The morning pilgrimage is about to begin.

The morning dynasty is about to begin?

The morning party is about to begin!

Zhao Xinguang was naked, bathing himself in the heavy snow flying like goose feathers, and he stared at the snowy sky, as if waiting for something.

Maybe waiting for a sharp sword,

Perhaps, he was waiting for an angry shout.

And yet no, nothing......

No!

Yes!

A terrible chirp sounded in the vast snow, and an heron eagle broke through the snow and landed on his shoulder.

"Murong Chen, I haven't learned enough, I can't understand Lu Ying's words, tell me what it's talking about. ”

Zhao Xin spoke in a low voice, stroking the long-necked heron eagle that was chirping softly in his ear with his fingers.

"It says ......"

Murong Chen's left leg was a prosthetic leg made of wood, and he limped when he walked, and at this time he stumbled and almost fell to the ground.

"It said," Murong Chen's eyes were blood-red, and he continued: "It said that Lord Su did not go to find the Thirteenth Prince, and at the door where there was a cup of tea, Lord Su said that everything is your choice, and he is waiting for your choice. ”

My choice?

Zhao Xin laughed hoho, the stout man, the muscles all over his body were trembling.

"Someone!"

Zhao Xin shouted loudly, and the sound of chaotic footsteps suddenly sounded around him.

More than twenty sturdy men had strips of red cloth tied to their heads, their fists and feet were wrapped in bandages, and their bodies were covered with fine iron armor.

These people surrounded Zhao Xin, holding heavy weapons made of hardwood in their hands, and besieged Zhao Xin.

Boom!

Seven or eight huge wooden stakes stabbed on his body, Zhao Xin exhaled, and his muscles suddenly skyrocketed.

The wooden stake was pushed backwards by Zhao Xin, even if twenty people attacked him, they couldn't stop his surging muscles, his fists were clenched tightly, and there was no demonic breath on it, but he smashed all the wooden stakes stuck on his body.

"For two years, I swallowed the pill that restricted demon breath every day!"

Boom!

Zhao Xin only threw one punch, and smashed the armor on the two men's bodies out of neat holes.

The two men vomited blood and flew upside down, looking at Zhao Xin in disbelief.

They had been sparring with Zhao Xin for hundreds of days and nights, but they had never seen Zhao Xin so violent.

"For two years, I don't practice swordsmanship, only fists and feet, my fist is a knife, a gun, and a sword! My body is a shield! I want to be the strongest retinue of the upper court, and the great priest also promised me, and five years later, he helped me soar into the sky!"

Bang bang bang!

Seven or eight men were swept out by Zhao Xin.

"Good birds choose trees to perch, good ministers choose masters to serve, for the future, Lord Su, Lord Su, you, why don't you let the Thirteenth Prince kill me? Why! You should know that it is impossible for me to give up these two years of hard work!"

Oh, oh, oh~

The bell rang, Zhao Xin put on a short robe, and slowly knelt outside the door of his small courtyard.

Murong Chen grabbed Zhao Xin: "Don't do this, let's go, we don't need the Great Sikou to give us a future!" Zhao Xin, I know that you can understand Lu Ying's words, my secret skills of beasts have all been taught to you, you can be the most powerful outpost, you can show your prestige in the army, don't betray Lord Su, don't!"

"I can, what about you? What do you do?

Your leg is broken, and most of your cultivation has been abolished, and I must follow the Great Priest to ......"

"Yes, that's right. ”

At this time, Kou Murong Bai, the chief secretary of the autumn official, came over with a smile.

He played with a woodpecker and said with a smile: "The most powerful ghost legend in the world is not the ghost girl, but the human heart, and the most ghostly ghost is not a ghost and a ghost, but also a human heart." I, Murong Bai, are the best at playing with people's hearts, so if Su Jiazi provokes this official, I can only say that his life is not good. How did he know that two years ago, Benguan was ready to deal with his rise?"

"Zhao Xin, it doesn't take five years to help the official deal with the Su family, after this time, the official will give the future. ”

"Zhao Xin, as long as the reputation of the Su family declines, this official will also protect the glory of Murong Chen I, after this incident, Murong Chen is no longer the most remote branch of the Murong family, but the son of the Murong family, he can run rampant in Kyoto. ”

"It's a deal. Zhao Xin raised his head, his eyes were so red that he lost his lustre.

"It's a deal. Murong Bai laughed.

Murong Bai boarded the carriage of the Shang Dynasty and smiled softly in the gorgeous carriage.

"I hate ghosts and spirits. ”

He said in a low voice: "The ghosts and spirits are too simple, they have no heart, and it is not easy to catch ......."

"Su Jiazi, you are a human being, and you also have a human heart. ”

......

Officials of the upper dynasty gathered outside the royal city.

Soon the gates of the royal city opened, revealing a bright road.

The fire was so bright that it brought in the temperature and melted all the wind and snow that rushed in.

"Haha, Lord Lu, let's go in. ”

"Lord Chen is very happy, do you want to wait and see?"

"The trade-off of the court is like an hourglass, heavy here, light there, simple, but it is the most complicated drama in the world, doesn't Lord Lu want to watch it?"

Known as Lord Chen, he is a great uncle below Liuqing, who is in charge of sacrifices, ceremonies and other matters, and has little power, but his status is very high.

A crimson hourglass swirls around his fingertips, and the fine sand in it keeps flying up and down, but it will not completely fall on any side, just like him, looking at the court like a play, watching life like a play.

Today's morning meeting, in his opinion, is the most tragic drama.

Zhao Xin followed behind Murong Bai's carriage, staring at the small hourglass in the hand of the great uncle, his eyes became redder and redder, but at this time, suddenly, someone came singing.

"I stepped on the ship of the desert, with my pipe and hourglass on my back, and a jug of liquor in my hand;

The long ancient road is long, and there are no joys, sorrows, or sorrows, only the camel is still busy......"

This is an export chapter, but it can only be regarded as a small song, not a poem, and naturally it has not even reached the level of fame.

But that desert-like desolate tune is particularly touching in the midst of heavy snowfall.

Su Ang held a long cigarette stick in his hand, took a puff with sorrow, and the soles of his feet were also filled with yellow sand, surging, and pushed him forward continuously.

The speed was very fast, and he quickly passed Murong Bai's car and entered the road of the royal city.

"Su Jiazi is still a talent. ”

"If it's poetry, it's just that, with the talent endowment of the Su family, it's not surprising that you can use the exit chapter in front of people, but just a slang minor key can hook up the talent of heaven and earth, this is ...... It's a little amazing. ”

"Wait, he's smoking dry tobacco in the royal city? And what's on his back, I'm not mistaken?"

"You read that right, it's the wine jar. ”

Smoking dry tobacco and drinking alcohol in the royal city are all disrespectful things, but the words of the Su family are nothing, they are the little junior disciples of Wang Qing.

But when Su Ang did this, he was clearly slapping someone in the face.

Look, I've already seen through it, you're using Zhao Xin to deal with me.

But I don't want to kill my former comrades, I'm sad, I'm going to smoke, I'm going to drink.

Alas, I am sorrowful.

Because of your old and shameless despicable methods, I, a younger generation, am very sad......

The officials couldn't help but look at Murong Bai's car, and found that Murong Bai had already lifted the curtain of the car, and his old face was blue and black.

............

Zhao Xin couldn't hold back any longer, tears welled up in his eyes.

He knows that what he is doing is wrong, but there are some things in life that cannot be calculated by right or wrong.

"A good bird chooses a tree to perch, and a good minister chooses the lord to serve!" he said fiercely.

Soon arrived at the door of the council hall, Zhao Xin saw Su Ang unload his sword and hand it to the inner official at the door.

When he handed over the sword, Su Ang glanced back at Zhao Xin, and said with a slight smile: "People's hearts, friendship, right now." ”

As he spoke, Su Ang pulled out the mandarin duck butterfly sword from its scabbard, drank the wine, sprayed it on the sword, and then strode into the temple door, raised his hand, and threw the remaining half of the jar of wine behind him.

Zhao Xin caught the wine jar and wanted to drink it, but he didn't dare to drink it.

He carefully placed the wine jar on the ground, faced the mandarin duck butterfly sword held by the officer, and slowly knelt down.

"Right or wrong, I don't have a choice!"

Boom!

He knocked his head hard.

Behind him, Murong Bai smirked.