Xiao Dongxi saw that Mo Guhong, a little thief, had been tricked and was working hard to show herself in front of his little girl, the head of the regiment, so she smiled and didn't care about him anymore.

She didn't pay attention to the group of white-robed people in the Crescent Moon Building who had been tossed and escaped from death, and let them rejoice and celebrate around their pearl Bai Cailian......

She turned her head to Yang Congjia, the young master of the empire who seemed to be unfinished after watching the big play, with awe-inspiring murderous intent, and said: "Two choices - surrender, or die." ”

Yang Congjia's pupils were open, and he had already thought deeply about how to go next when he watched the play, and he already had a spectrum in his heart; But he still underestimated the real protagonist of this big drama - Xiao Dongxi.

Yang Congjia gently tapped his head with a golden paper folding fan, thought for a moment, and then, with a smile, also transmitted: "Can the fairy accept it...... I bet on my wealth - neither surrender nor die. ”

Xiao Dongxi's eyes lit up, and he couldn't help but look a little higher at this young master of Nan Sui, who was even more handsome than himself: "Then it depends on ...... Can you impress me. ”

"I read the history of barnyard officials, and I once heard that when the fairy met the lord of Yan State, he used the thirteen Taibao to join his military to help, called 'investment'." Yang Congjia looked directly at Xiao Dongxi.

"Yes." Xiao Dongxi did not deny it, "At that time, he was the envoy of the Tang Dynasty, and the imperial iron and Goguryeo coalition forces in the north were in the north. ”

"The fairy invests in him, is it for private or public?" Yang Congjia was very serious word by word.

"What do you think?" Xiao Dongxi didn't answer, and asked rhetorically.

Yang Congjia smiled, he hugged the fan and arched his hand: "I am willing to follow the example of the fairy - investment!" ”

"If the fairy is in the rivers and lakes, I will quit the temple, make an example, and act in a good story with life and death."

"If the fairy wants to compete for the world, I will inherit the temple, form an alliance with the fairy, and sing the peace of eternity."

Xiao Dongxi was shocked.

The lyrics and songs in front of her are amazing, the posture is beautiful, and Yang Congjia, who looks like the deceased poet in the history of Kyushu, actually refreshed her cognition of those "second generation" lords with his detachment.

"Waste people also vote?" Xiao Dongxi collected his killing intent.

"Vote" Yang Congjia without thinking.

"What if I die?" Xiao Dongxi "brushed" the folding fan and shook it gently.

"Help that girl, or inherit the will of the fairy." Yang Congjia also "brushed" the folding fan and shook it gently.

"Good!" Xiao Dongxi stroked his fan and laughed, "I want your investment." ”

Yang Congjia hugged the fan as a courtesy, only smiled, and no longer transmitted the sound.

Xiao Dongxi glanced at the little girl not far away, and saw that she was still training Mo Guhong, so he couldn't help but smile, and deliberately approached Yang Congjia, and said: "I haven't made up my mind yet, how do you see that I have the intention of helping that girl?" ”

"Lord Yan." Yang Congjia first looked at the little girl and Mo Guhong, and then glanced at Li Congyuan meaningfully, and said, "Thirteen Taibao." ”

Xiao Dongxi's eyes lit up and brightened, and then he sighed: "The young master of the Southern Sui Dynasty is also a god, and it is a pity to be born a few years later." ”

Yang Congjia hurriedly waved his hand: "It's a pity...... It's a pity! Even if I was born a few decades earlier, I would never be the person treated by the fairy. ”

Xiao Dongxi put away his smile: "Tell a story - once upon a time, there was a lord of the country, he was the best in literature and martial arts, and his lyrics and songs were all masterpieces. ”

Yang Congjia's eyes lit up: "Can the fairy give a song?" ”

Xiao Dongxi had already prepared, she got up and danced the folding fan, and now sang a song.

sang "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon" written by the master of the Blue Star Dead Country, which moved Kyushu.

Yang Congjia was fascinated when he heard it, and before half of the song was played, he had already struck the knot with the golden paper folding fan in his hand, and relied on the song to harmonize it.

When Xiao Dongxi sang "Just like a river flowing eastward", Yang Congjia was already "breaking the golden paper folding fan", which can be regarded as an answer to "ask how sad you can be".

Yang Congjia gave up the gold paper folding fan, he stood up and slammed it to the ground: "Xie Fairy gave me the song." ”

Xiao Dongxi stretched out his hand to help Yang Congjia: "It's easy to say-follow me, good words and good songs are enough." ”

"But don't you ask—what happened to the lord of the country?"

Yang Congjia stood still, and his beautiful posture hung with sadness: "Those who have lost their country have to sigh like this." ”

"The one who writes the lyrics will be like me—Fang Cai, the fairy is pointing at me."

Xiao Dongxi nodded: "When it comes to choices, the world always likes to emphasize that 'everyone has their own ambitions' - just ask, how many people can face it calmly and choose the results." ”

"Just call me the village chief in the future."

"The head of the village wants to protect the common people, but his ability is limited, and he feels difficult to protect a village."

"The young master of the Southern Sui Dynasty cares about the people, and he likes the spring flowers and autumn moon, which is all excellent - if one day because of his own mistakes, 'the carved fence and jade masonry should still be there, but Zhu Yan has changed' - you may face today's choice calmly?"

Yang Congjia groaned slightly: "What will happen in the future, Congjia doesn't dare to assert it." ”

"From Jiazhineng, I know it in my heart - the pastoral side is tired, and I can't think of it to benefit Kyushu."

"I still say the same sentence - if the village chief wants to compete for the world, he will inherit the temple from Jiabi and raise the state."

"During the war, he rushed side by side with the village chief and lay drunk on the battlefield; The world has been decided, so he retreated to compose lyrics and songs, and sang songs for eternity. ”

Xiao Dongxi listened, and smiled at the original: "If I compete for the world, it will be difficult for my Taibao to do - why don't you go to Ziyan Country Lord?" ”

Yang Congjia also smiled: "Congjia came to Yanguo this time, and I was fortunate to meet the village chief and watched a big drama - I already have the answer." ”

"The lord of Yan may be the founding father, and he should not rule the world."

Xiao Dongxi was silent and waited for Yang Congjia to follow.

"Breaking Nanyan and seeking iron is a major matter of the country." Yang Congjia said, "He wants to use state affairs to erase the traces of the village chief in this world." ”

"This is tantamount to saying that the people of Yan Kingdom can have today thanks to the work of the village chief and the Taibao."

"He is greedy for the work of heaven and forges his own demons - this is not advisable."

"Whether it's Yueyuan or Xinyuelou, it's originally the Yan Kingdom Alliance, and its ambition is also."

"Calculating alliances and purging the gods is the work of the king of the dead country."

"Yan Guo Fangli, he is not stupid, the reason why this is because there are ghosts in his heart, and he regards people as ghosts - this is not advisable."

After speaking, Yang Congjia looked directly at Xiao Dongxi.

He never mentioned these words to his father (the lord of the Southern Sui Kingdom).

He was afraid that if these words were heard by his father, who was like him and was addicted to poetry and songs, he would force him to inherit the temple as soon as possible and compete with Yan Guo for dominance.

Now, he's made his choice, and it's excellent.

"Actually, you can be a good lord." Xiao Dongxi sighed.

"Congjia has self-knowledge." Yang Congjia smiled calmly.

"The lord of the country in the story later descended." Xiao Dongxi thought of the one in Lanxing Kyushu, and couldn't help but say a few more words, "The world is unified, and the medicine is on the road - the world is desperate." ”

"So I'm a fairy, not the lord of Yan." Yang Congjia has already launched the ending of the story from that song.

is still the same sentence, he Yang Congjia has no problem with the herding side, but if he wants to dominate the world and fight against foreign invaders, he doesn't have that ability.

He has a beautiful appearance, a love of poetry, but his body is iron-clad - the village chief killed the invaders and sprinkled blood in the Tang Palace in order to save the common people.

Women do it, he can't do it?

Lack of capacity?

After watching today's big drama, what else is there to say - follow the village chief, and it's over.