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Chapter 254

The ginger palace is not too big, it is no different from the mansions of ordinary wealthy families.

But Princess Aoi's residence is extremely exquisite and gorgeous.

The ingenuity gathers and the scenery is colorful.

People are more delicate than flowers. Flowers are colorless, and flowers look dejected in front of people.

This sentence is appropriate for Princess Aoi.

It's a pity that today's Princess Kui is Aoxue Hanmei.

Expensive but not delicate!Cold but not gorgeous!
There is a coldness in the eyes, and the whole body is full of indifference that strangers should not get close to.

Several young maids stood around, staring at Princess Aoi, lest she make any dangerous moves.

Standing outside the palace gate, Long Yang collected his mind, took a few deep breaths and emptied the depression in his heart, and put on a kind smile.

But thinking of his mother's recent death, he quickly put on a sad expression.

Pushing open the door, Long Yang waved his hand, "Go down."

The door squeaked, and then there was silence, the hall was so quiet that only the breathing of the two of them remained.

"Xiaokui, mother has gone."

Long Yang wiped away his tears, his voice was full of grief.

"Mother still missed you before she left, so let me take good care of you."

"How can you reassure me and mother that you have committed suicide over and over again."

Solanum nigrum raised his eyes, looking at his brother with cold eyes.

"Brother, Yang Guo said that as soon as I get married, I will immediately withdraw from the army. Is it true?"

Long Yang decided to investigate thoroughly, who sent the news.

"Brother, I am willing to marry Crown Prince Yang, so as to end the conflict between the two countries."

Long Yang snorted and didn't speak.

"Brother, if it weren't for this war, how could my mother be sick from overwork, and how could my father be sick from worry?"

Long Yang turned sideways, not daring to look at his sister.

Seeing this, Solanum nigrum shook her head and sneered, "Mother won't be lonely under the spring..."

Hearing this, Long Yang felt so sad and indignant that he wanted to chant his sword and howl.

Marrying a woman can not only eliminate the war, but also get help from strong neighbors. No matter how stupid the king is, he will not refuse this kind of lucrative good deed.

This is the price of tripod jade, and it is also the mission that must be borne by the Wang family, and it is the most common practice in the world today.

As the elder brother, Long Yang could not refute his father's arrangements for state affairs.

Therefore, he can only accuse Prince Yang of his blemishes and misdeeds in his moral conduct, showing how a brother cares for his sister.

But at this point in the war, Yang Guo has already taken an absolute advantage, and it is possible to break through King Jiang's city at any time.

Bow your head and be subdued, and present the princess to stop fighting and turning jade into silk.

However, Long Yang couldn't do it!

He doesn't care about his own face, but he has to care about his sister's happiness. Prince Yang cannot give his sister real happiness.

But does happiness really matter?

Father doesn't care!
Mother doesn't care!
My sister doesn't care either!

The whole world doesn't care, only Longyang insists.

Is it stupid?

Long Yang made a weird sound that he didn't know whether it was crying or laughing, and his straight spine bent down a little bit.

He suddenly felt exhausted physically and mentally.

For the sake of his sister, he did not take half a step back and was willing to be an enemy of the whole world, but he did not expect such a result.

Solanum nigrum got up and walked straight out.

When they passed each other, Long Yang's fingers trembled, and he hesitated to speak.

Solanum nigrum stood still, and said coldly: "I am a weak woman, but I am exhausted and have caused tens of thousands of families to lose their fathers, brothers and children. How should the history books record and judge in the future?"

"Brother! Prepare a wedding dress for me!"

"Or—prepare a shroud for me!"

Long Yang gritted his teeth tightly, his eyes were about to split.

Solanum nigrum's words were like ten thousand arrows shooting out, stabbing hard at his heart.

My heart roared, but I couldn't say a word.

The matter has come to this point, and all the arguments of the loser are so feeble.

Even if Yang Guo is defeated, or even destroyed, it will leave behind a notoriety of indulging in beauty, abusing the people and harming the country, and the two brothers and sisters will be scolded by future generations.

The historian's stylus, even the most stupid and tyrannical king, hopes to make friends with historians and make a good name for himself-at least not to scold too hard.

Famous before and after his life, this reason made him unable to refute, and also unable to refute.

Life and death, these are the only two choices, but neither one is what Long Yang wants.

Xi Tong, who was lying on the rattan chair eating melons and watching the show, curled his lips and sighed inwardly.

The stylus of historians has been cut off since Sima Qian. The historians of later generations are all old dogs with broken spines who flatter and whitewash the peace.

It is precisely because of this that later generations no longer fear historians, no longer pay attention to the names of life and death, and even take the barbarian's phrase "I don't care about the flood after I die" as comfort.

Honesty has become heartless, trustworthiness has become IQ arrears, and even bitches can look down on honest people.

Therefore, when I look at the historical materials of the ancient pre-Qin period in 9102, I always feel that the ancients were stupid, mentally retarded, and not enough brains...

Just like Yang Guo made a condition that as long as Princess Kui gets married, he will withdraw his troops and stop fighting.

If the people in 9102, they will be anxious to slap the keyboard and curse: break the city, if the city is broken, there will be no princess?Isn't it up to us to kill them?Yang Guoshabi!

Xi Tong is also very anxious, even more anxious than Keyboard Man.

Because Longyang was indifferent, he let Solanum nigrum go out.

If Solanum nigrum is allowed to go out, no matter if he gets married or dies with the sword, Long Yang will be depressed all his life, and the host of this subsystem is considered useless.

So, Xi Tong sent a message to Long Yang, like a match thrown into a gasoline barrel...

Do you know what it means to transform into a Saiyan?

Do you know what a microcosmic explosion is?

Longyang is now!
Xitong's words are like Hong Zhong Dalu, and they are like enlightenment.

Long Yang trembled all over, and a surge of momentum from the soul spontaneously burst out, circling around in the hall.

He involuntarily repeated the words in his head.

Because this sentence awakened the deepest obsession in his body, the most primitive instinct.

"No marriage, no tribute, no land! The emperor guards the gate of the country, and the king dies!"

"Anyone who offends our Jiang country will be punished no matter how far away he is!"

The sound is not loud, but it can reach the ears of those who care.

The tone is not high, but it is enough to wake up Bing Xin who is gradually freezing.

Solanum nigrum, who was about to open the door, stopped suddenly, her white fingers trembled slightly, her slender arms could no longer be lifted, and they hung down feebly.

A whimper turned into two lines of clear tears.

Long Yang walked to the door in a few steps, and stretched out his hand to embrace his younger sister in his arms—for many years, the two of them had never been this intimate again.

Praise the Lord God of the system, I really do!

Praise the Lord God of the system, and teach me a few more words!

Thus, Xitong got a system prompt: The subsystem host Longyang's loyalty to you has increased by 1, and the current value is -9.

"Xiaokui, don't worry! In this life, I won't let you be wronged in the slightest! I won't let Jiang Guo suffer any humiliation!"

"I will make Yang Guo pay a terrible price and pay homage to all the people of the country who died in the battle!"

"I will still work hard to make the country rich and the army strong, so that our Jiang country will become stronger step by step, and become the overlord like Da Jin and Da Chu!"

Solanum nigrum rubbed its cheek against Longyang's chest, softly confiding in its heart.

(End of this chapter)