In the lamasery in ruins, a light suddenly flashed and a man's figure stood out.
When this figure settles down...
Xuanli's fingers, which had been as stiff as a corpse, suddenly started to move as if they were conscious. He groaned in pain, as if he felt someone beside him when he was awake, and immediately ignored the serious injuries on his body and tried to sit up.
…
The man moved his thin lips and said something.
Xuanli opened his eyes suddenly and unbelievably, and his lips began to tremble in disbelief——
yes……
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Li Tianxiao went to pick up the old friend from the Central Plains as Tian Liang said, and took Fan Cong and others to the direction pointed to. Jian Shaotang was ordered to stay behind. Before Li Tianxiao left, he handed him a letter,
Instruct him to go to the inn and send him back to Xifeng as soon as possible.
Jian Shaotang didn't need to think about it to know that it was Tian Nuan's letter, a letter written to Su Shilin.
He took the envelope and hesitated for a long time, but finally did not open it or look at it. He took the envelope and rode his horse to deliver the letter to the inn.
It was late at night when we arrived at the inn.
In order not to waste time, Jian Shaotang asked the station courier for help, paid a lot of silver for the service, and added a few explosive erotic books, and finally got the permission, in exchange for which they set off immediately regardless of the late night.
After watching the messenger leave, the person who stayed behind at the post joked in stiff Chinese dialect: "This must be a letter from the young master to his sweetheart, otherwise, why would he be in such a hurry..."
Jian Shaotang didn't nod or answer. He just silently mounted his horse and returned to the camp.
It's a letter sent to my sweetheart.
However, what he sent was a letter he wrote to another man.
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"Mr. Qi, a rare and charming man, shouldn't he be in the beauty's tent now?"
"Beauty's kindness never fades away."
"You still want to be seen on purpose. When did you, Mr. Qida, become so vulgar?"
"Mr. laughed."
In the darkness, two figures stood side by side, separated by a slight distance, talking in a small voice that was unpleasant to ordinary people.
Mr. Ruan's face was cold and his tone was serious. Mr. Qi also listened indifferently without much expression.
"You are a first-rate observer of people's thoughts. You should understand that this woman won't do this. This method is useless to her." Mr. Ruan stepped forward and hooked his shoulder. "Maybe you can tell her that you can do this."
The person who married Mr. Ben will follow me, so the success rate will be higher. After all, the only person who can match you is Mr. Ben’s face, right?"
"You know very well that you only have this one advantage."
Qi Xuan took off Mei Ruan's arm and removed his fingers that were holding her chin. He said softly, "Mr. Ruan, respect yourself."
Mr. Ruan Da frowned. Although he was ridiculed by him for being useless except for his face, he was not angry. He just shook his head and said: "I am too lazy to take care of your business. I'd better go back to the account and accompany my beauty."
Doctor Gu, who was tied to the couch in the tent, had very few opportunities to be called a beauty, so he suddenly shuddered and got goosebumps for no apparent reason...
"Ziyu has no martial spirit and is naturally weaker than ordinary people. Sir, you should be more compassionate."
Mr. Qi kindly reminds me.
Mr. Ruan was furious, "Why, haven't you gotten to know him well? How long has he been with you, and how many years has he been with me? You took him away two years ago. Mr. Account Book has nothing to do with you."
"That's for your own good."
Mr. Qi said a few words and blocked Mr. Ruan's words.
Ruan Meiren remembered that she had argued with this person many times and always failed to win, so she stopped talking and asked: "The medicine has been prepared, how to do it?"
"Don't bother me sir," Qi Xuan raised his head and said calmly, "I want to lend someone's hand to help him."
Mr. Ruan smelled the smell of the old fox again, and he clicked his tongue, "It must not be easy for you to go to the princess's tent tonight, right?"
There was always a harmless smile on Qi Xuan's lips. After hearing his words, she didn't say anything. She just glanced at him, turned around with her hands behind her hands, and walked slowly towards Han'er Duo.
Seeing that he didn't want to reveal anything, Ruan Meiren quickly turned around and went back to You Ziyu's felt tent——
Qixuan walked a few steps and happened to bump into Dong Wenjin, who was swaying and half-drunk and half-awake. As he walked, his steps were still a little wobbly. When he saw the disguised Qixuan standing in front of him, he walked over and said:
"Third brother, I'm looking for you! I have something... I want... I want to ask you."
"Your Highness, please speak."
"Third brother, why do so many people want to be the emperor?"
Dong Wenjin's eyes were dim and his tone was decadent, "If there is someone in this world who doesn't want the throne, is he a fool?"
"Your Highness is drunk."
"I'm drunk..."
Dong Wenjin lowered his head and said, with a look of frustration on his face, "Third brother is just listening to drunken talk. Wenjin is not as talented and capable as third brother. He has a clear mind that can discern people and things, and he has things that ordinary people can't match.
A majestic and powerful man... Wen Jin knows nothing. He is just an ordinary prince who lives peacefully in the palace. Wen Jin can't do anything well. The third brother has obviously been away from the palace for many years, and the second sister has also broken with the royal family, but
I can also change my mind because of Third Brother's piece of music. Even my stupidity in playing was covered up by Third Brother with the word "hard training", and I got a bit undeservedly moved... Third Brother, you taught me that a monarch needs
Be careful, even what you say when you are drunk must be well calculated, speak clearly, and act carefully... What I am saying now are all crazy things. I am actually drunk, otherwise I would not say these things to my third brother, but I can't
I say I'm drunk, because what I'm saying now are all rebellious and unfilial words. I'm the only prince left! A heavy responsibility rests on my shoulders! Could it be that Wen Jin's life is about forcing himself, doing things that are beyond his reach, and walking on a thorny road?
Are you forcing yourself to be an emperor? Third brother, I don’t understand. You are obviously better than me..."
"Your Highness is worrying too much."
Qi Xuan's words were calm and very plain, "It's getting late, and it's time for Your Highness to go back to his tent and rest."
Dong Wenjin heard what he said, lowered his head and smiled, and said: "The wine on the grassland is too strong... I am drunk, third brother... sir... don't take it seriously."
After saying that, he nodded to Qixuan, then turned around and left.
Qi Xuan paused, and couldn't help but cast his eyes on the felt tent where the little bun lived, his eyebrows darkening slightly.