Pick up a prince to get married

As night fell, the lights dimmed.

In Shen Congming's room, it was rare that he hadn't rested yet. He held up the button on his hand, and under the light of the candle, the touch of red beans was more conspicuous.

The small box was put aside, and Shen Congming put down the button, and took out the paper pressed underneath from the brocade box.A poem was written on the paper:

Red beans are born in the southern country,

A few sprigs in spring.

May you pick more Jie,

This thing is the most Acacia.

This poem is naturally true for him. It is a thoughtful poem. What he doesn't understand is why Shangguan Que gave him such two things?

A red bean button, a red bean poem.

If there is anything else on these two things, Shen Congming has tried it. It is a letter in black and white and an ordinary red bean button.

Why did Shangguan Que give it to him?

He was still thinking hard under the light, looking at these two things with a frown, could there be something else that he didn't discover?It shouldn't be...

Suddenly, the residual fragrance wafted up, and a figure appeared.

"What's the matter?" Shen Congming asked.

Shangguan Que was lying on the bed, looking ready to take a rest, "I just guessed that it's almost time, and Xiao Wu should deliver the things to the junior uncle, so I want to see if the junior uncle likes it."

As soon as he said that Shen Congming understood, he held up the red bean button and the poem and looked at Shangguan Que, "I have received the item, but what does it mean? But is there any other unspeakable secret on these two items? How to open it?"

Shangguan Que didn't expect that his simple poem would make Shen Congming think of this, but it doesn't seem surprising?

If he clearly understands what he means, is this still Shen Congming?

"This is a return gift, didn't my little uncle give me a jade pendant?" He said and took out the jade pendant from before him.

The emperor's bedroom was brightly lit, and the jade pendant in his hand was very clearly illuminated, "I heard from Xiao Wu that this was made by my uncle himself, and I like it very much, so I returned it as a gift to my uncle. I seem to be sorry for my little uncle's jade pendant, so I made a button myself, my handwork is too poor, so I can only choose a simple one, does my little uncle like it?"

There was a deep smile on the young man's face, and he held the jade pendant with a little pride.

Shen Congming didn't expect that giving him a jade pendant could make him so happy, but it's always good to give a gift to make others happy, "As long as you like it. This button is okay. What does this poem mean?"

The buttons are not particularly delicate, but they are intentional, so the edges are very rounded.

"Poetry? Naturally, I added it because I thought it fit my heart and poem. Don't you think this poem goes well with this red bean buckle? It also coincides with how I miss my uncle. Could it be, my little brother?" Uncle Master doesn't like it?"

He has become thicker-skinned in recent days, and when he said this, he could still have an aggrieved expression. In fact, his heart almost jumped out.He was afraid that Shen Congming would see through his little thoughts, and couldn't help but want to use this method to test him.

The young man who fell in love with someone for the first time felt that he couldn't control his actions at all, just like knowing that the residual fragrance was precious, but still couldn't help but use it to chat with Shen Congming.

He wanted to see this person from time to time, and even more wanted to express his heart to this person, and knew that after expressing his heart, this person would definitely leave, so he could only use this method to satisfy the little joy in his heart.

Shen Congming shook his head. He didn't mean to dislike it, nor did he mean to like it. He just thought that since it was just an ordinary gift, he should keep it well.

He put the button and the poem together into the brocade box, and then put it on the cabinet.

Shangguan Que was still a bit disappointed after all, but he cheered up, "About this peace treaty between the two countries..."

He told Shen Congming the ins and outs of the signing process, and Shen Congming tapped his fingers on the table, not as vicious as Shang Guanque guessed, but nodded after thinking, "Your ideas are not wrong, each has a different position, that's all. And who decides what is right? The situation on the Northern Qiang side has also changed, and Beisu Qiluo has returned."

Shangguan Que nodded, it was time for Beisu Qiluo to return to Beiqiang.

"The matter of the Evil Paradise epidemic can't let the Northern Qiang nation idle. I have already understood the purpose of the Lord of Evil Paradise coming to the Northern Qiang, and it has no effect on the overall situation. You don't have to care about it. What you need to care about is how to solve the epidemic. Destroy the Lord of Evil Heaven."

These words were beyond Shangguan Que's expectation. Why didn't the junior master tell him the purpose of the Lord of Evil Heaven's visit to Beiqiang?Even if it's not important, let's talk about it, why hide it from him?

It's just that Shen Congming didn't want to tell the truth, so he didn't want to ask, he could check it himself, "The water quality of Donglu has been checked, and there is no trace of medicinal properties. My blood has also been tested, and there is no result yet. The poison hasn't exploded yet, in theory, it's time for men to wait, why doesn't he detonate it?"

Regarding this question, Shen Congming pondered for a moment, and then said, "Maybe... I got stuck."

Shangguan Que raised his eyebrows. Is there anyone in this world who can hold back the Lord of Evil Heaven?Soon, he thought of the lonely figure of the swordsman in white, and his mighty record of being able to empty the warehouse of the evil heaven with a single sword.

Well, if it's him, it seems...it can be done.

"Even if the lord of the evil heaven is strong, he is still a person after all. He can only serve as an introduction to throw such a large-scale epidemic poison on everyone. If he wants to detonate it, he will have to risk his life. The swordsman in white will not Seeing him commit suicide, that's why he was willing to help us at the beginning, at least, we did hold back the pace of the Lord of Sin Heaven a little bit."

But all they can do is hold back a little bit.

"Could it be that the white-clothed swordsman held back the evil Lord of Heaven, so that this disaster can disappear?" Shangguan Que asked. If so, he really hoped that the white-clothed swordsman would have such a great influence on men.

But Shen Congming shook his head, "Your idea is really naive. If the white-clothed swordsman in the past still had this ability, the current white-clothed swordsman is gone."

This made Shangguan Que puzzled, "Why?"

"He and the Lord of Evil Heaven are in the relationship of a puppet and a manipulator. In theory, even if the Lord of Evil Heaven dies, the swordsman in white cannot live. The way the white-clothed swordsman survived, so he cut off the relationship between the two. Now even if he dies, the white-clothed swordsman can live on, or rely on his immortal body to live forever. The current white-clothed swordsman can no longer hold him back .”

In the past, it was him who died, and the white-clothed swordsman died, so more or less men still regretted their lives, but now, it is different.

How long can the swordsman in white delay the man?

Shen Congming didn't know about this issue, nor did the white-clothed swordsman himself.

He came to Beiqiang just by feeling. Although the man cut off the induction between them, he still came here by instinct.

He knew that there were men's shikigami in the Three Kingdoms, and those shikigami would bring his news to men, but he didn't know that men had already placed surveillance on him, so when he stepped into Beiqiang, men already knew of his arrival.

Just don't want to see each other.

It's just that he underestimated the persistence of the swordsman in white.

The white-clothed swordsman has been sitting on a bluestone in a forest since he arrived in Beiqiang.

He knew that the man must know that he was coming, so he was waiting, waiting for him to see him, or, he was here all the time.

It started to rain, and it gradually turned into a torrential rain. He sat motionless on the bluestone, even though the torrential rain was heavy, he did not waver at all.

The man in the main hall who was feeling the same torrential rain sighed for some reason. He didn't understand where this persistence came from.

He lifted the top of the main hall, and the heavy rain rushed in. He didn't hide, but felt the same rain as his puppet felt. He found that the rain looked heavy and urgent, but there was no pain at all.

The man's seat was soaked by the rain, and the gorgeous blanket on it also became messy at this time.

The raindrops approached the wine glass and jug next to it, and the man picked up the jug and poured it into his mouth.

There is an indescribable taste between the rain and the wine. If it must be said, it may be called astringent.

The white-clothed swordsman over there was still sitting on the bluestone, his sword was stuck aside, his body was soaked by the rain, he himself, suddenly, was speechless.

Finally, one day after the rainstorm, the rain in front of him stopped.

He raised his sword, and when he turned around, there was a person holding an umbrella.

The man was a little amused seeing this scene, it was a kind passerby, "Master, it's raining so hard, go home quickly."

The passer-by specially took an umbrella to the swordsman in white, and then ran back home by himself.

The swordsman in white looked at the umbrella stuffed into his hand, momentarily at a loss.

"In your life, you will meet many different people in the future. This is just one of them. One of them, Bai Yi, my servant, do you understand?" the man said in the hall.

His body is already fully healed, and this mere rain will not hurt him.

In the woods, the white-clothed swordsman let go of his hand and the umbrella fell to the ground. He continued to stick to the bluestone and continued his persistence.

The man chuckled, did he choose to paint the ground as a prison?

He moved his fingertips, and then.

There was no rain dripping beside the swordsman in white. This time, the person holding the umbrella was the one he was waiting for.

The white-clothed swordsman drew out his long sword, and pointed the tip of the sword at the smiling man, "Let's make a move."

"You want to kill God." The man said with a smile, "This is a very bad thing, God doesn't want you to do this."

As if he didn't see the long sword on his neck, he walked towards the white-clothed swordsman step by step. Blood was wiped from his neck, staining the edge of the long sword red, and was washed to the ground by the rain.

The white-clothed swordsman remained motionless like a statue, "Rather than letting you die by someone else's hands, it's better to let you die by my hands. This is my last concession, let's make a move."

A sword cry echoed faintly.