Twilight War

Chapter99

If possible, who doesn't want to serve the young master by his side, even sharing tea and water, and being romantic with the young master.

01

After all the porcelain brought by Weier and Tang De was smashed, Xin Yi raised his head slightly and clapped his hands proudly as if he had accomplished a great deal, while Lu Shen still stood aside quietly and meekly like a virgin.

"Does His Highness have anything else? It's a pity that His Highness has tossed and tossed for a long time, and there is nothing that can be seen." Xin Yi said in a rather contemptuous tone.

"It's gone." Will also said in a blunt tone.

The military headquarters of the Arthur Empire has always been regarded as a palace of steel and iron, and Weir is the most fearsome beam ax in this palace of steel and iron.

Every day, as soon as the huge and heavy iron door on the first floor of the Golden Palace opens, heavy cold air flows in from outside the door, and the man in the iron-gray trench coat and General Arthur’s uniform steps into the military headquarters, the entire palace They all tremble like a cock that has been stabbed in the buttocks, trembling like a wild beast patrolling, and then frantically put into work like a cock crowing when the man walks into the palace.

It can be said that Weier is the coercion and the heaviest constraint of the military.

Even in the Hall of Valor, no matter how loud and powerful the students heard the phrase "Please come from the director of the college.", they would tremble and drop their pants in fright.

Because Weir's office is deep in the military headquarters, and those students who may have just made the same mistake as fighting with their classmates will have to go through the long and gloomy corridors of the military headquarters.

And all the spooky corridors can't compare to the glance of the man's iron-gray eyes as he puts down his pen when he opens the door.

The ancient and ancient beasts woke up.

But at this moment, this iron-like general, facing the woman in a moonlight light gown, could only hold his mouth and say nothing.

"I... I can bring something here next time!"

After speaking, he lifted his cloak and walked out the door.

Tang De smiled helplessly and followed.

"Your Highness Tang De, wait a moment." Lu Shen said suddenly.

Tang De turned around, "Excuse me, what's the matter?"

"When you come back next time, can you bring some lotus leaves and sweet-scented osmanthus? It's better to bring some more earthen jars." Lu Shen said.

Tang De smiled and frowned, "Lotus leaves and sweet-scented osmanthus? What kind do you want? They were picked during the Qingming period in the previous dynasty, and they were used by the royal family, and then they were served in some palace for thousands of years?"

"No, just pick it fresh and dry it in the sun." Lu Shen shook his head.

"What about the jar? What kind of glaze do you want? Single-color glaze, sacrificial red glaze, or the one made by Yaomu Tianchang? Or some kind of ice-cracked one?"

"Clay pottery without glaze is fine," Lu Shen said.

Tang De was taken aback, "So simple?"

Lu Shen nodded.

"Okay, I'll bring it to the girl when I come next time." Tang De said.

Tang De and Weier got into the carriage, and Weier still seemed to be blown out of anger, "You said that Huangxuan Jin is so fucking spoiled, this one can't, that one can't. He is so fucking particular about these porcelains , Do you think that all those who play with porcelain are sick, what are they used for? "

"Humans always have a habit of spending money." Tang De sighed with a chuckle.

"Your Highness does not!" Will argued.

"Your Highness also has them." Tang De said softly.

"Your Highness, I still don't understand, how can he have any habit of spending money!"

"Yuhuangxuanjin." Tang De said with a chuckle.

After Tang De and Weier left, Wisipel leaned against Zichen, looking at the storybook.

The debris on the ground has been cleaned up by Lu Shen and Xin Yi, and they have to clean up after smashing so much, but they don't seem to care.

"The maids of the Huangxuan family are more spoiled than the young master." Wisippel said while rubbing Zichen's hair.

"They were spoiled by me in Wutong before." Zichen turned a page of the book.

"It's hard for Will, too. I picked so many, and each one is suitable."

"No, there is a plum vase inside, which is a good thing." Zichen said while reading the book.

His voice was very soft, and he didn't say exactly what's good about that plum vase, unlike Lu Shen Xinyi who wanted to explain clearly the origin and whereabouts of everything.But it makes people feel that it must be something that can make him say something good.

"Then why don't you stop it?"

"There's nothing to stop them, they're just throwing a temper tantrum, just let them smash it up." Zichen said: "People are alive, but things are dead, and smashing them is nothing more than death." Thoroughly."

Vehipel looked at the young man, his tone was always very light, but it made him feel that the young man seemed to be able to smile for a beauty, as if the flames were making fun of the princes.

Because in his eyes, the beacon fire is very light, and the princes are very light.

It's a pity that his beauty is not him.

"What about you? Are you feeling better?" Wihipel asked.

"Huh?" Zichen frowned as if he didn't understand what Wichpel was talking about.

"You play with the princes for the sake of beauty, what about you?"

The young man was hiding behind the beauty, as if separated by a heavy curtain, but what happened after the flames cleared?

That young man is willing to spend a lot of money for the happiness of others, and he is willing to spend a lot of money.

But he has always been stingy with himself.

Maybe even he himself doesn't know how to make himself happy.

Vihipel suddenly felt that he was a little jealous of Lu Shen and Xin Yi.

He felt that there was no reason for his jealousy, but he remembered that in Donghuang, before the young master of a rich family got married, he would have two maids by his side to take care of the young master's daily necessities, food and clothing... and also to serve the young master's aspect.

Heart fire secretly.

"When did the two of them follow you?" Vehipel leaned against the bed and asked.

"Xin Yi came earlier. She was the daughter of an eunuch who was in charge of ceremonies. Later, her father was sentenced for a crime and was helpless. My mother brought me by my side. Lu Shen is the daughter of ordinary people. Her family is poor. Bought by my mother."

"En." Wischpel nodded. He didn't hear anything from Zichen's words, but he still felt uncomfortable. He was jealous of those who met the boy earlier than him.

"What did they do around you before?" Vehipel looked at the boy and asked.

"Just do what a maidservant would do." Zichen shook his head amusedly and said.

Even Wisipel thought it was ridiculous for him to ask this question, but he still wanted to know everything about that boy almost crazily.

A tiny bit, a tiny bit.

It seems that he can drill into the boy's past along all the cracks.

Every night, their skins are bare|sincere, like entangled fish tails, but the past of that young man is always just a vast expanse of white snow to him.

And the boy stood in the white snow and looked back.

I don't know whether to look at him or... to leave.

"What are you reading?" Wihipel asked, looking at the book in Zichen's hand.

"It's just an ordinary vernacular book. There are quite a lot of interesting stories." Zichen said: "I used to like to sneak to the storyteller at the entrance of Jinling Alley to listen to books. I still like to listen to many stories after listening to them many times."

"for example?"

"There are many that I can't remember clearly," Zichen lowered his head as if he was thinking carefully, "Well... have you heard the night talk at Xuanhu Temple?"

"No," said Vichypel.Even if he had heard it, he would say no, so that the young man could tell him again in detail.

"It was the last year of the 24 kingdoms, the Xuanniao period. It is said that there was an old man in the Xuanhu in the world. I made a promise with the old man Xuanhu that I would see the old man for the last time before the old man Xuanhu ascended."

"And when the news of the Xuanhu old man's ascension came, Emperor Cangwu was trapped in the city at the time of Yuyang's siege."

"Just when Emperor Cangwu thought he had to break the appointment, the founding father broke through the encirclement with one rider and one rider, and led Emperor Cangwu to the place where the old man Xuanhu was about to ascend."

"That night, the founding father stood guard outside the temple with a long stick in his hand."

"Emperor Cangwu asked the old man Xuanhu three questions that night." Zichen said while flipping through the book lazily, but his eyes were not on the book, but like a cloud of 800 years of smoke, black ink like obsidian .

"Which three?"

"How much does the Nine Tripods weigh during the week?"

……

"Jiu Ding is as heavy as millet in the world during Zhou Dynasty." The brown-clothed old man in the ear room of the ancient temple slowly raised his head and said.

"How much does millet weigh in the world that day." The emperor in green shirt looked at the old man.

The old man lowered his head and chuckled, but in the blink of an eye, the two of them felt as if they were in the middle of a vast expanse of fertile land, and the wind blew across the world like rice and millet.

The old man Xuanhu raised his hand slowly, and Emperor Cangwu subconsciously picked it up, and the rice millet with the husks slowly fell into Emperor Cangwu's hands.

"The millet in the world is nothing more than a pinch in His Majesty's hand."

The next day, Emperor Cangwu pushed open the door of the ear room, outside the door Kai Guogong was still sitting with a stick, and there were bloodstains on the thin snow...

Behind Emperor Cangwu, the old man sat in knots, his head hanging like a hanging pot.

"Jiu Ding in the Zhou Dynasty, like the world's millet, emphasized that the world's society depends on the people, and the world's millet is only a handful in the hands of His Majesty, which is a warning to Emperor Cangwu to cherish the people." Wihipel leaned on the bed and said.

"But aren't there three questions? Why are there only two?" Wisipel asked.

"I don't know. All the scriptures only record these two questions. Some people say that the first two of these three questions are for the world, and the last one is for Emperor Cangwu himself."

Zichen closed the book slowly, and looked out the door with distant and untouchable eyes.

Ask Jiangshan Sheji.

Second, ask the people all over the world.

Three questions... the basic desire of human beings.

In the peach blossom forest, Xinyi is lying on the tree and folding peach branches, with a charming smile.

"Xin Yi, what are you doing?" Lu Shen asked under the tree.

"Pick some peach blossoms for you." Xin Yi said without bowing his head, "You want the jar to make peach blossom bars. Now break some peach blossom branches, pick them at night, and dry them tomorrow. When the jars arrive, you can make wine."

"There is no need to sun-dry peach blossom wine," Lu Shen said.

"Whatever he does, anyway, I'm going to pick peach blossoms tonight." Xin Yi jumped off the tree and walked past Lu Shen.

Lu Shen, who was standing under the tree, was also holding a branch of peach blossom, but the petals on the branch had already fallen off, leaving only a few petals crumbling.

"Xin Yi, how long has it been since you practiced swords?" Lu Shen said suddenly.

"I'm just an ordinary maid, serving the young master's basic necessities, sharing tea and water for the young master, and practicing swords." Xin Yi chuckled lightly, as if a little contemptuous.

"Which family would have a maid like us?" Lu Shen said.

"I don't care, Daylilies and Juan'er don't need to practice swords, so why should we?"

"Because we are different from them."

Withered brown branches passed by Xin Yi, and Xin Yi subconsciously lifted the peach blossom branch in his hand to block it.

Her movements are like picking up a sword, swift and fierce, and the peach blossom branch is like a famous craftsman's sharp blade in her hands, tough and strong.

The peach blossoms are scattered.

But the peach branch still touched Xin Yi's side neck.

"Why do you say that God always asks us to do things we don't want to do." Xin Yi lowered his head and chuckled as if mocking himself, not caring that the peach blossom branch poked her side neck like suet.

The girl is as beautiful as flowers and plants in the Book of Songs, but her smile is sad and mournful.