On the wooden table in the study, there is a pen and ink Danqing.

The pen and ink are thick and not dry.

Obviously, it was the man with the jade hanging on his waist who did it.

What was written on the silk paper was the most proud young work in the life of the old city lord named Huang Yao.

At that time, the old city lord had just taken over as the new city lord of Jieshi City, and he was full of spirit, thinking that this would be the first step on his own avenue, so he had this short poem with only three sentences and twenty-four words, but it was magnificent and unspeakable.

Climb the Jieshi to view the great mystery.

The trip of the sun and the moon, if out of it.

The stars are brilliant, all in it.

Who knew that this poem had become a masterpiece poem that Huang Yao had to remember.

In the next few decades of his career as the city lord's mansion, Huang Yao's entire effort was vomited on this border city far away from the hinterland.

The cornerstone of reaching the top that he thought before, but he woke up at the last moment, but it was a huge roadblock that he couldn't cross no matter how fast he crossed, intercepting his Huang Yao's passionate life.

Next to the wooden table, several precious silk papers that are difficult to buy have been discarded, all of which were written by the previous man with a jade hanging on his waist.

The book is the last two sentences of the famous poem of the old city lord Huang Yao.

It's just that the man with the jade hanging on his waist deliberately restrained the breath of writing this majestic poem, and collected it in pen and ink.

The door of the study opened, and the voice was faint, but the man with the hanging jade on his waist was all in his ears, but he still bowed his head on the desk.

There were only two fingers of people who could enter this small study, and he was one of them.

It was an old man with gray hair, and although his face was wrinkled, the old man walked steadily, and his waist was not weaker than the jade man on the low desk.

The gray-haired old man walked forward in a deep stride, walked to the side of the wooden table, and also looked down at the calligraphy on the desk, which was particularly dry.

Seeing those two verses, the gray-haired old man snorted lightly: "Such words can only come from the mouth of my Huang family, and they dare to hang on the case next to the lobby, and they can't rush to find death?"

It is said that the old city lord Huang Yao died from the slightest meaning of doing too much, but the old man who ordered to cut off Huang Yao's head left and right knew that the thing that really made the old city lord who had been a young man for half his life and had no major fault or great merit lose his head was that poem.

It's like a subordinate who claims that he wants to be the emperor in front of his own monarch, is he looking for death in vain?

The old man's surname Huang Mingyu Jing, whose hair was gray in the strands, was the one who lived long enough for the Great Xuan Emperor, who was longer than that.

The man with the jade hanging on his waist is Huang Yujing's eldest son, Huang Yuntao, the famous prince of Huang Kui Kingdom who likes to visit mountains and rivers.

is also the one identified by the fifth prince Huang Longyuan, and his own Lao Tzu helps the future monarch of Huangkui Kingdom who guards the dragon chair.

Huang Yujing raised his head, looked at Huang Yuntao behind the bookcase, and asked softly, "How is it? ”

Huang Yuntao's brows furrowed, and the more he looked at it, the more dissatisfied he felt, and stretched out his hand.

So on the pile of discarded silk paper on the side, a new one was added.

Pick up the pen and ink, and write the book, this time Huang Yuntao did not continue to be restrained, but wantonly wrote.

After putting down the pen, Huang Yuntao exhaled lightly, and a shallow smile appeared on his face.

Only then did he look up at his father, Huang Yuntao, who was full of black and thick long hair, was actually only about 20 years younger than Huang Yujing.

Huang Yuntao's eyes were deep, bright, and his voice was a little deep: "It's been these two days." ”

Huang Yujing frowned and said: "So fast, a lot of arrangements have not been completed yet, will it be ......?"

Huang Yuntao shook his head and said, "No, it must be in these two days, if it's late, it'll always be late." ”

Exhaled lightly, sighed, and looked at Huang Yuntao on the side with blazing eyes.

The latter naturally knew what the old man was doing and thinking, but he still shook his head, and said in a firm voice: "No, I will definitely go there next to take a look, and see this outside the world, the outside world." ”

The old man sighed again, his back bent slightly, and he said again: "Alas, it's all my fault, I pretended to be too similar and too much in order to avoid that old fellow." ”

The corners of his mouth gradually showed a wry smile: " Who knows that this pretend, in addition to himself, he also knows that it is fake, but others are to take it as true, I don't have a few years of life, if you leave this position to the second, fourth, I'm afraid that when the time comes, Huohuo's my good rivers and mountains are full of black smoke and miasma, I'm afraid that it is not my Huang family who will expose the rod, but it will be given to the fifth, if it is so good before, it is not enterprising enough but it is more than enough to keep it, at least it will not let others forget, my surname Huang is the master of this Huang Kui country, as for the others, I am afraid that the future generations will only know Daxuan Those surnamed Zhu, if it is really like this, my old face will not be able to see those ancestors who expanded the territory。 ”

Huang Yuntao's face is as immobile as a mountain, not happy with things at all, not sad at all, even if the old man talks about the top events in his own country, and the eternal inheritance between one country and one surname.

Because his heart is not only in this Huang Kui country, or under the entire mountain, but the mountain world that he has heard from those mountain immortals.

There are many immortals, moving mountains and seas, turning their hands into clouds and covering their hands for rain.

How did Huang Yuntao visit the mountains and lakes for many years, but he really came into contact with things and saw some things.

As for this time, it seems that the Great Xuan Dynasty, which has no reason to turn against the suzerain, in addition to the fact that the Huangkui Kingdom itself does not want to bow its head, and some far-reaching plans that have been buried for many years, it is more that there are some immortals behind it to support or guide.

Otherwise, no matter how Huang Kuiguo plans and thinks about it, this waist pole will always bend up.

Of the dozens of large and small vassal states that were attached to the Great Xuan Dynasty, how many of them sincerely wanted to be attached to others?

It's not that he is full of shame and keeps making small moves in secret, but Huang Kuiguo is second to none and dares to think and do.

As everyone knows, some of the neighboring sub-sized vassal countries are sitting on their necks, looking forward to it, sitting in their own courts, stretching out their ears, waiting for Huang Kui to come out of the foreign appearance, or the kind of big foreign appearance.

It is not that there are no such small affiliated countries in history, but they are all thunder and rain, and the big Xuan Iron Horse has not yet arrived, and the cloud dragon flag of the Great Xuan Dynasty has been hung high, as for the hot-blooded king of the dynasty, Xiang Shang's head, I am afraid that he has been sent to the majestic hall of the Great Xuan Dynasty by a fast horse.