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"No." Qi Yue raised his head.

The sky was dim, and the inadvertent flames leaked onto Qi Yue's face. He slowly raised his head and exposed his eyes, staring at Wang Yu. The blood all over Chen Jiagu's body seemed to return to him again. The hand turns slightly.Wang Yu screamed and took a few steps back quickly.

"What are you doing here!" Wang Yan seemed to have seen an evil spirit. He staggered and couldn't get up, so he could barely support himself with his hands.He recognized this face, but he obviously went to Chenjiagu with Yang Ye and his son, and the whole army of Chenjiagu was wiped out, so is he an evil ghost from Chenjiagu?

"Do you know what Yang Yanyu told me before he died in the battle?" Qi Yue looked at Wang Yu and said.

"Say, what did you say?" Wang Yan trembled.

"He said, kill them, kill them." Yang Yanyu's hoarse voice seemed to be still in his ears, and Qi Yue imitated Yang Yanyu's voice and whispered to Wang Yu, "Do you know why he said it twice?"

Wang Yu didn't dare to speak, his eyes seemed to be caught by Qi Yue's words at this time.

"The first time, he was talking about the Liao soldiers in front of him, and the second time, he was talking about you. Wang Yu, when Chen Jiagu fled that day, did you think you still have today?" Qi Yue slowly pulled out his knife , the blade lightly scratched across the ground, leaving a light gray line.

"It's not my fault! I'm just the supervisor!" The cold light of the blade flashed across Wang Yu's face, and he finally couldn't help screaming. He stared at Qi Yue and said earnestly, "This is really not good Blame me!"

"I don't blame you? Then who is to blame? Didn't you say that you would return to the country with great momentum? Didn't you say that the surrendered general Yang Ye would join the enemy?" Qi Yue asked with a frown, as if he was really thinking.

"Blame Pan Mei, he's the commander in chief. If he doesn't leave, how dare I leave!" Wang Yu hurriedly said, "It's him, not me, you can't kill me, Tai|zu has an order, don't punish the courtiers!"

"Heh!" Qi Yue laughed, and he looked at Wang Yu in disbelief and said, "I thought you could say something, Mr. Wang, your father is the privy envoy of the Later Zhou Dynasty, and you are in the imperial court since you were young. For many years, you have only been playing tricks, framing Zhongliang, thinking of opportunism and taking credit for others?"

"I didn't, I..." Wang Yu argued, but Qi Yue's knife was resting on his neck, Wang Yu trembled, and took back all the words in his mouth, "Please spare my life."

"So what if I spare your life?" Qi Yue's sword slashed across his neck, and Wang Yu felt a sudden stabbing pain in his neck. Yue sneered and said, "So scared? Your head is still there."

"You can't kill me. It's always been like this in the officialdom. Who doesn't love meritorious service? Who doesn't want to seal his wife and son? People don't kill me for themselves. Now that I have ended up like this, why are you still chasing after me?" What about giving up?" Wang Yan was so frightened that he was in a trance, he screamed, as if everything was supposed to be like this, "Your Majesty can take the throne first, everyone is like this, which man doesn't love fame and wealth, which man doesn't love Power and power, I just follow my heart."

"Really?" Qi Yue was not in a hurry.The north wind howled outside the door, blowing open the half-closed door, and blowing in mixed with snowflakes.

"It's the same with Zhao Pu. Isn't he very prosperous now? Who doesn't know that he is greedy for money and uses power for personal gain. The late emperor favored him in every possible way, but when His Majesty ascended the throne, he even made up the alliance of the golden chamber. Driven by profit!" Wang Yu said, "It's all like this."

"Finished?" Qi Yue said.

"No, no, not yet, please forgive me..." Before Wang Yu finished speaking, Qi Yue shook his head slightly at him, he raised the knife and saw Wang Yu's neck scratched There was a thin line, and the blood rushed out from the neck of the neck. Qi Yue took out the handkerchief and wiped all the blood from the tip of the knife. This was the first time he had killed someone since the Northern Expedition.

Wang Yu clutched his neck on the ground and writhed in pain, making a "ho ho" sound, and Qi Yue randomly picked up the fire on the ground and fell it around. The cold winter in the north was dry, and soon the house was ablaze. The fire was raging, Qi Yue pulled down his hat to cover his face, turned around and went out the door.

The north wind blows the snow, the flames are getting higher and higher, and after a while the pasture is already covered with flames, Qi Yue murmured: "It's different." The knife in his hand was put back into the scabbard, and he left under the darkness.

Wang Yu is dead, Liu Wenyu is just an accomplice, and exile in Dengzhou is enough for him.Qi Yue knows that his future road is full of inside stories and transactions, full of power tricks and intrigue, but he has to go on firmly. He is no longer that young man who can do whatever he wants. This land full of wars is still in the cold winter , is waiting for rejuvenation.

Since the three generations of Mr. Xu's grandson came back, there was some commotion in the small courtyard, so Song Cheng often stayed in the bookstore.Next year His Majesty will start a course to obtain scholars, and the number of students entering Beijing has increased sharply this winter, and many of Song Cheng's books have been sold.But Song Cheng was thinking about other things these days. He sorted out the stories he had written in the past six months, and finally turned them into a thin booklet.The cost of a book is expensive, but a few pages are not that expensive. In any case, the money of women and children is best earned.

Song Cheng first polished up two short stories, printed them into a booklet, and set up a separate bookshelf on the west side of the library to sell these booklets.

Song Cheng's three rumors have bloody plots, exaggerated narration, and the characters Su break the sky. The only thing worthy of praise is his smooth and smooth writing style. However, once these stories were published, all [-] copies were sold within a month.

Song Cheng continued his efforts and released the second volume. Once the second volume was released, it was sold out within half a month.Song Cheng thinks this is a good idea. From now on, he will publish a semi-monthly magazine and issue a book every month. By the end of the year, he will be able to publish the entire collection of hardcover paintings.

It was very cold outside, Song Cheng hid in the bookstore and set up a brazier, writing some stories with his chin resting on his chin, but in his mind he was thinking about Qi Yue's coming to the crown on the 28th of the month, what gift should he give.Thinking of this, and remembering that Qi Yue had disappeared for almost a month, my heart felt a little sour.

"My lord, there is a young master looking for you outside." The waiter stood outside the door and said, Song Cheng put down his pen and went out when he heard the words, the waiter led him the way, and saw a man who looked like a rich man standing by the counter, Song Cheng looked at it At a glance, you know that you don't know.

"I don't know why this young master called me?" Song Cheng walked over and asked.

The young master was about the same age as Song Cheng, he seemed a little embarrassed, pulled Song Cheng to a corner and asked secretly: "Do you guys sell that kind of book?"

"That kind?" Song Cheng was puzzled, and the young master was even more embarrassed. He whispered to Song Cheng, "It's that kind of man and woman...do you have any for sale?"

Song Cheng understood, his face flushed suddenly, he shook his head at the young master and said, "No."

The young master's face also turned red, and he said in disbelief: "How come there is no such thing? Your bookstore is so big, you don't even have this?"

Song Cheng said, "Really not."

The boy glanced at Song Cheng and left angrily. Song Cheng raised his head and glanced at the shopkeeper, only to see the shopkeeper looking at him and talking to the boy. The shopkeeper wanted to ask after the boy left. Song Cheng coughed dryly. He turned around twice and went upstairs, leaving the waiter of the shopkeeper relatively speechless with a dazed expression.

Song Cheng thought about it for a while, and felt that since he opened a bookstore, he naturally wanted to be open to all people. After thinking about it, he finally called the shopkeeper. When the shopkeeper came, Song Cheng found that he couldn't say anything.

The shopkeeper saw that the little boss, who had always had his own ideas, was twitching, and he asked curiously: "Boss, do you have any orders?"

Song Cheng raised his eyes and glanced at the shopkeeper. This shopkeeper used to work in Mu Er's bookstore. He should have seen this before. The shopkeeper looked at him earnestly. Song cleared his throat and said seriously: "Shopkeeper, when you were working in Mu's Bookstore, did the bookstore sell such books?"

"What kind of book is the boss referring to?" The shopkeeper didn't realize it for a moment, Song Cheng became even more embarrassed, and said in embarrassment: "It's the kind of book about men and women."

"Oh." The shopkeeper suddenly realized, and he said with a smile, "Of course there are, there are rough and shallow picture books, and fine brushwork, and if the rich and noble want it, there are also painted ones. Everything can be seen clearly. It is most suitable for a girl to marry as a dowry."

"Pfft, cough cough." Song Cheng was choked on, this thing can still be used as a dowry.

The shopkeeper smiled and said: "If the boss is looking for it, we brought some from Jiangnan and put them in the bottom of the box. I will find them later and show the shopkeeper."

"Okay, okay." Song Cheng touched his nose and said, they only talked a few words, the temperature in the room was not high, but Song Cheng's cheeks seemed to be burned.

The shopkeeper's efficiency is extremely high, he asked the waiter to bring up a stack of picture books shortly after he left the house, and the waiter was full of smiles when he entered the door.

"Boss, it's all here!" He stood aside and saw it when the shopkeeper was flipping through it just now. He didn't expect the boss to read this kind of book, but thinking about it, the boss is almost eighteen, so he should know about personnel affairs. up.

The waiter put a stack of albums on the small table next to Song Cheng's bed, turned around and left without waiting for Song Cheng's order, and closed the door thoughtfully by the way.

Song Cheng was a little timid looking at such a pile of picture books. He held back for a long time but couldn't hold back to open a picture book. As soon as Song Cheng opened it, he saw the extremely realistic Spring|Palace Picture, and the drawings were so meticulous. It can be called textbook level.

Song Cheng closed the album and wanted to put it back on the table, when suddenly the door opened, Song Cheng looked up, and Qi Yue pushed the door in!

Song Cheng was in a hurry, he put the drawing book back on the table at once, but the place where the drawing book was placed was too conspicuous, Qi Yue just had to flip through it when he came over... No, Song Cheng didn't have time to say hello to Qi Yue, so he hurried Busily picked up a stack of drawing books and wanted to put them elsewhere, but something happened in such a hurry, Song Cheng couldn't stand upright, and all of a sudden he threw all the drawing books on the ground.

The author has something to say: #We still need to be enlightened, otherwise how will we live in harmony in the future...