Zi Yibai raised his head and looked at the woman hidden behind the white gauze: "Return? Mrs. Mengyun, will Yibai still come back one day?"
In the main hall, he didn't even have a good reason. With just one word, he was driven to the barbarian land of Qingzhou. He didn't have much affection for his fourteenth brother, who had been his role model since childhood. Yes, after all there is a ten-year age difference between them.
As soon as he went to Qingzhou, where the mountains were high and the roads were far away, he... "Haha," Zi Yibai smiled bitterly twice: "Mrs. Mengyun, since you know that the place Yibai went to is Qingzhou, you should go find someone else after this drinking party. Spend money and go.”
Han Mengxiao took the long sword on the table, held it with both hands, stood up and walked around the table to Zi Yibai. Zi Yibai didn't know what she was going to do, so he just stood up politely.
"My lord, I am wasting such a smart person, why can't you understand that the current situation of the Zimo Dynasty is in the transition period between development and prosperity. What is needed is not a king with ambitious plans, but a pragmatic defender. , you should know that if the court is unstable and the people are uneasy, how can society talk about progress?"
Sighing, Han Mengxiao continued: "My lord, you are no more than ten and seventy-eight now and have made no achievements. It's just because of your own wisdom that you are at the top of the public vote. So what? With your own efforts, you can go higher and higher." It will only become more lonely, just like the fine sand that makes the sky high. When the wind blows and the water rushes, no matter how hard you work, it is in vain. Qingzhou is connected to the Xuan Kingdom in the south, the Tago Department, the largest among the barbarians, is in the north, and there are islands in the sea to the west. Clan, use your talents in these places, I think you know what to do."
Han Mengxiao handed the sword to Zi Yibai: "This sword was given by me, but not by me alone. When you arrive in Qingzhou, open the scabbard and you will understand everything."
Zi Yibai took the sword with both hands, but knelt down firmly: "Mrs. Mengyun, I understand."
He didn't say how ashamed he felt after hearing these words. He didn't say how much swordsmanship he would do when he went to Qingzhou. He said "I understand" already said it all. He took out a white handkerchief from his arms and bit it. He wrote something on it with his finger and handed it to Han Mengxiao: "Mrs. Mengyun, I would like to trouble you to give this to the other person who gave the sword."
Han Mengxiao put away the handkerchief and nodded: "Okay, let's go."
Ten miles long pavilion, the setting sun is like blood, Zi Yibai, one person and one horse, disappearing away from the dust.
Han Mengxiao stood outside the pavilion until Zi Yibai's figure disappeared, then he lifted his gauze hat and unfolded the square white handkerchief. There were only two bright red words written on the handkerchief: Second Brother.
Han Mengxiao smiled so brightly that she leaned against the willow tree next to her, pulled down a willow leaf, and blew it hard, and the willow leaf flew out unsteadily.
She said: "What a good seedling. I understand everything before I even arrive in Qingzhou."
As her voice fell, the willow tree suddenly turned into a person, none other than the elegant Prince Han.
Zi Yihan touched his head: "Woman, what you pulled is my hair!"
Throwing the pure white veil into Zi Yihan's arms, Han Mengxiao made a face and ran forward: "Zi Yihan, tsk tsk, you are worthy of being the reincarnation of the God of Heaven. He has learned the skills of this illusion so quickly." Cum."
Zi Yihan flew forward, hugged Han Mengxiao's waist, and slapped her face: "Do you think it's like you, after so many days of learning, even flying in the sky is like a bird with broken wings?"