Sincerity and trustworthiness are one aspect of kindness.
Fu Suwuzi couldn't believe that the spring general would attack Chu, not just because he was in a trance after hearing the news of Ding Ning's death along the way, but because the Lushan League had just passed, and the four dynasties had clearly signed an alliance at the Lushan League, how could it be regarded as a covenant now? exist
At this time, Sima Cuo could tell what he was thinking just by looking at his expression, he smiled coldly and said: "If you say you don't want to fight, you don't want to fight, even a child can't, let alone an adult."
Fusu swallowed hard, looked up at Sima Cuo, and said, "If you don't believe what you say, you don't know what to do."
"That's what the book says, unless everyone in the world is that kind of saint, not to mention how many books like that were burned before your father ascended the throne." Sima Cuo said coldly and mercilessly.
He has a high status, and as the prince's teacher at this time, he naturally understands what Zheng Xiu wants him to teach, so there is no need to shy away from speaking.
After saying this, he lowered his head and continued to look at the case, but unconsciously frowned slightly, thinking in his heart, neither Yuan Wu nor Zheng Xiu had such a simple, kind and foolish temperament, so Fusu , Who do you look like
Thinking of this, his attention was no longer on the files in front of him.
Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at Fusu's side face, and what appeared in his mind were many pictures of that person in Changling, but he felt more and more similar in his heart.
Although the time is not right, is there really something else hidden in it
Sima Cuo narrowed his eyes slightly.
There was some inexplicable coldness in his heart.
Even though the empress had done many things in Changling that both the prime minister and the majesty seemed intolerable, the relationship between the majesty and the empress seemed to be still close.
But if they were completely normal couples, would they still be close after all these things
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"A centipede is dead but not stiff, but how many waves can it cause?"
While Sima Cuo, who looked like a scribe, was thinking coldly about the affairs of the palace, there was a border town very close to Wushan, in the snow, Wei Wujiu stood on the top of the city, and said coldly and disdainfully.
Wei Wujiu is the Marquis Wei that Sima Cuo mentioned, and he is the oldest among the Thirteen Marquises of the Great Qin Dynasty.
At this time, his beard and hair were all silvery white, but his erect figure was unusually straight and tall. This kind of iron tower-like aura reminded people of Liang Lian, the former general of the Tiger Wolf Army.
Little bits of white snow accumulated on his black battle armor, which gave him an aura as lonely and lofty as the cold snow of thousands of mountains.
"Even if Lin Zhujiu escaped from the prison, what's the use of those broken swords in the Bashan Sword Field?"
"The successor of the nine-dead silkworm is different today."
He looked at the border of Chu in the snow and snow in the distance ahead, and the sarcasm on his face became stronger and stronger, "So you don't have to think about any useless things, the battle between the Bashan Sword Field and the Holy One... unless Wang Jingmeng comes back to life, otherwise I don't think those people in Bashan Sword Field can pose any threat to the Holy Majesty and the Empress."
The person standing behind him was also wearing a black iron battle armor, but he was wearing a cloak and a black scarf covering his face, so he couldn't see his face clearly. At this time, he responded softly: "Wei Hou, let me not worry, But a few days ago, An Baoshi died for no reason, and the Lingxu Sword Sect split into two ends without any warning, which was not enough to compete with the Minshan Sword Sect. No one can understand what Baili Suxue means in the Mountain Sword Sect, but at least, whether it is him or Jing Liuli, it is clear who they favor at the Minshan Sword Fair."
"Ambrose?"
Wei Wujiu suddenly laughed, and turned to look at this person, "In the entire Changling, for the past hundred years, the person with the highest cultivation talent is naturally Wang Jingmeng. But after him, the highest cultivation talent is Bai Qi It's not An Baoshi. As long as Bai Qi and his army are there, changes in these sects will not affect the overall situation at all."
"What was the most powerful and terrifying thing about Bashan Sword Field in the past?"
After a pause, he looked at this person and continued, "Those people are not just practitioners, not just great masters, but most of them are leading generals. But now the Thirteenth Marquis of the Great Qin Dynasty, Zhengwusi, and Bashanjian How much does it matter?"
"So don't think about leaving any way out for yourself. At this time, the last thing the Holy Majesty and Empress want to see is a fool with an ambiguous attitude."
Finally, the old prince looked at the man in black behind him, calmed down, then turned to look at Chu Di, and said softly: "I am old, and the last glory of Moshou City lies in forcibly suppressing so many people. I have practiced more sects, and I still have a few opportunities to lead the army like this, so my glory will be in this spring, in the land of Chu."
"Back to life?"
The man in the black scarf remained silent, but these four words flashed inexplicably in his mind.
A slightly sarcastic smile began to flow from the corner of his mouth under the black scarf.
Although this is absolutely impossible, isn't it the fear of these four words that keeps the two of them inseparable
Even though Wei Wujiu had such a long talk with him, his opinion at this moment was still different from Wei Wujiu's.
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Resurrection from the dead is naturally the most impossible thing.
Unless it is not dead at all.
Just why didn't he die
When the consciousness returned to An Baoshi's mind, he was also confused, shocked and puzzled.
Only there is no joyful emotion.
A kind of strange buoyancy supported him, although it was cold water, but it didn't let him submerge.
He tried hard to open his eyes, but he was powerless, and then he couldn't see any color, just a piece of black.
So he intuited that he fell into that strange black river, the water seemed to be flowing smoothly in one direction, and the water splashed into his mouth was very bitter, so bitter that he kept vomiting. Then he intuited that his eyes were blind and he couldn't see anything.
I can't see any scenery, but my perception is getting clearer and clearer.
He felt that those important meridians in his body, which were originally unimpeded, had been broken into many pieces.
The most important thing is that his sea of qi is empty.
There are several cracks, the big ones seem to be coming out of his body.
His cultivation is useless.
His sea of qi also broke.
His body was also crippled, leaving many wounds that could not heal. This is what practitioners call hidden injuries.
Then he gradually thought of the possibility of why he was able to live, and his body became even colder.
When he passed through the Void Realm, he was cut by Qi Zong's sword thread. However, the senior of the Lingxu Sword Sect who created the Void Realm was stronger than Qi Zong, and the power of the Void Realm suppressed the sword energy. It exploded, even squeezed his body forcefully, and in an unbelievable manner, forcibly glued the severed flesh together.
I don't know how long this kind of time lasted, but now it seems that at least his flesh and bones are connected together and grow, but some meridians are misplaced because of this.
Something else must have happened next, which made his body, which had become inferior to ordinary people, glow with some vitality.
This is true miracle.
But everything is useless, even the eyes are blind, so what is the point of resurrecting from the dead
An Baoshi wanted to cry.
But he didn't even have the strength to cry, and he couldn't even make any sound.
He just felt that his body was getting colder and colder, and he was getting more and more uncomfortable.
He missed all the previous days in Changling, especially the spring day when the ice and snow melted and the sun was warm.