Scarlet Fang of the Pearl

Azak was full of dissatisfaction, and the more he couldn't get it, the more he wanted it. This is a common problem of powerful people, and he is the same.It's just that, what's more tragic is that he has a more powerful competitor than him, and the object of their competition has already ruled him out before he was in the game.

In the following five years, every time he met the Mongolian alliance, he would try his best to find a way. Although there were some opportunities to talk to that person, he found sadly that whenever he wanted to bring some When the words are spoken, that superior person will appear and leave together holding that person's hand.

Five years is the time when boys grow the fastest. The first time I met him was a 13-year-old little bun, but five years later he was already a grown man.If you talk about others, you will only be an ignorant young man, but with Solante, he has never lacked experience, and he can already be said to be a mature man.

The last time I saw that person, that high-ranking person took that person away from him again.The two walked side by side together, what he didn't want to admit was how well matched they were.

I thought that this year would not work and there would be next year, but I didn't want to receive the news of the death of the Qing emperor four months later.

smallpox?plague?Impossible, the man he had always regarded as his opponent didn't show any discomfort at all a few months ago!How could it just disappear?What about the Ninth Prince? !

Azak eagerly asked by the messenger's collar.

"The nine princes were so sad that they died together on the day the emperor was buried..."

"Buried?..."

With the feeling of punching the air, Azak didn't know how he ended up in his tent.However, since then, Mongolia has been quite quiet. When the new emperor comes to Mongolia again in the coming year, everything will return to normal. Became the second longest reigning emperor after Kangxi.

And on the far side of the ocean, under the darkness of night, two handsome men with blood-colored eyes hugged each other.

"Why did you lose the throne to Yongxin so early?" The man who was hugged changed his position in the familiar embrace.

"If you don't leave, it's going to be another draft. You could bear it last time, can you bear it this time? Besides, the emperor's mother is all because of us..." The slightly deeper voice was covered by the man in his arms. Live your lips.

"But Mama Mama finally forgave us, didn't she? Don't think about it too much. Birth, old age, sickness and death are the fate of human beings, not ours..."

The man holding the man chuckled, took the hand of the man in his arms and kissed it lightly on his lips, "You're right, my little bun..."

"What! I'm no longer a bun! Don't call me that!"

"You will always be my little bun..."

"Don't! Don't call me that!"

"Little bun...hehe..."