The emperor forced my father to rebel every day

This word was like a huge boulder smashed into the bottom of the lake, setting off a stormy sea.

The eagle hits the sky, flutters its wings and flies.

A man ran down from the mountainside, tall and burly, with stubble all over his face.

The man stood beside Meng Lang with a scimitar on his back, stepped on Meng Lang's head, looked up at Nan Zhao fiercely, and said provocatively: "Our master told you to go to the cave over there, he is inside Wait for you."

Nan Zhao glanced at the cave in the distance, looked down at him coldly, and said, "I can go, but can we let our people go first as agreed?"

The other party kicked Meng Lang's head fiercely, then stood far away, and replied: "Yes, anyway, this bastard is almost dying."

Nan Zhao got off his horse, rushed to Meng Lang in two steps, untied the rope that bound Meng Lang's hands and feet, and knelt down to feel Meng Lang's pulse.

Fading away, fading away...

He quickly tore off half of his sleeve, smashed his index finger, hurriedly wrote a handwritten letter, folded it and stuffed it into Meng Lang's arms, after that he hugged him a few times without helping Meng Lang onto the horse's back.

Nan Zhao looked back at the people standing beside him, and said, "Hero, is your master waiting to see me?"

The man nodded naively, "Yes, yes!"

"Then in order not to make your master wait too long, can the hero help me put this person on the horse?"

"..." The man was stunned!Although he didn't want to, but looking at Nan Zhao's flower-like face, he felt that what the man from Lingguan said about Pologer was very reasonable.

He replied: "Don't play tricks, I'm not helping you, I'm just trying to keep my father from waiting too long. Girls from the south, they look good but they don't work! Get out of the way!"

Nan Zhao: "..."

He leaned over and pulled Meng Lang's arm, and instantly put Meng Lang on his shoulder and put him on the horse's back.

Nan Zhao tied Meng Lang tightly with a rope, patted the horse's buttocks, and the horse went back along the way it came.

Nan Zhao turned around and said, "Let's go, take me to see your master."

The man led Nanzhao towards the hills, and quietly looked at Nanzhao on the way.

Nan Zhao asked, "Curious?"

The man shyly looked away, "Hmph! It's nothing to do with Porogail! The men we women in the north like are tough guys, not your skinny little boys."

Nan Zhao raised his eyebrows, "'You'? Who else?"

"..." The man knew he was talking too much, so he stopped talking, and led Nan Zhao towards the cave.

"Okay, you can go in. My master is inside."

Nan Zhao saw the extinguished bonfire by the entrance of the cave, and some burnt dry wood, which seemed to be a sign that someone had lived here for a long time.

He took out a fire pocket from his sleeve and blew on it, lit a trace of open flames, and stepped into the cave.

The inside of the cave was not as dark as he imagined. Instead, it was lit with candles, and it looked very dry, with a faint fragrance of Shan.

In the place where Shanxiang was burning, there was a person sitting quietly, with a full moon scimitar beside him.

When Nan Zhao held up the torch to see the man's appearance clearly, the other party spoke first, "They said, he looks like you, but I didn't expect him to be so like you..."

Nan Zhao said indifferently: "But I am not him, are you disappointed?"

The man sneered, "Hmph, he is the only pearl in the world, but you are as cunning as a hound."

Nan Zhao stood with his hands behind his back, "Since your lord knows me, you must have heard about my background."

"I know, the boy on the left, the emperor's male favourite. After being slaughtered by his own body, the whole family is still lying on the side of the enemy. Should I say you are cold-blooded or vicious?"

Nan Zhao lowered his eyes and smiled lightly, "If it's optional, who wouldn't want to be a carefree boy? I was like him, my father loves my mother, and my brothers respect me."

Nan Zhao stared at the empty sleeve on the left side of the man, thought deeply, and said: "He is pure in nature, and his eyes are full of bright moons. His mission is to save the dying and heal the wounded, and to practice medicine in the world. The last thing he wants to see is a war between the two countries and the loss of life." If the person he loves becomes an enemy who slaughters his flesh and blood and tramples his country, tell me, what will happen to him?! His current situation is exactly what I was at the beginning... And I chose to jump off the cliff... "

"Jumping off a cliff..." The man asked in a trembling voice, "Is he... all right..."

Nan Zhao snorted coldly, "No! Good! You must force a child who practices medicine to raise a knife! In terms of cold-bloodedness and viciousness, I can't compare to you, Wulu King!"

"Where is he... now?"

"In an abandoned mountain gate outside the capital, he locked himself inside without even entering the house when he returned to Beijing, and never came out again. His master who held him in the palm of his hand cried outside the mountain gate for five days. Before he cried out, his eyes were almost blinded from crying! The innocent son of the family has been implicated by you like this, if the prince doesn’t want to be responsible__” “I don’t want to be responsible!”

"He has just won the crown, and the prince can do it?! Destroy his innocence__" "This king did not destroy his innocence!"

"Nowadays the girls in the capital don't know that he is with the barbarians in the north, who would dare to marry him one by one" "I will marry!!"

Nan Zhao: "???"

"No,,, I married! This king married him!"

Nan Zhao sneered and said: "Why should the prince marry?! Because you led troops to harass the people of Dasheng, because you joined forces with the rebels to split Dasheng, and because you made my lieutenant half dead?!"

Wen Zhonghua hurriedly said: "Then tell me, what do you want?!"

Nan Zhao flicked his sleeves, raised his nose and looked arrogantly, and said, "It's easy to say, make a marriage! Marry him in a fair and honest manner."

"??? Are you, are you kidding me?"

Nan Zhao said indifferently: "My son never jokes, or is Wulu King unwilling?"

Wen Zhongceng stood up from the ground and shouted: "I am willing!"

With this sound, the dust on the roof of the cave fell down, rustling and splashing all over the ground.

Nan Zhao patted the ashes on his body and coughed, "No need to shout, our little white faces from the south can't stand your roar."

Wen Zhong said urgently: "You know what I mean, there is no precedent for a man's marriage between two countries, how can you be sure that this will happen?"

Nan Zhao replied leisurely: "It's just a coincidence, the Emperor Dasheng you look down on, who you said is my body, still listens to me very much. Oh, his little golden seal is still in my sleeve, Ben Young Master can now draw up a letter of peace."

Wen Zhong looked at Nan Zhao in bewilderment: "Is it that simple?"

"Well, it's that simple! Do you now regret not getting to know me earlier?"

Wen Zhong said: "There is... a little."

"It's okay, it's not too late, it's not too late. It's just __" "Just what?"

"Ah..." Nan Zhao sighed, "He is a good son of a family, only son and grandson! But he is going to be married, and he will not even have an heir in the future. Thinking about how sad and desperate his clan will be ..."

"This king can make compensation! Dowry, tribute, as long as you tell me, this king will give you the best."

"In this case, the son can talk to his clan relatives, but there is still__" "What else?"

"You know, our little white faces in the south can't stand the bitter cold in your north. I have only been here for a few days, and my body has been worn down several times. He is so precious. If he leaves his hometown and goes to your desert, maybe Within half a year, people will be gone..."

"He doesn't need to stay in the north. Wherever he wants to go and live, the king will accompany him. Wherever he is, it is my home."

"His family members are all in the capital, where he was born and grew up." "The king will stay with him in the capital!"

"And __" "What else, young master, let's talk about it together."

Nan Zhao smiled, tore off the other sleeve from his body, spread it on a flat rock, bit his finger again, and wrote eloquently.

After finishing writing, he stamped a small gold seal on it, picked it up and handed it to Wen Zhong, "That's all."

After Wen Zhong read it carefully, he frowned tightly, "These kings have made their own decisions and have no objections, but the last one is more difficult..."

Nan Zhao took the half of the sleeve away from his hand, "Let Yin Xiu be alone one by one." Wen Zhong snatched back the marriage letter, also smashed his own finger, and began to write his name on it.

Nan Zhao pursed his lips in satisfaction, "Deal! After signing it, Yin Xiu is yours!"

Wen Zhong picked up the signed marriage letter, handed it to Nan Zhao, and said, "That person has a personal grudge against you?"

Nan Zhao put the letter of marriage in his arms, and said coldly: "The fault is caused by him, and he carried 340 and eight lives of our family on his back."

"Hehe." Wen Zhong laughed secretly, "The king is really looking forward to how you will deal with him."

Nan Zhao snorted softly, "Okay, I don't need you to teach me how to do things. With this skill, it's better to prepare the dowry. Also, it's something that is against the destiny, so I don't think it's necessary to accept any good days and auspicious days." Yes. I will only give you one day, tomorrow the Japanese son will wait for you at the official road of Lingguan City, if there is any more delay, the fiancée of King Wulu will ascend to heaven."

After closing his words, Nan Zhao saluted, "King Wulu, farewell!"

Wen Zhong directed towards the entrance of the cave and said: "Luo Erhan, it's a good luck to send this young master back to Lingguan."

Nan Zhao quickly waved his hand, "My lord, you don't have to bother this hero. You are very careful about people around you. If a strange man or woman approaches, he will make trouble. Please save me some trouble, lord."

Wen Zhong: "..."

When Luo Erhan led Nan Zhao down the mountain, he looked him over from head to toe again.

Nan Zhao noticed it and asked, "Still curious?"

This time, Luo Erhan readily admitted, "Well, why did the two poles of this matter reverse after entering and exiting that cave?"

Nan Zhao laughed jokingly, "If you want to know, I will tell you. But you can't tell others, come here, come here with your ear."

Luo Erhan lowered his body and approached Nan Zhao.

Nan Zhao said softly, "Because our little boys from the south are reincarnated vixens who can seduce people!"

Luo Erhan, a nine-foot-long man, was teased by Nan Zhao so that his face was shy, his forehead was hot and sweaty, he ran with messy footwork, his feet were not stable, and he rolled down the hillside.

Mu Ge saw Nan Zhao walking out of the mountain in one piece from a distance, and his heart was finally relieved.

He got on his horse, took another horse, and ran towards Nanzhao.

Nan Zhao was already dazzled by the venomous heat of the scorching sun, but he didn't get a drop of water after dealing with it for so long.Not long ago, I injected some blood and wrote two handwritten letters. In an instant, I felt stares in my eyes and my legs were weak.

He felt relieved when he saw Mu Ge get off his horse and run towards him, and he stretched out his hand and planted on Mu Ge.

Mu Ge looked at Nan Zhao's frail appearance and his torn sleeves. Some bad premonitions and unclean pictures flooded into his mind.

Young Master, this is, Young Master, for Meng Lang, for Lingguan Army, for His Majesty, did you sacrifice your life? ! !

He was so frightened by his own thoughts, if so, he might have to return to Beijing with his own head!

He carefully shook Nan Zhao's shoulder and asked, "My lord,, lord, where are your,,, your sleeves?"

Nan Zhao's eyes were darkened, and he replied in a weak voice: "...It's broken..."

The author has something to say that the sleeves are broken -- Yin Xiu sold --- 5/592.47%12:34