Fufeng County City, the mansion in the south of the city.

The atmosphere was quiet, and Dingsong sat cross-legged in the front room, resting in the way of meditation. The sword had not been sheathed and was crossed on his knees. The woman rested in the main room, her eyes slightly closed, and thin sweat oozed from her nose. She obviously was not sleeping peacefully. The memories of the past gradually became clear under the influence of some emotion and reappeared at this time.

It's flame, it's sword.

It is a fierce murderous intention.

Under the burning torches, the mighty palace gates illuminated and the hideous and fearful faces. The black weapons in their hands emitted a cold and quiet cold light, and an unignorable murderous aura, illuminating the heroes of Longxi who were drinking wildly with their necks and thunder all over their bodies.

It also illuminated the clean face.

No official uniform or armor.

Surrounded by the heavy siege, he was still wearing a clean blue Confucian shirt. Even among the swords and weapons, he still looked clean and elegant.

This is the one she calls the Master and the Teacher.

This is a half-grown boy who would be in a hurry to find candy from all over his body to make her happy.

But holding the dragon-slaying dagger in hand, he pushed away the Xuanwu Guard in front of him and walked quickly. A loud shout sounded behind him, asking him to stop. His father, who was ahead, glared at him at that time, shouted coldly.

"You dare to kill the regret!"

"What's the point!"

The boy, who was only seventeen years old, had no fear at all. He stabbed the dagger in his hand directly into his father's heart. Blood gushed out, and black marks were stained on the golden dragon robe.

She was on the side at that time and could see that the originally gentle eyes had changed.

Decisive and direct.

He held the dagger and turned slightly, took a step back, threw the dagger in his hand to the ground, and the clanging sounds. The soldiers fighting around him stopped their movements at this time, looking at the boy in disbelief. The world was silent, and only the boy in blue could see the boy in blue. The half-master bowed to the man in dragon robe who had fallen to the ground, his expression calm and said.

"Please take a step forward."

"I will come later."

"you……"

There was an invisible dragon roar in the world, and it was so terrifying and furious that it danced in the sky. Even the firelight gathered by countless torches dimmed. In her frightened gaze, there seemed to be a long dragon crying and roaring into the body of the 17 or 18-year-old boy in front of her.

The warm eyes gradually dissipated their original brilliance.

My temples gradually turned gray, and it seemed that they had reached the age of dying and remnant in an instant.

But his back was still straight and his face was still calm.

Turning around, bowing, and saluting deeply to her second uncle.

"I am afraid of the crime."

"ah!"

Li Wanshun woke up from the nightmare again, her eyes were full of panic, and she suddenly sat up and breathed rapidly. When she saw the decoration with a very Fufeng style, she came back to her senses and realized that she was no longer in Tianjing, nor in the palace that was more than ten years ago.

Naturally, there was no thunder roar in front of me.

There was never a face that looked clean and calm, but had sharp eyebrows and eyes as sharp as swords.

Looking back at the time, although it was a cool night, my clothes were wet, my heart beat faster, and my sleepiness had completely disappeared. The woman sat on the bed, calmed down, walked out of the bed, wearing a moon-white silk coat, with black hair loose, hanging behind her back,

Half of the face is as soft as a fairy in Yaochi, while the other half is soft in outline, but it is covered with a light-colored gold-painted mask. The exposed pupils are not black, but the color is like jade.

The woman sat at the table and poured herself a cup of tea.

Even though this incident has been nearly twenty years, every time I dream of it at midnight, I always feel shocked and unable to suppress myself.

Who would have thought that the prince who was becoming more and more favored and ascended the throne after the New Year would be assassinated on the spot before going to the palace for a family banquet after the sacrifice to the moon.

The situation back then was turned upside down.

The root of the matter is just because of a scholar who has no power to tie a chicken.

The woman hugged the teacup with her hands and fingers. The coolness was almost penetrated through the delicate porcelain cup. She couldn't help but recall the Fufeng Bookkeeper who said that Yu Wen Qingzhu said.

Wearing in blue.

His eyebrows are not as handsome as ever, but they are very clean.

The most important point is that the surname is king, and one thought is calm.

Is it your son?

Master Wang.

The teeth bit on the lips, and some blood oozed out, slid down the face, shocking.

…………………………………

The Imperial Palace in Tianjing.

In the imperial study, His Majesty the Emperor of the Great Qin Empire was still reading memorials. In the Mid-Autumn Festival, in addition to celebrating with the people, the royal family also had to prepare for the ceremony of the sacrificial moon, and there were many things to be busy with.

Fortunately, he was born on horseback and had already entered the army to train at the age of thirteen. He once stepped on the hinterland of the enemy country and took enemy generals in formation. He was also involved in the Qin Dynasty. After ascending the throne, even if his martial arts were abandoned, he was still a real fourth-grade warrior.

It can still hold on.

He processed some memorials again, and the eunuch who had served him for a long time brought a ginseng soup.

The eunuch, who was no longer young, took the empty bowl, looked at the little tired look on the emperor's face, and whispered:

"Your Majesty, it's late at night. Why not take a break earlier today?"

The emperor moved his stiff muscles and said:

"No need...you go back."

The eunuch dared not respond, whispered, lowered his palms, and walked out of the imperial study room softly.

A moment later, he was the only one left in the study room. The man looked up at the window, saw the bright moon in the sky, saw the clouds gathered and dispersed, his expression was a little dazed, and said:

"It's Mid-Autumn Festival..."

Silenced for a moment, sighed:

"If I had a moment of leisure in the past, I could not steal it at this time... I could not steal it, after all, I agreed to someone."

Shaking his head, he held back his impatience in his heart and looked at the cliché memorials.

Seventeen years ago.

“…I’m leaving.”

At that time, he had been named the crown prince and looked at his friend. He killed the crown prince and assassinated the crown prince. He was retaliated by the dragon energy of the world. He had no cultivation. His vitality was like a candle in the wind. He would die soon. He was silent and said:

"Stay here, I will find you the best doctor."

The white-haired boy sneered, turned around, looked at him with disdain, and said:

"Save your own brother-killing enemy?"

"You...be careful."

"You are much better than your brothers. The Qin Dynasty has not yet stabilized. Tubo and the Huns, pretend to be grandson and grandson. In the end, it will be more fierce."

"The temporary humiliation is unhindered, and the people of the world and the conclusion of the historical books only depend on the results."

The voice fell silent.

The Confucian scholar in blue shirt looked at him, breathed out, and said softly:

"After today, you and I won't have to meet again."

"At this point, I am obsessed with the principles in books, and have not yet experienced the beauty of the world. Now I am dying. I have seen more than a look at the scenery in this world, otherwise it would be a pity?"

The voice paused slightly, and then shook his head and sighed, saying:

"However, I always feel that even if I live to the age of eighty, I will always be a pity and regret when I die. It seems that I have never practiced martial arts or confessed my feelings to the girl I like..."

"But even if you regret it, what's the use?"

"After all, I did make a decision carefully at that time. Although I felt regretful at this point in my life, I would not feel any regret. If I did it again, I would probably make the same choice."

"I hope you can, too."

The prince at that time didn't know how he responded to these words, but only remembered that it seemed that he had been talking for a long time. The Confucian scholar also set off and left. Before leaving, he said to him:

"No need to send it. Just don't forget the three things I promised me."

"...I'll wait for your answer under the three-foot-foot-old fountain."

He waved his hand, turned around and walked outside, never looking back.

He reached out to try to keep him, but he couldn't speak. He could only watch the figure walking further and further away, the blue shirt and white hair gradually disappeared, and the Longxi hero glared at him coldly, holding the back collar of the Confucian scholar, letting him struggle with his teeth and claws, throwing him on the horse's back and driving him away.

He wanted to chase after him.

But this majestic dragon robe seemed to have frozen his body, making him unable to move, and allowed him to maintain the majesty that the crown prince should have, standing in the palace with his hands behind his back, watching his friends leave.

At that time, he truly felt the cold distance.

The emperor looked dazed and came to his senses. Looking at his memorials, what he had experienced seventeen years ago, he was vivid in his mind and laughed in a low voice:

"Hey, three things..."

"Let the people in the world eat full, wear warm clothes and live well."

"Your tone is as big as ever, are you counting three things?"

"Just like your best-selling dish in the world."

"I really believe in your evil spirit!"
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