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"The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the yellow finch follows." In the battle, they all thought that they were the yellow finch that won to the end, but they seemed to forget that one of them was the summer cicada that had been dormant in the dark all his life, but was destined to only sing in March.

Yu An saw Chen Pan, it was the thirty-second year of King Zhou, Xun Gua had to order the assassination of Qi Xiang Chen Heng, he and the four Xun Gu brothers killed twenty-four people in the Chen Mansion in one night. The long sword in his hand was only two inches away from being able to pierce Chen Heng's heart. But at that moment, Chen Pan destroyed all his plans with a poisoned arrow. He was caught by mistake, he was delirious, and in a drowsy state, he was constantly being told to tell him who was behind him. The word "Zhao Ying" has been held in his mouth, but he has never said it. Until—the man with a layer of Jiang Lixiang all over his body appeared, until he wrote his real name on his blood, and told him the story that he had known for a long time, but never wanted to admit.

"Let's go, go back to the Jin Kingdom, and remember to think about what I said to you today before you go to bed every night."

That man's words were the most poisonous mantra in the world, the most spiritual medicine, which was engraved on his heart, supporting him all the way from Linzi to Tianshu. That night, he had a high fever and did not go away, he thought he was going to die, but God let him meet the girl between life and death, the girl who ran with him on the long street of Yongcheng to run for his life, the girl who leaned on the morning light and snow to embroider hibiscus flowers for him. It's a pity that the girl healed his injuries, but she couldn't cure the poison in his heart after all. So he sat here again, in this place where there was no light of day, ready to hand over the last bit of himself.

"Chen Shizi is here today, but he is speaking for your father?" He let go of his clenched fists and spoke calmly.

"Yes, what Brother Yu An asked, my father agreed. It's just curious, why did Brother Yu An choose to join at this time? Now, the right phase Kan Zhi is biting my Chen family tightly! Chen Pan skillfully poured the wine, handed a glass to Yu An, and lowered his head to sniff a glass.

"The icing on the cake is naturally good, and sending charcoal in the snow shows sincerity, what does the prince think?"

"Send charcoal in the snow, haha, that's a wonderful point, that plate is going to take a good look at Brother Yu An's sincerity today." As Chen Pan spoke, a smile fell on the red lacquer amphora in An's hand.

Yu An lowered his eyes, pinched the wings of the cup with two fingers, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Okay, Brother Yu An is so bold, and there is also a kind word here to show his sincerity."

"Chen Shizi's kind words, listen to them in the next ear."

"Well said." Chen Pan knelt up with a smile, dipped his fingers in wine, and wrote a word on the desk. The crooked words with a faint water light, through the spicy smell of wine, came into Yu An's eyes, and then two clusters of flickering flames appeared in his dark pupils.

"Jun?"

"Yes, Jun, King. Jin Hou Ji chisel. ”

"The son of the world is confused, my Jin monarch is the father of Ji Chi, Ji Wu."

"I know, but the Marquis of Jin has a chronic illness, and the Prince of Jin will always be the king one day. If Brother Yu An intends to let the Dong family enter the court and seal the Qing, it is better to get acquainted with the prince of Jin first. Ji Chi is different from his father, young and vigorous, and has a lot of backbone. The fourth secretary of the Jin Kingdom already had a terrible face in his eyes, pushing the boat along the river, and sending charcoal in the snow, I think Brother An would not know what to do. Chen Pan looked at Yu An with a pair of radiant apricot eyes without blinking, Yu An smiled and said, "Chen Shizi is really joking." I defected to the Chen family to seek justice for my late father. Entering the dynasty is too nonsense. ”

"Really? Feng Qing, Brother Yu An never thought about it? ”

"What's the use of currying favor with the prince of Jin, the prince of Jin has long been powerless, and if the Marquis of Jin Ji Wu has real power, he won't be haunted by nightmares every night."

"Hahaha, no, no. The clan has no power, but it still has a 'name'. Now the right minister Kan Zhi is forcing my Chen family so tightly, isn't it because he still has a Qi Hou in his hand! ”

"The prince can rest assured, even if Kan Zhi has the Marquis of Qi in his hands, he and I generally have no roots and no foundation, and it will be difficult to fight against the Qing clan with deep roots after all. In the battle between the two phases, the right phase will be defeated. ”

"Brother Yu An is too self-despised. You are not the same as the book bag. You have a sword in your hand and a plan in your heart, if you can stand in front of a Jin Marquis who favors you, and then get the help of my Qi Kingdom Chen behind you, why don't you worry about the long-cherished wish in your heart? Zhao Ying is already old, your time has come. Pan's good words have been finished, whether to listen to it or not, whether to do it or not, it's all Brother Yu An's own business. Now, let's talk about what my father wants to hear! Brother Yu An wants to give up Zhao Touchen, I don't know what to take to show his sincerity? ”

Yu An looked straight at Chen Pan, his jaw was tense, and the corners of his mouth seemed to tremble with nervousness. But Chen Pan, who is good at checking people's hearts, knows that it is not nervousness, but pain. Because just now, he watched this man stab his heart with a sword, killing the self who had been screaming and struggling in his heart.

"Chen Shizi has heard of 'Tianshu'?" Yu An opened his mouth.

"Tianshu?"

"Tianshu gossip, hidden in the world. Lan Ji is from Tianshu, I am from Tianshu, and Zhao Wuxian, the future son of the Zhao family, is also from Tianshu. Zhao Wuxian is now in Linzi, planning to assassinate Handan Jun Zhao Ji, Fan Ji, the Fan clan leader Fan Ji, and the Zhongxing clan clan leader Zhong Xingyin. If the prince can promise to help my Dong clan eradicate the four secretaries of the Jin Kingdom, I will give up the Tianshu who knows all the secrets of the world. ”

"Interesting, go on."

Chen Wei stood behind Chen Pan, everything that was happening in this dark room, the future they were planning, was like a bizarre dream to him. This was not the black-and-white world he was familiar with, and he watched the man he was guarding play like a nimble sea serpent, but he himself was in pain like a fish in a basket.

In that year, Qi and Wu fought for hegemony, and 100,000 people died in the Battle of Ailing. On the battlefield, vultures cover the sun, and the bones are like mountains. Now, this assassin wants to mess with Jin, Qi wants to seek Jin, Jin wants to defend it, and chaos in the world has been born, but I don't know how many people will be killed in a foreign land, and their bones will turn into dust.

Master Chen, add us a pot bar. Chen Pan turned around and handed the almost full flask to Chen Yi. Chen Wei held the neck of the pot and stood stiff for a moment, but still retreated without a word.

The wind is rising, and the country of Qi is going to be windy.

The midday sun combined with a sudden gust of wind passed through a curtain in front of Zhao Wuxian, and the sound of the white jade snail clanging made him put down the secret letter in his hand and raise his head.

This is Qingle Fang, the most famous teaching workshop on Yongmen Street, and no matter how unruly the wind enters here, it will be turned into an intoxicating fragrance by the women of all shapes here. But he didn't come to blow incense. He came to wait for someone.

In the past three days, women in the name of flowers passed through this curtain and left. They fell on his knees, and called him a lover with a drunken face like a peach blossom. He could have played a gentle lover better, but now, if anything, he couldn't say anything to those faces.

Since leaving Jin, he has been frantically missing the woman who implanted the moonlight in his heart. He misses her, and this unreasonable feeling will pop up anytime and anywhere, and then completely uncontrollably pound left and right in his heart. Just like now, under the bright sun, he sat here like a careless teenager, and when he closed his eyes, his mind was full of her cool and mellow shoulders in the moonlight, and her intoxicating eyes when she tiptoed to bring the bowl of sweet cold wine to his lips.

"Hongyun'er, Hongyun'er, I don't want to part with you again......"

She's out of Jin now, where is she? When she came, she would not be told to take half a step away from him.

"The head of the house?"

Wuxian opened his eyes, and Zhang Mengtan, who was dressed in Confucian clothes, stood outside the curtain with a little maid serving wine.

"Sit down." He took the secret letter in his hand and came back to his senses.