Troubled World Prosperity Fireworks

Houbeishan, the roof of the temple of worship.

Notes beat, lingering sound curls up, and the sound of the song is harmonious.

"Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!" Xiao Huangqing clapped his hands and applauded: "A song by the seventh son is hard to find in the world!"

"Although the song is good, please come and make it with others!" Nian Lan Zeyi didn't bring water, and his smile didn't diminish.

The evening breeze blows gently, prompting the Seventh Young Master to fly in white clothes, his light smile is reflected under the moon, and even the waning moon has become a companion.

"I can sing for you, but I'm afraid I'll disgrace Seventh Young Master's song... Lan Ze, don't despise me..."

"Why don't you play a game of chess...?"

under the moon,

Before the flower!

Two peerless teenagers, one song and one song!

The singing voice is mighty, showing the true qualities of a man.

The sound of the zither is clear and clear, like the spirit of heaven and earth.

—The white horse flies and breaks its hoof, strikes the halberd and blows the horn

——Jiutian Xingxuan embraced the moon and broke through the barriers all his life

——Flowing clouds and remnants of walls, blood and bones

——A man who fought in the north, his loyal bones buried his tears

——The city was destroyed by fire, and the general's confidante was sad

—Fireworks shatter, ice armor crumbles, the beauty of troubled times

——Blood-stained people become dogs in all directions, and people become dogs

——Kyushu's mountains and rivers are endlessly chaotic, and the hero's end

—Who is giving advice, the desert weeps with blood

—Engrave the remnant stele after entering the battle, and ask the king if you will return

——Wu, a sword breaks through the sky

——Qianqiuxi, the cold light of the waning moon and the urgent death

—Wuqixi, Sirius highlights the meaning of Zichen

——Sword Xi, urging the sword to raise the whip to cut the corpse

——Flying and dancing, burying all the tears of heroes in the world serving the country in troubled times

——The wind and the clouds are moving, the former Huang Liang has no regrets after his death

—Horseshoes step on, the drums of war shake the sky, the frost breaks the wild geese, and thousands of troops retreat

—Carved by Shi Dao, there is no joy in life and no fear in death

——As the stars move, the waning moon rises

——Desolate mounds add new traces, yellow spring water

—Eight wilderness ghosts and gods weeping, silently changing the world

—Stealing the stars, twisting the universe and watching the world, spending thousands of cups to get drunk

——Blood-stained people become dogs in all directions, and people become dogs

——Kyushu's mountains and rivers are endlessly chaotic, and the hero's end

(Xiao Lizi wrote Hu, feel free to take a look)

"You sing very well, why have I never heard you sing?"

"If you like it, I'll sing it to you every day!"

Nian Lanze pursed her lips and said nothing, acquiescing, this is the bond of a lifetime.

The flowers bloom under the moon, and the world of mortals is indifferent for a lifetime. The seventh son is flying in white clothes, like the clear ripples of water in the hazy night.

The corners of Xiao Zhuang's mouth were clear, full of high spirits.

The yellow silk and satin show the majesty of the emperor, and the green dragon wrapped around it is as majestic as a god.

Since ancient times, supporters of soldiers are self-respecting, His Royal Highness Xiao holds heavy soldiers in his hands, but he can hold his breath.

Don't be in a hurry to force the old emperor to abdicate, the world is already in your pocket, and you can get it with your hands.

Ronghua is close at hand, but His Royal Highness Xiao is far away.

People all over the world can't help feeling sad: what does His Royal Highness want to do?

Even Beimo Dongyi was counting on the intensification of domestic conflicts in the Great Southern Dynasty, delusional thinking about taking advantage of the chaos to amass money.

However, the court hall of the Great Southern Dynasty was too peaceful, the tranquility was suffocating.

"Ahem!" Nian Lanze whispered softly, suppressing himself from coughing, but the little blood plum betrayed him.

Under the moonlight, flirtatious flowers bloomed on the cool fingertips, thick blood trickled down the fingertips onto the moon-white clothes, covered with a layer of cold light from the waning moon, making her look a bit bleak.

"Lanze...!" The mournful voice was suppressed like a bondage from another world.

His Royal Highness Xiao's smile faded away, and his voice was as natural as water.

"Lan Ze, it's okay, you are too tired, just rest for a few days!"

"My own body, I know, I'm afraid I won't be able to survive this winter, and I won't be able to wait for the next year's flowers to bloom!"

Without complaining, this peerless young man was as silent as water, laughing at life and death.

"Actually, it's enough to get you a promise!"

That smile, there is no sorrow, no unwillingness, in the face of death, it is as indifferent as water.

life and prosperity are ruled by fate.

He is not afraid of life, not afraid of death.

Seventh Young Master suppressed his smile, as peaceful and natural as if he was boating by the lake.

At this point, it seems a bit reluctant!

Time flies so fast, three years go by in a blink of an eye.

I knew that the relationship between you and me was weak, but I didn't know that the relationship was so weak.

"Lan Ze, I won't let you have trouble, if you overthrow the world, you can't have trouble either!"

The young man's charming and uplifting tone was an aura of determination, and the world was shaken by it.

Nian Lanze raised his hand and waved it away, and smiled.

He believes, he believes that Xiao Huangqing can use the power of the world for him alone.

It's just that he has too many blood debts in his hands, and he doesn't want to commit crimes.

At this moment, he didn't reply him, just smiled gently and gently.

It was not until later that His Highness Xiao understood the meaning of that smile.

Things in the world can't be as you wish, and Nian Lanze's smile shows his insight and indifference to the world.

It's just that there are so few feelings that the seventh son has never said in his life.

——He was really reluctant.

"What's wrong with Lanze? You Liang, you saved his life before, no matter what this time, you can't just leave him alone..." The wandering imperial doctor who was thrown into the brothel by His Royal Highness Xiao)

"If it was you who lay down, I would definitely die."

Yunyou's extraterrestrial genius doctor reveals a breeze and arrogance from the bottom of his heart.

Facing the fearlessness of power, Qingfeng smiled.

But this You Liang is too stingy, His Royal Highness Xiao just found ten girls to take care of him, and he still hates him to this day.

"I can only suppress the poison in his body with a needle... But, there is no cure for this poison..."

"How can there be no solution?"

"Love to the bone, there is no cure!"

"What does lovesickness mean?"

You Liang sighed: "The name of this poison is lovesickness to the bone!"

"I've only heard about it in medical books, but I haven't seen it, but I don't know who the Seventh Young Master is thinking about, who is he thinking about?"

"It is rumored that the antidote for drunken beauty is Linglong dice, but this is only one of them. Linglong dice is filled with red beans, do you know the lovesickness? Linglong dice is just an introduction to lovesickness..."

"These two kinds of poisons interact and restrain each other. For those who are drunk, the beauty needs the loved one to drink Linglong Dice and drink a bowl of his blood, but this does not mean poisoning. Linglong Dice is the medicine for forgetting love. As long as the seventh son forgets what is in his heart. People, then he won't love to the bone, but he seems to have been poisoned to the deepest point!"

His Royal Highness Xiao frowned, his eyes were as heavy as a sword: "Is it really incomprehensible?"

"No solution!"

In order not to forget him, Nian Lanze engraved his name in his blood.

Engrave their past on the desktop, and the mottled and bleak words record their past.

It turned out that Wan Hewei wanted them to meet each other without knowing each other, and to know each other across the world.

Heart tearing pain.

The person on the bed was getting thinner and thinner, and he couldn't even sleep.

If it is said that the world is for him alone, then if he gains the world and loses him, who can accompany him to sit in the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles?

"How can there be no solution?" Xiao Wangqing murmured to himself: "With mountains and rivers at hand, wealth and glory are already in our pockets, but without you, it's too bitter!"

"Your Highness, if I am not mistaken, the poison is rare, but it is also difficult to be poisoned..."

"If you don't drink the poison for the person you love, you won't be poisoned..."

Wusu walked in hastily: "Master, catch Wan Tuiyao!"

"Bring it in!"

A disheveled beggar was brought in, and his clothes were ragged and filthy.

Xiao Wangqing drew out his sword and pointed at the prematurely aging beggar on the ground.

"If you can detoxify the poison your uncle poisoned, I will guarantee your wealth and glory, and you will be safe for the rest of your life. If not, you will be in a dilemma between life and death!"

The beggar just smirked blindly, saliva dripped on his clothes, and flowed down the saliva, leaving rows of gullies at the corners of his mouth.

The body gave off a foul smell, and he just smirked.

"What's the matter with him?"

You Liang picked up his hand and felt his pulse: "He suffered a severe head injury, he has already become a fool!"

His Highness Xiao squeezed Wan Tuyue's shoulder tightly, "Tell me, where is the antidote for the poison your uncle gave you?"

As if it hurts a lot, he frowned, but still smiled.

Xiao Wang glanced at Lan Ze on the bed from the corner of his eye, desperately and compassionately: "Take him down!"

Solemnly, he knelt at You Liang's feet: "Master You, no matter what method you use, please help me save Lan Ze, he is a good man..."

"It's not that there is no way, it's just that there is no way!"

"What way, tell me!"

"Have you heard of the Canghai Moon Pearl? There are two in the world, which can cure all poisons and slow down all Gu!"

"It's the former General Yuanlie who hunted and killed sharks in the South China Sea. Those two beads are his eyes?"

"That's right, but legends are legends after all. After the emperor invaded the imperial capital, he no longer knows his whereabouts!"

There is a way, although there is no way, but it is much better than despair!

His Royal Highness Xiao took care of Nian Lanze day and night, and within a few days, the old injury recurred, and he fell ill before Nian Lanze woke up.

With a body of iron, he can't afford to get sick.

This time, it was the Seventh Young Master who guarded His Highness Xiao.

"Lan Ze, I'm the one who dragged you down after all!"

"Between you and me, how can we talk about dragging?"

Nian Lanze sat against the light, her pale face became transparent at the moment when the candlelight and moonlight intersected.

Xiao Wangqing touched the almost transparent face with his hands, brushed the broken hair from his temples behind his ears, pursed his lips and remained silent.

"In my life, I will live up to the sky and the earth, but I will only live up to you for the rest of my life!"

The seventh son lightly opened his thin lips, his face was expressionless, but it melted in that piece of candlelight.

I never dared to promise you to accompany you forever!

But——I promise to accompany you to sit on the mountains and rivers for thousands of miles.

I also don't want to lose faith--

This time, let's think of Lan Ze not keeping his promise...

"I spend my whole life against the power of the world, and I will protect you without any worries!" His Highness Xiao's words were particularly pale.

Sometimes I feel that fate is ridiculous, and a wry smile flickered on His Highness Xiao's flying lips: "Lan Ze, I still owe you a promise! Are you willing to abandon me?"

"Yes...but life and death have no proof..."

People will die eventually, Seventh Young Master is not afraid, but he just can't bear it...

Xiao Huangqing once again instructed: "Whether it's blue or yellow - remember..."

"Remember, don't drink Mengpo soup, don't be greedy, remember, wait for me...remember—remember me..."

Farewell to life and death, do it frankly.

Look at each other and smile, the grievances are crushed, let's deal with it peacefully, the true nature of a man!

With a small smile on the corner of his mouth, His Highness Xiao immediately recovered his joyful expression, as if the fragile and helpless young man just now was not him.

"Lan Ze, how will you know if you don't try? I've always been lucky. Maybe I'll have news about the Moonlight Pearl soon?"

His Majesty's words almost hit the nail on the head. In less than three days, he did get the news of the Moon Pearl.

He even saw the bead that can cure all kinds of poisons with his own eyes.

Nian Lanze also had to believe that this young emperor was indeed made to be an emperor.

All the legends are evident in this 21-year-old boy. (Lan Ze is nineteen, His Royal Highness Xiao is 21, he is two years older than Lan Ze)

As if God intended to protect him...

The Seventh Young Master pursed his lips and smiled lightly, without saying a word for a long time.

After His Royal Highness Xiao lay down, he said lightly: Nian Lanze will remember what you said!

He touched the small bottle hidden in the sachet, it was a thousand cups of drunkenness.

In order to make Le Jie forget himself, Zhong Lichun used blood as a medicine to induce him, and practiced the unique medicine for forgetting love in the world-a thousand cups of drunkenness.

After rubbing for a long time, there was a burning pain in the cold fingertips.

Seventh Young Master bowed his head and smiled: I will remember what you said!It's just that, when the time comes, you won't remember anything!

You will forget me! ...

The gentleness and decisiveness of the Seventh Young Master is frightening.

His Highness Xiao didn't fall asleep, he lay looking at Nian Lanze's faint smile.

Even a sentence was branded into a scar on his heart.

I can't scab over my whole life, I have to watch it bleed.

A tear fell down the corner of the eye, silently, burying everything.

For a moment, he wanted to throw away the small bottle in Nian Lanze's hand!

For a moment, he wanted to hold his Lanze in his arms.

It's just that he can't...

He can only spy quietly in the dark!

Spy on that peerless young man confiding his thoughts in this dark night.

Spy on the fragile and gentle moment of the tough and iron son.

No one would understand better than him how proud that gentle, almost gentle and transparent seventh son is!

For him to bow his head and say such a sentence, he has exhausted his self-esteem all his life.

His dignity cannot be prying, his holiness cannot be desecrated...

His treasure is already scarred...then he can't allow others to uncover this scar...

Therefore, Xiao Wangqing could only listen quietly...

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