In the Jinling Palace, the old Dragon King's study, the boy in black had already left with no sound in tears. What was left were the two people who had been working hand in hand for most of their lives, as masters, servants and confidants.
The old Dragon King tapped his fingers rhythmically on the tea table, where Uncle Yan was changing the water to make tea.
When the tea is fragrant, he fills a cup for himself, holds the tea cup between his thumb and index finger and shakes it gently, blows on the hot air, and takes a slight sip. Uncle Yan squints with satisfaction and nods, and puts down the cup.
, then he filled a cup of tea for the old Dragon King.
He handed the tea to the old Dragon King respectfully. Seeing that the old Dragon King's mind was not here, he placed the small cup less than half a foot away from the old Dragon King's right hand.
The old Dragon King was thoughtful for a moment, raised his tea cup and drank it all in one gulp, as if the tea soup was not scalding to his mouth.
He breathed out slowly, slumped down on the chair, put his right hand on the armrest, and tapped the armrest rhythmically as before.
While sipping tea, Uncle Yan asked, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally: "Your Majesty, are you worried about your master's son-in-law, the Mo family?"
The old Dragon King nodded and finally spoke, saying: "Although Guangji looks like a boy, he is like me and has one foot in the coffin. It is really difficult for him to shoulder such a big responsibility. In the past, the third brother
He is the only one left among the four iron guards beside him, and I'm afraid he will lose his glory."
"Your Majesty, that might bring the old slave to..."
Before Uncle Yan could finish what he said, the old Dragon King shook his head and listened to his explanation: "You will eventually live longer than me. This child Yinuo is still immature, and he still needs your help."
Uncle Yan wanted to sigh, but finally opened his mouth, but made no move. He put the small cup to his lips and was about to take a sip, but he forgot that the tea soup had been drank up long ago. Uncle Yan did not refill it for himself, and played with his hands.
There was a small cup for drinking tea that was worth a hundred taels of silver, and his brows couldn't help but frown into the Chinese character "Sichuan".
He suddenly and unconsciously recalled the days when he was young and followed the Third Young Master to fight. Unfortunately, the Third Young Master left Lincheng with regrets. And he himself will eventually die in Lincheng, will he have any regrets when he returns home?
Uncle Yan kept opening and clenching his left hand. Although he was old, he still had some strength after all.
Although I still have some strength, can I really still wield that big sword?
Although the old Dragon King did not look directly at Uncle Yan, how could he not see such actions with his peripheral vision, and how could he not see what was going on in Uncle Yan's heart. There were four heroes in the same family, but they were given names like Chaimi, Youyan.
Why didn't the old Dragon King think about whether he should let Uncle Yan be an old man who aspires to a thousand miles? But how could he not know Uncle Yan's situation? Just like himself, he used to love horses so much, but now he doesn't even dare to wear riding boots.
Wear it again.
Is it true that heroes grow old and age is ruthless?
"Xiao Yanzi, tell me, what's the point of Zhong Xihou doing this?"
"I'm afraid it's His Highness the Crown Prince's body. Alas, Marquis Zhongxi probably wants you to push Yinuo up as soon as possible, which is considered a good intention. If Yinuo is really in such a high position, I'm afraid that in the end, he, Marquis Zhongxi, will get a lot of benefits.
few."
The old Dragon King sighed and continued: "Perhaps I am old. In the past few years, people have been to his city that never sleeps so many times, but they have not even said a word. This time he came to Lincheng in person, and I always feel a vague feeling in my heart.
disturbed."
"My lord, please don't make fun of me." Uncle Yan grinned, and then continued, "What Dugu Shaohua thought of, Zhong Nanyan didn't make it, but Zhong Xihou wanted to make it. Come to think of it, if the third prince can really lead the wind and cloud,
Come back, Dugu Shaohua has such a wish, even if the third prince controls the world in the future, he will not refuse it."
The old Dragon King has been paying attention to Uncle Yan's left hand, which he still holds tightly, and he can't help but feel sad in his heart. Old man, can't you just wait for death of old age in such a peaceful way? You are already old, do you still want to go out and make trouble?
"Of course I know this. I have been having nightmares in recent days. Zhong Xihou is standing in front of my bed with a sword and fierce eyes. If Zhong Xihou really knows how his adoptive father died in the future, do you think he will really
Come over here with your sword?"
Uncle Yan also frowned and sank for a few seconds before he said, "Since I was the one who made the move back then, if Marquis Zhong Xi really knows about it, at worst one life will be worth another."
The old Dragon King laughed and said: "You, you, you were destined to die on the battlefield a few years ago. You are still restless at your old age. Why don't you loosen your fists? Do you want to spar with me again? I
My body and bones cannot withstand your two punches."
Uncle Yan finally let go of his left hand and smiled awkwardly.
"Okay, okay, Xiao Yanzi, you can go out too and let me stay alone for a while."
When Uncle Yan heard what the old Dragon King said, he stood up without saying another word, bowed respectfully, took a few steps back, turned around and walked out the door.
The old Dragon King sank deeper into his body and couldn't help humming an opera.
"Shanren, Zhuge Liang. I heard that Zhang He is attacking Jiameng Pass, and I must send a capable general to meet the enemy. Come, Zhang Zhang, listen to the order..." Humming, the old Dragon King, whose life was like a legend,
I couldn't help but shed tears.
He is really old and can no longer protect his calf.
There was a gentle knock on the door, and the intervals were orderly. The old Dragon King wiped away his tears and coughed lightly, and the door was pushed open. There were two people standing outside the door. The tall man behind him could not be Han at first glance, and his naked upper body was wrapped around
The thick iron chain on his thigh was covered with dozens of tattoos here and there, all markings of criminals.
The tall young man in front of him wore a black robe and had a sleeping python embroidered with silver thread. This young man looked naturally handsome and impeccable, but unfortunately, he looked sickly.
When the old Dragon King saw the person, he slowly sat upright and smiled.
"Jiannan, I'm back."
Zhu Jiannan took a few steps forward, held the folding fan in his hand and bowed to the old Dragon King, reproaching himself: "My grandson is incompetent, and in the end he allowed the thief to escape."
"After all, you are not a martial artist, so you don't know how flexible the fish in this lake are. Sit down, oh, come on, you sit down too."
The Old Dragon King motioned Zhu Jiannan to sit down with Lei Niu. This time Lei Niu did not refuse. Zhu Jiannan sat on the right hand side of the Old Dragon King, and he sat on the left hand side of the Old Dragon King.
The old Dragon King poured tea for the two of them himself, handed the cups to them, and finally filled a cup for himself. He was not in a hurry to drink tea, and just like Uncle Yan before, he played with the valuable tea cups and sighed.
He said: "This old white tea becomes more fragrant the more you cook it. Old white tea that has been aged for many years is worth thousands of gold."
Zhu Jiannan opened his mouth and closed it again, as if he wanted to speak but did not dare. The old Dragon King chuckled and signaled to Zhu Jiannan that it was okay to say so.
Zhu Jiannan drank all the tea in one gulp, filled another cup, and drank the same amount. He then took a few deep breaths, and finally seemed to have made a very important decision. Zhu Jiannan stood up, knelt on the ground, and thundered.
Seeing this, he was about to stand up and help him, but saw Zhu Jiannan reaching out to signal him not to interfere.
Zhu Jiannan knelt on the ground, clasped his fists with his hands, lowered his head slightly, and said: "Grandpa, have you ever thought about abandoning the Mo family and surrendering?"
The world's sword sect."
As soon as he said this, the old Dragon King did not react, but Thunder Niu stood up from his seat. He stood up with too much force, and his calf knocked the chair away a foot.
The old Dragon King glared at him. The giant Xindu man who dared to block the Lord of Xidi City and Master Muhanlou alone trembled and did not dare to make any more moves.
Zhu Jiannan continued: "It is true that the Zhu and Mo families have been married and good friends for generations. However, if in order to protect the Mo family, our Zhu family's foundation in Lincheng is shaken, or even our status in Daye is reduced, or we will really fall like an ancient tree.
, it is difficult to regenerate roots.”
"Then, what about the World Sword Sect?"
"After several battles, I, the Zhu family, Yi Shuihan, am not as good as Yan Yunqi, and even worse than the Western barbarians. I have to admit it..."
The old Dragon King suddenly became furious and threw the small cup of tea in his hand to the ground. He stood up angrily and said sternly: "Then you want me to abandon my daughter and son-in-law and your brother to be an unkind person."
The Lord of Dimness who is not recognized by his righteous relatives!"
Zhu Jiannan knelt and moved a few steps towards the old Dragon King, prostrate at his feet, but his upper body was already upright, looking up at his grandfather. His voice was upright, and he was no longer sick. Listen to him continue: "Grandpa, for the sake of the Mohist family,
If you give up the Zhu family, your grandson can do the same. But if you give up Lincheng for the Mo family, if the situation in Daye worsens, that's not the only thing you have to give up! Dongli may cross to the west to invade, and if several cities in the north also
With the Western Man, who aspires to be the overlord of Daye, who will guard the suburbs of Northern Qi? Just like Hancheng, Sima Zhao's aspiration, grandfather..."
The old Dragon King turned around and saw that his upper body was shaking continuously. He was obviously really angry. Even if he tried to adjust his breath, he still couldn't control the tone in his heart. He had already killed his elder brother, forced his third brother away, and even
, his three children also died in battle for him. In his later years, do you really want to be unkind and unjust again?
Zhu Jiannan was so thoughtful that he kowtowed violently, and the sound made Lei Niu's heart tremble. He was afraid that this kowtow would break the prince's body, which was like a candle in the wind. However, he did not dare to move.
"Jiannan, do you really think I'm old? Let me ask you, how has Ming'er treated you over the years? How has he treated Yinuo?"
Hearing this, cold sweat broke out on Zhu Jiannan's temples. The King of Jinling is the King of Jinling after all. Even though he is old, he is still the King of Jinling.
"I am old, and I have also thought that you should let you figure it out for your own children and grandchildren. But why did you kill Ming'er again and again? His surname is not Mo, but he is also your biological brother!"
Speaking of this, the old Dragon King's voice trembled, with a hint of crying. Zhu Jiannan lowered his head, not knowing how to answer.
"Jian Nan, do you know that Marquis Zhong Xi wants to break Yinuo's finger?"
Zhu Jiannan suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of surprise. He really didn't understand that Zhong Xihou had just promised that he would train Zhu Yinuo in swordsmanship and would support him in the future. He went to Mo County to encircle and suppress the sword sect forces in the world. After only a few days, Zhong Xi
Hou is already about to break Yinuo's finger?
"Don't you understand? Not everyone is like him, Zhong Xihou, who can be a great swordsman or the lord of a city. Xiao Yinuo is still Xiao Yinuo after all. No matter how hard he struggles in the way of swordsmanship,
He can't become Zhongxihou either."
The old Dragon King kept taking deep breaths, trying his best to calm down, and then he could only say leisurely: "My grandfather has passed away, and he will not interfere with what you do in the future. You can go!"
As soon as he said these words, the Old Dragon King's hands behind his back clenched fists involuntarily, and even the nails of his little fingers dug into the flesh of his palms with too much force. He said no more and waved his hands.
Lei Niu helped Zhu Jiannan and left the house.
The moment the door closed, the old Dragon King, who had never surrendered in his life, knelt down on the ground and cried bitterly.
Lei Niu did not understand what Zhu Jiannan was thinking, but Zhu Jiannan understood Lei Niu's thoughts. The two of them did not say a word and were speechless in the end.
Just as Lei Niu doesn't understand why the eldest son is willing to give up his three vitality fortunes and bet on his rare-to-find top-quality immortal spiritual root, he also wants to go to the so-called immortal's mansion. What the eldest son wants is only half a trace of energy.
Hope that keeps others alive.
He also wouldn't understand why a prince who could fall down at any time and be unable to get up again could cruelly use his aunt, siblings, and even a close family friend to bet on a threat that had nothing to do with him.
After all, it was Zhu Jiannan who spoke first. Just like the master and servant for many years, he asked questions but did not answer.
He asked: "Thunder Niu, tell me, why is my brother willing to go to the Immortal Land Forbidden Mansion?"
He didn't answer.
He asked again: "Are the lives of ants and the lives of princes equivalent?"
He still didn't answer.
He continued to ask: "Is one person's death equal to the exchange of thousands of lives, and the equivalent of being buried with thousands of people?"
He wanted to answer but remained silent. However, the knot in his heart was broken. Likewise, he fell into distress.
Thunder Niu suddenly understood the old Dragon King's grief and indignation. The difference between the life of an ant and that of a prince was not due to the disparity in status. The ant could only control his own destiny, but the prince could control the lives of millions of people.
Lei Niu couldn't help but tighten the iron chain wrapped around his body. It was once the chain used to restrain him in the dog fighting ring, and now he always wears it.
How do you distinguish between right and wrong? Just as the world thinks that Zhu Jianying is an incomparable bastard, he will not argue with others. Similarly, the world thinks that Zhu Jianying is a pitiful boy and is jealous of talents, but he does not feel pity.
Let’s talk about the Mo Family Village in Mo County. The young owner of the village, Mo Ming, has fully recovered, but Yin Li still wraps him up tightly, as if the wind in June is also full of chill, which makes people laugh and cry.
Mo Qu'er, who looked like a maid and a younger sister, couldn't help but find it interesting. After the young lady left, she ran to Mo Ming. With a careless hand, she placed a chestnut on Mo Ming's smooth forehead. The pain made Mo Ming gasp inhaling.
He was so angry that his teeth unconsciously chattered a few times.
Seeing Mo Ming's embarrassed look, Mo Qu'er smiled like a flower. She lifted up her skirt and sat on the steps with Mo Ming.
She asked: "Mo Ming, are you still worried about that silly boy Yinuo?"
Mo Ming also stretched out his hand to give Mo Qu'er a chestnut, but Mo Qu'er was on guard and didn't succeed.
Mo Ming nodded, gently scratched Mo Qu'er's nose with her fingers, her tone was a little relaxed, but Mo Qu'er had been his little follower for more than ten years, how could he not hear the sadness in it.
Mo Ming said: "Who was born into the emperor's family? Also, you girl, Mo Ming has been growing up and Mo Ming is short all day long, and you dare to call our little prince Lincheng a stinky boy. This is a serious crime that requires beheading."
"
"Do you want to kill the nine tribes?"
Mo Ming saw the expectant look on Mo Qu'er's face and naturally understood the bad feelings in her stomach.
Kill the Nine Clan? Mo Qu'er is such an abandoned baby that no one wants. What kind of Nine Clan can she have? In the end, she was implicated, so she didn't bring fire to the Mo family.
Mo Quer put his elbows on his knees
She went up, dragged her face with her hands, and started to feel sad for Chun Beiqiu. She said, "Actually, I think Silly Yinuo's behavior is quite good. Why do you have to force him?"
Mo Ming smiled and touched Mo Qu'er's head, and couldn't help pinching the two iconic cat-ear-like buns, and said softly: "If we don't force him, what should we do if he comes to the Mo family?"
Mo Qu'er turned her head and widened her eyes. She was asking, and she believed that Mo Ming knew what she was asking. Mo Ming's smile was still warm, but the answer in his eyes was something Mo Qu'er didn't want to see.
Mo Qu'er continued to drag his chin with his hand, and sighed again, saying: "Oh, it's a pity that I don't know martial arts, and I can't help you, Brother Mo Ming."
"Silly girl, the joy you have brought to my mother for so many years has helped me for so many years."
When Mo Quer heard this, he immediately turned his head and changed his smile.
Her white and tender face still had some ungrown baby fat, her eyes were narrowed into crescents, her mouth showed her white teeth, and she smiled innocently. Mo Ming's heart seemed to be purified in an instant, and she forgot about the pressure she was about to face.
I was helpless and laughed out loud.
"What's going on? You two keep giggling."
Yin Li's voice came from behind, and both of them turned around to see the young lady bringing a jug of wine and some food for the first time. Mo Qu'er jumped up to replace Yin Li, and Yin Li avoided Mo Qu'er with a small step.
, pretending to be stern, said: "You little wild cat, this fruit wine is not fish-flavored, why are you so anxious?"
Then she also handed the plate to Mo Qu'er. She sat down in Mo Qu'er's original position, placed her right hand across her legs and knees, put her left elbow on the back of her right hand, held her left cheek and tilted her head to look at Mo Ming. No.
As a human being, Yin Li was always like a girl in her late teens, looking at her lover and never getting tired of it.
Mo Ming slowly pulled her into his arms, kissed her forehead gently, looked at the cloudy sky, and suddenly said something that made Yin Li think she had heard wrong, and Mo Qu'er almost knocked over the plate.
"Madam, why don't you wait until the storm has passed and I will take you with me to explore the world of martial arts?"
Mo Quer, who had read too many novels about villains, was dumbfounded. He often laughed and said that Yin Li, who had imagined that her husband was a world-class hero with a sword, was also stunned.
Mo Ming looked at the two of them and couldn't help but smile. He added: "I'm serious."
Let’s talk about another person, Zhu Yinuo, the little overlord of Jinling who is worried by people from various forces.
Zhu Yinuo was actually under house arrest in his own residence this time. He was not allowed to go out, and he was not allowed to call a beautiful girl to enter the house. He was really depressed.
Just watch him sit here on the chair, playing with the small cup of tea in his hand. Then he rummaged through the closet to see if there were any new boots that he hadn't worn yet. He wanted to jump around, but that was really nonsense. After all, the injuries on his body were so painful.
No fakes allowed.
He was bored when he heard the sound of metal outside the house. It was someone unlocking the door. He immediately kicked off his boots like a monkey spirit and jumped onto the bed. He lay down and covered himself with the quilt and closed his eyes. It only took a moment.
When the door was opened, he heard a few consumptive coughs and knew that it was the younger brother who had arrived.
The door was slowly closed, the oiled door leaves made no creaking sound, and the person who closed the door was very careful.
Then I heard Zhu Jiannan say: "Okay, okay, stop pretending, get up."
Zhu Yinuo had no choice but to get up, walked to Zhu Jiannan's side with bare feet, and sat down.
"Brother, where have you been these days?"
"Go kill someone."
When Zhu Yinuo heard this, he thought, "What? Go kill someone?"
Zhu Yinuo suddenly showed his ruffian look. He stood up, put one foot on the stool, put his hands on the table, and asked: "Where is the person? Have you caught him? Is he a gangster or a flower picker?"
Zhu Jiannan glanced at Zhu Yinuo. This stupid Yinuo also knew it was indecent, so he sat down obediently, with expectation written on his face.
Zhu Jiannan poured a glass of water by himself and shook his head.
In an instant, Zhu Yinuo walked back to the bed like a sheepskin bag that was relieved of its breath, and lay down, shouting, "It's so boring, it's so boring."
This made Zhu Jiannan dumbfounded. The brothers were all extremely talented. Did they use up all their luck and talents to have such a silly brother?
"Yinuo, are you interested in visiting Ziwei City?"
Zhu Yinuo thought he heard wrongly and said "ah".
"Are you interested in visiting Ziwei City?"
Zhu Yinuo jumped up from the bed again, sat upright next to Zhu Jiannan, and respectfully poured a glass of water for his little brother.
"You know, when my grandfather was young, all three of his generation were brave generals who dominated the White Armored Army of Ziwei City. Our uncle, father and brother-in-law also earned some status in Ziwei City. Unfortunately, we are the only brothers...
"
"Okay, little brother, from now on you will be your King of Jinling, and I will be my Marshal Zhu!" Zhu Yinuo said as he stood up, stepped on the bench with one foot, held a sword with both hands and looked at the country.
posture.
Zhu Jiannan coughed slightly, and Zhu Yinuo immediately sat back on the bench. He was so cute and well-behaved. When Zhu Jiannan saw it, he couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"How about this? As a brother, I have some friendship with Liang Boye from Ziwei City. You..."
Before Zhu Jiannan could finish speaking, Zhu Yinuo jumped up again and shouted: "Brother, do you know General Baiyu?"
Zhu Jiannan couldn't help but press his forehead with his right hand, feeling pain in his temples. He just heard him say lightly: "His previous name was General Yulong."
"Wow, I am really suitable for traveling in the world. I have fought swords with the proud tigers of Xisha, chatted with undead ghosts, and now I have to fight the white-faced jade dragon on the battlefield. I have gathered together all the three fiercest men in the world."
Seeing Zhu Yinuo being so excited, Lei Niu, who was standing behind Zhu Jiannan, didn't know what to do. Although Ziwei City is named after the Emperor's Star, does the world know the truth of how one general's success can lead to thousands of bones being withered?
Zhu Jiannan didn't seem worried at all. He asked again: "Yinuo, do you know where General Han started to join the army?"
"General Hussars, no no no, he should be the vanguard general..."
Zhu Yinuo yelled out various gestures and movements, and changed them seven or eight times in a row, but he always felt that nothing was right.
Zhu Jiannan did not wait for Zhu Yinuo to continue and said the answer: "Infantry Pioneer Battalion!"
Zhu Yinuo frowned slightly, then relaxed quickly. Also, real big shots will start from little ones.
Zhu Yinuo walked up to Zhu Jiannan and asked, "Brother, why do you and Mo Ming want me to go to Ziwei City?"
Zhu Yinuo was just curious, but when Zhu Jiannan heard these words, it was like a bolt from the blue.