and finally watched the death of Zhao Sa.

Among them, she also intricately tested the prince of the Yue family, knocked Wang Kun, and overlooked the world in the vertical arch hall, and made a wonderful move.

In this game, there is no human style.

It can be called a magic stroke in the clouds, showing the imperial means.

But how could it be so easy to get what you wanted?

Six thousand kills one person, plus the two swords of Li Ruyu and the man in black, Yan Qing, may not be able to kill this white tiger.

What's more, there is also the Beiban Iron Cavalry twenty miles away from Guanyu City.

There is still the variable of the Northern Barbarian female general An Lihua.

But all the pieces are lost.

Whoever wins next has a better chance of winning.

I didn't see Wang Kun, the iron-blooded prince of Lin'an, was he calm about this matter, obviously he didn't think that Li Ruyu and Yan Qing could kill Zhao Sa, which would only force Zhao Sa to go away to the north.

The black-clothed literati looked south, with some expectation.

What else do you have?

Yunzhou Zhao Changyi?

He is a backhand, but it is not to deal with Zhao Sa, Zhao Changyi is sitting in Yunzhou, just to prevent Guanyucheng from breaking the northern barbarian army from going south, resulting in a wrong move to ruin the entire Yanyun war.

Python suit man?

This prince was pinned down by the army led by the northern barbarian lord of the middle lane, and he had no way to be distracted.

Privy Councillor?

This Xianggong is a good hand at leading the army into battle, let him kill Zhao Sa and give people head and ears.

Where is your back hand?

The black-clothed literati shook his head secretly, such a delicate game of chess, if she said that she had no backhand, she would not believe it, and suddenly found that she did not understand her more and more.

It's getting farther and farther away......

Retracted his gaze, "Wait to watch the affairs of Yucheng, return to Lin'an, you will go to inform Liunian later, everyone will withdraw from Kaifeng, if you wait for the triumphant return of Yue Wangye, you will not be able to leave if you want to." ”

The flow of water stops, but it is a pity that only the flow of the year is used for oneself.

The woman with the double swords, I'm afraid that I'm crying somewhere at the moment, and I was bullied by Li Ruyu's childhood sweetheart to have a psychological shadow.

Tsing Yi nodded gently.

After enduring it for a while, he still couldn't suppress the uneasiness in his heart after all, "The third son of the Yue family is not in Kaifeng City, where did he go?" ”

Compared with the delicate red clothes, the literati in black is actually better looking gentle and gentle Tsing Yi can take over his mantle, and now she is the only one by her side, so she is a little more patient, and explained: "The third son of the Yue family, led the tiger tooth Tieben, went to Jizhou, and saved a stranger Zhou Huaisu. ”

On that face that had never changed, there was finally a flash of loss.

He's still the same person after all.

Sitting in the north, although he is a prince, he is actually a hidden emperor.

Not only to guard against the empress of Lin'an, but also to guard against his old man, he killed Zhao Lang under the city of Hejian Mansion that day, and the python man who went out of the north of the city rarely changed his mind.

Let his third son, who had never been on the battlefield, go to the battlefield with him.

It is to guard against himself against the third son.

If it is said that the world is cool, who can kill the third son of the Yue family in the north controlled by the python man, the empress can't, Wang Kun can't, and the Privy Council Di Xianggong can't, only two ears.

Myself.

can be killed silently and blamed the Zhao family.

The Northern Barbarian Hero.

After breaking the sixteen states of Yanyun, the army punished him.

But the man in the python suit is still alive, and both of these possibilities are extremely unlikely.

In his opinion, since he was a child, he was gifted and able to build mountains and rivers, and he must be the third son of the Yue family, who would rather die under the thunder than die at the hands of the Zhao family.

In this way, Lin'an and Kaifeng, the north and the south are peaceful.

The empress was worried.

The prince is bitter.

It's all about this cool and prosperous world, why bother?

The black-clothed literati gently commanded Tsing Yi Luozi to slaughter the other two white dragons.

The world will be divided for a long time, and it will be divided for a long time.

Three points in the end.

You two, why do you have to save your life against the sky.

The world is divided into three points, Zhao Changyi lives in Kaifeng, Zhao Yi or Wang Kun sits in Lin'an, Zhao Li is in the northwest, and finally who can determine the world, each depends on the creation, and then the world is unified, and it is a prosperous dynasty.

Isn't it good?

The black-clothed literati sighed, looked at the dark south, didn't know what to think, took off the wooden hairpin on his bun, and rubbed it gently, as gentle as caressing a lover.

For a long time, the corners of his eyebrows were raised.

Slightly warm.

was cleaning up the chessboard, and the gentle Qingyi, who was all about his husband, was stunned when he saw this.

After going out, he glanced back at the gentleman sitting under the candlelight.

Wen Wan Qingyi quietly pressed the sword.

Murderous intent is like weaving.

The black-clothed literati in the room were immersed in the past, and they never felt the killing intent of Tsing Yi.

In another corner of Kaifeng City, there is a small inn.

A light like a bean.

There was a man under the candlelight, drinking a little wine with peanuts, his face was full of comfort, very satisfied, and the old wine was warm in his abdomen.

muttered that this life, where is the world not happy, although this God is a little meaner than that God, and uses thunder to scare people at every turn, but every day can have two taels of old wine, a handful of peanuts, enough.

You can't kill me anyway.

The destiny that the woman in Lin'an stole is no less than mine, God, you want to split her, you have split her in advance, and by the way, you have split the old immortal prison of Qin Tianjian?

The man was very proud.

In the corner, there is a hexagram flag.

The four characters in the book: face to face.

It was the fortune teller who fled under the siege of Zhao Zhu, one of the three butcher knives in the north town of Xiwei in Shuzhong.

The man suddenly looked up at the north, and then called softly, "It's amazing, the Tang Dynasty poets abducted the Li family's cikui before, and now there are white tigers in the world, these demons are going to do great things." ”

The man quickly snapped his fingers, his fingers were heavy and charming, and there seemed to be countless fingers turning.

It was almost half a moment before he sighed, and his face was surprised: "So many possibilities? ”

This white tiger can live or die.

It's messy.

It's a mess in this cool world!

If it weren't for this harsh God suppressing a lot of demons, the devil knows what kind of shit would have become.

The man smiled self-deprecatingly, fuck so many hollow things, I'm not the woman in Lin'an, I can't take care of the affairs of the country, drink and drink, remember what that bullshit Shixian said?

Life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon.