I don't know how long she cried, anyway, I think my arms are sore, and my crossed legs are numb. As for Sister Qingxia, I don't know when Lu Dao has fallen asleep quietly in my arms.

I was dizzy, and by the reflection of the light, I looked at her pretty face, which was much thinner and paler than before, and on the long black eyelashes, there were still droplets of tears condensed, and under the reflection of the light, it was as crystal as the best pearl.

The position of the eyes, as well as the nose and plump red lips are slightly red and swollen, it seems that they may be too tired from crying, maybe all their thoughts have been poured out, and all the disguises have been removed after venting.

But the more this happens, it makes her look even more pitiful, and the red lips like rose petals seem to be waiting for someone to take and taste. That gentle breath, spitting on my jaw, made my heart tickle. It took a long time for me to resist the urge to kiss her, not that my son was not enough to be a beast, nor that my son was inferior to a beast, but at this moment, my heart, more, just pity and pity.

At this moment, she is no longer as reserved and indifferent as in the past, nor as desolate and desperate as Fang Cai, but like a wounded little animal, snuggled in my arms, as if looking for a warm shelter.

Now she has no sense of reliance and security, her home is gone, and her original backer has become her lifeline, so it may be said that as long as she divulges her identity outside, within a quarter of an hour, she will be arrested and put in prison, waiting for her, maybe it is a more tragic fate than death.

Perhaps, it is also a good choice to let her stay like this, anyway, I am not a loyal subject of the Great Sui Dynasty, what I am loyal to may be the blood of the Chinese nation flowing in my body, and I am more loyal to the responsibility of changing history.

Since Yang Guang regarded the Great Sui Dynasty as just a tool in his hands, regardless of the common people, or even those noble ministers, insisting on doing things for his own face and preferences, such a dynasty really cannot last.

What I hope to do is to strive for fewer deaths and more vitality of the Chinese nation in the process of overthrowing the Great Sui Dynasty, so that the new dynasty can be established earlier and faster.

But what about after it was established? Will it be like this, and those who have fallen apart in the past will be like a country in the dust of history, and once again enter the Lunhui, be invaded by those foreign races, destroy the country, and even destroy the backbone of the Chinese nation?

Thinking of this, all of a sudden, I felt a chill down my spine and a cold sweat in my head, if this is the case, then can I really change history? In the future, those alien races with greed and cruelty will still rise, and the future of the Chinese nation will still slide into the same historical branch.

What to do? Li Shimin can indeed be regarded as a Ming Jun, but the problem is that it is precisely because he is a Ming Jun with outstanding intelligence and strong will that Datang can be so strong.

Because of this, if he wants to make a completely different change, or even disdain many things from the past, and shatter, smash and smash those systems and structures, and start over, will he be willing to do it?

In the future, in front of so many Ming Chenliang generals, how much can I influence him?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but feel a little dazed, as if the road that I thought was very easy, or very clear, was covered by the fog that was so thick that it could not be dissolved, and I couldn't see or find even a faint shadow.

Finally, I came to my senses from contemplation, lowered my head slightly, and happened to see Sister Qingxia, I don't know when, she had woken up, and her clear eyes fell firmly on my face.

"Are you awake?" I smiled softly and whispered.

"Well, Xie Lu Xie Gongzi, the slave feels much better." Sister Qingxia's pretty face was slightly red, but she didn't take her eyes off, and the fresh breath, along with her words, spitted on my chin, and it felt like a small insect flapping its wings crawling over it, itchy and crispy.

"Don't think too much, although Yang Xuangan has been defeated, in the past, let them go with the wind, the important thing is that you are still alive, as long as you live, there will be new hope." I subconsciously moved my lower neck, just looked at her from the position where I was snorting, and said softly.

"Thank you for your forgiveness, but what should I do in the future?" Sister Qingxia showed an intoxicating and quiet smile, and her eyes fell on the oil lamp not far away, looking so lonely and lonely, it was distressing to see.

I thought about it for a moment, and made a wise and gentlemanly decision: "Well, well, if you want, you can stay in my house for the first time." Of course I don't mean me, it's my sister, well, my sister is thirteen now, but she doesn't have a suitable maid, no, I mean ......"

Seeing her slightly upturned, seemingly meaningful corners of her lips, my words became more and more unspeakable, this girl's force value is very strong, this is definitely not my own crooked, but Li Yuanfang told me, at that time, before he rescued Sister Qingxia, he saw that she killed three fully armed, heavily armored Sixteen Guards elite with the dust in her hand alone, you must know that the elite of Sixteen Guards is definitely the elite of the army, these people are not only veterans, but also arrogant among the elite.

And he has lived in the military for many years, and he is the best at joint attacks, but she killed three people in a row and retreated, such a ability made Li Yuanfang a little jealous, according to Li Yuanfang's own words, it is not a problem for him to turn over ten sixteen elites, but he must come one by one, if they are arranged into a battle formation, three or four, I am afraid that what he can do is similar to Sister Qingxia, if ten people form a formation, even if he can kill these ten elites, he will almost fart.

Hearing this, I couldn't help but secretly speak, you must know that even a person like Li Xuanba, who has nostrils facing the sky, has praised my bodyguard Li Yuanfang, thinking that his martial arts and combat effectiveness can be regarded as the strongest in my family's military trophies.

Anyway, I think Li Yuanfang should be able to tie with my brother Liu Hongji, who cut off the head of the chicken and burned the yellow paper, which means that his force value should be above eighty-five, and this girl actually relied on a whisk to take over three elite soldiers, I am afraid that the force value is not much worse.

Well, I admit that I am a man with a very normal sexual orientation and likes beautiful girls, but the problem is that I am not thick-skinned enough, and I actually want her to stay with me and work as a bodyguard. Like her, who can work both in Xiaomi's work and in the work of a bodyguard, is definitely much more pleasing to the eye than Li Yuanfang, a big guy.

What's more, she is a person from the Duke of Chu, and she has a bitter hatred for the Great Sui Dynasty, and this son is her life-saving grace, thinking about it, she shouldn't refuse me, and such a story is a lot in ancient times, uh, in fact, I don't mean it so badly.

Just when Ben Gongzi stopped thinking nonsense, he saw her shake her head lightly and hummed softly. "The slave is willing to serve the son as the master."

"Master......" Ben Gongzi felt that his nose began to heat up, as if his blood vessels had the illusion that they were about to explode. The cake seller looked at her faintly faint eyes that seemed to reveal a hint of charm, and I felt as if there were a hundred wolves with green eyes standing on them, and they were howling against the bright moon in the sky.

"If the master is willing to take in the slave and maid, naturally everything is subject to the master's command." I don't know what Lu Dao is for, this girl's eyes seem to show a sly smile.

It will make me very uncomfortable for a man to call me master, but such a beautiful girl calls me master, and the soft and glutinous voice is like a steel knife scraping bones? Oh no, it's like that feather, gently brushing the tip of my heart, which proves that this son is really a normal male, very loving and impulsive to beautiful women.

"Goo-du......" Ben Gongzi swallowed his saliva hard, maybe it was too quiet here, and the sound of Ben Gongzi swallowing saliva actually echoed in the room, which made Lao Tzu extremely embarrassed, not sitting, not standing.

"If you don't speak, the slave and maid will accept it as the master." After saying that, Sister Qingxia sat up straight, moved slightly, and then bowed deeply to me. "The slave has seen the master."

"Well, I told you not to call yourself a slave, just call yourself a small word." As an outstanding young soul in the 21st century, I should have rejected the dregs of feudalism, the poison of imperialism, and the scourge of slavery, but the problem is that when the words came to my lips, I actually changed the hexagram inexplicably, and it must be the consciousness of the eldest grandson Wuji remaining in my body that is worshipping, yes, it must be so.

"The slave is no longer the subordinate of the Duke of Chu, and I still ask the master to give the name." Sister Qingxia's expression is still so indifferent and quiet, but when she makes a decision, she looks very crisp and neat.

I took a deep breath and forgot it, since I have come to this era of feudalism, slavery, and imperialism, I should follow the customs of the locals, uh, or rather, first make myself up as a person of this era, and then lead the people of this era to a new future, so, I decided to sacrifice myself, and then save myself.

Ben Gongzi, who had figured it out, finally regained his true character as a gentleman, cleared his throat and said, "Is it okay to call you Qingxia?" "This girl looks so much like that movie star who is so soul-studded, so I think it's appropriate to call her that.

"Qingxia has seen the master, thank you for the name of the master, it is Qingxia's luck to be taken in by the master, the master does not live up to Qingxia, and Qingxia does not live up to the master in this life." Sister Qingxia raised her head and looked at me, her tone and gaze seemed so resolute.

Looking at this beautiful and charming face, I don't know what Lu Dao is for, I think I should believe her and believe what she says.