The old man smiled and said: "It's my grandson, it's not my grandson, I'm not Guan Zhixiao, yes or yes, no is not, I don't admit that there is no complication in it, but in general, my grandson who has never met has never met until now, I suddenly look up to him a few points." ”

"So you decided to kill him in the end?" Jin Caiyan's father raised his head, glanced at him, and asked.

"What, you don't want to kill him?" The old man didn't look at him, still watering the flowers, but a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"I've always wanted to cut him with a thousand knives, and I've never changed my mind." Jin Caiyan's father's eyes flashed with a fierce light.

"It's not okay to cut it with a thousand cuts, after all, he is my grandson, dear."

The old man poured out the last drop of water in the kettle, then held it in his hand, restrained his smile, and looked at Jin Caiyan's father.

I don't know why, when he said this, he was so serious.

Kim Chae-yeon's father could feel his seriousness and seriousness, and although he didn't know why, he quickly gave in.

He nodded and said, "I understand, but the Guan family or other forces ......."

"I don't care about that," said the old man, "but once I let me know that he didn't end up in the hands of the Jin family, then I will definitely not spare you." ”

Jin Caiyan's father was silent for a moment, then nodded.

"Go ahead." The old man took the kettle in his hand, turned around, and walked slowly towards the hall.

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In these days when Jinling was full of storms, there was a place that could not be ignored, but it was ignored by people.

This is the place where this thing was born, the place where orders were given.

The majestic imperial city surrounds the magnificent imperial palace.

This palace is newer than the palace of the Northern Tang Dynasty, and at the same time it seems to be more majestic.

The one in Chang'an may be a little more quaint and solemn, but here it is more luxurious.

Standing tall in the center of the Nanwu Imperial Palace, Linfeng Terrace looks like a huge jade in the sunlight.

Under the wind platform, a large area of the strict forbidden army is pressed by black, and it is surrounded here.

On the Linfeng platform, there stood the only figure in Southern Wu.

The imperial robe is added, fluttering in the wind, full of silver threads, and the beard is stretched.

Compared to Li Zenan, the new emperor of the Northern Tang Dynasty, he looks too old, and even compared to the first emperor of the Northern Tang Dynasty, he is obviously much older.

It seems to be really old.

But his whole person, the light is very bright.

This is a man, an old man who can make everyone feel pressure, because of his ambition and domineering.

He was on the wind platform, and there were so many forbidden guards below, it didn't seem that he wanted to sacrifice to the heavens, nor to sacrifice anything else of a sacred nature.

He should just be looking at the scenery.

His vicissitudes of life and deep eyes looked ahead, as if he had looked at the outside of the imperial city with the help of the height of the wind platform—

That large piece of country belongs to him.

He breathed in the fresh air and turned away.

"These are all mine," he said as if to himself, for there was no one else around him, "spring flowers and autumn moons, summer cicadas and winter snow, including this fresh air in the morning. ”

"The air at this time of year is the most fragrant, as if I first met her more than fifty years ago."

He was talking about these things, but there was no nostalgia or melancholy in it, the most important thing was that his face did not change, and he was still so majestic.

The queen has been dead for more than 30 years, and the concubines in the harem, he hasn't touched them for more than ten years, and he has long forgotten and doesn't care about love or something.

The black-pressed forbidden army below split the way.

Here is the uncle who is also old.

Because of the relationship between the queen, His Majesty values him very much, and he has dutifully paid everything for Dawu for so many years.

Just like that Majesty, His Majesty stood on the wind platform, like a forest, and there was nothing special, just to watch the scenery. And Uncle Guo broke the forbidden army with such fanfare and found His Majesty, just to chat.

Very unserious motives, but placed on very serious characters and scenes.

Uncle Guo knelt and bowed to His Majesty.

His Majesty raised his hand and motioned for him to come up.

The wind platform was very high, so the old uncle Guo followed suit, and began to climb very slowly, he climbed out of breath, and gradually sweat oozed from his forehead.

He could have been carried up by the eight, but because His Majesty was here, and because His Majesty himself climbed up, he could only climb up by himself.

"Old ......"

Standing beside His Majesty, Uncle Guo stood back a little bit to show his identity and the identity of the other party.

He gasped, and his snow-white beard was lifted up and down, which was very funny.

"It took you a little slower to climb up than it took you to get up the last time." His Majesty had already turned his body back at this moment, still looking into the distance, and he probably wasn't looking at it, but thinking about it.

Touching the scene, seeing things and thinking about people.

But his expression remained unwavering.

He often did this, probably just to make himself a little more sentimental like he was when he was younger, but he couldn't, so he kept doing it.

"I'm old." Uncle Guo said, saying so indifferently.

"I'm older than you, but today is a little faster than the last time." His Majesty's wide sleeves rippled in the breeze, and his voice was steady and powerful.

"Does Your Majesty want to tell Your Majesty that you are getting younger and younger?" The corners of Uncle Guo's mouth pursed a slight smile.

"Let's not talk about these things that aren't fun." His Majesty's eyes looked farther away.

There was silence for a while.

Uncle Guo slowly spoke:

"I heard that Guan Zhengxing is already preparing to attack Chang'an."

"It's a well-known thing."

"Then, although the minister doesn't want to say something unlucky, but the minister still feels that it seems too simple for him to approach Chang'an, this war, the Northern Tang Dynasty is incredibly weak, so, in the past, it is also among them against the Tu people, it is impossible to happen."

"Do you think Guan Zhengxing will lose?" His Majesty turned his head and glanced at him.

"No, I just don't think I might win." Uncle Guo's answer was very straightforward, and he was not afraid of any offense because of his words.

His Majesty put his hand behind his back.

"Before his death, the holy general did not express his position on this war."

"Then what does Your Majesty think of the attitude of the Holy General and his old man towards this war?" Uncle Guo asked.

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