The fortune teller who relied on his words to deceive people into making money was stunned for a moment, how could he make it up?
Xiao Zhenbang nodded happily, "Yes."
The fortune teller cautiously asked, "Dear guest, is this hero in your mouth very powerful?"
"It's very powerful. In terms of kung fu, there are few opponents in the world, and in terms of marching and fighting, it is invincible." Xiao Zhenbang said.
The fortune teller scratched his head and said, "It seems that such a person cannot be killed."
"You can say whatever you want, I'm just asking." Xiao Zhenbang smiled.
Indeed, how could such a person be killed? .??.
In particular, even time seems not to be his enemy.
How can such a person be killed?
He also didn't expect this fortune teller, who seemed to be a liar, to be able to give him the answer.
But if you keep holding some things in your heart, you will get sick from holding them back.
Especially that person is so scary.
At this time, the fortune teller cautiously said, "Guest, since you can't kill him, why don't you just not kill him?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" The smile on Xiao Zhenbang's face disappeared.
Seeing that the other party seemed to have been aroused by him and entered his own rhythm, the liar coughed.
"If the hero you mentioned, my guest, cannot be killed by a sword, then don't be an enemy of him. You can kill him by other means."
"How to say?" Xiao Zhenbang asked.
The liar continued, "Heroes are the ones who are remembered by the world. A hero cannot be killed because he will always live in the hearts of the world. Only if the world forgets him and everything about him will he be forgotten by the world."
, can you truly kill a hero."
The hand hidden in his sleeve clenched suddenly, Xiao Zhenbang squinted his eyes, "What else?"
The liar continued to deceive, "How about even letting the world hate this hero?"
Xiao Zhenbang sneered, "How can a hero be hated by the world?"
The liar thought for a while and said, "When the world no longer needs heroes, heroes will be forgotten. When heroes touch the interests of the world, heroes will be hated."
I don't know how much time passed, but the liar carefully looked at the motionless Xiao Zhenbang.
Suddenly I felt a little confused. After saying so much, this guy wouldn't want to give me the money later, would he?
Unexpectedly, Xiao Zhenbang let out a sigh of relief at this moment, and then smiled, "I understand."
The leader of the Qian Kingdom twisted his mouth and looked at the liar, "May I ask your name, sir?"
"This guest is serious. I am just a vagabond wandering around the world, with no name or surname."
Xiao Zhenbang put down a few pieces of silver and said, "Thank you very much, sir."
The liar hurriedly took the money and happily met a fat sheep. He could finally have a full meal tonight.
Xiao Zhenbang stood up with his hands behind his back, a slight smile lingering on his face, and slowly left the town.
It was August 15th, the third year of Daqian Jingxing.
Jingguo, which had been dead for more than ten years, was re-established by a group of civil and military officials led by the empress Wu Xueqing and King Zhao of Jingguo.
Shengjing was designated as the imperial capital in the past, and the reign name was Yongkang, in order to recreate the prosperous days of Jingguo.
But what no one expected was the Empress of Jingguo who had reigned for sixty years.
She was the first empress and the last emperor of Dajing.
The Yongkang Empress, who had been alone all her life and was regarded as the master of the great resurgence of Jing Dynasty, opened the gate of Jing Dynasty fifty-eight years later.
Protecting the world, and under the hard pressure of the Qian Kingdom, he led the civil and military forces of the Jing Kingdom to brazenly go to war with the Qian Kingdom.
It took two years.
In the end, Qian destroyed Jing and unified the world.
…
The moon is shining brightly, and those who enjoyed the moonlight together in those days no longer know where they are today.
The sound of the flute is far away, and a man in black clothes with white hair plays the music of missing people.
A palace maid broke into the silence. Zhao Kang put away the jade flute and looked at the other party, "What's the matter?"
The palace maid hurriedly said, "Go back to King Zhao, Your Majesty has invited you."
Zhao Kang frowned slightly, thought for a while and decided to go. He will return to Qian Kingdom tomorrow.
Although everything has been arranged, it would be nice to meet that girl.
There was no one in the brightly lit hall.
The palace maid sent Zhao Kang to the entrance of the hall and then left, and he walked into the hall alone.
He saw a girl in dragon robe sitting on the phoenix couch and looking at him.
Zhao Kang bowed slightly and said, "I have met Your Majesty."
Wu Xueqing smiled and pointed to the chair next to her, gesturing for Zhao Kang to sit down.
After the latter came to her side, Wu Xueqing stood up and walked to him, saying softly, "When I was fourteen years old, I saw you take off the disguise on your face. Now you are going back to Qian Country tomorrow. I want to see your true appearance again."
Zhao Kang wanted to refuse, but when he saw the woman in front of him tightening her lips, he stretched out his hand to tear off the human skin mask on his face, and took out the silver needle to change the facial texture.
As the clothes were taken off, the old face with many wrinkles turned into a young and handsome face.
It is the enemy's nightmare and the backbone of many people.
Wu Xueqing smiled and stretched out her hand to Zhao Kang, but Zhao Kang dodged it and said calmly, "Just take a look and be your emperor from now on."
Wu Xueqing stuck out her tongue, then smiled playfully, "Zhao Kang, didn't you notice anything different about me today?"
Zhao Kang subconsciously raised his eyes, "What's different?"
Unexpectedly, at this moment, the woman pulled away the jade belt from her waist with her left hand, and the dragon robe unfolded instantly. Zhao Kang was startled and quickly closed his eyes.
The next moment, I felt a smooth and delicate body without any cover crashing into my arms.
Hug him tightly.
"Wu Xueqing!" Zhao Kang shouted sharply.
He wanted to push the woman away but was afraid of touching something he shouldn't, and felt a little angry in his heart.
The woman still didn't care, as if she was riding on him, murmuring, "You don't even dare to look at me, how do you know you don't have a place for me in your heart? If you open your eyes and look at me now, I won't believe you." Kongkong, you can’t deceive me.”
Suddenly, Zhao Kang sneered and looked at the naked woman sitting on top of him.
The latter felt a burst of surprise in his heart, and his red lips smiled softly.
But after a long time, sobs sounded in the hall.
Wu Xueqing looked at Zhao Kang who had no reaction with tears in her eyes, and asked unwillingly, "Why."
"Because I don't love you, and I won't love anyone else."
Zhao Kang smiled lightly, picked up the dragon robe on the ground, threw it on the woman, and walked towards the outside of the hall.
After he was about to walk out of the hall, he stopped and paused before saying, "I hope you can be a good emperor and don't let down the expectations of your father and me."
A woman's hysterical voice came from behind: "Then have you ever asked me if I want to be the emperor?"
"Many things are out of your control, and so are you and me."
As Zhao Kang closed the door and left, the crying in the hall became louder.
