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"Arlo, there won't be any snow this winter, and the weather has been fine for a few days. I wonder if the weather will turn cold again in a few days, so you should pay more attention." A sudden sentence sounded like he was about to go on a long trip.

Murong Jing paused for a moment and then continued: "The imperial court has already arranged the matter of passing the throne. Before the passing of the throne, my father asked me to personally go to Beiwan as envoy. I wanted to refuse, but after thinking about it, I just went and settled.

Some things... It has been a few months since Chuxue ascended to God's digit, and the Southern Barbarians have not sent anyone to congratulate them. My father asked me to use this as an excuse to inquire about my whereabouts... At this time, my father did not know that I was not dead, so he insisted on

We are about to attack Beiwan. I have not confessed everything to my father yet.

I must go to Beiwan this time. If I don't go, my father will send someone else to go. Then the situation may be even worse.[

A Luo, you need to wake up quickly. How can I go to Beiwan with peace of mind if you don't wake up?"

Murong Jing frowned.

At this time, Old Man Yao just came out to carry the firewood in, and said casually: "You can go if you want. Don't I have a master to take care of this bad boy?"

"Senior Yao..."

"Can't you trust me?"

"no!"

"Then what are you worried about?"

"I...you old man will always leave at some point..." What he was worried about was that Arlo would wake up or be assassinated at that time.

"Haha, you are worried about this, then I guarantee that this kid will not lose a hair before you come back." What to lose? He is so lively, and he can still be served by this master. Old Yao smiled helplessly and shook his head.

He shook his head and went in again. Speaking of which, he admired his apprentice for being so good at acting, and he looked like a really comatose person.

Murong Jing was grateful.

He said he would go back quickly and arranged for more guards to guard the back mountain.

"Tomorrow I will have people prepare the daily necessities and bring them up." Murong Jing stared at Sima Luo indifferently. Even if he was going to be sent as an envoy to Beiwan, he would have to prepare for a few days. And during these days, he would try to save the remaining evil spirits of the Southern Barbarians.

The Party was completely eliminated. Only in this way could he leave Nanman for a period of time with peace of mind.

He stayed for a while and then moved Arlo back into the house.

After leaving.

Sima Luo woke up again.

At this moment, he was silent, his eyes seemed to be in deep thought, and it was hard to understand what he was thinking.

He climbed up, walked to the kitchen door, half-leaned on the door, and looked at the busy figure of the master.

"Master, I don't want to be the emperor." He said with a hint of resentment.

Old Yao was startled, this kid was a little out of sorts again, so he responded as usual: "I can see it."[

"I wanted to be the emperor before because I couldn't take revenge if I wasn't the emperor. Because if I didn't become the emperor, I would die..." He was a man with hatred in his heart, and he lived until now... Suddenly he didn't want to hate anymore.

"Yes. Master knows." That is the sadness of being a prince. If the prince does not die and his character has not been corrupted, he will not be deposed according to the ancestral teachings of the Southern Barbarians.

"Master, I'm tired of hate..." His tone was a bit coquettish.

"Take a rest when you are tired. There is no one in the world worthy of your hatred."

"Yes. I don't want to forgive that woman... but I heard that she would have died if she had not escaped from the palace. So... I seem to understand it again." After all, after so many years, he has understood what a palace is.

fight.

Old Man Yao stopped what he was doing. He understood who the woman A Luo was talking about was.

"Bad boy, everyone's life is like a book. How to write it is up to you. Whether your book is good or bad mainly depends on your own intentions. It is inevitable that some supporting characters will appear in the process, and

This supporting character also has his own book. You can't manipulate their thoughts, nor can you let them live according to their own ideas. You have to learn to respect, understand, and try to read their books."

Sima Luo froze on the spot in confusion after hearing this.

"Master, what you said today is too profound..."

"Then think about it slowly and explain it later. I also doubt whether you have listened or not."

"I know. Is dinner ready?"

"Hurry, hurry!"

"Master, I just want to be an arrogant disciple, and that's how I plan to write this book!"

"Ouch, what a treasonous person!" Old Man Yao threw a piece of firewood at someone at the door as he was about to throw it into the fire pit!

Someone caught it with a smile. "Master, please come and add firewood."

"He should have helped a long time ago. Bad boy..."
Chapter completed!