Born short-lived

Such a huge southern border, where can I find it?

Yuan Li knew what the bead was for, so he became even more uneasy. He stared at Zhou Zirong's side face with a complicated expression for a while, trying to find any clues from this face to prove that it was just Sentence words.

However, although Zhou Zirong has a smooth and smooth appearance on weekdays, he speaks half-truths and half-false words, and Yuan Li has never seen what he looks like when he is really serious.There was no gleam in those pitch-black eyeballs, they were dark and calm, bottomless.

The more Yuan Li watched, the more frightened he became. He gradually realized that Zhou Zirong was going to die forever.

Anyone who changed this matter would understand that in the end it must be futile and a waste of energy.After all, it was something that disappeared 1000 years ago. It has been lost for too long. There are not so many miracles and coincidences in the world.

But Zhou Zirong could see clearly, but he still fell into it irresistibly.

Yuan Li felt that Zhou Zirong was stunned.

He wanted to say, my lord, why bother.But the words still couldn't come out of his mouth, Yuan Li lowered his head silently, the surrounding was so quiet that only the sound of extremely deep breathing could be heard.

There is only a string stretched in Zhou Zirong's heart, and if it is touched lightly, it will be broken into pieces, and it will be beyond redemption.

Yuan Li hesitated for a long time, but couldn't help but raised his head, turned to Zhou Zirong, looked straight at him, and asked, "Excuse me for offending...My lord, if so, I really can't find him." where?"

This sentence was like a stone, which hit the string gently, and the string trembled with fear.

Zhou Zirong was slightly taken aback, his throat choked up, as if his breath had stagnated in his chest, which made him feel uncomfortable as if his internal organs were all twisted together. He said quietly: "I'm sorry to trouble you, this kindness will never be forgotten." Then he walked towards the backyard without looking back.

"My lord." Yuan Li called out to stop him in a nonchalant manner.

Zhou Zirong paused.

Yuan Li said: "Luo Geng is in southern Xinjiang, let me take Luo Chi for a walk."

"Well," Zhou Zirong turned his head, most of his body was already submerged in the night, and the moonlight from the courtyard drew a thin silver line on his side face, "That's okay, maybe Luo Chi hasn't been reunited with his brother for a long time gone."

The day of Dong Sheng's birth was very auspicious, but the time was not so good. It happened to be in the middle of the night, when the yin energy was at its peak. Back then, the empress gave birth to her first child, and it was very difficult. It took several hours of blood crimes to give birth to this unlucky prince—I don’t know what kind of "colorful" fate will be brought about by the collision of good luck and bad luck.

So every year at the prince's birthday banquet, a firecracker will be set off in the middle of the night, and all the utensils must be red, in order to eliminate the darkness.

Of course, the royal relatives, civil and military officials, and foreign envoys attending the banquet all dressed like red envelopes.

As a result, the white brocade dress that Jialei, who was the envoy of Daling, looked very abrupt.

The Empress met him in front of the Shenwu Gate, and her eyes hurt when she saw the white suit from a distance. When the man approached, she deliberately sneered and said, "The prince's clothes are really ingenious."

The person involved, Dong Sheng, who was beside him, also stiffened a little.

Galley was leaning on the cane with the black agate head in his hand, his face was made of iron, he still smiled unruffled, and calmly and leisurely saluted the Queen: "I have seen Her Majesty, His Royal Highness."

The queen remained calm, but the eunuch next to her understood, cleared her throat, and said, "His Royal Highness's clothes are not suitable, please go to the Foreign Affairs Office with me to change into a new one later."

Galley pretended not to understand the meaning of the words, laughed twice, waved his hands and said, "Your Majesty misunderstood, in Daling, this is the banquet dress... the red one, in Daling, isn't it?" auspicious."

The empress smiled but said, "Prince, do as the Romans do when you go to the countryside."

The little eunuch said: "Your Highness, in Hua Xu, plain white clothes are mourning clothes..."

Galei smiled and shook his head: "Why, if I don't change, won't I still be unable to enter Miyagi?"

The queen twitched the corners of her mouth coldly, turned her face and turned the conversation to Dong Sheng: "A Sheng, do you mind if Prince Daling is dressed like this?"

Dong Sheng's brows twitched, of course he knew why Garley made such a fuss, but he was just thinking about the little blood debt he had in northern Xinjiang back then, and from what he saw right now, Da Ling really meant that he would not let him go.

Dong Sheng said: "Hua Xu has embraced all rivers and rivers since ancient times. His Highness's kindness, there is nothing he can't tolerate."

Jia Lei pushed the boat smoothly and said, "Haha, it's still His Highness who is benevolent."

The queen sneered.

Gale's appearance seemed to stand out from the crowd, as if he was destined to disturb the coronation banquet. He had only entered the palace for less than an hour, and various rumors spread among the crowd.

Dong Sheng pretended to be deaf and dumb, pretending that he was confused.

He wants to see what kind of tricks this Garley can play.

"Have you checked?" Dong Sheng asked Zhou Zirong behind a rockery while everyone was enjoying the imperial garden, and asked in a low voice.

Zhou Zirong nodded, and his spies followed all the way from the East China Sea. It seemed that this man had only brought a few followers: "It looks normal."

"However," Zhou Zirong said, "he met people from the Jiang clan at the station in the suburbs of Beijing."

"Jiang Clan?" Dong Sheng narrowed his eyes habitually, after a moment of calculation in his mind, he suddenly understood, then sneered, and said, "I'm sorry."

"You're welcome." Zhou Zirong smiled and blinked at him deliberately, his bright eyes were like snowflakes.

Dong Sheng rolled his eyes, wrapped his body in the fox fur with one hand, pushed him out from the other end with the other hand, and rejoined the crowd of tourists.

Jiang Huailing's idea of ​​bullying people is not unexpected, but since they ran into them, they can't let it go like this.

but.

Dong Sheng paused.

Now Jianghuai Lan is missing, and there is only a little girl who is just as tall as a horse, and Jianghuai Ridge has been rectified, what will the Jiang clan do?

The wind in the imperial garden was even colder, and the plum blossoms on the branches shivered as if they were so cold. He clasped his palms together and breathed into his palms, covering his face and ears that were icy cold.

Before Jiang Huailan came back, he had to make a long-term plan.

The Chief of Ceremonies originally intended to arrange a tour in the Imperial Garden for an hour, but it was a pity that the weather was not good, and he insisted on ashaming him of the Chief of Ceremonies. The wind was getting colder and colder, and the people who came to the banquet were sneezing one after another. Only then hurriedly prepared to enter the main hall ahead of time.

Dong Sheng's nose turned red from the cold, and his face was almost numb. He sneezed and scolded the supervisor in his heart.At this moment, when he heard that he was finally going back, he felt as if he had been pardoned, and he didn't want to stay for a moment, so he turned around and left in a hurry.

But for some reason, he seemed to have a feeling, and he always felt that there was something behind him.Dong Sheng sniffed, looked back, and couldn't help being stunned.

In the shadow of an artificial rock, Galley, who was almost integrated with the snow, was holding a white porcelain wine cup in his hand, leaning against the stone, half of his face was sunk in the deep blue shadow, and the shadow was dark. Staring at him quizzically.

Dong Sheng took a deep breath involuntarily.

This look reminded him of the old woman hiding the dagger he met back then in Silan, and the court priest who tried to drag him into the black flag sacrifice that would never be restored. It was a kind of extremely forbearing hatred.

Like a predatory snake.

But what Dong Sheng didn't expect was that the poisonous scorpion's sting would come so quickly.

——At noon, when the yang qi is at its peak, the priests of the Jiang clan will personally crown Dongsheng Xing.