There was a vision on the threshing road, and it spread to the court within a few days after the 800-mile rush. His Majesty the Emperor, who was "relaxing for a moment" after dinner with the concubines, let countless princes and grandsons run out ahead of time on the spot. , This vomited the emperor so much that he didn't eat for three days... Of course, the specific threshing road incident, or the small accident when no one was whispering in the middle of the night, which made him feel more sick, this cannot be tested.
The military officials in North Korea and Chinese were originally difficult to talk to each other. When they heard this, no matter whether they understood it or not, they all boiled up.
The news of Zou Yanlai's death did not cause any disturbances, probably some people only had a life of illustrious life, no matter how hard they tried in their lifetime, when he died one day, no one would remember him.
When the news was passed to Shi Wuduan by the kingfisher, he received a look from his old enemy.
"Oh, Zou Yanlai is dead?" That's what Shi Wuduan said. When the Cuiping Bird flew in, he knocked over a bowl of water on his table, and poured a sleeve of cold water on the owner who was sitting at the table. Fluttering and combing—since the rabbit died, it had been half-dead and silent for a long time, but it came back to life the moment it saw Bai Li coming back, as if it also knew that the person who had been terrifying it before was the one who had accompanied it countless times. Sun and Moon's friends are the same.
Meng Zhongyong and Li Siniang were sitting on the side, waiting to listen to his high-level speech, but Shi Wudu seemed to have forgotten this matter, and concentrated on wiping his dripping sleeves.
Meng Zhongyong has been galloping on the battlefield for more than ten years, and he is no longer the reckless young man who squatted in the yard and secretly shared a bowl of noodle soup with the boy for no reason. His handsome eyebrows and eyes naturally showed a chilling intent, although he was still cursing. Little section, but has become a dangerous and sharp man, no longer like a simple large animal.
Shi Wuyuan's whereabouts are surreptitious, and in the past few years, he has been with them less and less often, but despite this, every time Meng Zhongyong sees his serious and conscientious appearance when he farts, he feels pain.
Fortunately, Li Siniang was here, so he didn't dare to speak dirty words, so he could only pretend to be a dog and asked: "You just said that Zou Yanlai died, how is it?"
"Very good." Shi Wuduan continued following his words, "Zou Yanlai died, Yan Zhenru lost his arm, and most of the Tantric masters were lost on the battlefield. I think this is a good thing, and we can celebrate with a bowl of noodles."
Li Siniang frowned, and could hear his subtext: "Why, do you think the emperor is going to go back on his word and ask for Yan Zhen?"
"That's nothing, your majesty, it's natural to speak well, and words don't count." Shi Wuduan paused, lowered his eyes, rolled up his cuffs, and said, "Even if he doesn't plan to mention Fuyan Zhen, I have already sent a letter to my elder brother." Letter to him, the current situation forces him to recover."
Meng Zhongyong asked: "Is it that important who the emperor rises from?"
The corner of Shi Wuduan's mouth slowly drew a sneer, and he said slowly: "I'm sorry for Fu Yanzhen, what do I want to catch them all?"
He stood up and stood with his hands behind his back at the window, looking at the summer flowers in full bloom in the courtyard, and suddenly a big picture unfolded in his heart that no one else could see or imagine, like looking down on a city in the world from the height of the stars, All the post stations, official roads, and city walls are all inside, and they are analyzed in detail.
When he was still a silent young man, he secretly swore to himself that one day, he would let the era of the Pope's dictatorship end in his own hands, and everyone would be able to choose their own way of life. People who were born in a poor family or had a rough early life can also become above tens of thousands of people with their own efforts.
Those tricks of the Pope will be forgotten by the people who worship them crazily now. Those who practice literature will make Anbang, and those who practice martial arts will establish a country. Together, they will make this land more fertile and make life more prosperous. Better lives for those on it.
One day, this vast world will become like this.
From the first letter, the seeds have been planted.
Shi Wuduan thought to himself, and asked me to push it further.
These words cannot be said, because there is Xia Duanfang, and all those monastic cavalrymen in the Red Turban Army who are fighting on the front line with all the soldiers. This is a task that can only be completed through the accumulation of generations. Shi Wuduan stretched out his hand to press the window lattice, and said to himself inwardly, don't worry.
At this time, he saw a person standing under a big tree not far away - Bai Li. He knew that Shi Wuduan was discussing their business with Li Siniang and Meng Zhongyong, so he didn't come to disturb him, but just waited at a distance.
There was already a layer of white flowers on his shoulders, I don't know how long he waited, just in time to meet Shi Wuduan's unintentionally glanced eyes, Bai Li showed a quiet smile, as if as long as he saw him, he could feel at ease like.
Shi Wuduan hasn't been able to get used to the sudden appearance of Bai Li after a long disappearance. Before he can sort out this matter, he is distracted by all kinds of trivial matters that need his help.
So at this time, he had to look away quickly, suddenly he didn't know how to face Bai Li now.
In the past, no matter how he acted, he was always like a child, innocent but persistent, always losing his temper, asking for things that didn't belong to him, refusing to compromise at all, and carrying such a selfish and irresponsible attitude. Paranoid, never caring what other people think. He was born with that kind of person, with the bloodline of a tyrannical demon, together with the demon, was hidden in the deep Cangyun Valley, and grew up carelessly.
That was the Bai Li he was familiar with, and he had liked, annoyed, and even hated him before, and had the faint thought of "if this person never existed, I don't know how much trouble I would have saved".
But now, Shi Wudu discovered that all his memories of Bai Li were actually chaotic.
That little vixen who would smile against his will for a word of his, that man with a heavy shadow behind his back and possessive madness, that monster that was merciless in the dark night and wanted to take his life, that one Putting a bow and drawing an arrow on Dazhou Mountain, one arrow shot into the opponent in his heart.
The Bai Li who was moody and suffering because of the insufficiency of his soul in the evil fire environment, and the calm and forbearing Bai Li in front of him, they are both Bai Li.
People are always like this, when confronted with each other, they feel that they have been wronged in every way, and there is nothing wrong with them, but they know it in their hearts, and relying on their youth and vigor, they absolutely refuse to admit it.
And over time, when the entanglement has become so complicated that people can't stop cutting and reasoning is still chaotic, if one person suddenly lowers his head and unilaterally cuts the rope that has been pulled out for an unknown amount of time, the other party will inevitably be at a loss.
Shi Wuduan's eyes wandered for a while, and finally couldn't help but glance at Bai Li again, and found that the man's gaze was still on him, facing each other from a distance, as if he had never left.
His chest, which had been silent for many years, suddenly felt hot, and an indescribable sour taste surged up. Shi Wuyuan thought, if he hadn't been so stubborn back then, and hadn't been so picky because he was Bai Li, he could have been more tolerant, nostalgic, and humane One point, if I hadn't treated him like that... If I hadn't been wary of anyone, if I had been less calculating, I could have looked at him more and knew what happened to him, wouldn't it be... those things would never have happened
However, even today, he is still the one who came back silently, taking back the flesh and blood that he had cut off with his own hands in grief and anger in a gesture of repentance, and almost humbly recovering the soul attached to the beast, bowing his head silently.
He was... such a proud person.
Shi Wuduan thought about it, suddenly felt very uncomfortable, his eyes suddenly became sour, and he barely lowered his head to cover it.
In fact, Li Siniang had seen Bai Li a long time ago, and seeing his wandering expression, she gave Meng Zhongyong a hand, and said, "Xiao Liu, you just came back today, and you are tired from driving too much, go to bed earlier, we won't bother you any more."
Shi Wudu took a while to come back to his senses, and Meng Zhongyong yawned before he let out a "huh". Seeing this, Meng Zhongyong wanted to say something more, but was forcibly pulled away by Li Siniang. He seemed a little strange looking at the man waiting under the big tree, wondering where his sixth brother got such a man back this time. People.
He had never confronted Bai Li face to face, and even though Bai Li's appearance remained the same, his temperament was quite different. Meng Zhongyong didn't recognize him for a while, and when he was dragged away by Li Siniang, he glanced at him from afar. I just think it looks familiar, but I can't remember who it is.
It wasn't until they were all gone that Bai Li came out from under the big tree and entered the room without saying a word. Shi Wuduan was still staring at the window lattice in a daze. A shadowy ghost.
Suddenly, Shi Wudu turned around and said in a low voice: "Little ion..."
The moment this title that no one has called for a long time came out of his mouth, Bai Li's eyes that were somewhat calm and dull lit up in an instant, like a firework exploding in the silent night , shaking so much that people couldn't open their eyes, and the half sentence of Shi Wuduan's next sentence was also shaken out.
"Are you calling me?" Bai Li said in his usual soft voice, as if he took a step forward in disbelief.
Shi Wuduan looked at him like this, for some reason, he suddenly felt as if a piece of lead had fallen into his heart, which was so painful that he suddenly stretched out his hand and hugged Bai Li, with his palm attached to the protruding shoulder blade on his back, As if he could touch his haggard.
Shi Wuduan closed his eyes and thought to himself, why is this little fox so stubborn