Xiao Yu thought that it was impossible for the disaster area to be left alone and provide disaster relief again, and the person who transported the grain and grass must be a reliable person.

In this regard, he already has someone in mind -

The son of the royal family, Wang Ziyang.

General Wang Lao is very old, after the first emperor ascended the throne, as the original ****** of the Wang family, in order to protect themselves, all the military power in their hands was handed over to the Shangguan family, but also far away from the center of power, the family retreated outside the customs.

The Wang family has been holding back for decades, and it's time to make a comeback.

This time, at this juncture, Mrs. Wang's return with her son is an important signal.

Although the Wang family seems to have completely ignored political affairs over the years, the Wang family is also one of the most famous families in the Great Zhou, and the inheritance of hundreds of years is incomparable to that of a rising family like the Cui family.

He needed a general, a general who was loyal and only his own.

Wang's family is a good choice.

After the early dynasty, the crane in the clouds has been waiting outside the hall for a long time.

Snow-capped, like a jade boy, standing on Mo.

Dressed in purple, like an immortal.

"I've seen Your Majesty." A faint tone wafted out from the thin lip flap.

Xiao Yu bowed his head, and his eyebrows sank slightly.

———I'm the dividing line———

"Sonorous!"

The melodious sound, accompanied by the howling north wind, adds to the poignant color.

Xiao Yu sat alone in the long pavilion, playing lightly with his bare hands, and on his lap was the phoenix piano he got last night!

The pavilion, the long lake, the cold plum, the snow, the plain clothes, and the guqin are the most beautiful landscape paintings in this winter, and Xiao Yu is the most colorful stroke.

A calm face is only colder than the snow.

The words of the crane in the clouds seem to be in the ears.

Phoenix Qin has found her master, please ask the emperor to hand over the qin to her.

"Sonorous."

She was poisoned, and she was a heart-eater who had been lost for many years on the rivers and lakes.

The north wind blows, the ink carries forward, the mourning rises, and the heart is sad.

The poison that eats the heart is the most poisonous herb in the world, and when it occurs, the poisoned person needs to bear great pain, like ants gnawing at the heart, life is better than death.

There is no cure for this poison, and even if I am a descendant of a ghost doctor, there is no way to do it.

This poison has a sad pulse, she has been poisoned for some time, and she has had an attack, and her heart is seriously damaged, and she will definitely die in less than three years.

"Sonorous!" The tune is becoming more and more mournful, the already sad tune, and the beautiful timbre of the phoenix piano are even more like crying.

There was a strange tingling sensation from his fingertips, but Xiao Yu continued to play as if he didn't feel anything.

Surely death!

Surely death!

The heart suddenly hurts, as if it was pinched by an irresistible palm, and then kneaded it so hard that even breathing became painful.

The pain became more and more intense, and Xiao Yu's face became more and more cold.

Cui Haoran! Cui family!

"Khooth! Sonor! Sonor! ”

The tone changed suddenly, and the original sad sound became magnificent, like the flames of war burning brightly.

The iron-hoofed gold-goma hissed, and the blood-stained battlefield was unknown.

Why!

Why is this the result, she was poisoned, or there is no cure for the heart!

"Poof-" I couldn't control the churning blood in my chest anymore, and a mouthful of turbid blood spurted out.

The sound of the piano came to an abrupt end.

"Your Majesty!" The little eunuch hurriedly ran into the pavilion.

"It doesn't matter." took the little eunuch's handkerchief, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth, and brushed away the blood stains on the strings one by one.

"Send my Jiaowei to Jinhua Palace."