I smiled faintly and said, "History is always surprisingly similar." After that, I planned to leave.
The locksmith suddenly said: "Zhi Duoxing, if one day the cook comes back and wants to fight for the throne, will you help him?" The locksmith's words shocked me deep in my heart. At this moment, I seemed to be Xiao Qian's father.
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Not my fiancé. History does keep repeating itself. After thinking deeply for a fraction of a second, I answered without looking back: "Where are you, locksmith? I am a commoner and can escape at any time." Maybe the locksmith
The craftsman is also very troubled by this question.
On one side is my good brother, on the other side is the country, the country, the country, which is the so-called righteousness. If such a day comes, I hope it is just the shadow of a candle and the sound of an axe, not the change of Xuanwu Gate.
Before I left, I remembered something again, so I told Da Hong some more words, and then I went to the lake to find Da Naiguan with peace of mind.
Sure enough, except for the crucian carp fry, the chief minister could not find any fish scales. After following the chief minister and driving to a certain military camp, the helicopter took us to Lin'an Prefecture.
I thought that the chief minister would take me directly to meet the emperor and the new crown prince, but instead he took me to an elegant and unique place first and asked me to get acquainted with the other three people first.
The first is a man in his forties, who looks extraordinary at first glance. His uniform is well-made and seems to be spotless.
It turned out that he was a diplomat. Then the chief minister took me to meet the translator, a good-looking girl with extraordinary temperament. There was not a trace of fluorescence on her face, and her every move exuded elegance.
He claims to be proficient in eight languages. The last person looks familiar to me. He has a tall and majestic figure and a dignified appearance. He seems to be about thirty-five or six years old.
Before the senior official could introduce him, the other party suddenly asked: "You are the superpower, do you remember me? We went to Daxian Mountain together." Then I remembered that he was one of the commandos back then.
one.
So I answered happily: "I remember, I just felt familiar, but I didn't dare to recognize him." The other party laughed at himself: "No wonder, Wu Song and I are already old after more than ten years, but Mr. Wu is still so young.
"I stepped forward and held the other person's hands, and said excitedly: "I didn't expect that after... many years, I can still see the people who fought side by side. It turns out that your name is Wu Song." Later, when everyone communicated together.
, they were all interested in my experience.
I kept asking about the strange people and strange things I met. Since I was reminded by many people, I deliberately concealed the things related to the cook’s political identity.
Perhaps because it was so bizarre, even the diplomats, who had always been very steady, gave up questioning and listened with great fascination. They also asked for many details and explored some possibilities.
Wu Song was a little sad after learning that Hua Rong had stayed in a foreign land. Finally, everyone fell silent when they learned that the minister's return date was unknown due to his drift of origin.
I also changed the subject and began to ask them questions about Fuso's possible requests. A small part of it was out of my curiosity, but a large part of it was to divert this topic that no one wanted to discuss.
After everyone had dinner together, the chief minister suddenly brought a man. I took a look and saw that he was about forty years old. He was calm and relaxed, with a cheerful look on his face.
There was a heroic spirit between his brows. He was dressed casually and in standard Hanfu. When I was about to ask the chief official about the situation, the man spoke first and said: "Mr. Wu, I have admired you for a long time. I am in Xuanjing. I look forward to Wu."