"Probably, that is"

The emperor's straight back relaxed and he leaned behind the desk, looking at the mountain and river seals on the desk in trance.

Back then, when I, Wu Ren, Fu Zhiyue and others were studying together in the Imperial College, we were close friends who talked about everything.

Let’s talk freely about our ideals and ambitions, and let’s complain about the unclear government affairs.

The three of them had agreed to ascend the throne one day, so they assisted in clearing out the court controlled by this aristocratic family.

Unexpectedly, before he could ascend the throne, Wu Ren was ordered to lead the army in Western Xinjiang.

After he ascended the throne, Fu Zhiyue also went to Eastern Xinjiang. After being recommended by Xu Fengfeng, he became the deputy general of Zhendong Marquis at that time.

When the Marquis of Zhendong passed away, he was recommended by Xu Xiangfeng, and Fu Zhiyue took over the position of Marquis of Zhendong.

My former friends now don’t know who my heart is towards.

Wu Ren can probably be trusted.

Although the Yan family rejected the imperial court's intervention in the affairs of Western Xinjiang, they always adhered to the contract between the five families and were still able to entrust Wu Ren, who was sent by the imperial court, with important responsibilities.

Soldiers under sincere people are always simpler than those elsewhere, not to mention that Wu Ren is not someone who likes to plan.

There are not many people he can trust now.

Compared to those who didn't know the basics, Wu Ren was much better.

The six guards of the capital were handed over to Wu Ren just as a precaution.

If possible, he hoped that the imperial edict he left to Meng Shulan would never take effect.

It’s just that things are unpredictable, and no one can determine the final outcome until the dust settles.

The dim sunset fell from the window and filled the hall. Light and darkness intertwined, weaving everything in the hall into an ancient picture with old silk threads.

The emperor tilted his head in the dim light and saw the setting sun outside the window like fire.

Under the setting sun, the desert is vast and boundless.

Rolling heat waves are steaming on the sandy ground, distorting the Gobi desert illuminated by the remaining light.

It's June, and the temperature in the desert of Western Xinjiang is already frighteningly high during the day, but at night it's as cold as winter.

Meng Shulan walked up the steps, stepping on the shadow of the battlements cast by the afterglow.

When I climbed up to the city tower, I immediately saw the man leaning on the battlements and watching the setting sun in the distance.

The fiery sunset fell on her body, coating her with a layer of gold, blurring her slightly sharp eyebrows and adding a bit of softness.

The scattered black hair was ruffled by the desert wind and sand, but the person looking from a distance was not moved at all, as if there was something magical in the distant sand dunes and desert that attracted all her attention.

"looking at what?"

Meng Shulan walked slowly behind Yan Qing, shook off the cloak in her hand, and put it on her thin shoulders, "It's cold at night and your injury is just a little bit better. Don't stand in the tower for a long time."

"If I leave this time, I'm afraid I won't be able to see this lonely smoke in the desert again."

Yan Qing gathered the cloak on his shoulders, but said, "It's just a minor injury, it has been healed long ago. I grew up in this desert since I was a child, and I practiced martial arts diligently, so the cold wind won't hinder anything. But you

…”

As he said that, Yan Qing turned his head, looked at Meng Shulan's slightly thin clothes, and frowned slightly, "Although the previous poison has been cured, the body has suffered a lot. You need to be careful not to catch the cold again."

Meng Shulan replied with a smile as she said: "I have been here in the frontier for four or five years. My martial arts is not very advanced, but it is enough to strengthen my body. The wind and cold will not hinder me."

After that, he put his hands on the battlements and followed Yan Qing's example, looking towards the boundless desert, but his peripheral vision always fell on the people beside him.

Seeing that Yan Qing was not amused by his joke and was always staring at him with a frown, Meng Shulan's fingers on the battlements were slightly bent, sweat dripping from her palms, but she turned around and said with a brisk smile: "My poison has been cured."

It has been more than a month since Mr. Mu nursed me back, and now I am in great condition. Even Mr. Mu said that I am as strong as an ox now."

With that said, Meng Shulan, as if to prove it, took two steps back and took a stance, "If you don't believe it, let's make two moves? I definitely can't beat you."

Meng Shulan said funny words and carefully looked at Yan Qing, who looked cold and solemn under the remaining afterglow, and the palms of his fists were wet.

"Meng Shulan, I should have told you not to put yourself in danger."

The setting sun has completely sunk below the horizon, and when the cold wind blows, the sky is covered with wind and sand, scratching people's exposed skin.

The cold voice was low, but the words were clear. As the blowing wind and sand fell into the ears, it seemed to scratch the bottom of the heart.

Thinking of the time when he was unconscious, the person in front of him whispered a plaintive voice to stay in his ear, Meng Shulan's flattering smile fell, her eyes were half closed, like a child who had done something wrong.

"sorry."

Meng Shulan stopped her posture, stood up straight, lowered her eyes and apologized. After a brief silence, she turned her head away and avoided Yan Qing's gaze, looking at the boundless dusk with a low voice, "But if I never

, I will probably still do that.”

Yan Qing's eyebrows were furrowed and his thin lips pursed tightly. He knew in his heart that Meng Shulan's decision was the right one, but he still felt nameless anger because of his words.

Yan Qing was silent, but Meng Shulan suddenly turned around, looked at Yan Qing with a smile, and said, "Aqing, do you know? Before this battle, I never thought that one day I would defend my family and the country.

And almost lost his life."

Yan Qing did not answer, but looked at him solemnly.

Those slightly narrow red phoenix eyes reflected the firelight on the tower, but were covered with a thin layer of shimmer, like a scene of stars.

My own shadow is reflected in the middle of the galaxy, dull and indifferent.

She probably guessed what Meng Shulan wanted to say.

He has a free and easy temper, and seems to be gentle, affectionate and righteous, but inside he is cold.

My brother once said that Meng Shulan was heartless. He only cared about what he cared about, but he could risk everything for what he cared about.

"I don't care about my family and the country, nor do I have any righteousness in the world. I am a businessman, and I only care about profits. The principle of a businessman is that you only want to make money with others, and you should not pay with your heart, otherwise you will lose everything."

Meng Shulan said slowly, about the self that was deeply hidden by her, "If I hadn't met you, I would probably have become a very good businessman. Just like the ancestors of the Meng family, they guarded the wealth of the country and traveled around the world.

In between, he can deal with the dignitaries of various countries, or he can spend his whole life idle."

"That was my ideal life."

Meng Shulan smiled, with a bit of ridicule, "Doesn't it sound very philistine?"

"Everyone in this world has his own aspirations."

Yan Qingdao said, "For profit, reputation, or for others or yourself, as long as you don't do anything that is harmful to nature or contrary to morality, being selfish is not a bad thing."

Meng Shulan was startled, and then smiled: "It's obviously a fallacy, how can it come out of your mouth and make people think it's reasonable?"

"This is the truth."
Chapter completed!