Chapter 121: Memories of Evil

Yu Ge believes that at this time, the matter of going to the Wuqiang country to arrest the two people with great fanfare still needs to be weighed.

Previously, the so-called Lingling Army under the account of the Qiyun clan had a foolish and loyal heart, and the whole army was almost judged to change.

Although the Qiyun clan has now been renamed the Lierong clan, the self-styled Lingjun of Qiyun Heng has also been renamed the Lierong army.

If you lead troops to the Wuqiang country to capture the two of them at this time, you will see the head of the long-separated clan, Qi Yunheng.

I am afraid that Yunheng will instigate the soldiers, and it is difficult to guarantee that the soldiers will not be foolish and loyal, and join forces with the Wuqiang State to counterattack.

Now that it has been learned that Qi Yunheng and others have taken refuge in the Wuqiang country, with the nature of Qi Yunheng, after he lost his power and prestige, he fled to the Wuqiang country like a lost dog.

He must not be able to endure this tone for long, and when the time is ripe, he will definitely conspire with the Wuqiang State, abandon the treaty, and take the lead in attacking our Hunting Sang Kingdom.

"Don't be hasty in this matter, you continue to inquire about their movements in the Wuqiang Kingdom. Xue Ge said.

"What does the king mean... We can only wait for the Wuqiang State to take the initiative to attack our Hunting Sang Country before we can capture Qi Yunheng and the land is not allowed?"

"Benjun has his own plans. ”

"Yes. ”

It would be best if he could arrest and return to China before the war began, and accept the punishment.

But it is obviously impossible for the treacherous Qi Yunheng to wait and obediently return to the Hunting Sang Kingdom to be punished.

The most tricky thing is that Qi Yunheng and the land are not allowed to hold official positions in the Wuqiang State, and rashly ordering troops to arrest the ministers of the Wuqiang State will definitely attract the criticism of the countries that we are losing the grace of the Sang Hunting State.

"Your Majesty, if there is nothing else, the minister will retire first and return to the Hunter Rong clan to supervise the training of soldiers. ”

"Well, you did a good job of Qi Yunheng. ”

"Xie Junshang, this is the duty of a minister. Receiving the praise of the king, Adun felt that the responsibility on his shoulders was heavier.

"Have you ever visited Yan Li in Binghuobiao?"

Xi Ge asked this sentence coldly, Ah Di was a little unexpected, and said: "Minister... If the minister is free, he will go to visit the Wuyan patriarch. ”

"Benjun is busy with state affairs, and he doesn't know when Yan Li will finish his sentence. ”

"Back to the king, there are still a full thousand and sixteen years. ”

remembers it so clearly, if it is said that Ah Di has no feelings for Yan Li, no one will believe it.

After a little try, he could see Ah Di's thoughts about Wu Yanli.

looked at Ah Di's shy appearance when he talked about Yan Li, and remembered that he was so young and shy in front of Southern Xinjiang.

Time flies, and unconsciously, another 984 years have passed with southern Xinjiang.

It's just that today, 984 years later, southern Xinjiang has left him.

After the sad Song ordered Ah Di to retreat, he turned around and went to the desk at the end of the dormitory, and sat down with his sleeves brushed.

On the desk were neatly arranged various classics, and two volumes of classics were taken from one of the columns.

A piece of gilt plain paper folded in half is pressed underneath, and the gilt plain paper is picked up and gently opened.

Looking at the two lines of words on the plain paper, "an inch of lovesickness, I wish to marry you." ’

In the blank space next to the song, there is also a scribble that twists and turns like a Manshu Sahua.

Yes, this is exactly when Nanjiang became stupid because he was framed by Wu Yanli and took the mourning spirits, he ran to the Xige dormitory and picked up this piece of gilt plain paper and wanted to eat it, but was finally scared by Xige and didn't dare to eat it, and made graffiti on it.

A heartbroken song stared at the graffiti that resembled Manjushua, as if this scene had happened yesterday.

"At the beginning, you paid for this full of affection, and now, you say you will leave, and if you don't admit it, you won't admit it. Tears rolled in his eyes, and his heart was being disintegrated by the memories little by little.

The memories in my mind are like monsters doing evil.

I can always easily reach a painful agreement with my heart without any warning.

But there's no way to stop this damn heartache.

Once the memory of this demon initiates compassion, it can make Xuan Ge suffer without any complaints, no regrets.

Even, he did not hesitate to use his hot tears to polish his memories and bless them.

Perhaps, this is what memories are!

Xi Ge picked up the gilt plain paper and walked to the bed, put the plain paper on his chest, and lay down with his clothes.

This plain paper is his love and his life.

If Nanjiang learned at this time, her misunderstanding, her self-proclaimed life of being a widow, made Xi Ge heartbroken.

I don't know if I still have the heart to drink stuffy wine with Min Xuan in the back garden of Xuanchen Palace, telling her bitterness of being abandoned?

"Nan'er, I know you're in a bad mood, but you eat and drink like this, and you're easy to get drunk, don't drink it. Seeing Nanjiang eating wine cup after cup, Min Xuan took the jade pot and said worriedly.

Nanjiang, whose little face was crimson, did not take Min Xuan's words of concern to heart, snatched the jade pot in Min Xuan's hand and filled himself with a cup.

Fanxing took a small red fruit and handed it to Nanjiang: "Nanjiang, eat some fruit!"

The drunken Nanjiang glanced at the fruit handed by the stars, and waved his hand lightly: "How can the fruit be as good as wine? Wine can forget all the unhappiness, but the fruit cannot." ”

"Did you forget now?" Min Hyun asked.

"Naturally, no, because I'm not drunk yet. After that, Nanjiang raised his head and drank it again.

"Nan'er, I know that you are not feeling good in your heart, but you can use wine to dispel your sorrows, but you just forget the sadness and pain in your heart for a while, and after you wake up, everything will be as usual. ”

"Min Xuan, I understand the truth, but when I meet myself, I can't understand it, I am not qualified to be sad and bitter, I am to blame. ”

"If you are not aggrieved and sad, why do you want to torture yourself with wine?"

"I just hated myself, hated that I was blind, hated me for being so stupid to believe his every word. With that, he had another drink.

Nanjiang was looking for drunkenness this time, Min Xuan felt very uncomfortable: "In your eyes, in your heart, there is only him, but in his eyes, there is more than you?"

Nanjiang glanced at Min Xuan slantedly, and his clear eyes were a little hollow.

To this day, I still want to say something to defend the orchid.

But what I saw was indeed the affectionate kiss between Orchid and Bai Man.

How can I defend you, how can I pretend to be blind, how can I pretend to be blind?

Suddenly felt a sour nose, put down the wine glass, and staggered to the other side of the garden.

Seeing His Highness's deep expression of being so nervous about Southern Xinjiang, even if his mood was a little low, he definitely wouldn't come over.

She loves His Royal Highness carefully and carefully, and reflects her love for His Highness in her usual daily life.

Let His Highness accept it with peace of mind, and let Fanxing love himself safely and secretly.

But right now, he is bent on matching with His Royal Highness in southern Xinjiang, and for the sake of the king's disloyalty, he destroys himself and uses wine to kill his sorrows.

Fanxing, who is also a woman, really can't bear to see Nanjiang so depressed and decadent, and blames herself for why she couldn't find an opportunity to explain to Nanjiang that Her Royal Highness's deep affection for her is incomparable to that of the king.