Nalan Tianzuo raised his eyes and glared at Qing'er lazily, and said lightly, "Don't laugh at the Eighteen Tribes Alliance. You have forgotten that there is another Ji Rufeng who is a member of the Eighteen Tribes Alliance. He is one of the four young masters in the world."
"And! Cousin, you also said that you are a romantic young man. I think I am just a person who is seeking fame. For the fourth young master to see you like this, cousin, you, a sinister young master, naturally do your part. It doesn't matter if you are attacked by those people again.
People know that cousin, you are the dignified prince of Persia. When the time comes, the title of the first of the four young masters that has been hung for many years will belong to my cousin. As for Yelu Zongxiao, it is limited to a proud son of heaven. Mr. Liuyan,
The moon in the mirror is always the moon in the mirror, more often it is held up by others. If he falls down, he will definitely be more miserable than anyone else.
As for Ji Rufeng, I have said that a romantic young man is not a young man, but this Ji Rufeng is not young at all, he is still so romantic, and he grew up in that barbaric tribe. I can treat him as a fourth grader.
The eldest son has always been dismissive, but the ghost-faced master Fu Chenyi rarely appears. People are full of expectations about how he was disfigured and how he rose to prominence after being disfigured. Tsk tsk! These are all
What a huge mystery! If I could find out, all the people in the world would bow down to me!"
When Qing'er said this, she couldn't help but laugh out loud. She is a little girl after all, and her interests are greater than anything else.
Nalan Tianzuo just focused on the amethyst armband in his hand. He didn't know how many words he heard from Qing'er's chatter.
"However, cousin, I don't understand why the King of Liao and Bai Xiaolou failed to choose the four young masters back then? These two people are so popular, why did Ji Rufeng and Fu Chenyi take the lead?
?”
Qing'er's words brought back Nalan Tianzuo's thoughts. He played with the amethyst armband repeatedly in his hand. His pupils seemed to look into the inside of the amethyst armband. His eyes seemed calm, but they were brewing with perspective.
His abilities are average. The calmer he is, the more people dare not ignore him.
Nalan Tianzuo opened his thin lips and said calmly,
"Tuobo Kun is the king of the Northern Liao Dynasty. His identity has already surpassed everything in the minds of the people. He is the God of War who is indomitable and more importantly, he is a symbol of their awe and fascination. As for Bai Xiaolou, how can he be bright when he is born?
The title of Young Master can only be given to one person. Although Bai Xiaolou's temperament is more suitable than Yelu Zongxiao, Yelu Zongxiao is the prince after all, and the Bai family will always submit to the Liao Emperor! Therefore, it is reasonable for Bai Xiaolou to lose the election.
"
Nalan Tianzuo's words immediately woke up Qing'er. She opened her mouth, blinked her eyes, and it took her a long time to react.
"That's it! In other words, the King of Liao is superior to your four young masters in the eyes of the people. As for Bai Xiaolou, he feels a bit like a treasure in the ocean. It's not that he is not as good as Yelu Zongxiao, it's just because of his identity.
, when two people are suitable for each other, it is natural that the prince enjoys a higher prestige, which makes the emperor look good. Therefore, Bai Xiaolou has rarely come to Kyoto in recent years and has always stayed in the Snowfield Tribe, which is also intentional.
Avoid the limelight of Yelu Zongxiao, otherwise, if Bai Xiaolou appears frequently in Kyoto, there is no guarantee that the people will not compare the two together. By then, I am afraid that as time goes by, Yelu Zongxiao will be at a disadvantage."
After hearing Qing'er's words, Nalan Tianzuo smiled noncommittally but still played with the incomplete amethyst armband in his hand.
Qing'er looked at the amethyst armband, pouted, and whispered, "Cousin, this is the only piece of the amethyst armband left. Why are you looking at it over and over again? Why don't you give this piece to me?
I can make a crystal ring to wear”
Qing'er said that he was about to reach out to take it. The next moment, he saw a white dazzling spiritual light suddenly condensed in Nalan Tianzuo's palm. For a moment, Qing'er's pupils were unable to open, and his fingers were almost injured by the white light.
She even hurriedly pulled it back to know that the light of Nalan Tianzuo's spiritual power could be compared to a sword that can sharpen iron like mud. If she had withdrawn her hand just a moment later, she was afraid that her finger would be useless!
The white light in Nalan Tianzuo's palm instantly enveloped the amethyst. After the dazzling light, the hard amethyst instantly turned into a purple powder in his palm, like fine crystal sand.
, silky threads flowed down from his palm...
Qing'er looked at the purple crystal sand that fell on the ground, pursed her lips, and said depressedly, "It's a pity, it's a pity, such a big piece of amethyst, how many rings can I make, cousin..."
"This is something for her, how dare you, a girl, ask for it?" Nalan Tianzuo's voice was light, but there was a gloomy aura hidden in it.
Qing'er glanced at Nalan Tianzuo dejectedly, and then muttered in a low voice, "Isn't this worth several yuan? I want to use it instead of wasting it. Cousin, you are really stingy!"
"This is not stingy! If you don't give it to her, it will be ruined. When it is intact, it is a gift for her. Once it is imperfect, it will be ruined. If you like jewelry, come tomorrow.
Go to the accountant to collect the money and go out to buy it yourself. But this amethyst armband can only be hers."
After Nalan Tianzuo finished speaking, he stood up and left, leaving Qing'er with a calm and elegant back. Qing'er unconsciously stuck out her tongue, looked at the powder like fine sand on the ground, and sighed softly, even if her cousin wanted to give it to her.
, will Fourth Miss Nalan accept it as her cousin wants?
A strange woman who even the King of Northern Liao didn't pay attention to. My cousin's heart is just afraid... that I will inevitably get hurt in the future. My cousin is very smart. In a moment of confusion, he clearly saw through it, but his heart is unwilling to admit it.
Is this the feeling of deception that feelings give people?
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Early morning of the second day, General's Mansion, Liuli Courtyard
After Nalan Minghui brought Mu Liang back to the General's Mansion, he stayed in the Liuli Courtyard all night. During this period, the first lady, the third lady, the fourth lady, and even the fifth lady who rarely showed up came to see the general in person.
They were all rejected coldly by Nalan Minghui. He didn't see anyone. He just sat quietly on the chair, watching over Mu Liang who had not yet woken up.
When Bai Xiaolou clicked on Muliang's acupuncture points, they were precise enough to allow Muliang to sleep all night.
Nalan Minghui stared at Mu Liang's face, his pupils were deep, and there was indescribable sadness and guilt in his eyes. He looked at the thin and slender figure lying there. The two exposed hands, the backs of the hands were densely covered with large and small.
He had rolled up her sleeves to see the scars before, and the scars on her arms were even more shocking.
Feifeng and Bao'er saw that he saw Mu Liang's scars, and they endured it for a while before telling him that the scars on Mu Liang's body were the truly horrific ones.
Nalan Minghui asked everyone to retreat. He sat here alone and quietly accompanied Mu Liang. He was sorry for Zi Wei's instructions before his death, and left his young daughter at home, where she suffered all kinds of bullying and abuse. He is now
How can I face seeing this daughter again?
Nalan Minghui changed out of his military uniform at this moment. Dressed in casual clothes, he lost the aura of a cold and hardened military commander and gained more helplessness and guilt of a loving father.
It's not that he hasn't cared about this girl all these years, it's just that there are some things that are hard to talk about and he can't help himself.
Thinking of the way this girl looked at him yesterday, Nalan Minghui's heart felt as if it had sunk to the bottom of the valley. What kind of ruthless cold eyes were there that could not be looked at? When she looked at him, those eyes were like extremely sharp knives.
The feeling of the knife stabbing his eyes one after another was devoid of any warmth or emotion, as if he was worse than a stranger! Her cold and arrogant aura was completely out of his expectation. He was so used to seeing blood.
The generals in the scene of flowing rivers will also feel a slight chill in their hearts.
In all my life, I have never seen a girl with such eyes! And she is my own daughter!
Before Nalan Minghui came back, he already knew about Mu Liang changing the shopkeepers of five shops, and how she asked Shopkeeper Han and others to deal with other shopkeepers. He knew all this! On the one hand, he was surprised that this daughter was cold-blooded
Ruthless means, on the other hand, he indifferently allowed her to do what she wanted to do! It’s hard to say whether this was compensation or guilt! In short, he has let her down by letting her do whatever she wants from now on.
Her mother's dying instructions were to never treat this child badly again!
Nalan Minghui was lost in thought when he suddenly felt two cold and bloodthirsty gazes being cast on him, making his usually majestic and unyielding body shiver.
Nalan Minghui raised his eyes and looked at the bed, but he was startled. He thought Mu Liang had woken up, but when he looked at her, she had her eyes closed and she was still lying on the bed in the same posture as before. She didn't look like she was awake.
Nalan Minghui stared blankly, how could this be possible? Just now he clearly felt that she was awake, and it seemed that this was the only daughter in the world who could give her such a cold and frozen feeling?
It's not her, what's going on?
Nalan Minghui was thinking when he heard a cold voice. It sounded calm, but it contained a huge condensed evil spirit secretly.
"General, you must have been sitting here all night? What? The general just came back from the border and didn't take a good rest. What kind of fatherly role are you playing here? Tsk! It's not necessary for the general to be like this. Who in the world doesn't?
You know that I, Nalan Muliang, have no father for a long time! It is really unnecessary for the General to do this!"