Xue Zhao is very good, better than all other men of the right age, and this is the source of his confidence.

Her Royal Highness Princess Guangle Li Xiyun of the Tang Dynasty will figure it out, and that is inevitable.

He left, and only the palace maids of the Changliu Palace and its owner remained.

Li Xiyun once again walked along the Qingqing pond, her steps were very light and light, she stood on tiptoe and lifted her skirt, as if she was afraid of disturbing something.

In her mind, countless men's faces flashed, and in them, there were many young people who were famous in Chang'an, including Xue Zhao, and even Li Zenan, the king of Qin, and Li Xianyue, the king of Jin.

Those men are very good, but I don't know why, she just isn't very interested, she just doesn't like it, it's not that they're bad, it's not that they feel that because they're noble, those people don't deserve it, they just don't like it.

"Ahh

Once again, she sighed as she had done before, as she had done when she was a little girl.

Her stinking lonely sigh was the same as that of a certain girl who looked like a little fairy.

She suddenly realized that she really didn't like anyone, so what should she do?

At this time, she suddenly remembered the marriage, and a trace of unhappiness appeared on her beautiful face, and she wondered why she suddenly thought of that unhappy thing?

However, the face of a certain guy still involuntarily came to her mind.

She suddenly thought with some sadness that time had passed so quickly.

I didn't feel the spring grass dream of the pond, and the sycamore leaves in front of the steps have autumn sounds.

"Time, time." She opened her arms, her wide sleeves unfurled with blooming flowers, fluttering in the wind, her green silk like a waterfall also flying, she closed her eyes, as if to let go of her heart, let go of all the things that made her feel depressed.

The pale golden sunlight poured through the eaves of the Changliu Palace, splashing on her slender figure, leaving an extremely beautiful image on the ground.

However, when she opened her eyes, she still frowned beautifully.

She still thought of the poor guy who didn't do anything, was beheaded all over the house, and was thrown to the northern frontier of the Tang Dynasty.

His Majesty didn't take back that marriage, but their marriage didn't exist anymore, and they didn't have anything to do with each other anymore, but for some reason, she thought of him now.

"Are you okay?" She muttered to herself, "Are you still alive?" ”

She was worried about the situation of Li Xianyue, the king of Jin, so she didn't think that Guan Kuo could survive, if she could know that Guan Kuo was dead, or still alive, maybe she would be able to let go, but there was no news like this, and it was possible that she would not know the final fate of that fool in this life and this life, she suddenly felt a little unwilling.

She sighed and said softly: "If you are buried in the northern frontier of my Tang Dynasty, this palace will come to see you, okay?" ”

After speaking, she suddenly smiled, and the entire Changliu Palace was instantly brightened.

That year, the pear blossom was thin, and you were leaving.

The Si people have gone, and it is difficult to stay and save their hatred.

Time, time, past, past.

……

……

The clouds are faint, the sky is very blue, and it is also very high, the sky is high and the earth is wide, and the mountains and rivers are far away.

The land in the distance was undulating, with a certain air of depression and decline that was close to winter.

Winter is coming, and the people of the Sudden would have been in a state of panic and despair about what could be a terrible winter, but now it seems that they may not have to be in such a mood anymore.

Disasters will not disappear for no reason, it can only be passed on, for the Tuwu people, this is called resolution, for the Northern Tang people, this is called the disaster of no reason.

Guan Kuo also walked on the rolling hills, as the road progressed, he would suddenly stand on the high ground, able to look into the distance, and suddenly fall into the trough, his vision was greatly limited.

Traceless followed him with a black horse's face, walking in silence.

Because to prevent him from escaping, he can't ride a horse, but others don't have the ability to subdue the stubborn and clever Wuji, so the two of them can only do this, keep a certain distance, walk and go, walk and go.

He couldn't ride a horse, but around him, there were all people on horseback, and there were several carriages, and the whole procession stretched far, far away, so to speak, their line of work was full of everything. In the girl's words, she has moved almost half of the "Smoke and Rain Courtyard".

"Xiao An'an" is gone again, but the feeling of being watched behind is still there, and that gaze is not the vigilant gaze of other people, but like a gaze that grabs a cricket and then squats in the distance and squats insidiously watching you jump casually, but knows that you can't jump anything.

"This #¥%." Guan Kuo felt the gaze of the "Xiao An'an" who didn't know his name yet, and he had cursed countless times in his heart.

Actually, what he said wasn't too outrageous, that guy is now hiding in the shadows for a lewd look, although it's not really #¥%, but the dogleg must be counted.

On his right, past three or four Wu people on horseback, was a carriage that was completely different from the others.

That kind of difference is called a heaven and an underground.

The carriages used to put the things of "half of the smoke and rain courtyard" can already be compared with the carriages of the magnates of Chang'an, but this one has to go up many levels.

This may not be described as luxurious, because it is really not luxury, and perhaps the difference between the two carriages lies in the ineffable temperament.

The ornaments of the carved phoenixes, the bells hanging on the four sides of the carriages, the gilded wheels......

All the decorations are from famous artists.

Art is priceless, and decorating oneself with jewelry is far less than those exquisite patterns and shapes with indescribable flavors.

Maybe others may not be able to see it, but after all, Guan Kuo was once the son of Shuling in the Northern Tang Dynasty, and he still has some foundation in these aspects.

What makes Guan Kuo even more unbearable is that this carriage is not only famous horses, but also armored, fully armed, none of the carriage is wooden, even if the gaps and openings are exposed, he has seen the girl show off her outfit # and seal it to him, if it is not for those beautiful patterns, this is not a carriage, but a big piece of iron, Guan Kuo believes that even if he uses Qin to kill, it is estimated that it will take a long time to cut a hole.

What made him even more speechless was that such a heavy piece of iron, the horses that were already covered in armor in front of them were still able to gallop like flying, although they were pacing slowly, but he had seen the carriage almost flying.

He asked without a trace, if four or five of it pulled this carriage, would it hit?

No trace indicates, not hit, it cowardices.

(End of chapter)