Xiahou Jinshan glanced at Song Yuan and didn't speak.

After a while, he suddenly got up and came to Jingyun's side,

"Brother Jingyun, I'm offended!"

Jing Yunshang was still confused,

"Offended? What did you offend, did Brother Sikong do anything to be sorry for me? Why do you say that? ”

It's just that as soon as Jing Yun's words came out, before the words landed, the whole person was thrown out by Xiahou Jinshan.

When Jing Yun reacted, he almost hit the door and crooked his nose.

Jingyun was angry at that time,

"It's not over, isn't it, you're all over one today, aren't you?!"

"You're not done, let me go in and do something!"

"You're going to kick me out, the second time, the second time!"

Jing Yunqi's whole person was trembling, but seeing Xiahou Jinshan's entourage slowly blocking the door, the rest of the words were swallowed.

When they came to Daze on this trip, they had also encountered many thieves, and he had naturally seen how powerful these entourages of this Sikong Mountain were.

On weekdays, they are all stuffy gourds like their masters, but they are never ambiguous when they shoot.

Moreover, he had saved his life before.

When Jing Yun saw these people, his temperament disappeared by half.

He had to sigh at the door, and now he had done something wrong

He almost forgot that this was the private room he had booked

After Jingyun went out, Xiahou Jinshan did not sit down again, but paced in this room.

He looked out the window, his brows tightened.

After a long time, he spoke,

"Your fan, but it's a king's thing?"

Song Yuan just picked up the fan and was about to open it, when he heard that his hand was stagnant.

No wonder, no wonder Xiahou Jinshan suddenly behaved like this.

It turned out to be because of this fan.

Yes, this fan has been with her for many years, and it never leaves her.

She wouldn't be exposed so soon, would she?

Song Yuan pondered slightly,

"What, you've seen this?"

Song Yuan knew that the workmanship material of this fan could not be found in the whole world, but he never denied it.

I thought that Xiahou Jinshan didn't know the goods, and there were few people in the world who had seen this cold jade silk weaving, but they didn't shy away from it.

Now it seems that it is still careless.

I don't know if it's an illusion, after Xiahou Jinshan heard this, Song Yuan saw a very complicated emotion in his eyes.

He seemed to want to hear such an answer, but he didn't seem to want to.

It seems that she did not want to hear such an answer from her mouth.

Xiahou Jinshan took the fan from her hand,

"Yes."

"A few years ago, this king almost died under this fan."

"If that person had moved this fan forward by half a point, I'm afraid the result would have been very different."

"It's just that when the color of Chinese New Year's Eve was heavy, I didn't recognize this thing for a while, and I didn't remember it until I played with it today."

Xiahou Jinshan saw this thing today, and only then did he understand that this was made of Hanyu silk, a top-level divine weapon material.

Even if it is made into a fan, this divine soldier is always a divine soldier.

If King Cheng had been determined to kill him back then, I am afraid that he would have been able to succeed.

The fight that was fought back then, now that I think about it, it is really dangerous, if this fan is moved by half a point, maybe it will be able to see blood and seal the throat

Song Yuan breathed a sigh of relief when she heard this, just now she almost thought that her identity was exposed.

Song Yuan was noncommittal, she knew the battle that year.

If he really did his best, he didn't have to take Xiahou Jinshan's life.

Instead, he took Xiahou Jinshan's last palm and breathed for several days.

I almost couldn't take it.

Song Yuan is not obvious on his face,

"King Guangping also fought with King Cheng?"

Xiahou Jinshan nodded,

"King Cheng is really a first-class character, if Daze still has a king, it may be able to preserve the eternal future, but it's a pity."

Song Yuanxin said that this praise is praise of people, why add the following sentence,

"What a pity?"

Xiahou Jinshan shook his head slightly and sighed,

"It's a pity that he died young, and he died at a young age at the hands of his own people, so he is jealous."

Song Yuan almost burst into foul language when he saw him with a look of nostalgia.

Who died?

You're dead!

Xiahou Jinshan looked at the fan in his hand, and felt a wave of nostalgia,

"Originally, I also sent someone to find the bones of King Cheng, and I still thought that this person should not die like this, but now even this thing has fallen into your hands, and there is really no such person in this world."

Song Yuan's face was full of black lines when she heard it, and anyone who was told in front of her that she was dead, and she was serious and sad, and her mood would not be much better.

At a young age, he was mourned in person

However, Xiahou Jinshan also went to look for her at that time, which surprised her a little.

A sworn enemy of an enemy country cares more about her than Song Jue.

Song Yuan took a sip of tea,

"It's not a pity, people like King Cheng will live well wherever they go."

"Even if you go to the underworld one day, Xu will have a good life."

Xiahou Jinshan nodded,

"What you say is true."

Xiahou Jinshan closed the fan without warning, and the previous feeling of danger reappeared,

"It's just that Ai Concubine, why is this thing that becomes a king in your hands, this thing is a divine soldier, and it should always be something that never leaves your body."

What kind of relationship does this have to be able to hand over such an important thing to her, along with the Black Cloud Ride

Xiahou Jinshan's heart was slightly cool.

Even if Song Yuandang choked on tea, he almost couldn't catch it,

"Ahem, cough, naturally it was brought to me by King Cheng, King Cheng has always treated me well, and I also want to take good care of this fan, well, take good care of it."

Xiahou Jinshan suddenly bent over and rubbed her thin and white neck,

"Oh? How well does King Cheng treat you? ”

Song Yuan blinked his eyes, not quite understanding what Xiahou Jinshan was asking about,

"It's good, it's good to treat me since I was a child."

It's naturally excellent for her to treat herself.

Xiahou Jinshan's heart immediately became cooler.

Song Yuan didn't notice the subtle changes in Xiahou Jinshan's expression, so he continued,

"Since we were children, we have lived in the same palace, eating and sleeping together, and then the first emperor ascended the throne and became a king and established a palace, so I went out to live together."

Eat and sleep together

Xiahou Jinshan took a deep breath, resisted the urge to strangle her, and now heard the answer he didn't want to hear,

"You really are the one who became king!"

Song Yuan was stunned for a moment when he heard this, he didn't understand why Xiahou Jinshan said this, and he still seemed to be a little angry, why was he angry because of this?

"Can't I be the one who becomes a king?"

Song Yuan felt that he was getting more and more unable to understand Xiahou Jinshan.

Xiahou Jinshan gritted his teeth, and knocked a fan on Song Yuan's head,

"Naturally not, you are of the same race, you, this is, this is incest!"

Even if Song Yuandang was stunned, he didn't even cover his forehead that was knocked painfully,

"What?"

"What are you talking about? What a mess"

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