When Li Zhiyan pulled Qing Qing away, he happened to meet Wen Li who had finished dressing and went out surrounded by a group of guards. Zhiyan hurriedly took a few steps forward, bent down deeply and saluted: "I'll be back soon.
It's late, please forgive me, Master." Wen Li waved his hand and said, "It doesn't matter." Then he turned to look at Qing Qing, who had no choice but to bow his head and salute like smoke. But he saw Master Wen laughing silently.
, narrowed his eyes, and said with deep meaning: "Sister and General Nan haven't seen each other for a long time. We had a nice conversation, right?"
Listening to his question, Qingqing's heart tightened, and she couldn't help but feel worried, fearing that he might ask something about what she said during the conversation with the head of Jimo. As a criminal in Lirong Mountain, she was the last person in the world to know half of "Fan Ya Ji"
Every move of the half-disabled man who was going was being monitored at all times. This was already normal and not surprising.
After all, this is not the first time that Qing Qing has seen Tiankeju's supernatural powers. After all, Mr. Ruo knows exactly where he went when he disappeared for half a year and practiced in seclusion with Xia Qishi.
On the other hand, Wen Li is now the leader of the Eight Musical Instruments, but he dares to keep a sinner with hatred by his side. After all, his confidence lies in it. Although Qingqing has a precious jade flute with her.
Next to Mr. Ruo, no one dared to snatch it without Mr. Ruo speaking. But in fact, Qingqing himself had wanted to take action several times, but was frightened by the faint sound of breathing coming from the dark and dared not speak out. Not now.
When we casually die together——
If he dies and Tian Keju loses "Fan Ya Ji" and can barely act as a handle, then who can protect the children of the Shen family?
Qingqing was not afraid that Wen Li would find out that he was chasing after Jimo. The surrender of Bei Mo was imminent. Mr. Ruo must not have dared to see blood easily. But he was pulled into Nan Jiayou's tent and let this young head see it.
A clear one.
I'm afraid that for a moment, he was immersed in the joy of Linghu's descendants groveling and not daring to resist!
Forced by her own majesty, Sister Lin Qinglin knew clearly that there was an enemy standing in front of her that she could not wait to kill day and night, but she still had to smile and endure the uninformed behavior of General Xihunan.
Such a pitiful look - Wen Li couldn't help but laugh out loud just thinking about the scene in the tent.
But after all, Wen Li is a very smart leader. In front of so many guards and maids, he still needs to remain calm. Therefore, no one can see what the leader is thinking. They can only see him smiling broadly.
, it’s just that I don’t mind the lateness of the two maids.
Qingqing quietly raised his head and saw that Wen Li, after dressing up, was indeed a bit more mature. Logically speaking, Head Wen was already in his prime, so he could be considered a mature adult. However, Qingqing subconsciously looked over and always looked at him.
He regarded him as a simple child - a child with clear eyes who would scream in fear when he was raised over a cliff, and who would come to inform him regardless of his father's face.
Should Wen Liwen, the head of the family, become like this? Should Qing Qing be blamed, or should he blame himself?
At first, Wen Li, Jimo and Qing Qing, three young heroes of similar age, got to know each other at the Bayin Club, but now they are strangers to each other, and they are no longer as carefree and innocent as before.
In other words, the three of them were destined not to have a carefree life from the beginning.
Looking up again, Linghu Qingqing saw the head of the West Lake in front of him wearing a high crown with floral clouds and string patterns on his head, and wearing a blue, black, and gold-edged dark robe. The robe was plain, without many patterns, but a small corner
It is already embroidered with string patterns unique to the West Lake. As the master of the Four Weapons, dressing like this is quite frugal, but the layers of water on the smooth robe cannot cover up the luxury and rareness of the fabric. Except for
In addition, perhaps because Wen Li is wearing black boots, his whole person looks much taller and more mature.
Although the crowning ceremony has not yet taken place, Head Wen's dress is already the same as that of old Head Wen Xian.
"Get up!" Perhaps sensing Qing Qing's distracted gaze, Wen Li waved his hand and said with a smile, "It's just a little late, so there's no need to be so polite. Let's go - Mr. Ruo has set up a banquet.
This is about to begin.”
I don't know if it was Qingqing's illusion or something, but I always felt that at that moment, Wen Li's smile was clean, simple, without any impurities. But the smile disappeared fleetingly, and when Qingqing wanted to look up again, Head Wen had already recovered.
The pretentious and majestic demeanor before, and all the innocence and innocence were gone.
"I sincerely wish you, Master, peace! I wish that Master, the world will be at peace and the world will be peaceful, and your beauty and longevity will be boundless!"
"Seniors, please get back on your feet quickly." Head Wen summoned everyone skillfully, and without being rude, he gave a broad and generous smile to the resentful people in Beimo - surrendering is all, what?
You have to grovel and give such a big gift to the little boss! Those grumpy Northern Desert Kings were about to jump up, but their own Jimo boss looked as usual. No matter how angry others were, they had to change his tone.
Anger was held in his stomach.
After all, when he surrendered to West Lake, the kings coerced the young leader to achieve their goal of preserving wealth. Now it's just a matter of kowtow and shouting, who can blame him?
Having said that, no matter the sect in West Lake or the Tajia kings in Bei Mo who had some regrets, they all felt like a mirror in their hearts at this time, knowing that Bei Mo, like Dong Shan and Nan Lin, had been received by Mi Yu.
In the hands of West Lake, it is a sure thing, and the general trend is inevitable. Even here in West Lake, there are many heads who had issues with Bei Mo in the past. They are secretly gloating at this misfortune - what a powerful king of the Ta family, in the end, it is up to us.
Xihu’s face?
During the conversation, Wen Li had already raised his glass and took the lead in honoring the ancestors of heaven and earth. Logically speaking, this third glass of wine should be given to the veterans and heroes present, especially the people of Beimo who had just abandoned the dark side and turned to the bright side. Unexpectedly, Wen Li
Li put down his wine cup, stood up, and said slowly:
"For this third cup, Li would like to honor Miyu Xihu, the meritorious officials who followed the previous leader and traveled north and south, and would like to honor all Yi Ya seniors who abandoned evil and followed good, and came back from their own way."
"But in addition, Li is willing to respect one more person. The younger generation understands in his heart that although there are heavenly guests living in West Lake now, unifying the four musical instruments of the world, there are still some people who are dissatisfied and think that those who abandon the dark and turn to the light are ambitious people.
It's stupid, but he thinks that those who fight against the current situation are the real heroes. Therefore, here, instead of respecting others, he wants to toast those heroes who would rather die in the darkness than face the light! Although these people are stubborn
, stupid, Li had to kill them to maintain order in the world; but at the same time, these people are stupid but still have their integrity, even before execution, they deserve another toast from the younger generation!"
Having said this, Wen Li raised his sleeves and waved his hand: "Bring it up!"
Qingqing didn't listen to a word of what Head Wen Liwen was talking about just now. All he could think about was the familiar sound of footsteps amidst the clanking of iron chains. Those footsteps sounded hollow.
, but there is no lack of courage without regrets, and the calmness of never retreating in the face of a powerful enemy.
Qingqing's heart was pounding, but he didn't dare to look back for a moment. But the two guards took out the bruised man and displayed him naked in front of the guests from West Lake and Beimo——
It was the Xia Chessman who had been severely beaten. Facing the dazzling light in the tent, he couldn't even raise his head.
Wen Li winked and signaled Zhi Yan to pour wine for him. He then raised his glass, walked down the platform, came to Xia Lianggui's side, and smiled slowly: "Xia Qi Shi, my senior was obviously born in Tiankeju, and his training is world-class."
How come you, an invincible chess player, can’t tell the difference between light and dark and black and white in old age, yet you have to risk your life for Dongli Rongshan?”
"You..." Liang Gui wanted to say something, but no sound came out, leaving only half a mouthful of blood and foam pouring out of his mouth.
At this situation, Qingqing almost bit his tongue, but still did not have the courage to take a step forward. Qingqing himself had been tortured in the water prison, and he knew that no matter when and where, those people from Tiankeju could attack.
How cruel. The torture shackles also have a circle of iron spikes nailed inside. When the person's hands and feet are bound, the spikes can be driven into the flesh and bones. Over time, they will fester and rot, but they will not be able to move at all. Qingqing subconsciously
He looked at Xia Qishi's bare feet——
Sure enough, the fingers were stained with blood, but they were bare, without a single nail.
Qing Qing felt that he couldn't bear it anymore, so he put down the cups and utensils in his hands and stepped forward. He didn't care about anything else. He at least rescued Xia Qishi from here first, so as not to suffer the humiliation of Wen Li in vain in front of everyone. Who?
Just when he was about to take a step, he heard Wen Li turn around and shout:
"Sister Lin, why don't you come and pour a glass of wine for Xia Chessman?"
Hearing this, Qingqing's heart was filled with hot blood, but he couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat on his back. Qingqing's rescue of Xia Chess was almost imminent, and he couldn't allow himself to hesitate. But Ruo Dong came from another place.
The glances he casts at him all the time are forcing him to make up his mind——
How should I choose between my own integrity and General Shen's daughter?
Qing Qing stood there, biting his lips, wishing that he could bite through the flesh and let himself bleed all over his body instead of Xia Qishi. But in this short moment, all the guests in the hall looked over, waiting for the head's maid.
, pouring the third glass of wine for Head Wen of West Lake.
Seeing that Qingqing hadn't moved for a long time, perhaps because the tense atmosphere had filled his palms, Zhiyan picked up the wine bottle, walked to Qingqing, and touched her arm lightly. He looked at the boss, and then at Qingqing.
She lowered her head in contemplation and did not dare to say a word. Seeing this, the other maid holding a wine glass also hurriedly stepped forward and handed the small empty glass to Qing Qing's eyes, her eyes full of pleading.
Lin Shaoxia, for the sake of everyone, please go and offer this cup!
Taking a deep breath, Qingqing finally understood that the situation in front of her seemed to be in a dilemma, but in fact, she had no choice. Qingqing took the wine bottle from Zhiyan and heard Zhiyan sigh with relief.
Then he tilted the pot and watched the clear nectar, like a crystal ribbon, pouring smoothly into the cup in front of him, which was no bigger than the palm of his hand.
Then he placed the wine bottle firmly on the tray in the maid's hand - it didn't even spill, Qingqing felt a little surprised.
Immediately afterwards, Qingqing held the full glass of wine in his hands, raised his head, and looked in the direction in front of where Wen Li was standing, where the scarred Xia Chessman was being held up, and stepped step by step on Bei Yiya.
In the soft yellow sand of the desert. The footsteps in the sand were silent, but looking at her steps, it seemed that every step made a heavy sound.
King Taji, who was sitting next to the leader of Jimo, couldn't stand it. He stood up and was about to step forward, but was pulled back by Jimo Yao.
Qing Qing stopped at the last step away from Xia Chess, and then picked up the wine glass, with tears in his eyes, but his voice was as calm as water: