Tuo Bokun stood in front of the study window, staring out at the cold autumn weather. The next moment, a magnetic voice sounded deep,
"With this king's condition, do I really have to go through this?" Tuobo Kun asked seriously, his figure showing a hint of coldness and coldness.
The ascetic old man smiled calmly and said calmly, "Wang has never been a person who refuses to face reality. Since there is something wrong with his body, it needs medical treatment. Wang should understand that delaying one day will waste one day!"
Tuo Bokun stood with his hands behind his back, his posture remained firm and motionless.
His voice was even deeper than before, "Before, I had no worries, everything in front of me was everything! But now, my heart belongs to me, my heart hurts, I don't dare to take risks easily."
There was a hint of self-deprecation in his voice, which seemed to be because in the end, his statement that he had something in his heart was just wishful thinking.
The ascetic old man smiled faintly, closed his shrewd eyes, and opened them again the next moment, already clear.
"King, it's so cold that it's bone-chilling, why can't plum blossoms smell so fragrant! Whether you can leave or not depends entirely on how deep this love is in the king's heart, whether it's deep in your heart, deep in your bones, or deep in your heart.
Bone marrow? The ancients said that bone marrow produces blood, and blood produces breath. Breath is the basis of supporting a person's life! Wang has already carved the fourth lady into the bone marrow, so he is hesitant at this moment. Otherwise, if this feeling has any experience,
Without careful consideration, given the king's temperament, I'm afraid he would have cut the mess with a sword."
The ascetic old man's tone was always the same when he spoke, calm and indifferent but every word was precise.
Tuobo Kun's pupils reflected a faint light, and the next moment he waved his hands and said in a deep voice,
"Let me think again"
"Okay." The ascetic old man stopped insisting, nodded, turned around and walked out of the study.
As the sun set, King Tuo, the Heartbroken Man, stood for a long time in front of the study window with his slender body, his face as sinking as water, but his heart as confused as numbness.
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At the same time, the east courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion
Nalan Tianzuo looked at Qing'er who was kneeling in front of him. His eyes were as clear as the gurgling spring water. However, the cold air hidden behind the clear spring made Qing'er nervous.
Cousin rarely punishes her like this. If she hadn't accidentally leaked her cousin's thoughts about Miss Nalan to the big housekeeper, the big housekeeper wouldn't have missed the business because he was worried that his cousin would be attracted by Miss Nalan.
summoned the Persian envoy
Now the envoy was in the front hall. Ten days had passed, but my cousin ignored him and let the envoy wait there. In the past few days, the chief steward's hair had turned gray due to worry, and he had become thinner. Liangkai even accompanied him.
I have been kneeling outside for three days, but my cousin went to court and came back as usual, turning a blind eye to all of them!
This morning, a flying eagle came from Persia to deliver a message. The flying eagle was the exclusive messenger eagle of the Holy Emperor of Persia. Now that the flying eagle is coming, it means that the letter was written by the Holy Emperor himself! Qing'er watched as Nalantian
He crumpled up the handwriting of the Holy Emperor, his heart was clenched high, his little face was pale and pale, without a trace of blood.
My cousin actually ignored the Holy Emperor’s words because of Fourth Miss Nalan!
Near noon, there was a loud noise outside the east courtyard. A scene that frightened Qing'er finally appeared. The Persian envoy who had been waiting for ten days finally lost his composure and risked his life to break into the east courtyard.
Outside the yard, Manager Liang and Envoy Yan were heard arguing quietly.
"Firebringer! Stay! Stay! It's better to wait for the prince to summon you!"
"Good Manager! I really can't wait any longer! The prince has not been seen for ten days, and the subordinate has been waiting for ten days. Could it be said that the prince has not seen his subordinate for the rest of his life, and the subordinate has to wait here for the rest of his life? This Holy Emperor's handwriting is all
Here we are, the prince..."
"Firebringer! Listen to what I say, and you can retreat to the front hall and wait peacefully! You..."
"Lao Liang, let him in! I have some instructions."
Nalan Tianzuo, who had been silent for ten days, finally spoke up, in a clear and casual manner, and seemed not to be affected by the Flame Messenger's anger.
Nalan Tianzuo waved his sleeves, signaling Qing'er to stand up as well. Qing'er, who had been kneeling for three days, almost fell to the ground as soon as he stood up. He couldn't help but take a deep breath, adjust his inner breath, and managed to stand still.
The next moment, footsteps sounded messily behind them. Flame Messenger and the haggard and nervous Manager Liang walked in quickly. After seeing Nalan Tianzuo, they all knelt down.
"The prince is a thousand years old!"
After the two of them saluted, they both knelt there in a polite manner, not daring to move at all.
Firstly, none of his subordinates like Nalan Tianzuo could guess his temper. Secondly, the east courtyard is densely packed with organs and murderous intent is everywhere! If the organs are accidentally touched, thousands of arrows will pierce the heart and scatter everywhere! Even if
It's the steps you walk under your feet and the seemingly ordinary black marble floor. Maybe an iron pliers will come out from below at the next moment and clamp the ankles into powder in an instant. However, the seemingly neatly arranged
Vase, it is very likely that an extremely sharp dagger will fly out from the vase and take it straight to the head!
The two of them couldn't get Nalan Tian's answer, so they didn't dare to raise their heads.
Nalan Tianzuo glanced at Manager Liang, and his words were clear and clear, but every word was heart-wrenching.
"Mr. Liang, do you still know how to be afraid? This Qing'er is a yellow-haired girl. I have always been troubled by my work, but what about you? You have forgotten who your master is! You look scared now. Who is it?
Did you forget to clean it, or are you just pretending to show it to me? Tell me!"
As soon as Nalan Tianzuo opened his mouth, Manager Liang buried himself lower and lower, and the black hair on his head was now gray. His life had not been easy in the past ten days, and the torture in his heart was worse than being cut into pieces with a thousand cuts!
But Nalan Tianzuo couldn't say anything. He didn't even dare to die! He could only hold on like this.
The flame user next to Mr. Liang also felt frightened at this moment.
In the ancient country of Persia, the Holy Emperor is the holy king in everyone's heart. Nalan Tianzuo, who was able to defeat the four elders and kill the Snow Mountains at a young age, is the new hope of the entire ancient country of Persia! Although the Flame Messenger is anxious, but in
In front of Nalan Tianzuo, I dare not make the slightest mistake
"Firebringer, how do you feel after waiting for ten days?" Nalan Tianzuo looked at the Flamebringer kneeling there. As soon as he said the words, a rare smile appeared on the corner of his lips. The smile was clean and moist, without any trace of it.
There are signs of anger
But the more he behaves like this, the more frightening the storm that follows this calmness becomes.
"Prince, the Holy Emperor has an order for the prince to go back immediately! There is a subordinate here who pretends to be the prince and temporarily acts as the prime minister." The flame messenger did not dare to say anything else at the moment, so he could only seize the time to inform Nalan Tianzuo of the Holy Emperor's order.