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Chapter Two Hundred and Twenty: This Farewell

At the entrance of Yangjiao Alley, the sunset is setting, the wild grass and flowers are fragrant, and the swallows are falling on the eaves of the pink walls and black tiles, whispering, like whispering, and whispering, and making a warm feeling with the spring breeze in the temples.

The spring days in the south of the Yangtze River are not in the same world as the chilly spring in the north of the desert.

At this moment in the north of the Mo, the wind was still cold in the morning and evening, but in the south of the Yangtze River, the willows were swaying, and the face was not cold, and even the drizzle did not return.

That day Song quietly looked at the figure standing at the gate of the small courtyard of the Liluo. The tall shadow fell under the sunset and flowed into a dark river.

There, Bo Yizhi stood with his hands behind his back, with a calm expression, but there was only a little disappointment and longing hidden in his eyes.

The fences and the courtyard are already deserted and empty, and there is no sound.

Mo Qian suddenly appeared in the morning. Are they here to help with the migration and moving?

Is he really so fond of that young man? He will never get one side.

Last night, when he returned to Yanguilou from Wang Yinglin's mansion, he heard what Lian Shanfu said when Zhao Chonghuan came to ask about the whereabouts of the Wang family's grandson, he felt a little panic inexplicably.

He didn't want to be the ruthless man in the eyes of a young man who specializes in plundering, ambitions and only wants to break through his homeland.

With his sword and iron horse, his great cause of the country, he cannot control the ambitions of the Mongolian Khan.

However, at least at this moment, he still hopes to find the long-lost important officials in the court, hoping to finally reach a reconciliation between the two countries and govern it across the water.

The rise and fall of the people are suffering. He least wants to see the people suffering and displaced under the smoke of wolf.

In fact, even Bo Yizhi didn't understand why he was eager to tell Zhao Chonghuan what he thought was.

He hesitated for a long time to see the appearance of a woman in Xi Cun early in the morning, an irresistible fantasy arose in his heart, and aroused an irresistible surging torrent.

Is Zhao Chonghuanruo also a woman wearing a mask?

This assumption made him feel inexplicably-

After going to the wife of Pingjun, after inquiring about the other party's unhindered news, he should have quietly investigated who had leaked the news, instead of being unable to control the turbulent entanglement in his mind and giving himself a last chance to see the boy from Yangjiao Lane.

Unfortunately, I still missed it!

Again and again, again and again!

He smiled bitterly, was God destined to say goodbye to them?

Fate is really like the setting sun, only visible but unpredictable!

Bo Yizhi was silent for a long time, and when he looked back, his eyes were already clear.

"Let's go!" He moved suddenly and strode away.

That Risong pursed his lips and walked away, and a hint of regret flashed across his thin and dark face.

He looked back while walking, thinking that if he had the chance to come to Jiangnan, he would no longer stop Bo Xiang like this morning.

However, no one expected that the next time they came to Jiangnan, they would attack the city with iron hooves of war horses and blood-stained swords and halberds.

...

Pingzhang Mansion is already very busy.

Today, Jia Pingzhang invited a night banquet for powerful people. In previous years, the incense meetings have also been held one after another. However, most of them are flattering the close ministers. This year, there are great wars, and even some noble people in the palace were invited to come.

After all, the new emperor ascended the throne and his future was uncertain. Establishing a good relationship with the humeral ministers of the official family is also an important trick for Lord Pingzhang to rise step by step.

But now, the invitation list is already a barometer of the court's storm.
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