[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

The blade of His Royal Highness Qin Wang, who is famous in the northwest, has not been worn away by the splendor of the capital.

It is deliberately restrained.

Like a sword in a sheath full of diamonds.

Even so, it still has a sharp and bright knife shadow, which is different from what other noble young men in the capital can see at a glance.

Zhao Yan's appearance was reflected in those eyes with the shadow of the knife, and the shadow of the knife faded, making it a little more warm and romantic.

The tips of the ears seemed to be scalded.

Trembling slightly.

Chu Qin smiled and let go of the confinement, and took a step back.

The golden knife that looks like a crescent moon hangs around his waist from time to time, which doesn't look like something from the Central Plains.

The sound of the knife hit the tasseled jade pendant hanging on his waist, making the sound of gold and stone.

"Don't worry, I will keep Zhao Ming safe."

Now facing His Royal Highness King Qin, Zhao Yan felt the same helplessness as she did towards Zhao Ming.

"Today's matter is all when His Highness is confused for a while, so Zhao Ming will ask His Highness. If there is anything in the Qin Palace, His Highness can find someone to inform the Zhao Mansion."

"In addition, His Highness's clothes have been taken by the girl next to you."

Chu Qin raised his eyebrows slightly.

Zhao Yan wanted to leave, but heard King Qin suddenly say behind him,

"That kid Cui Jian has worshiped under the Rong family, so be careful with him in the future."

Zhao Yan took a look, pursed her lips, and said, "Thank you, Your Highness."

Chu Qin stood outside the gate of Prince Qin's mansion, watching Zhao Yan get into the soft sedan chair.

The soft sedan chair was covered with thick cushions, and during the vernal equinox, red charcoal fires were still burning under the sedan chair.

The people sitting in the sedan chair really don't weigh much, and the soft sedan chair creaks because it is too light.

Chunluo poked her head quietly behind him.

The little girl's black hair hung down her temples, and she stared at the soft sedan chair of the Zhao family with moist eyes until she could no longer see her shadow. Then she blushed suddenly and said, "Master Zhao looks really good-looking."

Chu Qin raised his brows, half of his handsome cheeks sank in the light and shadow.

He stretched out his hand and tugged at the little girl's long black braid, "Is the girl tired of working? I don't know Zhao Shoufu's reputation?"

Chunluo shook her head, her eyes were bewildered, "I always feel that Mr. Zhao is different from the rumors."

After a while, Chu Qin looked at Yuan Shan and said, "This world is wrong."

Chunluo's jet-black hair was tucked between her green fingers, and her eyes were ignorant.

When he is alone, he looks cold.

The blade was unsheathed, and the splendor and prosperity of the capital faded away, giving off a cold light.

It seemed that nothing could fit into those cold pupils. This was the true appearance of the king of the Northwest who was in full bloom.

No one in the northwest calls him King Qin.

He is the king of the Northwest.

With his hands behind his back, Chu Qin twirled his fingers once and for all.

At the foot of the distant mountain is the majestic imperial city, where his father, mother, and brothers are buried because of jealousy and strife, and his descendants will also be buried here.

Everyone is a ghost after death, which is not a good place to go.

There are deserts and eagles in the northwest, deserts and grasslands.

There are also camels with bells and herds of cattle and sheep.

There are big pieces of meat, fresh wine, and brothers who live and die together.

Every man's lofty aspirations, gold and iron horses are all on the northwest border, outside the Daguan Mountain.

When a boy is born, he should wear a Wu hook and take the fifty states of the foreign barbarians.

The Northwest has it all.

Just without Zhao Yan.

There is a scent of plum blossoms wrapped around the lips.

Hibiscus is not as good as beauty makeup.

So Fang sighed a little in the cold pupils of the young Highness.