When the taxi stopped in front of the sanatorium, the fiery sunset had disappeared, and the icy chill was enveloped by the night. He got out of the car, quietly looked at the warm lights in the sanatorium in front of him, and stayed there,

It's like falling into a memory.

On the bustling street, dense traffic flowed by. He stood quietly, facing the direction of the sanatorium a little tired and confused, like a travel-traveled passerby.

I can't tell you exactly why I came here. It was just an instinctive reaction. When I got the news about her, I didn't think about it, didn't hesitate, and didn't make a choice.

I wanted to come, so I came.

The East Palace is different from Kunlun City.

Li Tianlan is also different from Gu Xingyun.

So he knew very well that he couldn't just watch silently like before. If he didn't want to lose again, he could only try his best to fight for it.

The surging memories are like a surging tide carrying unrivaled power in the night.

That kind of power held him firmly here, and all the pictures in his mind were like a long, illusory past.

Scenes from the past flickered silently.

He laughed.

The clearest thing in his memory is not the first meeting between him and her, nor the lingering entanglement that they had been close to several times but finally far away from, but that cold winter, in that gloomy palace, in front of countless people, she

Floating quietly on the beams of the bedroom.

Wearing a plain white dress, a simple wooden hairpin, without any extra decoration, and facing the sky, on a most ordinary day, at an ordinary time, she quietly hanged herself in the bedroom.

.

So quiet, so indifferent.

On that day of that year, her figure swayed before his eyes, like a sharp knife, piercing the flesh, chest, and heart, seeming to tear his whole body into countless bloody pieces.

In my memory, it was a tragic world that could no longer be described as tragic.

Some families were broken up, some were separated from their wives, some were betrayed, and some died without a complete body. One after another, people who stood at the top fell down with endless glory and scenery. Now when I think about it again, no one can escape intact, and memories are filled with them.

It was all about death, blood, and betrayal, and each one came to a desolate end, leaving the scene miserably. Those who died could not rest in peace, and those who lived were worse than dead. It was an era full of darkness and cold tones.

As a survivor of that era, he was undoubtedly lucky.

Lucky enough to watch his beloved woman die in someone else's bedroom.

Fortunately, he watched his beloved father dig out his heart with his own hands.

I was lucky enough to see that everything I had and worked for was easily crushed into dust under the general trend.

How lucky?

The luckiest thing is that he is still alive and has the opportunity to change everything.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the overflowing thoughts bit by bit, moved forward slowly, took out his cell phone and made a call.

The call was answered quickly.

The saint's voice sounded somewhat surprised: "Yu on the river?"

"I am honored that my name can appear in His Highness's address book."

Jiang Shangyu chuckled softly.

The saint remained calm, calmed down his emotions, and said calmly: "What do you want from me?"

No matter how low-key Jiang Shangyu is, no one dares to say that Jiang Shangyu is a little person.

Overnight, he went from the realm of burning fire to half-invincible, and reached the sky in one step.

One of the most dazzling young people in Zhongzhou today, the son of Jiang Shan.

General of the Military Department and former deputy commander of the Snow Dance Corps.

Regardless of his identity, no one would think that he was a small person. The saints would naturally write down his contact information. Not only him, but the name Jiang Shangyu was also marked as an important person even in Li Huacheng's address book.

"I'm at the entrance of Youzhou Sanatorium."

Jiang Shangyu's smile was gentle. Under the night, it was a smile that made people feel warm just looking at it: "I want to go in and visit Ms. Li Xi, um, and Qingcheng..."

During the call, the saint was silent for a moment.

"If His Highness wants to report to His Majesty Li Tianlan, I can wait."

Jiang Shangyu said calmly, his posture was neither high nor low, and when he talked about Li Tianlan, he naturally used the title "Your Majesty" so that no one could feel the slightest malice.

Jiang Shangyu has always been a little strange about his position.

After the chaos in the Snow Country, his declaration that his wings were hardened was undoubtedly tantamount to officially parting ways with Kunlun City.

Similarly, his relationship with the Beihai Wang family is not good either.

My relationship with Li Tianlan is even more average.

No one in Zhongzhou would ignore the existence of Jiang Shangyu, but seriously speaking, it seems that no one really regards him as an enemy.

The saints were not very sure about their relationship with Jiang Shangyu for a while. The major forces, including the Eastern Palace, might be wary of him, but when it came to hostility, it seemed that there was not much to say, even after today's events in Northern Xinjiang.

It was still the same after the incident. The sanatorium was not a forbidden place. Jiang Shangyu wanted to come in to visit Li Xi. He followed the normal procedure and said hello to the saint. The saint could not find any reason to refuse.

"unnecessary."

The saint said slowly: "I will say hello to the guard, you can register and just come in."

"Thanks."

Jiang Shangyu smiled and hung up the phone.

Registration is very simple, and entering the nursing home is even smoother.

Walking through the tree-lined path in front of the sanatorium, at the end of the road, the military advisor was standing there quietly. When he saw Jiang Shangyu approaching, he nodded slightly: "I asked Li Xi."

The saint said calmly: "She agreed to see you."

Jiang Shangyu smiled and said, "Thank you."

The saint turned around and led the way. After taking two steps, he suddenly asked:

"Do you know what happened in Northern Xinjiang?"

"I know."

Jiang Shangyu nodded matter-of-factly: "Huang Tong made such a fuss that he deserved his death. His Majesty Donghuang did a beautiful job. In fact, before I came, my father asked me to say thank you to His Majesty."

Even before the blockade, Huang Tong's military rank was only the same as Jiang Shangyu's. Now with his death, the military has confirmed his treason, so he will naturally not be polite when talking about Huang Tong.

"Thanks?"

The saint repeated: "Thank you..."

His tone was a little playful and a little sinister: "Indeed, it is necessary for the congressman to say thank you to His Majesty."

"If His Majesty is in a nursing home, I will tell him face to face."

Jiang Shangyu's smile did not change.

The saint looked at him deeply, narrowed his eyes, and suddenly asked: "Is this what the congressman meant?"

"I don't know what you mean."

Jiang Shangyu said with a smile.

"You, the Jiang family, want to conquer Northern Xinjiang in one go. You are very ambitious, but have you never considered the problem of not being able to eat it?"

The saint is still calm.

If he was facing Jiang Shan, no matter how well-educated the saint was, he would inevitably mock him, but when facing Jiang Shangyu, he had no such idea at all.

This may also be the characteristic of Jiangshangyu.

He has also been arrogant and domineering, but on some sensitive matters, he has always been able to infinitely reduce his sense of existence to a level where he is not noticeable at all.

"We never consider problems that don't exist."

The sound of rain on the river is soft, and there are needles hidden in the cotton.

In other words, there is no possibility of not being able to conquer Northern Xinjiang?

The saint raised his eyebrows and said in a low voice: "I have been thinking about it for a while, but I still can't figure out who you can rely on behind you. If you don't have a strong enough backer, even if the Jiang family can barely conquer Northern Xinjiang now, sooner or later

They will also spit it out. It is impossible for the parliament to keep Northern Xinjiang in this state for a long time, and His Majesty does not want to see this situation. When the time comes, what will you do to stop it? In other words, what will the backers behind you do to stop it? "

"It is certain that Zhongzhou does not like to see the current situation, but the situation in northern Xinjiang is sensitive, and the parliament does need someone who can handle various matters in an all-round way, and in a short period of time, Zhongzhou's eyes are destined to focus on His Majesty Li Tianlan and

Chen Fangqing may be adding another ancient saying. Compared with Northern Xinjiang, this is the most important thing. The parliament cannot take care of us in a short time. This precious time is what we want to fight for.

Only with time can we make arrangements.”

Jiang Shangyu's confession was a bit surprising. He smiled and suddenly said: "Your Highness, what do you think of the game between the Eastern Palace, the Beihai Wang Family, the Prince Group and the Special War Group?"

The saint was stunned for a moment, then laughed a little weirdly: "Game? Is the special operations group still qualified to participate in the game?"

Jiang Shangyu was dumbfounded for a while, then he laughed and said: "Indeed, after today's incident, Gu Xingyun's prestige has fallen to the bottom, and the special warfare group has almost been eliminated."

Gu Xingyun's failure undoubtedly had extremely serious consequences, but what was even more serious was that he lost to the rising Li Tianlan when the special operations group was caught in a treasonous storm.
To be continued...