The first rays of sunlight shone into the window in the early morning, and the sleepy-eyed Qin Yu squinted at the soldiers sent by Emperor Shun Kang to the tower, and these buildings, mixed with the blood and sweat of many migrant workers, finally came in handy.

"Spending so many people to look at a person, what does he think if he really can't be white, with this kung fu, isn't it good to send a general to recruit them to train the army?"

"Shun Kandi can't control those generals." Li Xiao said, "For the sake of that poor monarch's majesty, he can only pick soft persimmons and pinch them, which is also a helpless thing." ”

"Does it matter?" Qin Yu said that he couldn't understand.

"It varies from person to person." Li Xiao looked at Qin Yu slightly sideways and said with a smile: "It's like Xiao Zhumo of the Nine Heavens, who doesn't let his prince do it, but goes against the Qingqiu fox." In their eyes, you are aliens, soft persimmons that can be kneaded, because you have never been recognized by the mainstream. ”

"Mainstream?"

"The mainstream is the immortals cultivated by those people in the Nine Heavens, they feel that letting you submit is to give you face, and they give you face or not, so there is a group like Xiao Zhumo. Ah, the Qingqiu fox is too arrogant, and this is not a good thing, because brute force has never been the most powerful existence in the world. ”

Qin Yu looked at the Li Xiao in front of him who was like a master's possession, and couldn't speak for a long time.

Why, can't he make Master?

Zhang Wenxiu looked at the towering guard towers with some blankness, the shadows of the soldiers who came out and went in from time to time on the tower made him feel extremely irritable, he didn't plan to leave here, what did they mean by always looking at him like this?

However, he can only talk about these depressed and irritable things to Mama Chu.

Mama Chu is getting older and older, when Shunkang was five years old, a serious illness caused her to be bedridden, and on a snowy night, she passed away at the age of eighty.

When she left, serving in front of the couch was her son who had been confused for thousands of years-Zhang Wenxiu.

"I didn't expect it, it's been so many years," looking at the son in front of her who looked extremely inconsistent with her real age, she raised her hand full of vicissitudes, and gasped softly: "I'm very relieved that you're not dead." When the princess left, I was most afraid that you would trample on your own body, you had trampled on your own body for so long, it was a miracle that you could live until now......"

Zhang Wenxiu choked.

Mama Chu, who was terminally ill, didn't pay attention to these details, but just worried herself: "...... But the current situation is really not optimistic, Your Majesty inherited the last wish of the first emperor to take strict care of you, you want to leave the Jin Kingdom in this life and go to Beiqiang to meet the princess, but I am afraid that you can't ......"

"I'll definitely be able to go." Zhang Wen cultivated, "Even if I die, my soul will not be in the past, so please rest assured." ”

At dawn, Mama Chu's body was carried by the small servants in the mansion to the gate of the mansion and handed over to the soldiers guarding the mansion for burial.

He was afraid that Zhang Wenxiu would take advantage of this to escape. He is such an unconfident emperor.

Without Mama Chu's Horse Mansion, it looked extremely deserted, Zhang Wenxiu, who was hunched on his back, walked back and forth in the snow in a single shirt, every step, every unfamiliar scenery for no reason made him feel irritable, he wanted to leave, he really wanted to leave, but the towers standing in the wind and snow not far away told him that it was just a luxury to leave here to see Jinping.

So many years.

The years have made him calm and mature a lot, and he has looked down on many things, however, when he thinks of Jinping, his whole heart begins to liven. , I loved her so much, if I knew that I would love her so much, why bother in the first place...... Alas, the past is like smoke, but it can't be changed, so I can only regret it here.

On the fifth day when Mama Chu was gone, he picked up the wine jar again.

He was no longer accustomed to drinking cold wine in the big altar, but he didn't know what to do, so he could only sit on the frozen soil under the tree and pour it into his mouth.

He began to get sick again, and Qin Yu and the others saw the shadow of the second godhead around him again, and that shadow only needed to leave him within a zhang range, and it would become a second godhead that could only be seen by the cultivation of immortals and monsters.

Those little guys in the house are not good at taking care of people, so his illness is cured by himself, his life is really big, and others are very likely to hang up after experiencing wind and cold, but he can continue to open his eyes and practice his body after a serious illness.

He felt that he might die in a short period of time, and he felt that he was waiting for his death because he was hopeless to see Jin Ping alive.

However, in the end, I waited for the news of Shun Kangdi's death.

It is said that the emperor hung up when he was playing with a few concubines, but there is another saying that Shun Kangdi was poisoned by a concubine who hated because of love, no matter what the cause of his death was, his death brought a warm spring breeze to Zhang Wenxiu, who entered the harsh winter, and Zhang Wenxiu was very happy.

He sat with the wine jar in his arms and waited for the new emperor to give him freedom.

Then came the rebellion. When a small leader of the rebels came in and saw that he was the one who was being strictly guarded, his expression was full of disappointment.

They searched the house again and again, and finally complained helplessly to Zhang Wenxiu, who was sitting under the tree with a wine jar: "I thought this was the place where the emperor hung his leg of mutton and sold dog meat, but I didn't expect to hide you, are you really Princess Jinping's concubine?" ”

Zhang Wenxiu glanced at him silently, and said after a long time: "You are a thief?" ”

"This ......"

The little leader of the rebels was a little embarrassed, but he was able to be a little leader and said that he could endure it better than ordinary people, he was not angry, but looked at the skinny Zhang Wenxiu very calmly and laughed: "The rivers and mountains of all dynasties have rebelled, if you want to talk about rebels, who is not?" So, don't say it so badly, it's not good for you. ”

"But, I'm their son-in-law!"

When he said this, Zhang Wenxiu raised his eyes and looked at the thousand-layer pagoda not far away, his words were full of vicissitudes, "You made their family rebel, how could I not scold you for being a thief?" ”

"You feel good about yourself," the little leader of the thieves sneered, wiping the sword at his waist, "You regard yourself as someone's son-in-law, and they don't take you seriously, but not only did you give the princess to a foreign tribe while you were alive, but the princess didn't tell you to pay tribute to you when she died......"

"What do you say? You repeat! ”

Zhang Wenxiu suddenly got up and looked at him, the wine jar on his waist slid to the ground, and after a few swirls, the smell of wine in the courtyard was exuded.

"It's nothing, don't get excited, although it's too much for people to take you seriously, it's definitely not a bad thing. If they hadn't taken you seriously, how could we have left you alive at this time? The little leader of the anti-thieves said: "Zhang Wenxiu, let's go, I can't lock you up here anymore, the new majesty is a very open emperor." ”