Yin Kingdom, inside the palace.

Considering the tiring journey, the monarch of the state of Xun instructed the temple people to convey that the envoys of the Qu country could rest today without an audience, and that the officials and temple people who had taken care of the matter had prepared an itinerary, so there was no need to worry too much.

In the wing room where the mission was temporarily staying, Lord Shen, the main envoy of Qu State, was still reminiscing about what he had seen on the chariot today, and did not hear the complaint of the deputy envoy Fang.

"Lord Shen, Lord Shen?" Realizing that he had said so much, Lord Shen had not reacted, and Lord Fang raised his hand and shook it in front of Lord Shen, trying to draw his attention to himself.

Lord Shen came back to his senses, smiled a little embarrassedly, stroked his beard, thought for a moment, and said slowly: "I don't know if I can visit the people in the next trip." ”

"Come all the way and go back and forth, don't do more to match the peace and affinity matters between the two countries, what do you do when you go to the people?" Master Fang asked puzzled.

Lord Shen looked at the direction of the door faintly, and said in a low voice: "This invitation, it is nothing more than to probe the tone of the lord of the country for Your Majesty, and distinguish the truth of friends and enemies. ”

"So what does this have to do with going around the people?" Lord Fang didn't know what Lord Shen had seen today.

Lord Shen frowned slightly, he didn't want to tell his colleagues about seeing the fairy in the painting, after all, it was better to do it himself to offer a beauty to his own king, and he was also a beauty from a neighboring country.

"When we come to visit the country, we naturally need to understand the people's conditions, otherwise what we see is just what the country wants us to see." Lord Shen said earnestly.

Lord Fang nodded clearly, feeling that Lord Shen was reasonable, and then he didn't talk too much, but simply freshened up and went to rest.

And Lord Shen, after Lord Fang rested, carefully opened the painting again and fell into deep thought.

Following.

Passing through the deep doorway, Lord Shen and Lord Fang, who were the envoys of the Qu Kingdom, followed the people of the temple in the palace of the state of Yin, taking close small steps, bypassing the halls one by one, and passing through the long corridor, shuttling through the palace.

I don't know how long I walked to see the main hall, just up the steps, I saw an old temple people, half-squinted at them, when standing on the same step, the temple people who led the way to the old temple people after making a gesture, as if to complete the task to retreat to the side, the old temple people reported loudly: "Qu country envoy arrived!" ”

Immediately, the old temple man made a "please" gesture to them, and walked ahead to lead them into the temple.

After entering the palace, it is where the ministers of the state of Yingguo are located, and directly above the front, there is a handsome but majestic young man sitting on the golden dragon chair, looking at them with a smile.

The envoy walked to the distance of the dragon chair two to three feet, knelt down to the neighboring king with the courtier's courtesy, and shouted long live, long live, long live.

Yan Mo bowed his jaw slightly: "Flat." ”

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" When Lord Shen and Lord Fang heard this, they stood up together and bowed their heads slightly to show respect.

An official in the court was particularly eye-catching, although he was wearing a court robe and half of his face, he was noble and had a strong sense of oppression, which caused Lord Shen and Lord Fang to can't help but glance at it a few more times.

Subsequently, Lord Shen handed over the famous painting presented by Qu Guo to the temple people, and the temple people handed it to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo took the scroll with an indifferent face, glanced at Shen Zhou intentionally or unintentionally, and began to open the painting little by little.

Lord Shen immediately said respectfully: "Your Majesty, this painting is one of the fairy pictures that have been handed down to the present day thousands of years ago, and it is also a treasure of our country. ”

Just when Lord Shen was polite, Yan Mo looked at the person in the painting, his expression gradually stiffened, and he glanced at Shen Zhou again with a hesitant expression, Shen Zhou didn't know what he saw and would react like this.

"This painting has won my heart, and I also ask the mission to replace Gu, thank you King Qu." Yan Mo pulled out an overly natural smile and said softly, he seemed to be thinking about something in his heart, and his expression changed from the original stiffness to ease.

"The foreign minister will definitely convey it, thank you Your Majesty in advance!" Lord Shen bowed his head.

After a few polite chats with the envoys, Yan Mo probably knew what the two in front of him were, but from beginning to end, Shen Zhou didn't say a word on the side.

Although he knew that he had always been like this, Yan Mo suddenly felt a sense of alienation and inexplicable fear.

I don't know how long I chatted, he smiled a little tiredly: "The day after tomorrow, it is the Hundred Flowers Festival, there are big banquets inside and outside the palace, and I hope the two adults have a good time." ”

In the last sentence, with the meaning that the topic was about to be sent off, Lord Shen and Lord Fang looked at each other, and said clearly: "Thank you, Your Majesty!" ”

Then he hastily retreated, and followed the temple people, in the palace, and visited everywhere.

Yan Mo turned around and sat down, and after a long time, he handed the painting in his hand to Shen Zhou: "The best painting, the master will also come to appreciate it!" ”

Shen Zhou bowed slightly, took the scroll, opened it gently, and the eight or nine points similar to the beautiful face was in his eyes, he didn't seem to be shocked, just a faint glance, and said: "Beauty is beautiful, but it lacks some aura, and it is really empty." ”

In his words, there is not only a criticism of the artificiality of the paintings, but also an expression of his disdain for things that are not on the surface.

Yan Mo listened to his evaluation, was slightly stunned, and then smiled: "Such a beauty is not in the eyes of the Taishi, I am really curious, what kind of beauty does the Taishi like?" ”

"Back to Your Majesty, the ministers are really busy with official business, and they have no intention of falling in love with their children." Shen Zhou could vaguely feel that Yan Mo was deliberately testing something.

"Although marrying a wife and taking a concubine is a private matter, if the Taishi becomes a lonely person because of his busy official duties, the lonely general will feel very guilty."

Yan Mo, who said this, did not have any guilt in his eyes, "The strong should cherish each other, and the wind and snow are just dewy marriages" is what he wants to express.

"Let Your Majesty bother." Shen Zhou didn't want to talk about it.

Every time he faced this, Shen Zhou's attitude was extremely cold, which made Yan Mo extremely satisfied.

"Taishi, there is really no one you like? There are only you and me here, but it doesn't hurt to say that you can marry alone. Yan Mo seemed to be caring, but in fact he was trying to spy on something.

Shen Zhou rolled up the painting, put it back in front of the desk, and said respectfully: "Thank Your Majesty for your kindness first, if the minister really has a favorite person, he will definitely inform you." ”

Yan Mo suddenly remembered that there was a secret agent who came to report recently, King Qu suddenly fell ill, and they all went to the court through the curtain, suspecting that King Qu had privately entered the territory of the country with the mission, although he didn't know what he wanted, he could also see that King Qu was drunk, and he was not drinking.

"Your Majesty, if this is the case, then King Qu must be fully prepared to deal with the problems that will go wrong when the mission visits." Shen Zhou said thoughtfully.

"What does the Master think?" Yan Mo couldn't do without Shen Zhou as soon as he encountered something, and all the piles depended on him.

Yan Mo seems to be a child who doesn't grow up, he is so spoiled that he wants to be accommodated in everything, and he needs Shen Zhou to help him deal with the aftermath in case of trouble.

"It is the safest to respond to all changes with the same." Shen Zhou said lightly, in his opinion, there is no change, after all, taking down the Qu country is what Yan Mo wants to accomplish, and what he wants to win is half of the world, and he will not stick to one Qu country.

Although the chances of winning the war are not small, if the Qu State had been prepared, it would be a different matter, and perhaps the previous proposal of peace could be adopted to delay the war.

Yan Mo sighed faintly: "They eat and drink for nothing in our country with a painting, think about it, Gu really lifts a stone and shoots himself in the foot." ”

"It's okay, it's not bad to form an alliance with the Qu country." Qu country to establish a country by force, pay attention to benevolence and righteousness, if you form an alliance with it, you will not fight alone in the future.

Yan Mo was worried that he had made a rare decision, and originally wanted to let the Taishi see the skills he had learned in recent years, but he never thought that he would encounter such a thing, and he was slightly depressed.

Taishifu.

After Xi Ci neatly put the materials for casting weapons, he went to the study and drew a sample of the weapons with great interest.

Without her mana, she can't summon her weapons as usual, and she has to learn to carry them with the Terrans, otherwise she will need to use them for time.

She rubbed her hands hard, the more she painted, the more energetic she painted, and painted many pictures in a row, but she scratched her head in some distress, propped her elbows on the table, held her face with both hands, and was thinking about something.

Shen Zhou came back from the palace, passed by the study, and saw Xi Ci frowning slightly and deep in thought.

The breeze outside the window raised her fine hair, the evening sunset stained her cheeks red, and she reflected in the sunken boat's pupils seemed to be the only peerless painting in the sky and on the earth.

The silhouette is becoming more and more similar, a strong sense of familiarity creeps into his heart, and the charm and heroism between his eyebrows make him inexplicably pounding, as familiar as the first time he saw Qingge in 50,000 years.

Shen Zhou looked at her stupidly like this, until Xi Ci noticed that he was back and looked at him silently at the door.

When Xi Ci waved at him happily, he came back to his senses, hesitated for a moment, didn't say anything, and went back to his room silently.

Xi Ci, who was accustomed to his indifferent behavior, quickly turned his attention back to the case.

After a while, Shen Zhou returned to the study, walked to her desk, looked down at the casting drawings she had drawn, looked at Xi's flawless face with a little surprise, and said softly: "You want to cast weapons?" ”

Xi Ci nodded a little sadly: "Well, after all, you still have to have a handy weapon to practice martial arts, but...... I always feel that something is wrong. ”

Shen Zhou picked up the casting drawing she drew and looked at it carefully, thinking that she always wanted to eat, drink and have fun, but she didn't expect her to have such thoughts, and she was very pleased.

The sky has gradually changed from purple red to dark blue, and the lonely bright moon is in the sky, and the stars have appeared one after another.

Xi Ci lit the candle and put the lampshade on, and the whole study was filled with warm light.

Shen Zhou sat across from her and helped her look at all the casting drawings carefully, and Xi Ci looked at it with a blank eye, and the ink on the tip of the pen was dry.

"Flashy, deadly." After Shen Zhou put down the last casting drawing, he clasped his hands to his chest and said softly.

Xi Ci learned from him with his hands on his chest, and asked weakly, "I don't know what the Taishi has to say?" ”

Shen Zhou stared at her, was silent for a moment, and said, "Give me your hand." ”

Hearing this, Xi Ci timidly stretched out his hand, Shen Zhou shook her hand, and pinched her palm, and said thoughtfully: "Although your fingers are slender, the grip is insufficient, and the palm is thin and slightly weak, so it is not suitable for using a short-handled sword; You are not calm enough to use a crossbow; The body is a little petite, and it is not suitable for using halberds......"

was ruled out by him, and Xi Ci suddenly felt that he was not even as good as a vase, and buried it directly in the ground to make fertilizer, I am afraid that he would be afraid that he was not rich in nutrients.

Shen Zhou held her hand, which gave Xi Ci the illusion that the doctor was giving her a pulse, but when she thought about it, there was no difference, and she couldn't help asking: "Taishi, can I still be saved?" ”

He withdrew his hand, touched his chin, lost in thought, and then raised his eyes to look at her again.

It doesn't have to be too long, it doesn't have to be too light, the lethality is big enough, and there are really not many weapons that she can hold steadily.

At this time, there was a sound of horses' hooves pacing outside, which should be the return of the domestic servant, which suddenly reminded him of an artifact.

Shen Zhou looked at one of the many casting drawings on the case, and resketched a basic prototype in his mind.

Xi Ci sensed something in his eyes, carefully stuffed the pen in her hand into his fingers, and the moment he raised his eyes to look at Xi Ci, she had already begun to study the ink, preparing for him to write.

"Taishi, when you are inspired, you must write quickly, otherwise it will change its taste." Seeing that he hadn't put down his pen for a long time, Xi Ci couldn't help but urge.

"Are you afraid of death?" Shen Zhou didn't know why he asked this sentence, maybe he was too curious about her.

"Why does the master ask that?" Xi Ci was confused by his brainless question.

Shen Zhou tilted his head and looked at her again: "All the things you have happened to now are due to the magic mirror of time, right?" ”

Xi Ci was stunned, lowered his head slightly, and said, "Yes, but I won't give it to you either." ”

"That's right, you must not give it to me." Shen Zhou applauded her answer.

Xi Ci found that he really had nothing to do with him, and couldn't help but ask, "Doesn't Taishi regret it and want to change something?" ”

"Yes." He replied categorically.

Once in the heavenly realm, he had a beloved father and a loving mother, led troops and horses above the nine heavens, was admired by all gods, and was feared by the demons.

Even if he loses his loved ones in the Heavenly Realm, he also has people in the Demon Realm who want to stay with him for a long time, and even if he regrets his original choice now, he doesn't want to go back and start over, because he is afraid of the variables in it, causing him to face the pain of losing his loved one again.

Seeing that Shen Zhou suddenly fell into deep thought, Xi Ci tilted his head and looked at him who was a little lost, which pot was not opened and which pot was mentioned: "Taishi?" Do you miss your loved ones? ”

The creek is so beautiful against the warm light that it seems to be an old friend, like a petal of a flower fluttering down, sinking into the center of the lake through the calm water.

Shen Zhou's calm heart rippled slightly, and his eyelashes trembled imperceptibly: "It's messy." ”

What followed was a scorching heat all over his body, and the curse was set forth again, and he secretly squeezed his fist with forbearance, not moving.

"What's the mess? What's the mess? Xi Ci thought that the casting drawings on the case were messed up, and frowned slightly to check the few pictures placed in front of him.

Shen Zhou lowered his eyes slightly, put down the pen, and slowly got up and walked out the door.

"Taishi?" Xi Ci was at a loss for what to do, didn't he say something wrong?

"I'm tired, so be it." With that, he walked out without looking back.

Once the curse strikes, all he can do is flee, go to a no-man's land, and silently endure the consequences of his decision.

Xi scratched his head in confusion, Fang was fine, why was he suddenly tired? Is it because the drawings you drew are so bad that you are tired of looking at them?

She pouted and looked at the picture she had drawn again, and it didn't look so bad?!