"As such a famous dancer, one of the three beauties of Southern Wu, Guan Xianyun, who has excellent martial arts, can perform for the new emperor of the Northern Tang Dynasty like a show girl when she is used, she is like a clown who dances the beam, like a monkey, everyone says that she is a dancer, but is she necessarily willing that day?"

"I suggest you take back that remark." The sixth master of the Guan family looked at him with an ugly face, and his voice was cold and piercing.

Guan Kuo didn't pay attention to him, and continued to take care of himself: "The law of the jungle, shameless 'big shots', constantly use others, once some people can be used. Many years ago, you used my parents and me, and in the near unknown future, if you lose power, then it is very likely that you will also be used, including your wife and children. Therefore, I think you can learn from Ji Rushi and Jin An, that is life, otherwise, sooner or later, you will follow in my footsteps. ”

He looked at Kim Chae-yeon.

"Jin Caiyan, I don't know you, you and I just met for the first time today, maybe in the past, I would be disdainful of you, but among so many people here today, gradually, you are the only one who finally makes me look a little more pleasing to the eye, in such an atmosphere, I can't help but want to kindly remind you, whether you listen or scoff, I don't care, it's just that you have to beware, your uncles, uncles, brothers and sisters, and even your parents, Who knows what they're going to do when they don't have a choice, after all, they've done bad things to me and my parents. I'm lucky that my parents weren't like them, and I think it's a gift from God. ”

After saying these words, he didn't wait for Jin Caiyan to give any answer, turned around and left, behind him were those so-called "big shots" with ugly faces.

He followed the hoof prints left without a trace, searched for the past all the way, and left the shelter of Jin Youzuo, he suddenly found that even in Nanwu, it was full of dangers, and he must now take every step of the way.

But, far away, he heard a crisp sound, a little faint.

"Thank you, cousin, will we meet again?"

He paused, as if he had suddenly felt some emotion in his heart, and a very strange feeling rose up.

He turned his back to the girl and waved his hand, just like when he was sent to leave Chang'an on the frontier, and said:

"See you again, Ann."

"You're okay too." He heard his cousin say with some wistful and nostalgic.

He smiled and strode forward.

……

……

The wrath of the Son of Heaven, millions of corpses, thousands of miles of flesh and blood.

The wrath of Ruoshi, bleeding five steps, two dead and wounded, the world is vegetarian.

The anger of Ruoshi is because the Son of Heaven was killed by Ruoshi.

Now, the two scholars are dead, and they are still the best in the world, because they are two scholars who are respected by the Son of Heaven.

The whole country is grieving, no, the world is grieving.

The fighting between the Northern Tang Dynasty and the Southern Wu subsided, and the armor of the soldiers on both sides was covered with white cloth.

Paper money is sent in the evening breeze, like snowflakes, in various parts of the two big countries.

People wept and grieved.

Perhaps the demise of some big people who can lead the way of history has some wonderful powers, so even if no one has seen the moment when those two big men died, the truth has been sung in all directions at a very fast speed.

It's a sad spring.

At the same time, the situation in the Northern Tang and Southern Wu also reached the most dangerous moment.

In the past, the two sides restrained themselves and deliberately wanted to be brothers and friends, until soon after Li Zenan ascended the throne, the Guan family brazenly launched an attack and tore their faces.

That hostile situation reached its climax until Qiu Jingshan and Jin Youzuo died together.

Now the two sides are not only competing for hegemony in interests, but have turned into mutual enmity.

The hatred of killing the god of war is not shared with the sky, and the hatred of killing the holy general is not shared with the sky!

In this spring full of hatred, the majesty of the Northern Tang Dynasty has not returned to his dragon chair for a long time, although he has been diligently handling all kinds of affairs, but the last time he went to court was many days ago.

He has always been in the Dust Washing Palace, accompanying his most beloved royal sister.

The criticized queen came a few times, looked at the beauty on the bed with pity and affection, and looked at her husband with mockery and snarky eyes.

There is no real name between them.

They used to be good brother and sister, but she was taken advantage of, and everything was lost.

She and Li Xiyun have a similar fate, she saw her own shadow from Li Xiyun's body, she thought, if one day, she is also like Her Royal Highness Princess Guangle, the man next to the bed, will blame himself? Will you regret it?

She didn't know.

However, Xue Zhao, who was always mentioned by people with Princess Guangle, never came, perhaps because of self-blame, or because of despair and pain. He never went out either.

The cronie came to Li Zenan's side silently, looked at the soft-line profile of the other party's face, sighed softly, and reminded:

"Your Majesty, it's time to deal with government affairs again."

It's not that he talks too much, it's just that Li Zenan seems to be afraid that he will be delayed because of the imperial sister, so he deliberately told his cronies that he should remind himself when and at what time, generally speaking, before this, he will leave the bed and go to deal with it, but like a rare number of today, he will stay late.

However, after hearing those words, he did not stand up, nor did he look at his imperial sister's face as affectionately as before, but suddenly said softly:

"Qiu Zhanshen is gone."

It was the afternoon of the day after the demise of Qiu Jingshan and Jin Wozuo.

The people in the whole country who knew this news did not occupy all of them, and as His Majesty of the Northern Tang Dynasty, he already knew these things.

A look of loneliness and even despair soon appeared on the face of the cronie, and he muttered in distraction:

"Yes, Qiu God of War...... He went to meet the emperor, but he was an old man, and he was gone......"

That can be the people of this era, eternal pain, from the north to the land of Lianghuai.

Silence, long silence.

That was unfortunate news, but at least, thankfully, it was impossible for Her Royal Highness the Princess, who was suffering, to know all this for the time being.

(End of chapter)