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"There is such a thing. The old man said again, his voice still unwavering. Like an old tree with intricate roots, let you storm and rain, I will stand still.

The corners of Long Xiangjun's mouth suddenly hooked up a smile, and he chuckled and said, "Since this is the case, then the prime minister has to thank Long." ”

"Oh?" the old man's eyes suddenly opened, his face still calm as a pool of stagnant water, but there seemed to be waves in his eyes.

The light of the Taihe Hall seemed to be much dimmer, and a gust of wind came from nowhere, and they didn't know where to go, but they were blowing past the old man and Long Xiangjun.

The old man's gray hair was raised, and Long Xiangjun's clothes were swaying.

They looked at each other, as if they were carrying a golden iron horse in their eyes, and they were fiercely confronting in the air, but no one gave in.

The Taihe Hall became quieter and quieter, and even the palace maids and eunuchs who were busy noticed something unusual, and they all stopped what they were doing and looked at the two people in the center of the blizzard in awe.

"The Holy Emperor has arrived!"

A shrill voice broke the eerie silence once more.

And almost at the same time, the two people in the temple withdrew their gaze.

Everyone returned to their seats at this time, knowing that with the presence of the Holy Emperor, this conflict would calm down for the time being.

Su Changan naturally returned to his position, and coincidentally, Long Xiangjun and Ruyan were sitting next to him.

Long Xiangjun still shook the folding fan in his hand calmly, but Ruyan lowered his head, silent and didn't know what to think again. Her identity was told by Long Xiangjun in a grand manner, and naturally she was inevitably pointed at by those dignitaries and dignitaries in the outer hall, and even those eunuchs and palace maids who came and went treated him with blank eyes. She felt very uneasy about this, and what made her even more uneasy was the news that the prime minister was going to marry his daughter to Bei Tongxuan.

For her, it was like a bolt from the blue.

It's not that she doesn't believe in Beitongxuan.

But ten years.

Ten years is too long.

Especially for a woman in her twenties, ten years is almost the most beautiful time of her life.

Now she is no longer the Oiran that countless dignitaries are willing to spend a lot of money for.

She had lost her beautiful appearance, the corners of her eyes were fishtails that could not be covered by thick rouge, and her temples were already covered with snow that could not be pulled out.

And apart from these, she has almost nothing to rely on, and the rest of her is just a Qinglou woman from Fireworks Willow Lane.

She didn't know what to do with the daughter of the prime minister who had never met with her broken willow body.

It took her ten years to gamble, but at this moment, she realized that these ten years had won almost all the chips she had bet on the table. And the only thing she can use to fight now is that man, the lingering compassion of ten years ago.

Ruyan wanted to stand up, wanted to escape from here.

She didn't want to gamble anymore, and she didn't dare to bet anymore.

She's lost everything in the last ten years, and if she loses the last bit of chips, she'll have nothing. And those who have nothing, the living also die.

But at this moment, a hand reached out and pressed down the body she had just stood up.

That hand seemed to be slender, but it seemed to have a thousand powers, so that she almost didn't even have the slightest room to resist.

"It's coming. I can't leave. The owner of the voice said in a feminine voice.

Ruyan looked sideways at this soft-looking man, looking at his eyes narrowed into slits, she had been with this man for nearly twenty years, so she knew, she knew that she couldn't disobey him.

She turned around a little stiffly and lowered her head again.

Su Changan saw all this in his eyes, he naturally understood the worries in Ruyan's heart, how could he not have such worries in his heart.

But he still stubbornly believes that if smoke is jade, Beitongxuan is Nanyuan.

He felt that there were swordsmen like Mo Tingyu and Chu Xifeng in this world.

Then naturally there should be a North Tongxuan like Nanyuan.

This is a very non-comprehensible thing, but Su Changan feels that there should be such a truth in this world.

So he said to Ruyan again: "Sister Ruyan, don't worry, Big Brother North will definitely not agree to that family business." ”

And at this moment, a group of people walked in.

Or rather, a group of eunuchs and palace maids walked in with a person.

It was a man in his forties.

His eyebrows are like knives, and his eyes are like stars. He was dressed in a golden grosgrain and walked in a big way. The hair on his face spread out like a lion's, and although he was not angry, a solemn majesty spread out as if it were substance. Everywhere they passed, whether it was the eunuchs and palace maids, or the three princes and nine kings, they all bowed their heads and bowed.

Finally, he came to the golden dragon chair.

He turned, threw his robe back, and sat down on it.

"Zhong Aiqing is flat. His voice was so thick that it sounded like a bell.

"Thank you, Lord Ron. All the people of the Taihe Hall said. Then everyone got up and sat down in their seats.

"I. From the end of the millimeter, the line is in the martial arts. Born in troubled times, the Han family is mediocre, and the people are not happy. And there is no hero at the time, which makes the shaft famous. Then he rose up to try to save the people of Li from fire and water, and helped the building to collapse. ”

"After 80 years of fighting in the south and the north, Pingjiangdong and Shu land, I finally won the unification of my Great Wei. ”

"After a hundred years of hard work, only then can I have a peaceful and prosperous world in Dawei!"

"My Emperor Shengming!" At this time, the hundred officials bowed their heads and shouted.

"Today is the first cup of the two hundred and eleventh birthday. ”

"I respect the Jiangdong Tiger, the sky hurts Chu Xiaohan!" the man raised his glass to the sky and said, his voice was vicissitudes and profound, as if he wanted to travel through that thousands of years of time, and spread to that period of time.

"To Chu Xiao Han!" Bai Guan raised his glass at the same time and said to the starry sky.

Its sound shook the world and lasted for a long time.

A bottle of wine is gone.

"This second cup!" the man raised his glass again, looking at the stars in the sky.

"I respect Shu Di Wolong, Tianwai Jade Left City!"

"Respect the Jade Left City!"

Another bottle of wine.

"This third cup, I respect Tianlan Erxiong, Tianshu Tianquan!"

Half an hour later. Nearly 100 bottles of wine have been drunk.

And the Holy Emperor also recited nearly a hundred names.

And these people, they are friends or enemies with the Holy Emperor, but without exception they are all Star Deaths, all of them are Star Deaths sacrificed by the Human Race in the past two hundred years, from the troubled times to the prosperous times. Each of them is a legend, and all of them deserve to be written about.

But without exception, they all died.

And the Holy Emperor is still alive.

Perhaps because of the strength of the wine, the Xuande Wuwei Emperor of the Great Wei suddenly became a little trance. He looked at it, and no one in this Manchu Dynasty was the old man at that time.

"They're all dead. He muttered to himself in a voice that he could only hear.

As a human being, he lived far too long, so long that all those he loved and hated were dead.

He felt lonely for some reason.

He thought about it, and suddenly remembered that there seemed to be such a person alive in this world, who was as old as him and did not know anyone in this world.

"What about Yuheng, I want to have a drink with Yuheng!" he said.

But no one answered him.

"I ask you, what about Yuheng!?" he asked again as he looked at the civil and military officials in the audience.

Everyone could see that this Holy Emperor of Great Wei was already a little drunk, so the ministers bowed their heads and did not dare to touch his moldy head at this time.

"Your Majesty, Lord Yuheng is unwell and cannot come to this birthday banquet. At this time, Sima Xu, the prime minister of the Great Wei, stood up, and he bowed his head and said so.

"But his apprentice, the apprentice of Heavenly Sword Mo Tingyu, is here. ”

"Disciple?" the Holy Emperor was stunned for a moment, as if he was trying to remember if he had ever seen such a person.

"Your Majesty forgot, you also told Wei Chen that this time you would reward him and Wei Lingshen's son for the matter of Lan Ling Town. Sima Xu still lowered his head and reminded.

"Yes!" the Holy Emperor patted the desk in front of him, as if he remembered something very important. "Announce the meeting of these two quickly!"

The eunuch who had been standing beside him, after receiving the order, cleared his throat and spoke in his high-pitched voice.

"The student of Xuantian Lan Academy, the baron of Great Wei Su Chang'an, the son of the god general Du Wei, Du Hong is here!"

Su Changan was stunned, he didn't expect such a thing, he thought it was just to help his senior sister do a fight, but he didn't want to face the saint.

He couldn't help but be a little nervous, he put down the wine bottle he had just held in his hand and hurried towards the front of the hall—he was a little flustered, so he walked a little hurriedly, but he was not drunk in the slightest. His father, Su Tai, is a heavy drinker, but he hates alcohol because of it, so in the scene of the guests' booze just now, he was just pretending, but in fact, he didn't drink a drip.

When he walked to the front of the hall, Du Hongchang was already kneeling there with his head down, Su Changan didn't understand these etiquette, so he knelt down like Du Hongchang.

"Which of you is Yuheng's apprentice, raise your head and let me see!" the voices of the people on the stage suddenly sounded.

Su Changan could feel that when he said this, the Holy Emperor did not use the slightest spiritual power, but he instinctively had an illusion of wanting to surrender. He gritted his teeth and shook off the inexplicable thought. Then he raised his head and looked at the man in front of him, the Xuande Wuwei Emperor who had ruled the world for a hundred years.

"What's your name?" asked the man on stage.

"Su Changan. He replied truthfully.

"Su Chang'an?" the Holy Emperor muttered, "Chang'an, Chang'an." Stability. Good name!"

He seemed to be happy, but Su Changan felt strange. Is Chang'an a very unusual name? Isn't the emperor of the Great Wei Dynasty called Chang'an?

"Are you the apprentice who was taken in by Mo Tingyu in the Northland?" the Holy Emperor asked again.

"Yes. Su Changan nodded.

"So, did you watch Mo Tingyu kill Yingyu?" When he asked this, the Holy Emperor's voice suddenly became a little different, I don't know if it was because of the strength of the wine, or if it had a deep meaning.

Su Changan's forehead was densely covered with sweat because of this unprepared question.

He suddenly realized that the life and death of the master could not be concealed from the ancestor of Yuheng, so naturally he should not be able to hide the man in front of him.

But after hesitating for a few moments, he still stubbornly said.

"Yes. I saw with my own eyes that the master slashed the life star of the glow confusion with one sword!"