Chang Yuchun is also drunk.

Zhu Yuanzhang, Chang Yuchun, and I were all drunk on the table.

Yes, not only Zhu Yuanzhang, but also this Chang Yuchun is also hateful. Both hateful men are now drunk, drunk like dead pigs. Han Lin'er saw that these two hateful people were becoming more and more like dead pigs. The lucky Han Lin'er finally showed a happy smile.

The luck of Chang Yuchun is also good, otherwise there will be no future celebrities Chang Yuchun

Two lucky people are intertwined on the line between life and death. Two lucky people must die one today!

Han Lin'er knows very well that if he can't kill Zhu Yuanzhang with one knife, he will wake up Chang Yuchun, Chang Yuchun is already higher than Han Lin'er's kung fu, a person who can tie with him and a master team up to beat him, he has no bottom in his heart. Therefore, he had to think about which of the two pigs should be killed first.

The lucky Han Lin'er decisively chose to kill Chang Yuchun first!

Han Lin'er took out the dagger without hesitation and stabbed at Chang Yuchun!

Chang Yuchun's luck has always been good, and this time is no exception.

In my dreams, I dreamed of thousands of troops—I waved my feather fan, pointing to thousands of troops.

Outside the dream, I threw out the wine glass in my hand, and the wine glass hit the blade of the dagger, and fell to Chang Yuchun's head after a ding.

Chang Yuchun walked the rivers and lakes for a long time, and when the jingle sounded, he had already rolled to the side.

The glass fell to the ground with a cracking sound.

Lucky Han Lin'er's heart made a shattering sound.

Zhu Yuanzhang also woke up, and when he woke up, he just saw Han Lin'er's dagger pierced on the wine table.

I also woke up, and I just saw that the sweat on Han Lin'er's head was changing from less to more.

Can Han Lin'er continue to be lucky this time?

The answer is, of course, no.

If someone scolds you, you will definitely fight back, someone beats you, you will definitely fight back, not to mention, someone wants your life.

Han Lin'er can be so lucky because he is not stupid, and people who are not stupid can only do smart things.

Of course, the smart Han Lin'er would not do stupid things, so he reached into his arms and grabbed a thunderbolt - since the day he participated in the uprising, he knew that in this Vanity Fair, his life would be in danger at any time, so he went through all the sects that made secret weapons, and finally bought a thunderbolt from the Tang Sect that satisfied him.

Since it is a hidden weapon, it means that Han Lin'er will never let anyone other than him know that he still has this kind of weapon.

When the smoke exploded, Han Lin'er had already jumped out of the window.

But he didn't run away right away.

It's not that he doesn't want to run, it's that someone doesn't let him run.

In front of the window, under the moon.

There was a young man in white standing in the fragrance of flowers, the young man had his back to him, the shadow of the young man was dragged by the moonlight for a long time, and the shadow happened to be printed on Han Lin'er.

The young man's hand was behind his back, so Han Lin'er could see the fan made of Xiangfei bamboo in the young man's hand.

There is nothing terrible about this fan, what is terrifying is the white-clothed boy who uses this fan.

The young man in white didn't look back and said, "Why did King Xiao Ming kill the king?"

Why did King Xiao Ming kill the king?

King, for, what, kill you?!

Han Lin'er smiled, and her smile was a little bitter: "I am the king, Zhu Yuanzhang is a minister, and only the following crimes in the world are called killing the king."

The young man seemed to be deaf, still asking, "Why did King Xiao Ming kill the king?"

Zhu Yuanzhang and I chased out of the window and stood behind Han Lin'er.

Chang Yuchun asked the young man in white: "Wenzheng, what should be the crime of killing the king?"

The young man in white turned around and smiled: "The crime of killing the monarch should be punished by the Nine Clans." ”

Chang Yuchun sighed and said, "King Xiao Ming, why do you want to kill the king? How can King Xiao Ming kill the king?"

Han Lin'er raised his head to look at the moon.

He smiled bitterly, and the more he laughed, the more bitter he became.

If that day, he did not meet the disciples of the beggar gang, and the disciples of the beggar gang did not take Zhu Yuanzhang, if Zhu Yuanzhang did not meet the leader of the beggar gang, if Wang Baobao did not massacre Nan Shaolin, if Nan Shaolin did not practice martial arts and only recited Buddha, Wang Baobao would not have targeted Nan Shaolin, in that case, Zhu Yuanzhang may still be a monk who eats and recites Buddha in the temple.

Is it creation that makes people?

Or is it that even if there is no Zhu Yuanzhang, there will be a monkey Yuanzhang to end Han Lin'er's life?

In other words, I should blame myself for not participating in this game of competing in the Central Plains in the first place.

A capable person dies on ability, licks blood from the knife to beg for life, and will eventually die under the knife.

Who can say for sure?

No one can say exactly how something happens.

Therefore, everyone believes in fate.

Perhaps, this is fate.

Han Lin'er's life.

A second before Han Lin'er's life was taken away by the young man in white, Han Lin'er greedily took a puff of the fragrance of flowers that filled the moonlight.

"When I arrived at the river, it was late. ”

The young man in white said sadly to the helmsman of the Ming Sect who came to Haozhou to mourn Han Lin'er.

Chang Yuchun got up from the spiritual seat, patted off the invisible dust on his clothes, and said to the young man in white: "Zhu Wenzheng, have you ever rescued the driver, do you feel guilty?"

Zhu Wenzheng said in fear: "Don't forget guilt, I want to apologize with death." ”

Chang Yuchun sighed: "If you are really dead, the sect leader will feel guilty if he knows it." ”

Zhu Yuanzhang was very quiet.

Mingjiao was very quiet from top to bottom.

The mourning hall was silent.

The ashes of the burned paper floated out of the mourning hall.

Outside the mourning hall, the sun was just right, and there was a light breeze.

Chen Youliang, who was clean and clean, was followed by five or six beggars with oily hair, broken grass, broken vegetable leaves, and rags from outside the mourning hall and entered the door of the mourning hall.

Each beggar is armed with a long stick with a bell on it.

The sound of the bell is pleasant.

Chen Youliang also spoke pleasantly: "The new beggar gang leader Chen Youliang has seen the new Ming Sect leader Brother Zhu. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang raised his eyes, he didn't seem to feel pleasant, but a little harsh: "I'm not the new Ming Sect leader, don't talk nonsense." ”

Chen Youliang's calm eyes overflowed with laughter: "Brother Zhu's prestige is recognized by the rivers and lakes, and by the rebel armies from all walks of life, if a person like you is not the leader of the Ming Sect, is it possible to let your nephew Zhu Wenzheng be the son?"

I read about Zhu Wenzheng in the history books, Zhu Wenzheng is a famous playboy who likes to drink flower wine, and he also likes girls, and his favorite thing is to drink flower wine with girls.

The girls also like to drink flower wine with Zhu Wenzheng.

Zhu Wenzheng is too generous.

He was willing to spend money not only on drinking, but also on girls.

So the girls in Qinglou like Zhu Wenzheng.

Zhu Wenzheng also knew that the girls in the Qinglou liked him, and he also knew that the girls in the Qinglou liked his money more.

He's not bad-looking, he's good-looking, and he's a famous beautiful man at the end of the Yuan Dynasty.

It's just that the girls in Qinglou are more interested in money.

Zhu Wenzheng's playboy style is very chic in the rebel army. And because he is a leader in the rebel army, he is also famous in the rivers and lakes.

Zhu Wenzheng stroked the handle of Xiangfei's bamboo fan.

Zhu Wenzheng gently blew the handle of the Xiangfei bamboo fan.

Zhu Wenzheng gently took the bamboo fan of Xiangfei and gently knocked on his palm and said softly: "The Ming Sect has just suffered the misfortune of the death of the sect leader, and it is a sad mood from top to bottom, and there is no time to discuss the matter of the new sect leader. ”

Zhu Yuanzhang's pupils were as deep as the night: "Gang Master Chen has a lot of internal affairs, so there is no need to bother to help the internal affairs of the Ming Sect." ”

Chen Youliang smiled, didn't say a word, only walked slowly to the spiritual seat and made a memorial ceremony. After the ceremony, the disciples of the Ming Sect led Chen Youliang and the beggars to help the people to the guest seats.