"What did you say?!" Zhuo Lingyun stood up suddenly, the momentum was too fierce, and the entire table opened two or three steps. only felt that the table in front of him was in the way, Zhuo Lingyun smashed it with his hand, rushed a few steps to his henchman, grabbed his shoulders hard, and his eyes lit up: "You say it again!" ”

"Fang Hou is not dead. I saw Fang Hou, and he told me that he was rescued by the Shura Sect Master back then, and the Golden Palace dissected the heart of the Shura Sect's stand-in dead soldier. ”

"Where, where is he, where is Fang Hou......" Zhuo Lingyun asked again and again, his face flushed with excitement, and there was already water in his eyes.

"In the Yong'an City Mansion. Fang Hou said that he would wait there for news from the general, and the last general would come to report first......"

"How can this be reasonable, why don't you invite Fang Hou to come...... No, no, no, how can I let Fang Hou come to see me, I'll go over to see him! Zhuo Lingyun only felt that the blood in his whole body was boiling, and he shouted loudly: "Come on, prepare the horse......"

There was no echo outside.

Only then did he remember that just now, under Ling Fang's instructions, he had dispersed all the followers far away.

He was excited, and he didn't feel that it was wrong, and he was about to stride out and prepare his own horse.

Behind him, Ling Fang's voice came in an extremely low voice: "General, do you really want to see Fang Hou?" ”

Zhuo Lingyun's blood condensed all over his body, and he looked back in amazement: "What did you say?" ”

Ling Fang looked up at him, and his eyes slowly revealed sadness: "Fang Hou said that the general may not like him to live, and he may not want the world to know that he is alive. Therefore, Fang Hou prevented me from calling out his identity in front of people, and now, only the general and I in the world know the fact that Fang Hou is still in the world. ”

As if someone had poured a bucket of ice water from head to toe, Zhuo Lingyun was cold.

A moment ago, he forgot everything, as if he had gone back to the distant boyhood, the bloody time. In an instant, the ecstasy faded, and what was in front of me was reality.

The skin, the bones and blood, and even the heart have been frozen into ice.

Ling Fang knelt down on his knees, lowered his eyes to the ground, and reached out to take out a letter from his bosom: "This is written by Fang Hou to the general. ”

Zhuo Lingyun took the letter silently, unfolded it silently, and watched it silently.

It was indeed Fang Hou, such a clear and fluttering handwriting was so familiar that it made his heart surge with heat. However, he did not know whether he was happy.

Reading between the lines, when it comes to those old things, God knows, you know me, and it is so cordial that it makes him sad.

It's Fang Hou. Only Fang Hou will have so much care for the world and the people, will there be so much disapproval of what he is doing now, will there be such gentle and considerate words, and will still think about him in such a situation, leave room for him, leave dignity, and let him make his own choices.

After reading the letter, he staggered to his seat and sat down.

I still remember that when he heard the news of Fang Hou's death at the beginning of the year, he pulled out his sword and chased after the messenger, shouting angrily: "You dare to deceive me, Fang Hou is a hero of the world, he will definitely not die!" ”

In the past few years, the generals of the Chu army have fallen apart, unable to cooperate with each other, and in the face of foreign enemies, they will inevitably retain their strength. Finally, until now, the land is occupied by the Qin people, and the state affairs are no longer unbearable. How many late nights, he looked at the spiritual position, and said in his heart: "Fang Hou, if you don't die......

In the past few years, whenever he thinks of the old things, he will stand stunned, and when he sees a person with a slightly similar body and appearance, he will be distracted for a long time, and he can't help but fantasize that that person has never died. As soon as he turned around, he would smile from a corner and punch him in the chest: "Ha, look at you bear-like." A little change, just panicked like this. You still can't do it without me! ”

Now, someone finally told him that Fang Hou really wasn't dead.

Fang Hou, he turned out to be really not dead.

However, why, why...... He actually ...... I don't feel so happy.

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Zhuo Lingyun gathered his henchmen, and when the secret room was negotiating, in the Yong'an Mansion, Fang Qingchen was sitting upright drinking.

Pour your own drink.

The liquor is in the throat and spicy.

If he wanted to save Xiao Xiaoyue and continue to wander the world unrestrained, it was actually very easy. After he appeared, he could leave a letter and tell Zhuo Lingyun that he had no intention of returning to the world and then drift away. In that case, Zhuo Lingyun understood the stakes mentioned in his letter, and naturally let Xiao Xiaoyue go, and for himself, since Zhuo Lingyun couldn't catch up and couldn't find it, he could naturally let go of those complex and subtle contradictions, and as always, express his concern for him.

If he wanted to reorganize the old department and clean up the mess, it would not be difficult to convince Zhuo Lingyun to follow him. He could take the opportunity of Ling Fang blurting out "Fang Hou" to reveal his identity in public, and take advantage of Zhuo Lingyun's untimely response to publicize his comeback to the whole army. In that case, Zhuo Lingyun didn't have the opportunity to block the news and kill him, so he would stop hesitating and struggling. The facts are established, in the face of him, even if Zhuo Lingyun is still unwilling, he has to bow his head.

However, he did nothing.

Ling Fang must have felt that he was kind and tolerant, thinking about others everywhere, and would rather be in danger himself, but also leave the greatest margin for others.

Hehe, the iron-blooded man who came out of the battlefield is really all

of people. Straight intestines, love and righteousness, can't understand the bullying in this world? They don't understand that what others say, they should think twice about whether they should believe it, whether they should follow it.

He gave Zhuo Lingyun room to choose, that is, he didn't give Zhuo Lingyun a chance not to choose.

Don't tear the veil of warmth and affection, everyone is still a good person with affection and righteousness. No one owes anyone anything, and no one ever feels sorry for anyone. How good?

Fang Qingchen was not happy.

The choice is yours.

To take a step forward is to wipe out the last bit of conscience, cut off the last trace of warmth, completely tear off all the awe-inspiring fig leaf of righteousness, and admit all the evil, viciousness and ruthlessness of oneself.

Taking a step back is to change from a candidate who has the potential to win the world to a general under the light dust tent of the other side. Dedicate all the military and political powers, from the person who gave the order, to a person who obeyed the order. Give up the achievements of years of hard work, give up the honor and power, and no longer see everyone's welcome and obedience.

Cruel, right? It's tough. Pain it.

Fang Qingchen smiled calmly.

Who made you hold me up so high, who made you fight under the banner of avenging our Hou. I have told you that I do not approve of you. Therefore, if you refuse to give up your ways to follow me, you cannot let me go. Because I will identify myself elsewhere, if you don't come to find me, the old master, and ask me to be handsome, it will be to let the world see that you are untrustworthy and duplicitous. Your army will no longer have the name of righteousness, and you will become the laughing stock of the world.

Therefore, you either recognize my status, serve me as the master, listen to my orders, and work with me to calm the world and save the Chu country from fire and water. Either you kill me unknowingly, then you are still a disciple of Fang Hou, and you are still a righteous man who wants to avenge me and kill the rebellious ministers and thieves.

You can choose both paths, and you can't turn back on either path.

There is no other choice, and there can be no compromise.

Whoever is a natural saint can not expect that those so-called teachings of loyalty, righteousness and morality will definitely be able to cover the shackles of fame and profit. However, in the depths of the soul that is gradually tainted by reality, there will be the last bit of perseverance and holiness in the old kindness and righteousness, the gratitude in the heart, and the gradual tainting of reality.

Take your choice. No one persecuted you, no one interfered with you. It's the hard choice, it's your choice. It's just your choice. There is no shirking responsibility, and there is no excuse. Every decision is painful, and I admit it, it's a cruel torture for you.

Fang Qingchen laughed self-deprecatingly.

I'm really a vicious, ruthless, and despicable person, always forcing others to make the hardest choices, time and time again.

However, this time, no matter what Zhuo Lingyun chose, he wouldn't blame him.

Yes, he won't blame him.

Even if Zhuo Lingyun wanted to kill him and imprison him, he wouldn't blame him. He doesn't want to take revenge, to hurt, to blame.

It's not because he understands him, it's not because he feels that he has to force a man full of ambition and pride to give up his ambitions, his career, after all, is too vicious and cruel.

Just because, just because ......

Fang Qingchen raised his glass safely and drank it all again.

Just because Zhuo Lingyun is not the person he really wants to be honest with, accompany him for the rest of his life, and never abandon him.

Zhuo Lingyun is not his lover.

In every life, Fang Qingchen's eyes will be retributed, Fang Qingchen's ruthlessness and ruthlessness, Fang Qingchen's thunderous methods, and Fang Qingchen's resolute madness will only be used to the people he loves.

With his eyes closed, he slowly savored the spicy taste in his mouth.

In every life, he spreads out all the gains and losses, puts them in front of others, and lets them choose for themselves.

He has countless means to influence others and make others choose him unconsciously, but he doesn't use anything.

He has countless ways to tilt the situation in his favor, to make the other party choose him without any burden or helplessness, and he does nothing.

Then, in every life, the person he loves, the last choice, is never him.

He smiled, a little bitter, a little relieved.

Zhuo Lingyun, what is your choice?

It's really exciting.