Long Xiang didn't know why, the moonlight was bleak today, but he looked at the sky with fascination. Obviously, he is already in the Qiantian Palace, his own palace, but no matter what, he wants to stay in this night sky for a while.

"Emperor, are you still not resting?" I haven't seen anyone yet, but there is such a voice from afar, this pretended to be a sharp voice, Long Xiang recognized that it was the Fu Lu, the palace man who suddenly appeared.

Long Xiang's hand waved slightly, and the people on the roof of the palace seemed to retreat backwards.

In the darkness of the night, the petite palace talent slowly walked out of the shadows of the trees.

"Who?"

"It's a minion, Emperor. “

Long Xiang's eyes looked at Na Fulu, and he walked towards him with small broken steps.

"Your Majesty, it's getting late, it's time to rest. “

Long Xiang smiled lightly and said, "However, the show has already begun, but you don't dare to rest, for fear of sleeping too deeply." It's not good. “

"The emperor is too careful. That Fu Lu said shallowly.

"How about it?, the widow asks you a few questions, and you can answer them, okay?" said Long Xiang, leaning sideways, facing the cold moon in the sky.

"Minion, be sure to answer truthfully. Then he looked at the empty roof, lowered his head again, and his eyes fell on the shadow of the swaying tree.

"Actually, it's not a big deal, it's just that people are curious. What do you want to do? Can you answer the widow?" Long Xiang turned his face sideways, and his eyes were blazing as he looked at Fu Lu next to him and said, "Originally, the widow could wait, but suddenly, the widow got tired of it. I just want to know the answer. “

"Your Majesty, the slave is just a small palace member of the Department of Internal Affairs. “

"Are you really stupid to be a widow? Really, don't you know anything? That dry corpse, or a widow, let that Fusi secretly bury it, exactly the same. Do you think the widow will believe you, it's the palace man? Hmph, in fact, if you don't say it, the widow can guess one or two. You're someone sent by Xixuan. Long Xiang said softly.

"Emperor, don't be afraid, do the minions want to be unfavorable to the emperor?"

"Afraid, not afraid, of course not. If you really wanted to do this, you would have done it a long time ago, didn't you?" Long Xiang smiled and said, "The widow is just curious, where are you from? If Xi Xuanzhen sent you, what is the purpose for." No, you are more like waiting for something, looking for something. Maybe Taiping has what Xixuan wants, so Xixuan doesn't do it yet. But what about you, why do you exist? First Concubine Yan, then Fu Lu. The widow has been looking at you, but he has never known what you want. Yan Xu, perhaps, you can directly tell the widow, from the time you were eight or nine years old, to now, why are you close to the widow, and what do you want?" Long Xiang turned around, staring at Na Fu Lu with naked eyes, and walked towards the palace man step by step. One step at a time, getting closer and closer, but Na Fulu did not retreat, but raised his head and looked directly into Long Xiang's eyes.

At this time, in the moonlight, in the shadows, the two of them were almost together, and no one moved.

"Emperor, when did you recognize it?"

"Your eyes will never be forgotten. “

"Since the emperor knows, why do you still ask?"

"Widow, I just want to hear you with my own ears. “

"What if I say, 'I want your life?'"

"Perhaps, the widow will give it to you too. So, do you want it?" Long Xiang lifted Fu Lu's chin, and the noses of the two people almost touched together, and even the sound of breathing became heavy.

"You know, ever since you left at the age of nine, the widow has been regretting it. When you come back to the widow, the widow is afraid, afraid, you are coming with a purpose, you are afraid, one day, you will leave again. If you are simply the bloodline of the Yan family, the widow may be like the Taiping Emperor, who will firmly bind you. It's a pity you're not. So, the widow is waiting for you to choose. Now, if you stay with the widow, does it mean that you have chosen the widow?" Long Xiang looked into Fu Lu's eyes and said sincerely.

"Emperor, what is your wish?"

“。。。。。。。 Long Xiang slowly let go of Fu Lu, or Yan Xu's chin.

"Emperor, has your wish changed?" Yan Xu said lightly, on such a night, it turned out to be special and ethereal.

"Ever since I remember it again, every day and every night, I have been having the same dream, and in that dream, there is the emperor. A man told me that the Kang Xuan Dynasty will reappear, and that king will be you. And the purpose of my appearance is for the king. Will that king be the emperor?"

Long Xiang turned his head, looked at the thick night sky and said, "Do you hope that it will be a widow?"

"I respect the emperor's decision. “

"So, you appeared in the widow's life and came to Taiping, just for this?"

"This is my mission, Emperor. “

"I remember that the widow read the history books when he was young, and the history books said that the first emperor of Taiping was found by a woman named Yan Zhi. Gan chooses the master. Presumably, this is also your purpose. Yan Xu, for the monarch of the Kangxuan Dynasty. If you don't want to, will you leave?"

"I don't know. Yan Xu stared at the sky blankly, she didn't know, she didn't even know, who she was, what did she exist for, was it for Xu Fu, or was it for this mission?

"If this is what you think, then this will also be what the widow thinks. Long Xiang looked back, looked at Yan Xu, slowly stretched out his index finger, and nodded Yan Xu's eyebrows, he remembered that here, there was a little cinnabar.

At this time, Long Xiang seemed to know something? The secret about Taiping, Beikang, and Yan's family. He seems to know.

"It's not early at night, so let's wait for the widow and change your clothes. “

"Yes, Your Majesty. “

In the Heavenly Temple, a white figure slowly walked towards the everlasting lamp in the middle of the Heavenly Temple.

The everlasting lamp was faintly on, but the light was much weaker.

When the last breeze blew, the white figure reached out to caress the last warmth of the everlasting lamp. It seems that the slightest flame can't last long.

It seems that the fate of Taiping is coming.

The border pass has always been solemn, and even the wind is full of wind and sand.

That Wang Yi looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and the sound of wind and sand sounding in his ears was unusually clear.

"Lord Wang, do you think, if you really want to send troops, where should you go?" General Zhuge behind him sat with his eyes half-squinted. It seems that he is not much interested in Wang Yi's words.

"I think the emperor means that it won't be Anyang City. “

"Where would that be?"

"It should be, it's Xixuan. “

General Zhuge slowly opened his eyes. Looking at the map, he asked, "Lord Wang's words are really interesting, if you don't go to Anyang City." Where to go? Those who can get close to Xixuan go out of Yinshan, and there is only one place left. “

"The god of desolation. Wang Yi looked at the sky and said slowly.

"Lord Wang, have you thought about it?"

"General Zhuge Da, is there any other choice? Without Taiping, we are nothing. Wang Yi turned his head, looked at General Zhuge and said word by word.