Chapter Twenty-Four: Him and Her and His Story

That year, she was not in her prime, and he was still a prince who practiced hard that year. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

That year, he fell in love with not the most beautiful her in the wasteland, but she was innocent and romantic that year, and she still dreamed of being a childhood plum with a bamboo horse.

That year, he saw her for the first time.

That year, the flowers were blooming and the wind was warm, and she was still a little girl, a naughty and innocent girl.

That year, she was like this year's Xia Xiaolian, with the smell of naughty lilacs.

Then, he met her. Fell in love with her.

is different from the romance of other childhood sweethearts, not to be pitiful, she timidly hid behind the adult, pulled the corner of an elder's clothes, and looked at the boy in front of her who should be her man.

When she saw him, he was riding a white horse, and the leap between his eyebrows was mixed with the heroic spirit that should have appeared in the man, his eyes were bright and his teeth were bright, and his smile was like clean sunshine.

When he saw her, he was learning from the appearance of an adult, and he lightly pointed at the green plum, and the rich and clear fragrance spread.

"Hello. The girl said hello to the obviously noble young man, and the green plum still smelled so good, and the dust stepped under the white horse's hooves, but he no longer smelled the charming fragrance, nor did he see the flying dust crawling up the hem of his clothes.

"You...... Hello. The boy's face turned red like a red apple, and the girl grinned.

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"I'm going to marry you. "He has been made a prince, and he has become the highest place in this city, which can truly be called the first city under heaven, he said to him.

She hid her red lips lightly, and then let out her usual heroic, yet aesthetically pleasing laugh.

Stretched out his hand and gently patted away a bit of dust on the collar of the prince, just like many years ago, he brushed away the dust of the gold penh clothes.

The young prince didn't understand, he was stunned, he opened his mouth to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

"No, you see, you are like this......" she said with a smile, with a light in her eyes, a light that is close but not liked, a light that is cherished but not loved.

"My sister is going to marry the most powerful man in the grassland. She kept calling herself sister in front of him.

He was twenty years old that year, and lived next to a palace in the steppe decorated with the most beautiful patterns.

She was eighteen years old that year, and she was already the most beautiful woman on the grassland.

"I can be a strong man. He promised, and the promises he made to him were fulfilled, so she believed that he could be the most powerful man on the prairie, but he could not be her most powerful man.

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He became a king, a true king, and he raised thousands of bitter plums beside his palace, in the bitter cold land of the north.

took a name with the flavor of Da Yin.

Liangmei Garden.

Bitter cold plum, cool night.

The king likes the cold, but he doesn't like the cold.

It's always better for people to go to tea and cool than to be cold.

No one knows why the king likes to stay alone in the bitter cold cool plum garden, and no one knows that the guards around the king are all dressed in white, so they don't stir up dust, and they are called white horse disciples.

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"Look, my sister has found the most powerful man on the prairie. She smiled and took a bouquet of plum blossoms from the hand of the already king, and she loved plum blossoms.

Wang looked at her slender fingers, it was a man who looked very arrogant, and Wang didn't like it, so he was arrogant. She likes it very much, so that kind of arrogance is domineering and publicity.

The king knew the domineering man, and the man was famous, or his family was famous.

"The people of this tribe are all rebellious. It was the voice of the old man from behind the gorgeous bed.

He remembered, he told her, but she didn't think so.

At that time, she only had the man who captured Fang Xin with domineering in her eyes, and as for the bouquet of bitter plums in her hand, it was really just a hand.

...... "You are the king!" I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, and the arrogant first time he saw the king, he asked.

Even a heroic man like a wilderness would never treat the king he revered like this, let alone play boring games of puns.

Because of boredom, the king was stunned for a long time before he could react, but before he could speak, the loyal attendants beside him angrily reprimanded, "Bold, how can you talk to the king like this!"

The atmosphere in the room was tense all of a sudden, but he was stared at fiercely by the attendants, but he looked curious, as if he didn't understand what was happening. He did not bow his head when he met the king's gaze.

Even the momentum has not weakened by half a point.

The attendant was about to attack again, and the king waved his hand, and the attendant retreated behind the king.

The king smiled, not paying attention to the disrespect in his tone, nor the mocking hint in his tone.

It was the first time he had seen that domineering or arrogant man, but it was not the last.

...... Under the dim lights, the shadows are sufficient, and the outside is brightly lit and lively.

It's just that in this dimly lit place, the silence is a little depressing.

The king looked at the man in front of him who had made great contributions, and the man smiled, smiling arrogantly.

The man is very strong, at least on the surface, not only because of his strong cultivation that is enough to terrify the cowardly Great Yin soldiers, but also because of his convincing combat ability, which makes people smack their tongues and at the same time makes the desolate man who advocates force recognize the descendants of this rebel from the bottom of his heart.

It's just that the king still doesn't like it, he doesn't like his wild military exploits, he doesn't like him to get such a fame by being a sinner, he doesn't like that he is obviously a Central Plains man who rebelled from Great Yin but is more like a desert man than a desert man, and he doesn't like that he has really become the strongest person in the Great Wilderness......

But after all, I just don't like it.

Most of the emperor's younger brothers know the so-called imperial mind. No matter how displeased the king was, he could not ignore his merits.

Wang lowered his head, pondered, and looked at the book in his hand, just like the most ordinary Confucian student in the officialdom of Dayin, with an indescribable righteousness.

And standing there, looking at the king dressed as a Confucian with a smiling expression, his hair was messy and his shawl was very bohemian, but the traces of Da Yin's deep imprint on his face could never be removed, which also became an important reason why he has been suppressed in the officialdom of the Great Wilderness.

The king of the great wilderness dressed as Confucianism, and the rebel general of the great Yin who looks like a desolate man.

Opposite, standing and sitting, dead and silent, as if no one was there, but after all, there were still two people.

"What do you want?" asked the king. Breaking the dead silence.

"......" he still watched, with a smiling expression, and said nothing.

The king raised his head and looked at the man who had never been afraid of him, and there was something more in his pupils.

After a long time, a little green smoke finally drifted out from the lit oil lamp, and the atmosphere of fireworks outside the canopy became a little stronger.

Standing up, he finally spoke.

She was mentioned......

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