"What are you looking at?" Lan Xin noticed something was wrong in Zhao Qiang's eyes, touched her face and asked.
"Junior sister, I find that you talk more." Zhao Qiang said with a smile. It turns out that even when Lan Xin was asked to introduce the situation, she simply answered a few words and then dismissed it. If there were other people around, she would be even more
He couldn't speak, and he was used to her coldness. Zhao Qiang suddenly said so many words, which made Zhao Qiang feel happy.
"..." Lan Xin glared at Zhao Qiang and refused to speak again.
Seeing Lan Xin again, Zhao Qiang felt very warm in his heart. The two of them were used to fighting, and he didn't care about her attitude. He said: "The attitude of the faction named Xiahou is a bit strange. Xiahou Ruoxuan is the puppet they supported. They are now
If you abandon it, could there be a new candidate?"
"..." Lan Xin looked at the road ahead intently, looking at her nose, nose and heart, but she just didn't want to speak. b Time travel novel: b
"Xiahou Ruoxuan...is she okay?" Zhao Qiang hesitated for a moment before asking the question. He knew that Lan Xin might have other ideas, but he really wanted to know the answer.
Lan Xin was not angry. When she heard Zhao Qiang ask this question, she turned around and looked at him curiously. "Are you finally willing to care about her? I thought you would give up after all! Just like other men.
"
"..." But he thought that Xiahou Ruoxuan should be fine. If anything happens, at least Lang Yixin will tell him. But in this current situation, her situation should be bad.
"Mu Shen's forces are in the northern area. Although the helpers they brought are brave and capable, they are outnumbered and compressed into a small area of activity. If Le Zheng Ruibin no longer cares about the friendship between his fellow sects, he would have captured them long ago.
For a pregnant woman, such an environment will definitely not be a good one." Lan Xin said at the end, her face even looked a little sulky.
Are you blaming me for my attitude towards Xiahou Ruoxuan? Zhao Qiang thought. But what is she thinking now? Hate? Or has she already been freed? Zhao Qiang said: "I have to rescue her."
"It's good if you can think of it this way." Lan Xin sighed softly.
"Junior sister..." Zhao Qiang shouted. Lan Xin turned her face and looked at Zhao Qiang with bright eyes, waiting for what he wanted to say.
"You don't blame me?" Zhao Qiang asked. There was no one else at this time, so it was a good thing to ask this question clearly on the road.
"I don't know. But I would rather you do that. I don't want her to live in such a miserable life." Lan Xin turned her face and spoke in a quiet voice.
Then there was a long silence. Zhao Qiang then found a few more topics. Lan Xin seemed to have lost interest in talking and was no longer willing to answer, until the car drove into the luxurious villa where Zhao Qiang once lived. Lang Yixin
I still had some sense of conscience, so after hearing the sound of the car horn, I lazily came out to greet him.
Zhao Qiang asked: "What are you busy with?"
"Reading for a while." Lang Yixin replied calmly.
"Is this why you didn't pick me up?"
"Aren't you even more unhappy when I go?" Lang Yixin asked back.
"Uh..." Zhao Qiang led Lang Yixin into his study and asked seriously: "If we take Xiahou Ruoxuan over, how sure are you?"
"Robbing someone?" Lang Yixin's cold eyes shrank.
Even though Lang Yixin was used to Zhao Qiang's divergent thinking and his non-stop talking, but when he heard Zhao Qiang said that he wanted to snatch Xiahou Ruoxuan back, his brain still experienced a momentary lack of oxygen. What the hell is this guy doing?
What stimulated you? As soon as you arrived, you discussed with yourself that you were going to rob someone?
"I'm not sure." Lang Yixin said lightly.
"Not at all?" Zhao Qiang asked somewhat depressedly.b Time travel novel:b
"We usually exclude plans with a success rate of less than 30%." Lang Yixin raised his eyebrows and sat on the wooden chair in the study room and said. "Le Zheng Ruibin is a local gangster in Hong Kong. He spent so much manpower and material resources on
If we failed to grab someone from the Wood God, how can we, an outsider, do it? Judging from the current situation, Xiahou Ruoxuan will definitely be protected by the people of the Wood God. It is difficult for us to see her in person.
.”
Picking up the tea next to him and taking a leisurely sip, Lang Yixin continued: "Besides, are you sure Xiahou Ruoxuan will agree to come with us?"
Lang Yixin's analysis was good. But Zhao Qiang still didn't want to give up. His woman was trapped in a tight siege, and she still had her own child in her belly. But she couldn't do anything outside. This feeling was very frustrating, and she was a
The men all felt aggrieved. Lang Yixin saw the expression on Zhao Qiang's face. After thinking for a while, he said: "The idea of robbing someone is too irrational. In fact, to solve her current predicament, it is not necessary to give someone away."
If you grab her, it won't be good for you or her. You can start with the people around her."
"What's the trick?"
"The Wanghou Sect is in chaos now. To be precise, it can be said that it is divided into three factions. The Yi surname faction, the Xiahou surname faction and the newly emerged Mu Shen force. The Yi surname sect is the most powerful, followed by the Xiahou surname faction. The Mu Shen is an away fighting force.
The weakest."
"It was originally supposed to be a duel between the Xiahou surname faction and the different surname faction. Because of Mu Shen's intervention, it became a battle between the different surname faction and Mu Shen's personal power. This is not a good thing for Mu Shen. It is not a good thing for Le Zheng Ruibin, even if Le Zheng
Ruibin defeated the Mu Shen's forces, but this still did not affect the division of the Prince Sect. Moreover, based on his understanding of the Mu Shen, Beizi himself had no interest in competing for the position of the leader of the sect. He fought with such a person.
Both sides suffered losses. They must be very unhappy. However, the Xiahou faction, which was originally the main battle party, retreated to the side because of the protection of Xiahou Ruoxuan by the Wood God. Sitting on the mountain and watching the tigers fight, they became the biggest gainers of benefits. If we can
The Mu Shen forces will be isolated, allowing the Xiahou surnamed faction and the different surnamed factions to return to their original positions. That way the pressure on Xiahou Ruoxuan will be much easier."
Although the Xuanwu Sect has a group of elites in intelligence and analysis, the person who has been serving as a military advisor around Zhao Qiang is actually Lang Yixin. This man's wisdom is not as crazy and brave as he is in fighting, and he is always good at finding
Find the opponent's weak point and then defeat it with one blow.
It's just that he is the head of the Xuanwu Sect and has no influence or say on the Princes Sect. Wanting the Heterogeneous Sect and Mu Shen to stop fighting is not something that can be achieved just by talking. Zhao Qiang leaned against the bookshelf that smelled of ink.
After thinking for a while, I decided to let him help me.
There was a knock on the door of the room, and a lotus voice came in: "Hey, why are you two grown men going into the study as soon as you come back? You have to wait until after dinner if you want to be intimate? Come out quickly._The meal is ready. But I am in person
I'm a cook... Hehe, Xin'er also made a dish... scrambled eggs with tomatoes... but it was burnt..."
The two men looked at each other strangely, then quickly opened the door and went out. No matter how you saw them, they didn't look like that kind of people. Although there were many servants in the villa, Lang Yixin, Lanxin and the others ate most of the food.
It's better for Lianhua to cook. Those two immortals who wear white clothes all day long and never touch spring water with their fingers are hopeless if they want them to cook.
It used to be that a group of children gathered around a table to eat in the teacher's sect, but now that they are older, everyone has their own mission and tasks, and there are very few people who actually gather together. And because of that time where the fourth uncle
After the rebellion, the younger generation of disciples also divided into three factions. Following the bloody purge of Master and Disciple Zhao Qiang, almost all the members of the fourth uncle's faction were killed, which resulted in a dwindling number of Xuanwu Sect disciples of their generation.
At this time, there are still so many people who can get together to have dinner. Although everyone doesn't say anything, the occasional eye contact still allows everyone to understand each other's thoughts. Whether the past events are good or bad,
Everyone has some memories in their hearts.
There were several exquisite side dishes on the table. Although they did not regard Zhao Qiang as the owner, they regarded him as a friend. The fried dishes were all delicious and delicious, except for the tomatoes and scrambled eggs... Zhao Qiang really couldn't understand.
How can such a simple dish be made so ugly? The eggs are black and the tomatoes are no longer red. The two ingredients are mixed together without any layering, like a ball of mud...
Lianhua picked up the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes and said to Zhao Qiang: "Because you are here, Xuecai cooks it herself. You should eat more of the local dishes she cooks..."
As he said that, he poured most of the plate of scrambled eggs with tomatoes into Zhao Qiang's bowl, and when he was about to pour the remaining half into Lang Yixin's bowl, Lang Yixin took Zhao Qiang's lesson and cleverly brought the bowl in and said: "
I don’t eat eggs…”
Although Lan Xin was forced to remain indifferent and calm, Zhao Qiang found that her cheeks were still rosy. Zhao Qiang raised the red wine in the glass and suggested: "Come, let's drink to the Xuanwu Sect."
"Cheers to the Xuanwu Gate."
The cups of the four people touched together and made a pleasant sound. When he raised his head and poured the scarlet liquid into his throat, Zhao Qiang thought of the old man again. Those indifferent-looking people were like walnuts. After breaking open the shell, they
You can see the fragrant and crispy nuts. They are hard on the outside and soft on the inside. The old man is like this, Lang Yixin is like this, and so is Lan Xin.
…
In the small conference room at the Prince's Gate headquarters, three old men were sitting there with serious faces. After the servants brought tea, they were shooed out, and the room was filled with a tense and depressing atmosphere. One man was thin and his face was covered with age spots.
The old man looked at his two companions beside him and asked with a smile: "Third, fifth, don't you have anything to say?"
"Second brother, we have nothing to say about this matter. It all depends on you. We will do what you say. We could drive him away back then, and we can still drive him away now." He had a big bald head and a slightly fat figure.
The old man sitting on a hill like a hill said boldly. Although he is not young, the taste of the world has not been erased.