It rained at the third watch of the night last night, and it was cool all day long.
Ninth Young Master walked through the long corridor.
He walked slowly and gracefully, as if he were stepping on someone else's heart step by step.
The expressionless handsome face was as deep as if it had been cut by a knife.
"Have you confirmed your identity?" Ninth Young Master asked the boy following behind him.
The boy didn't say anything, but stretched out his hand and handed over a jade token.
Ninth Young Master glanced at it and saw the character "九" engraved on the jade plate.
The Ninth Young Master smiled and said, "Well done, let's go down and receive the reward."
The boy bowed his hands and resigned.
For so many years, the Ninth Young Master has lived a very lonely and careful life in the huge city of Jinling.
Apart from a romantic and passionate persona, he has no bad habits and does not hang out with other dandies. He is devoted to Feng Shui alone and is nostalgic for the land of fireworks.
He was also very handsome, so ladies and gentlemen from every family regarded him as the lover of their dreams and a wish-fulfilling husband.
However, the days passed day by day, and time passed little by little.
People suddenly discovered that the descendants of this huge royal family died one by one, or died mysteriously, leaving only two or three kittens.
There was only one princess left in the family of King Puyang. Among the children of Emperor Zhao, there was only one princess, Princess Zhaoyang.
And this Ninth Young Master became the only heir apparent. His father was the fifth brother of Emperor Zhao. After the war thirteen years ago, Zhao Kingdom had no one to fight against.
Emperor Zhao sent several of his younger brothers to guard the border.
The fifth prince died under the siege of three cardinals of the Holy See. His body was hung on the cross of the cathedral and was called "the glory of the knight". He has not returned yet.
Out of guilt, Emperor Zhao loved his only nephew in every possible way.
Therefore, some ministers in the court now believe that Princess Zhaoyang cannot inherit the throne as a female dependent.
The Ninth Young Master should be adopted as a prince and inherit the throne.
And there are not a few people who have this idea.
The Ninth Young Master walked out of the long corridor, came to an attic, pushed the door open and entered.
Inside the house, there was an exquisite jade body lying on the bed.
Ninth Young Master frowned: "Dongxuan?"
The woman on the bed was obviously sealed and unable to move.
I could only look at the man in front of me with my helpless eyes.
"Forget it, let's make do with it." Ninth Young Master turned around and closed the door.
After a while, a weak and feeble moan came from the room.
Outside Yanmen Pass.
Ai Shanjiang was sitting on his horse, looking at the tower in front of him calmly.
Countless people die in front of this pass every year. Tens of thousands of lives are lost just to grab a few mouthfuls of food. This is something that everyone is accustomed to.
Ai Shanjiang did not hesitate. In fact, he could not hesitate.
A country's women and children are waiting for his decision.
And women and children in another country will bleed into rivers because of his decision.
But what can be done about this?
This fucking world!
If not forced to do anything, who would be willing to be a murderous demon without blinking an eye?
"Attack!" Ai Shanjiang drew out his saber and swung it forward with all his might, roaring.
Countless voices of people and horses followed one after another.
This pass has been breached countless times, and it took the fastest man three days.
However, today's order is only for one day.
Seen from above, countless swarms of chaotic ants are attacking a city. Countless ants on the city are densely packed and busy smashing things below.
The sound of fighting filled the sky, and the powerful voice of the northern man seemed insignificant in this battlefield.
After a while, the smell of blood floated upward, your blood, my blood.
At this moment, there is no longer any distinction between countries and races. Everyone is just a piece of stinky meat waiting to rot.