In the southwestern direction of the north, the rolling mountains are constantly undulating. In the depths of the mountains, there is a pavilion and a pavilion, standing in it, the pavilion is inlaid with gold, and the people are all outside the rivers and lakes.

Then, then

In the pavilion, there is a pavilion, above the pavilion, and the old man in white clothes, stroking his strings, behind him, a young man standing in white, the teenager holding a note on his hands, "Older

The lord, we found the young master. "

"The owner of Shaoge appeared on the royal royal Su Yanru, and discussed the assassination of Su Yanzhi, the monarch of the northern country."

The content of the information held in the hands of the teenager's indifferent report, and then looked at the old man in front of him, "Old Pavilion, the young master's move is wrong."

The old man of Fuqin touched the beard, "Yeah, there is a proper, talk about it, what's right?"

"The young master and his party should not be entrusted to the northern royal family."

This time, Feng Yuwou turned all the arrangements around Su Yanzhi. As long as Su Yan changed, the whole army was scattered without any chances.

The old man's hand touched the string, "Wrong, wrong ... Although the people in the north are terrible, they cannot get them into a desperate situation."

"Su Yanru, who wants to be on the throne, he also kills Su Yan's heart. Yu Ember is not wrong.

The two parties fought, killing people by knife, using people's hearts, no harm of half an inch, this is the method of war, available.

Where ... people's heart is indifferent ...

The teenager frowned and did not understand, "The meaning of the old pavilion is that the young master can succeed in this operation?"

The old man hooked his lips and smiled, shook his head, sighed, and the pale beard rolled in his hand, adding a bit of cold and mysterious to him.

. ""

"South State?"

The young man frowned, "The people of the southern country are gentle, and they respect to Highness and respect to the His Royal Highness. How can I ..."

"If you really love it, it will not appear. Cultural and military officials knelt in front of His Royal Highness and begged His Royal Highness to enter the country."

There are any love, respect, some, but only the desire to smoke the heart. The people's heart is covered under the sun, and naturally can't see the darkness. If the rising sun leaves, the shadow is not naturally great, and it is wide.

The teenager frowned and quiet, "Old Pavilion said, they would die in the southern country? That's not ... too cruel."

The old man sighed before sitting in front of the strings, "You need to grow up, whether it is the kind prince or the ruthless emperor's Supreme."

"Then do you need secret help, the old pavilion owner."

After the teenager put away the note on his hand, he stood respectfully and waited for the people in front of him to order.

"No, let this child eat some bitterness, it is also good."

If these children do n’t taste some suffering, I am afraid that they really ca n’t even realize it.

Calculating the consequences of people's hearts, the consequences of people's heart changes.

"yes."

The person holding a note turned to leave.

The old man sitting paused for a moment, still couldn't help but speak, "Wait, say that I ordered, sent a hundred dark guards, staring at the young master secretly, if there is danger, immediately save it."

Speaking, I looked up at the blue sky, "This child, go out for ten years, I don't know to go home to see, and I don't know, come back to ask for someone."

I don't know who like this personality.

"Yes, Lao Gezhu."

The young man bent down his waist, turned around and was about to leave. He just took a step, paused, and turned over. "The young master is the head of the dead in the southern country.

"

The old man lowered his eyes, "We are not good people, everyone has to save."

The teenager understands, and no longer says, nodded slightly, turned and left.

This remark has explained everything, only saving the young master, other people, don't ask.

In the suburbs of the imperial city of the North, Lin Junlan came out of the dark house with a heavy mood. As soon as he saw the sun, he saw Chu Moyan standing against him.

Black hair rolled with blue hair bands, blue clothes, under the sun, with the quietness of the wind, the handsome posture, with cold and arrogant.

When Chu Moyan heard the movement, turned around, and when he saw Lin Junlan, his eyes trembled: "You came out too."

"You, never left."

Lin Junlan stepped forward two steps, leaned against Chu Moyan, and stood side by side with him.

"Well, I'm waiting for Feng Yu."

"You and him ..."

"If he dies, I will be with him, then, trouble you, burial me with him."
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