A big bowl of oil poured noodles into the stomach, and the young master of the Dao Sect, who was full of wine and food, stood up, patting his slightly bulging lower abdomen, and he staggered out of the door of the flower hall, hehe, what a "look up to the sky and go out with a long smile, how can I be a Penghao person!"

Sitting on the edge of the fire in the flower hall, Liu Chen sank his body into the deepest part of the blanket, his eyes flickering bright and dark, reflecting the fluttering charcoal fire, stirring up ups and downs in his heart......

"Stand down!"

The sound of quiet footsteps came slowly, and when she came to the door, Beigong Fu raised her hand and lifted the cloak in front of her forehead, and handed the ferret fur cloak to the maid beside her, and after a gentle command, she smiled and walked to Liu Chen alone. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Give!"

Pulling the soft chair to Liu Chen's side, Beigong Fu sat down slowly, holding a jeweled scimitar in her hand, and the thumb-sized multicolored gems were inlaid on the knife body, reflecting the firelight, almost stinging Liu Chen's eyes.

"Thinking about her?"

Putting the scimitar in Liu Chen's hand, Beigong Fu smiled and leaned down, gently leaning on Liu Chen's chest, listening to the scorching and powerful heartbeat, without looking up at Liu Chen's face, she already knew what he was thinking.

"Hmm!" Gripping the scimitar tightly, Liu Chen's big hand had long since felt any trace of the temperature that had been, and sighed lightly, he lowered his head, his lips were imprinted on Beigong Fu's forehead, and he began to murmur with a smile: "I really want to remember, but I suddenly found that before today, I almost forgot her appearance!"

"Hehe!" Enjoying the warmth of Liu Chen, Beigong Fu narrowed his eyes slightly, and the silver bell-like laughter echoed throughout the flower hall, "When she asked you to be her golden knife horse, have you ever been tempted?"

"Of course there is!" Liu Chen was very frank, and only when facing Beigong Fu did His Royal Highness King Canglan really do it without reservation, "It's just that at that time, I was a precarious little soldier, she was a princess of the Western Regions, there are some things, I have longed, but I dare not think about it!"

"But now, your identity is reversed, she is just a princess who has lost a country and a family, and you are the king of thousands of miles...... Have you ever regretted your missed over the years?"

Shaking his head, Liu Chen sighed and chuckled: "It's better to forget about each other!"

"That is the first girl you met after you came out of Fancheng, and it is also the first girl you will be tempted by when you become an adult......

"But the heart is never forcibly possessed, and you don't have to get it if you like it...... Meeting is fate, parting is fate, and meeting again is ...... It's a debt, it's a debt I owe her!"

"If you don't forget, there will be an echo...... Those who made mistakes because of their youth, at the end of the day, still met with a smile and a grudge...... Don't worry, Yin Wuwei's side has already started to sort out the information for me, and when she arrives...... And I saved her...... Do your best!"

"Thank you!"

......

On the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, the sky was clear and cloudy.

The breeze of early spring fluttered on the calm Huaqing Pond, wrinkling the surface of the lake and causing ripples.

The weeping willows are full of fragrance in the wind, and on the Bauhinia Mountain, there will occasionally be a clear recitation, and the scriptures of those saints are sung in a subdued and frustrated manner, startling the spring birds, and muttering to the people......

Riding a horse through Suzaku Street, listening to the waves of water in the distance, the king of Canglan alone, came to the Mingde Gate, the official road was crowded, occasionally sliding past a few teams of carriages and horses, people greeted each other, chattering about those uneasy southern ...... There is a wind in the south, and the Canglan River is open.

The appearance of Liu Chen did not cause much of a sensation, the people of the imperial capital are such a little good, in the face of the king of Canglan, they will not eat pot pulp, they will only maintain the clearest respect in their hearts, and if they give it up a little, the king will be happy.

There are also soldiers guarding the city from time to time to glance at Liu Chen with a puzzled look, according to what they thought in their hearts, today's Canglan King, unlike before, has no warmth in cold clothes, but more is the luxury of the brocade hat and ermine fur, just like that, standing outside the city, with a straight back, there is a kind of non-angry and arrogant bearing...... The only pity is that the king did not bring a sword today, he held a knife, a bright golden sword......

......

It was like waiting for an era, when a scrawny figure walked down from the carriage not far in front of him, and on that sickly face, Liu Chen couldn't see all the best past, except for the hideous and terrifying sword mark.

At a glance of ten thousand years, it was like a world away, Jin Ruoshui stood quietly in front of Liu Chen, raised his head, and cried with a smile......

"If you accept the knife of this palace, you are the golden knife of this palace!"

"Is it a pity? Do you wish you hadn't stabbed the sword in your hand that day?"

"What if you're older than you? Female junior, hug the gold brick!"

“......”

For a long time, when those memories gradually blurred, Jin Ruoshui smiled faintly, and the past was like smoke, drifting away with the wind.

"Don't come unharmed, King!"

"Long time no see, Your Highness Princess!"

After parting, memories meet, and several soul dreams are with you. There is a silver light left tonight, and I am afraid that the meeting is in a dream!

In the afternoon, General Xuanwei's mansion.

Liu Chen sat quietly on the soft chair and drank tea, while drinking tea, he quietly looked at the man opposite, the man who was too beautiful to speak, how to say it, although he was down-and-out, but between his gestures, he could not hide his peerless elegance.

There is the king of Lanling in the west, and he is in a dream......

Even if it is the "lost dog" in people's mouths, Mu Donglin still maintains a minimum demeanor at this time, he is the king of Lanling in the Western Regions, and he is also the last pride of the barbarians. Feeling the slightly scrutinizing gaze from Liu Chen, Mu Donglin smiled slightly, and the intoxicating dimples were obliquely imprinted on his cheeks, adding handsomeness and not like madness......

"Hehe!" After a long time, Mu Donglin spoke first, "The king can provide shelter for the remnants of our clan regardless of his previous suspicions, Mu is really grateful!"

"It's okay!" Liu Chen waved his hand, chuckled and signaled Mu Donglin not to be too polite, "For what happened to your country, Liu deeply regrets, I won't say anything else, in the General's Mansion, the prince lives in peace, if there is any need, Liu should do his best!"

"Thank you, King!"

Teng stood up suddenly, Mu Donglin bowed to Liu Chen very solemnly, crossed his hands and stroked his chest, closed his eyes and lowered his head, and silently recited the benevolence of the Immortal Heaven, this is the most sincere thanks from the barbarians of the Western Regions!

After returning to the aristocratic ceremony of Great Xia, Liu Chen hesitated slightly, then took off the golden knife on his waist, and was silent for a long time, but he still smiled and raised his head and handed it to Mu Donglin.

"I have kept it for Her Royal Highness the princess for so many years, and now, it should be handed over to the prince, I hope ...... Everything is fine!"

Eyes alternated on the faces of the golden knife and Liu Chen, Mu Donglin was indeed a little surprised, that year, Liu Chen became the golden knife and horse of the seven princesses of the barbarians, this is a well-known thing in the world, and when Liu Chen entered the academy to study, the envoys of the barbarian tribe also asked the Ministry of Rites about the princess's marriage date more than once, and the barbarians promised that since the seventh princess chose Liu Chen, even if it was the barbarian king, she could not come forward to interfere, but those intermittent doubts were finally lost in the sea, and Liu Chen had no idea about this until he became the king of Canglan...... On that day, there would no longer be an official letter from the barbarian envoy on the desk of the Ministry of Rites...... (To be continued.) )