Under the fine spring rain, Zhu Bo'an took a few followers to ride horses from Taibaiju. When the journey was halfway through, the spring rain was a little more intense. Even if he was wearing a straw raincoat, he still felt a slight chill on his body. Zhu Bo'an didn't know what he was planning in his heart. He relaxed the reins slightly, and the horse under his crotch sniffed in a psychic way, slowly relaxed his pace.

Zhu Boan loosened the reins with his left hand, stretched out his white and slender palms and gently pushed the hat on his forehead, and raised his head to receive the baptism of the spring rain, looking intoxicated and didn't know what he was thinking.

The seven-eight riding skills that followed Zhu Bo'an were also very exquisite. The moment Zhu Bo'an relaxed the horse speed, the seven-eight riding horse speed almost decreased at the same time. The seven-eight people's faces were solemn and even a little dull. Only a thin middle-aged man flashed a little spiritual in his eyes, his face was also slightly delicate, his lips were slightly thin, his nose was high and straight, and his every move showed his heroic spirit.

Zhu Boan enjoyed the baptism of spring rain in the middle of the spacious road. His face, which was originally as hard as a sculpture, was hit by the fine spring rain, adding a few traces of humanized aura. After a long time, he lowered his head and sighed softly at the rain curtain in front of him.

The thin middle-aged man slightly drove his horse to fight under his crotch and took two steps forward, one step ahead of others, but half a horse position behind Zhu Bo'an. When he saw this sensible and casual manner, he could tell that this was a smart person.

The middle-aged man smiled and accompanied Zhu Bo'an, but he did not speak first.

Zhu Boan naturally knew the strange temper of his number one aide, so he moved his neck slightly and uttered a line of sharp words in the rain: "Fuan, you say, what is my cheap nephew's chance of winning?"

Fu'an is a little joyful, but also a little vulgar. It is naturally a joyful thing to appear in the children of ordinary people, but it is a bit out of place when it comes to Zhu Bo'an's number one aide.

After hearing Zhu Bo'an's inquiry, the man, smiled unexpectedly, owed his body and replied in a low voice: "The general's family affairs, my subordinates dare not speak nonsense."

Zhu Boan smiled rarely. He naturally knew that although Fu'an was unparalleled, his courage was more than ten times stronger than his talent. Whenever he involved key issues, there were always amazing words. Sometimes his words could be said to be a rebellious person. After suffering a few losses, Fu'an also learned to be smart. This can be seen from his behavior just now.

Zhu Bo'an looked around. Perhaps because it was raining, there were not many pedestrians on the street. There were occasionally a sedan chair passing by. I don't know if it was Huang Zi Gonggong or the descendants sitting inside.

However, when these sedan chairs faced Zhu Boan's rare horse riders, they took a detour in a tacit way. They neither stepped forward to greet them nor dared to walk side by side with them.

If a person does this in a sedan chair, there can be said that there is a special reason inside. However, when all sedan chairs choose this method, then this neat avoidance reveals a strange feeling inside.

However, Zhu Boan was called the God of Daqian Army by Emperor Zhao Heng. The God of Killing in the world is naturally the character of "I will go even if I have thousands of people." Such a small scene naturally could not cause any turmoil in the heart of this God of Daqian Army. He just raised his hand and rubbed his neck gently, and his tone was still cold: "There is no one on the road, but it's okay to say it."

Fu'an bowed slightly, his expression and concentration, "In theory, it can be more than 80%."

Zhu Boan was unmoved: "I don't want to listen to words according to reason. I have heard these words from others many times. Now I ask you, of course I am just trying to hear some words from you who are not speaking according to reason."

The war horse stepped on the bluestone slab and made a crisp sound of knocking, mixed with the drizzle of spring rain, adding a bit of heavy flavor to this already heavy topic out of thin air.

Fu'an's expression was a little more serious: "Many things in this world are not based on the principle. No matter from which perspective, the prince's hands have the most resources. However, since ancient times, the battle for the throne has not yet settled, no one can tell how many trump cards the other party has in his hands. Now, the prince's trump cards are known by his subordinates. However, although the eldest prince and the sixth prince seem to be about to extinguish, the remaining warmth of the bonfire is still there, especially the sixth prince. He was too close to Gu Xianfo before. According to Gu Xiang's virtue before, if he did not leave dozens of secret tricks for Gu Xianfo, his subordinates would not believe it if he beat him to death, so..."

Zhu Bo'an's expression was cold and he slowly said, "So, even if the prince has many resources to use, even if Gu Xiang has been there for so many days, even if Gu Xianfo has been forced to go to Xiliang, as long as the word Gu Xiang is mentioned, all possibilities will become unknown again?"

Zhu Boan raised his head and stared at the fine drizzle between the sky and the earth, feeling a little sad: "Even if you can still respect and fear the whole world with your own strength after death, you may only be Gu Xiang."

Fu'an originally had a cynical expression. When he talked about this topic, he had some hope and yearning in it. He murmured to himself: "Yes, Gu Xiang was the first literati in the world before he was alive, and within thirty years after his death, he will definitely be the first literati. Even if he goes, his remaining power will be very strong."

Zhu Bo'an turned his head to look at Fu'an, and his tone was a little playful: "Fu'an, more than ten years ago, you followed Gu Xiang's horse and horse. Among the old people who are still alive, you were close to Gu Xiang back then. Although you took the initiative to find me and join me eight years ago, I still don't know why you gave up your bright future back then, putting on the good and ready-made glory and wealth, and running towards my cold north?"

Fu'an lowered his head and was silent for a long time. Just when Zhu Bo'an thought that the counselor was asleep, Fu'an finally raised his head and said softly: "I'm afraid the general will not believe the reason for this."

Zhu Bo'an had a blank expression on his face: "You don't even say it, why do you know I don't believe it?"

Fu'an smiled bitterly: "I followed Gu Xiang back then, and it seemed to be incredible, but only I knew that I was just a shadow of Gu Xiang. Whether it was Fu'an or Gui'an, as long as Gu Xiang was willing, he would be able to change a new one immediately."

Zhu Boan was slightly stunned and asked, "Gu Xiang's shadow?"

Fu'an sighed softly: "If he doesn't bow his head, he will never see me."
Chapter completed!