The spring breeze is proud to enter the treasure building

The prince Zhu Chengwan put his hand on the qin, he picked the strings under his finger, saw Ye Wenyan and said with a smile, "I have heard that the master knows the elegance of the string songs, and there is no music for a long night, I don't know if the master is willing to play a song for me? "

Ye Wen said that the official worshiped the prince Shaofu, and he deserved the prince to call this word master, but after all, Shaofu was no more official than Taifu.

Ye Wenyan said with a smile, "Your Highness is being polite, but your qin skills are so crude that it makes His Highness laugh at you."

Zhu Chengwan stood up and gave up the Qin, "Master, please."

Seeing his insistence, Ye Wenyan no longer refused. He sat down in front of the piano case and said, "It's better to obey than to respect. I wonder what song Your Highness wants to hear?"

Zhu Chengwan said, "How about Guangling Powder?"

Ye Wenyan's eyes sank, and his hand left the piano quickly, "Guangling's slow second string is like a king's string, and I offend the king's song... Your Highness, please forgive me for not daring to play."

"Oh? Don't dare?" Zhu Chengwan laughed, "Mr. is no worse than me in Zhou's position. The distinction between us as monarch and minister is just a vain name. Mister doesn't take it to heart. How can I take it seriously?"

Ye Wenyan's eyes flashed coldly, and he smiled slowly, "So His Highness knows."

Zhu Chengwan said, "Sir, don't be nervous. When this king is employing people, the status of Mr. is harmless and beneficial to me. Tonight, I made it clear to Mr. that I want..." He stood opposite Ye Wenyan, fingers on the piano A swipe across the strings, "My husband and I are bound by this song, you and I are like this song Guangling San, the two strings stand side by side, and we will win the world together."

Ye Wenyan looked at the prince in front of him, the light in his eyes flickered, "I'm a new loser..."

Zhu Chengwan's eyes fell on Ye Wenyan, and he said in a deep voice, "Sir, don't be discouraged. I have known you for many years, and I know what you can do...I know what you can do."

Ye Wenyan seemed to be weighing the prince's words, "Your Highness may speak up if you have something to say."

"Talk quickly, master," Zhu Chengwan said with a smile, "I am not being polite with you anymore. I have heard that Zhou is a country that focuses on commerce, and its wealth is even greater than that of Daning's national treasury. .”

Ye Wenyan was a little taken aback. As the crown prince of Daning, Zhu Chengwan actually wanted to borrow the financial resources of another country to bribe his subjects?

Zhu Chengwan said again, "When I ascend the throne in the future, I will make my master a Marquis, and how about taking charge of Zhou's affairs?"

Ye Wenyan suddenly realized.

What the prince wants is not only Zhou's financial resources, but also covets Zhou's soil.

His plan is to swallow Zhou Yi in one gulp?

Thinking of this, Ye Wenyan couldn't help feeling a little angry.

Between Zhou Chuqiangyan and Daning, although there is an ancestral temple, but it is just relying on others...Ning bully me and have no one?

Zhu Chengwan narrowed his eyes and said again, "I have tens of thousands of soldiers and horses who are only half a day's journey away from Zhoutu, and Beiyan is newly defeated, unable to fight... If I give an order, I can drink horse Zhou water between day and night, do you believe it? ? But, then again, what is the use of me taking the soil of Zhou? Naturally, it is impossible for my majestic prince to be far away at the border, so should I leave it to King Yan to guard it?"

So far, there is no need to say any more.

The summer night in the northern country is also a bit cool. Ye Wenyan felt that the wind was blowing through his heavy shirt, and his heart was cooler than the night wind. He bowed his head and said, "Since the prince has a lot of trust, I wish to be a minister of the dragon."

Zhu Chengwan laughed, took his hand and patted it, "Okay, those who know the current affairs are brilliant, sir, you are smart."

"Your Highness, I have nothing to say." Ye Wenyan calmly pulled his hand away.

Zhu Chengwan didn't think it was disobedient, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"Murong will leave the head in the hands of Lu Jiuhan. Based on my understanding of Su Muhua, because of his friendship with Yan Linsu back then, he will definitely hand it over to King Yan. If His Highness does not want King Yan to take full credit, It's advisable to send someone to stop them halfway. Now that Lu Jiuhan and Murong Jiangli were wounded in the battle, Su Muhua couldn't use force at all, let alone the others."

Zhu Chengwan patted him on the shoulder, and whispered with a smile, "You don't have to worry, I have gathered Mo Qingqian and Shen Toutuo from Xunhuan Villa, so I let them go this trip. Sir is tired, why don't you sit down?" Have a glass of wine."

Ye Wenyan calmed down from his anger, sat down at the table and patted open the mud from the wine jar, poured two glasses of wine, with a smile on his handsome face, "Borrowing flowers to present Buddha, I wish your highness flying nine days!" ,please!"

In the woods, I slept with Xiaosu tonight, after Bu Liuxing said that he was not afraid of death, a sneer appeared on Lu Jiuleng's lips.

The head of the killing department of Xunhuan Villa, the number one killer in the world, Qianjin Yiming... If such a person looks at you with a murderous intent and sneers, it will definitely not make people very happy.

Bu Liu was taken aback by his expression, stepped back a few steps, hugged the tree trunk tightly, and stared at the people who approached him.

His voice had become hoarse and out of tune. "Ren Qing'er, Ren Motou, what are you going to do to let me go?"

Chuntao looked down at him with a sweet smile, "What did Hero Zhao say? You are used to flirting with flowers. I know and give him a good thing to help Hero Zhao grow up. You don't appreciate it?"

I was on the verge of crying without Liuxing, "Qing'er, count me as wrong, okay, I will never go to Wanhualou to look for Yingying Cuicui, and I will never provoke the Widow Ma..."

Chuntao spoke lightly, "Oh? And the widow horse?"

Bu Liuxing's face turned pale, "Qing'er, I'm just playing around with them, and I'm only sincere to you."

Chuntao laughed, "Sincerely? It's not as good as your two-two meat?" He stretched out his hand to hold Bu Liuxing's already hot lower body, sliding it viciously, "Hero Zhao, do you want it? Please?"

Sweat was already oozing from Bu Liuxing's forehead, and the desire that hadn't been relieved for a long time boiled in those hands, "Qing, Qing'er...you believe me, that day you were punished by thousands of gus for me, and you betrayed and worshiped me." Yuejiao, by the Moon River... vowed never to set foot in Miaojiang again in this life. You see... I remember all of these, and I have not forgotten how good you are to me."

Chun Tao smiled charmingly, "Really, Zhao Daxia is really at this time...he has a particularly good memory, let's go to another place to catch up on the old days."

He picked up the Bulkhead, nodded to Su Muhua and said, "Excuse me, I'll find a place to teach him a lesson."

Su Muhua said with a smile, "We can't let off those who have a bad heart so easily."

Chuntao nodded and said, "Of course not."

The pink robes floated away in the forest, and Bu Liu Xing wailed all the way from afar.

In the twilight night, the forest is intertwined with scattered stars.

Su Muhua's white figure was under the moon, holding a dead branch in his hand, his eyes were thoughtful.

Lu Jiuleng was leaning against the tree trunk, holding a jug in his hand and drinking.The good atmosphere just now was ruined by Bu Liuxing, seeing Su Muhua's eyes regained clarity, Lu Jiuleng couldn't help feeling a little annoyed.

The wind moved the treetops, the leaves fell, and the dead branches in Su Muhua's hands suddenly stabbed out at this moment.Lu Jiu's cold eyes were attracted by him, and the starlight saw the white shadow in the forest, and the ordinary dead branches were as dexterous as a sword in Su Muhua's fingers.Not far away, Wang Yingxiong was lying on the root of a big tree, snoring with his limbs spread out.Wang Xiaochi sat beside him hugging his knees, sleeping very gently.

The night is very quiet, so quiet that you can hear the sound of dead branches splitting the air.

The dead branch in Su Muhua's hand gathered strength, and it made a slight sound when it scratched on the sand...

Sorrowful knowing that the night is long, look up to the audience in the star array.

Three to five bright moons are full, four to five toads and rabbits are missing.

The guest came from afar and left me a note.

The dead branch book has exhausted its strength to the vertical part of the letter, and the sword's intention is so far!Su Muhua shook his head and smiled wryly, feeling disappointed in his heart, "Not yet."

Seeing that the oriole is not proficient in martial arts, but can use its natural tendons to exert a strong attack power, he has been thinking about it for the past few days.At this moment when he saw the stars falling apart, he realized something in his heart, using the dead branches as swords, he incorporated the empty and fragmented sword intent.

— but still not.

The warm chest was pressed against his long back, and the wheat-colored arms were pressed against his cool clothes.

Holding hands, the dead branches continued to paddle on the ground.

The last words are long love, and the next words are farewell for a long time.

The dead branches trembled uncontrollably, until now they were broken into several pieces.

"Jiu Leng", watching with a pair of bright eyes, the night is very quiet and the stars are like water, leaning on Lu Jiu Leng's chest, with unspeakable emotions churning in Su Muhua's heart, he sighed softly.

Hearing that sigh, Lu Jiu's cold and resolute eyes suddenly became deep, he let go of Su Muhua's hand, made him turn around, then reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, and pressed his hot lips to his ear side.

Su Muhua froze slightly, lowered his voice, and jokingly said, "It seems that Daxia Lu is not seriously injured, and he is still so energetic?"

Lu Jiuhan held Su Muhua's hand and made a sword move just now, but now he moved a little more emotionally, and the bandage on his chest was already bleeding.

His face was a little pale, and he called out with a bitter face, "Oh, it really can't be a hero."

With a smile on the corner of Su Muhua's lips, he dexterously touched the man's collar and unbuttoned Lu Jiuhan's shirt.

The man's broad chest was wounded by Murong Lihua Qianshu's sword move, the wheat-colored skin was intertwined with reddish-brown bloodstains.He dipped the golden sore medicine on his fingertips, and when his hands touched the man's skin, it was as if invisible sparks ran along his fingertips, from the palm of his hand, along his arms, all the way to his neck, cheeks...

Su Muhua sighed softly, "I said longing for love, and I said goodbye for a long time."

Lu Jiuhan was looking at Su Muhua's Qingjun silhouette, the night was a little dark, and it seemed that two clusters of scalding flames were burning deep in his eyes.

"Little Su..."

The sharp and piercing sound of the flute sounded at this time, and there were countless rustling sounds in response.

Su Muhua raised his eyes suddenly.

On the fallen leaves piled up in the forest, countless five-flowered long snakes are slowly swimming in. The fragrance of the grass leaves is covered by a disgusting fishy smell, and the starlight seems to be tinged with a strange blood color.

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