"This medicinal diet will lose some of its efficacy when it gets cold. Yue'er is young and weak. Don't let your sister Rong's wishes go down." Concubine Yan smiled and leaned down, closing Yue'er's clothes.
Cover the exposed skin of her neck.
Yue'er nodded obediently, "Mother, then Yue'er went with Sister Rong."
"Go ahead, don't let the medicinal food get cold." Concubine Yan smiled and watched Duanmu Rong and Yue'er leave. The smile on her face immediately dissipated, and a chill spread out from her body. She turned to look at the side hall in the southwest.
tiles.
"You came."
Three short words, but there are several emotions mixed in them.
"Yes, I always keep my promise. I promised Mr. Dongjun to come back in one month, so I will come in one month. I wonder if Mr. Dongjun keeps his promise?"
Jing Zhou chuckled lightly and landed next to Concubine Yan.
Veins appeared on Concubine Yan's hands under her sleeves, and her true energy flowed erratically. After a few breaths, she took a deep breath, loosened her hands, and sighed: "What other choice do I have?"
"Ah haha, it seems that Mr. Dongjun has no choice." Jingzhou stretched his body and said: "Although there is no danger of life here, you will not be free. But as long as you are alive, there is always a glimmer of hope."
Concubine Yan raised her head, looked at the thick clouds in the sky, and said quietly: "Yes, as long as he doesn't let go, what can I do? He is a god, and who can disobey his will?"
Following Yan Fei's words, her body changed. Her original palace attire had disappeared, and was replaced by a long dark gold dress embroidered with a three-legged golden crow.
Jing Zhou saw it interestingly. Tian Yan was also wearing several pieces of clothing just like Concubine Yan. Under the spacious robe, he was wearing another outfit. This made him want to ask: "Is it tiring to wear so many clothes like this?"
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If the person in front of him hadn't thought he was a woman, Mr. Jing would have teased her a little and asked questions so that he could get along with the rain of flowers all over the sky.
But at some point, Concubine Yan already had a pair of pens and inkstones in her hands.
"The small characters are pretty good." Jing Zhou praised it. After Yan Fei finished writing, he said softly: "Master Dongjun, we should go."
"Thank you," Concubine Yan said to Jingzhou, and Jingzhou said cheerfully, "It's not easy to hear Mr. Dongjun say thank you. I don't know who wanted to come to my death a month ago, and didn't care at all.
With a little bit of friendship from the same family, if I hadn’t had the Phantom Sound Treasure Box to protect me, wouldn’t I have made it possible for Lord Dongjun to have his wish?”
Concubine Yan glanced sideways at Jingzhou, spat in a low voice, took another deep look at the letter, folded it and pressed it under the inkstone, then turned into a rainbow and headed south.
The snow stopped and the wind subsided, and spring was charming. The soft wind blew from the south with warmth, blowing away the bitterness on the faces of the people of Wei, Chu, Zhao and Yan, but it could not blow away the coldness in the hearts of the dignitaries of the four countries.
Qin finally showed its fangs, sent an army of 100,000, and turned South Korea into a part of the empire.
South Korea was originally the weakest among the seven kingdoms. Qin came with troops, but South Korea only resisted for three days before losing Xinzheng.
It is said that Wei Zhuang, who was Liusha, assassinated the general Ji Wuye, leaving the Korean soldiers without a leader and rout thousands of miles away. That night, the Xinzheng Fire burned all night long. Even if he stood ten miles away, he could still see half of the red sky.
The entire palace was reduced to ashes, and all ten rooms in Xinzheng were empty. The originally prosperous capital, full of singing and dancing, was reduced to ruins by a war.
But above the Jianghu, there is an additional organizational quicksand.
The reason why the reputation of the Quicksand Organization has spread throughout the world so quickly is because it accepts any tasks, such as cutting off military pay, assassinating dignitaries from the six countries, killing families, setting fires, and collecting protection fees. As long as you pay, it accepts any tasks. And the completion rate is very high.
Extremely high, rarely disappointing.
The rise of Quicksand has undoubtedly made the elites of several countries feel colder.
Although Korea was destroyed, the King of Han did not die at the hands of his enemies. According to rumors, he died under the shark-tooth sword of Liusha Wei Village.
But on the land of Qilu, it was still a happy time, without any sign of nervousness.
In particular, Songhai City, which is adjacent to the Confucian Little Sage Village, is a paradise. Even Linzi, the capital of Qi State, is only three points inferior to it.
Rich in treasures, outstanding people, and even the city gate of Songhai City is different from other places, with a bit more aura of wealth and nobility.
The crowds of people were surging, and the shouts were endless.
I saw three noble men in the city riding their horses, their faces full of spring light. One of them said: "If you ask me, this Zilan Pavilion is the best place in the world. What kind of building in the Chu Kingdom?
What building..."
Another young man in green shirt said: "Wang Er, this is Zuimenglou."
"Yes, it's Zuimenglou. Although Zuimenglou has a great name, in my opinion, hey, it's just some crappy stuff."
"It's a cliché, old sesame and rotten millet."
"Li He, can't you wait for me to finish speaking before interjecting? Hum hum, where did you talk just now? By the way, it's that Zi Lan Xuan. All the girls in this Zi Lan Xuan are extraordinary, and the song they sing is
Son, I have never heard of it before. That song with new lyrics and a jug of wine, with such beautiful scenery and no worries, really made my heart soothe, and it was not in vain for me and others to come from Linzi."
The man named Li He also nodded and echoed: "More than Qu Bufan, all the food and wine in Zilanxuan are made by the chef Ding who is famous in Qilu. The taste is unparalleled in the world!"
Another person among the three was humming a new song he heard from Zilanxuan last night: "Fragrant fan with peach blossom embroidery, a new poem played for you..."
The reputation of the rivers and lakes is far-reaching, and the beauty of the eyebrows and jade is fragrant. The Zilanxuan that these people are talking about seems a little out of place with the bustling Songhai City, and it is extremely quiet.
Go from the city gate from the east, cross two streets, and turn around a bridge. You can hear the sound of gurgling water. A clear river passes through the downtown. Beside the flowing water, there are pieces of marble three feet square.
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Looking from one end, one can see an entire road paved with marble as smooth as a mirror, which is extremely neat and spacious.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the center of the road, there is a tall building of more than ten feet. It is covered with purple curtains, a string of silver bells dropped from the eaves, and a tree is planted in front of the building.
A flowering tree as tall as two people.
There are purple flowers blooming on the trees, each flower has nine petals. When the breeze passes, the elegant atmosphere floats with it. Even from a distance of dozens of feet, it still makes people feel happy. On the lintels of the two flower trees in the middle, hang a piece of gold.
On the plaque with a red background and a border, there are three characters: "Purple Orchid Pavilion".
Under the plaque, there is a figure sitting. The figure is extremely tall. Even though he is sitting, he still makes people look up. Even so, only the chin of the figure can be seen, not his head.
The figure looked ferocious and was wrapped in iron chains, like a seductive evil spirit crawling out of hell. As soon as he sat there, the soles of everyone's feet would feel cold, and the spacious street would naturally look deserted.
It turns out that Zilanxuan only opens its doors to welcome guests near dusk. At other times, there is a giant man named "Wushuang Ghost" guarding the door. Over time, the people in the city also regarded the street in front of Zilanxuan during the day.
It was free, and only when the day market was about to rest, and after the Wushuang ghost had retreated, did they come together in twos and threes.
But today was different. I saw a young man standing in front of Zilanxuan.
He didn't seem to be afraid of the figure under the plaque, but instead stared at the words "Zilanxuan" with clear eyes.
On the top floor of Zilanxuan, a window was half-opened. Standing by the window, you could just see the young man.
The purple girl was leaning against the window, holding a cup of hot tea in her hand, and a pair of purple eyes fell on the young man's back. The young man was very thin, and his clothes were ragged, but his body was very straight, and he carried a long sword on his back.
The hilt to the sword body are all wrapped with gray cloth.
Zi Nu smiled and said: "You keep looking at that boy, is there something different about him?"
After the fall of Korea, Zinu came to Songhai City, and this Zilanxuan was naturally made by her.
Jing Zhou raised the flask, took a sip of wine, and then said, "Isn't it different enough that he dares to stand in front of Zilan Pavilion during the day and is not afraid of Wushuang's oppression?"
Zi Nu took a deep look at Jing Zhou and said with a smile, "You seem to know him?"
Jingzhou nodded, "We know each other, his name is Han Xin, he will be a great person in the future."
Zi Nu put a strand of wind-blown hair behind her ears and asked curiously: "How do you know he will be such a great person?"
Jingzhou said: "Of course it's because I said this."
Zi Nu chuckled, "Mr. Jing, can we stop bragging?"
"As far as I know, this man named Han Xin has a reputation as a lazy person in Songhai City. A man with nothing to do has to rely on charity even to fill his stomach." Zi Nu giggled twice, "This
You misjudged the person this time. You don't listen to what you say, and your ears don't listen. It's hard to change your temperament. This idle temper is not something that can be changed easily."
"Becoming an Immortal in One Step"
A few days ago, Zi Nu had noticed Han Xin.
When a person stands on the same enemy for several days in a row, staring at the same place, it is difficult not to notice. When you notice a person, you will naturally be ashamed of everything behind him, good or bad.
You won't miss him. Han Xin is worse than a street rat in Songhai City. Many people in the city treat him like a piece of dog shit and quickly avoid him for fear of stepping on them.
Jing Zhou smiled bitterly and said, "When have I ever boasted? Can Miss Zi Nu believe me once?"
Zi Nu blinked at him, "No, I've heard many people say that Mr. Jing's words are nine false and one true."
Jing Zhou sighed in a low voice: "Miss Zi Nv is still so sad. When did my words become nine falsehoods and one true? It is obviously seven falsehoods and three true."
"Sir, your wine~"
The voice was like a mountain spring, and a girl in yellow clothes came in from the door. Her black hair was tied up by a strand of silk, her color was as bright as the crescent moon, and her face was as beautiful as ordinary.
"Su Ho is still considerate and knows that the young master's wine is gone. If there were more people like Su Ho in the world, it would be really bad~" Before Jing Zhou finished speaking, Zi Nu interrupted him: "You
But I’m dreaming again. A lovely person like Su Ho, you, Mr. Jing, have been practicing for who knows how long to get such blessings. How many more are you hoping for?"
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