These three days are closed for the holiday.,I'm going to make up for the update!Thank you.,Why don't you even have a shortage of recommended votes!Oops,I did the math.,It's about 4 chapters less.。 Saturday, Sunday, Monday, three days off, two or three shifts a day is enough. Eunen, it's not very difficult, ahaha. In addition, after recuperating and raising interest rates for a while, my eyes are really much better, thank you for your concern)

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"Isn't this Ying clan the king of Qin for generations, do they need to consider the meaning of other families to pass on the throne?" Gongsun Qingzhi said strangely.

Zhao Shandou smiled and replied: "Miss Gongsun doesn't know anything. This Da Qin is not like our Da Zhao. In the hundreds of years of conquest with the barbarians of the Northern Desert, although there were three princes and six divisions in the Great Qin Dynasty, it was actually very similar to the power of the tribes in the Northern Desert. The wealthy families go their own way, and there is peace in time for war. The so-called Qin royal family is just the most powerful family among them. If it was a hundred years ago, when the winner was the strongest, naturally he didn't need to care about the meaning of other families. But now, the Li and Meng families have produced many talents and risen strongly, and for the sake of the stability of Great Qin, the winner naturally has to consider the meaning of other families...... Whoever has a big fist will have more confidence in this speech. ”

"Well, I see, I've been taught!" Gongsun Qingzhi looked this Zhao Shandou up and down, he still had some knowledge, and he couldn't help but change his opinion of this fat man again.

"Miss Gongsun is polite!" Zhao Shandou's face became even more ruddy, and he arched his hand to look flattered, and then continued to mutter, "In this way, this Great Qin Dynasty is likely to change. What we have to think about now is, how good will this matter be for our Da Zhao? Should we stir up some troubled waters, or should we take a clear-cut stand and support a certain party in the hope of getting more convenience?"

Lin Yi and the others glanced at each other, they were all the world's first-class killer scouts, and there were many calculations in the battlefield, but the calculations outside the battlefield and inside the temple seemed to be far from the fat man with a shiny face in front of him...... But I don't know which side this person is leaning towards?

Lin Yi thought for a while, and said tentatively: "Of course, I don't know as much as Lord Zhao about this Great Qin, and I can't make a choice for a while. We will first inform the general of this news to the general's palace, and ask Master Leng to make a plan. Lord Zhao can also report this matter to his superiors. We'll talk about it then?"

Zhao Shandou laughed, his small eyes shining: "For such things, I think it is enough to have a cold and handsome plan! My Majesty the King has a lot of opportunities, and these little things naturally don't need to be on his desk." ”

"Huh?"

Hearing the meaning of these words, Lin Yi and the others glanced at each other, their faces were happy, and then they looked at Zhao Shandou's eyes, which was extra cordial.

It turns out that this Zhao Shandou is actually a person from the master's side!

While talking, several people got together, Lin Liu, Lin Qi, and a few young people, now they have hooked up with Zhao Shandou, and they are commensurate with each other, and their speeches are much more casual than just now.

Lin Hu looked at it from the side and thought it was funny, and there was a smile on his face, but he suddenly remembered that day when he was upstairs in Wangchuan, Li Yuanbai said about the situation in Dazhao, but he was a little excited for a while, and this smile slowly disappeared, and it was difficult to be happy in his heart.

Zhao Shandou was still more capable of observing words and colors, and he noticed at a glance that Lin Hu's complexion had changed: "Little prince, are you tired after a long journey today?

Lin Yi and the others nodded yes.

Lin Hu smiled and said casually: "Okay, just discuss it with a few of you, and you don't need to report it to me, just hand it over to Uncle Leng for decision." ”

"Obey!" Zhao Shandou and the others bowed down to receive the order.

After speaking, several people separated, Xiong Sifang, Gongsun Qingzhi, and Wan Tuhu went to the backyard to practice swords, and Lin Hu went back to the room alone.

Out of the hall, it was already dusk.

Looking at the sky, the beautiful sunset in spring made Lin Hu feel better.

"Little Prince!"

The guards on the left and right who stood guard in front of the door of their rooms half-knelt in front of them and saluted respectfully.

Lin Hu nodded and smiled: "No courtesy!

Flattered, the two guards quickly got up and stood beside them with their heads bowed.

Lin Hu smiled and pushed the door in—

It's just that this foot stepped in, but it didn't fall for a long time!

"Little Prince?" The two guards waited for a while, and peeked at the little prince who still stopped in place, motionless, as if frozen, and couldn't help but look confused, and whispered a tentative word.

Lin Hu didn't say anything, but his footsteps finally fell, and he closed the door with his backhand.

The two guards glanced at each other, and could only sigh in their hearts, this noble man is really elusive!

......

Lin Hu finally entered the room, glanced at the bed again, and couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat and tremble.

Although the light in the room was dim, I could still clearly see that the bed, which should have been empty, was now sitting silently.

This person, dressed in a gray robe, had a face covered with dense terrifying scars, and a pair of black and white eyes, staring at Lin Hu quietly, without seeing any joy or sorrow.

He sat on the bed, his hands on the hilt of a giant sword, the tip of the sword pointing downward, the blade of the sword casually wrapped around rags from unknown sources, and if he looked closely, he could see a faint blue exposed inside.

Miluo Sword Master, the Chu people succumbed to revenge, just in front of Lin Hu, within three zhang.

has come to this distance, if he really wants to make a move, there is no one in the world who can save himself!

Lin Hu confirmed this, calmed down, and stood in place, his lips moving slightly, without making a sound.

Qu Qiu's face was expressionless, and he slowly stretched out his right hand and waved it out.

Lin Hu nodded, knocked on the door with his backhand, and said loudly, "You two, go down first." In addition, I was instructed to go down, I have something to do, and no one else should disturb me. ”

"Yes!"

The two guards at the door did not doubt him, bowed down to receive the order, and moved away from it, looking at it from a distance, not daring to disturb it in the slightest.

Qu Qiu nodded slightly, stretched out his hand again, beckoned in his direction, and then put it down.

Lin Hu nodded again and took a step forward.

This step is really heavier than a thousand catties.

If it was someone else, Lin Hu could mostly tell whether this person was kind or malicious.

But this Uncle Qu, he couldn't get any information from his eyes.

Uncle Qu's people are like his sword!

Whether it was a violent storm or a gentle drizzle, it seemed to be only in that thought.

This person is a sword to ask the sky, the Miluo Sword Master.

Lin Hu took three steps in a row, came to Qu Qiu, found a chair, and sat down silently.

You look at me, I look at you, and there is a dead silence in the room.

In this way, it is not the way......

Finally, Lin Hu couldn't help but speak: "Uncle Qu, hello! I'm Lin Hu, Shushan Lin Hu." ”

Qu Qiu opened his mouth and made a hoarse and ugly voice like sawing wood: "Shushan Lin Hu, isn't it Lin Hu, the little prince of Great Zhao?"

"That, today can be just Shushan Lin Hu for the time being. Lin Hu laughed dryly.

The Miluo sword is in front of him, within reach, at this time, a little admitted, although he is not a hero, but it doesn't seem to be so embarrassing?