Then these people who they guarded with their lives dragged their hair in a bun, scratched their faces, scolded their ancestors for three generations, and were beaten and kicked.

Rong Huan just looked at them like this every day, looked at the people who were becoming more and more irrational, and watched the Tartars who were ready to make a mistake, and chose to release arrows when they were frantically loading the captives on the trebuchet.

But who can understand?

After the pastries on the table were completely melted, Lian Qing lifted the table top, and all the beans were mixed together.

She threw the chopsticks away with a blank face.

"When you talk about the thousands of lives that are already suffering from a serious disease and there is no cure, have you ever calculated, how many people are in this city?"

At this time, someone in the crowd suddenly answered.

"One hundred and fifty-three thousand eight hundred and sixty-three!"

Follow the prestige, but no longer distinguish the figure.

Lian Qing didn't care who answered, all she wanted was this answer.

"War is cruel, in places you don't know or see, there are countless thousands of lives that are constantly being lost, but there are only a few people in the world who can save hundreds of thousands of people with one choice?"

The hall was full of surprise, and something was growing in my heart.

Rong Huan stood on the porch, feeling as if his cold blood was beginning to warm up.

The people who have been nurtured in the palace walls can see a person's sincerity the most.

She didn't mix those words with the slightest falsehood.

Rong Huan always thought that he could be so strong that he didn't care what outsiders thought of him and didn't mind the world's misunderstanding of him, but it turned out that when he knew that there was someone in the world who would be indignant about him, he was so relieved.

Especially when that person is her.

Did this woman curse herself in her previous life?

Otherwise, how can you not take your eyes off it from the first sight?

Lianqing kicked the table over.

"I'm sorry, I was too excited and couldn't control it for a while."

She waved her hand at the "bustard father" in the corridor: "I'm full, I'll pay for the table." ”

Lian Qing generously gave each of the little brothers who accompanied the meal a silver ticket, and got up with a smile.

At this time, the "bustard father" suddenly asked: "Do you want to see our Xun Chu Pavilion's top card?" ”

Lian Qing blinked: "The top card? ”

In other words, it's even better looking than these little brothers?

The messy mood needs to be calmed down, see you!

She was brought to the door of a private room, and her heart skipped a beat.

"I suddenly remembered that there was something going on at home, or this card, I'll see you another day, right?"

Before the bustard could react, the door creaked and opened.

Rong Huan stood at the door, his slightly pale face could not hide his appearance.

Especially those cold star-like eyes, when he looked at them, he shuddered for the sharpness that couldn't be hidden.

Lian Qing stared at it for a while, then turned around and nodded with the shadow: "Top card? ”

The shadow was a little afraid to look at his master's face.

The system laughed: [Isn't this the one who? 】

He was afraid that the world would not be chaotic and began to pout: [Come on, be happy, didn't you say that you want to enrich your spare time? Isn't it to appreciate beauty? Ah, girl! Don't be cowardly! 】

Lianqing: [Shut up......]

This man is really ...... Isn't it good to stay in his Nine Emperor Princes' Mansion and enjoy happiness? Why do you have to go to a place like Xunchu Pavilion?

Wait a minute!

Lian Qing glanced at the "bustard father" with a pink face again, isn't this who it is?

After pondering it in connection with the context, I wiped it, Xun Chuge is probably Rong Huan's!

The wind is howling!

She moved her steps back, and Rong Huan immediately saw her retreat.

He was immediately unhappy, was he not as good-looking as those little brothers outside?

Before his brain could react, he had reached out and grabbed Lianqing's sleeve.