king string

Two years later, in a small village in the south of the Yangtze River.

I received a letter from my third brother.

A year ago, the third brother was formally appointed as the crown prince and officially started his career in politics.I continued to wander around various places with Jiang Jun.At that time, many places were in a hurry, and I hadn’t had time to study them carefully. Now that I have plenty of time, I would sometimes write my own experience to my father and third brother to let them know about local affairs.

Speaking of it, because there has always been a prince wandering around in various places, he wandered into his own territory at some point, and the prefects have always been very diligent and caring for the people, for fear of being caught.

Of course, there were many assassinations along the way, but with Jiang Jun protecting me, some of my mother's hidden guards were also sent to me, and there were also some forces who got married, but I haven't done much.

I was tortured so badly by Cheng Han, and he used a small part of the mobilization rights of the family forces to compensate me, which really made a lot of money.

The third brother's letter is nothing more than chattering about some recent major affairs in the court. I usually just try to understand these things and don't go deep into them. After all, I am far away from the center of power.

The interesting thing is that every time Su Jin would attach another letter after these letters, telling a little bit about his mental journey.

This letter is like this.

Royal brother:

Seeing letters is like meeting.

Recently, I found that the job of the prince is not easy to do, so His Highness wants to strike.

So by the time you read this letter, I should already be on the way to strike, and it is estimated that I will arrive at your place in two or three days.

Remember to greet me.

I want to eat candied haws.

Your lovely and amiable third brother who was cheated to death by you

I nodded in satisfaction, and then threw the letter into the pile of firewood.

Of course I know he wants to strike, he has been yelling for a year.In fact, since I left the palace for 1 years, my supervision on him was a little relaxed, and he had a very relaxed life.

But after I went back two years ago and discussed the crown prince with my father, he lived in dire straits again.I also came here like this, and I can understand it, but after all, the times are different, and it is not as easy for him to go on strike than it is for me.

Young man, this world is still my time.

There are hidden guards to help me arrest him, but it is expected that he will not escape the palace gate.

Clapping my hands, I turned and went back inside.

Jiang Jun was burning firewood for cooking in the house.

The general has been at the border for many years, and he always needs some survival skills in the wild, so the food he cooks is quite delicious.

It is said that he will be 30 years old today.

But I think we are still young, and this world is enough for us to go through it again.

A little poem about this article

you like red.

You tell me,

This is the color of Xianyi Numa when he was a teenager.

In those years you galloped through the city of Chang'an,

Smile wildly,

Like a gleam of color in the sky,

It shines warmly into my heart.

later,

You are wearing red.

You tell me,

This is the color of blood soaked clothes.

At that moment you stood on a desolate ruin,

While the prosperity of the past is gone,

you left me,

Only the back of determination.

I was almost hoarse.

How many times have I wanted to reach out and hold your fluttering skirt,

In the end, it could only hover in mid-air.

I choose to let go.

As you wish,

Sink into darkness.

I left the land I once loved so much.

all the way south,

Hope to find a place where spring flowers bloom.

I walked for a long time,

Finally came to the desert,

This one has your place.

When the yellow sand is raging in my ears,

I stand on a distant hill,

Thoughts were flying.

The reunion was so unexpected.

When you point your sword at me from afar,

I smiled so calmly.

I know you hate me.

Then I myself let the point of your sword pass through my breast,

I just hope you can always remember me.

I never thought I could open my eyes.

When the truth is before me,

you hold my hand

Gave me the promise of a lifetime.

When looking back,

Under the colorful falling flowers,

It is your unchanging smile.

The author has something to say: this article is over.

There is also a little side story about Cheng Han and Lan Xiaoyuan, I will post it when I have time.

Originally, this article was written for fun because I accidentally thought of the beginning of a small poem. I hope you will enjoy reading it.

Above~