The Emperor of the Zhao Family reached out and brushed his palm across the cold wall. He suddenly smiled and said, "That year, under Yuan Benxi's persuasion, I led troops into the palace without permission. I walked this path. At the time, I was very afraid. I only had one thought. If I succeeded, I would be the first to tell you the good news. If I failed, you would be the one to mourn for me. At the time, I was just an imperial son. The reason I wanted to be emperor was to defeat Xu Xiao so you would not have to envy that female sword immortal surnamed Wu. Men, who doesn't want face? As for Xu Xiao, I do not deny that personal grudges came first and national grudges came later. When this human butcher was young, he could sit with the previous emperor in the Hall of Martial Heroes to drink and chat until dawn. As his son, I could only watch from afar and envy. How could I not want to go to the frontiers and attack Beimang? But in this matter, I did not do well. Without the great wars that Beiliang had participated in, the national treasury was depleted, and the people were angry. If Yuan Benxi had not scolded me awake, not to mention Zhuan 'er becoming the crown prince, I might not even have been emperor. Speaking of this, I know that female surnamed Wu is the same as you. In reality, you do not like her because you both have great ambitions. Zhuan 'er is too smart. He knows everything, but he does not say anything. Smart people like to go down a dead end. I was fine because I had Yuan Benxi, this clumsy strategist who seemed to be possessed by a god. It was like he had opened the Heavenly Eye and helped me keep an eye on Great Peace City and the entire world. But you know better than anyone how my body is. If I leave, and Yuan Benxi also leaves, who will suppress Zhang and Gu? This time, the white-robed monk that I admired very much entered the capital. He said that his new calendar could guarantee that the Zhao Family would have eighty more years, but the world would have eighty more years of peace. The Zhao Family would have to pay a great price. I refused without hesitation. At the time, I did not even dare to look into Yuan Benxi's eyes. Because of this, I was not at ease with the two factions of officials led by Zhang and Gu, because behind them were people like Zhao Youling and Yin Maochun. Most of them were poor scholars. Their gazes would involuntarily be placed outside the imperial court. Someone had to nip this in the bud. In the past, many of the famous officials who did not hesitate to fight to the death with the emperor were just using their deaths to show their sincerity. They wanted to step on the emperor's shoulders and leave their names in history. These scholars had been narrow-minded for thousands of years. I could tolerate them, and even indulge their impudence. But Yin Maochun and the other officials were not the same. Probably because they had Zhang Julu as an example, they immediately became smarter and more tactful. They knew how to achieve their ambitions. Their methods were skillful, and they did not neglect their reputation and scholarly achievements. They did not want to be the emperor's performers, nor did they want to be foolishly loyal officials who would carry a coffin and bang their heads against it at every turn. In the imperial court of Liyang, one or two of these pillars would not be a problem, but they were all like this. Each of them was old and cunning. How would Zhuan 'er deal with them in the future? Zhuan 'er was not like me, who had usurped the throne while covered in blood. Although the traces of the blood had long been washed away by the rain and snow in the imperial palace, Zhang Julu and the others still remembered it. However, when Zhuan 'er was sensible, he already knew that he would wear the imperial robe and sit on the imperial throne. It's true that he can endure, but to be an emperor, he still needs courage. Zhuan' er has now gone astray, thinking that if he were to go against me, he would welcome the famous monks in Gangnam-do when I destroy Buddhism. If I wanted to destroy West Chu with an iron fist, he would plead for the people of the world. He thinks that this is his courage as the Crown Prince. If my Zhao family did not have internal and external troubles, without Beimang, Beiliang, and Zhang Julu, it would be fine. It's not bad for him to have such thoughts, but now is not the time. "
Zhao Zhi's face was pale.
The emperor of the Zhao family clenched his fist and gently slammed it against the wall. "Zhuan 'er can't see that the imperial court in the future will not be a struggle between factions, but a more complicated situation. It will be a struggle between the sons of the rich and poor, and will no longer revolve around the imperial throne. Yuan Benxi said that this is the trend of the times. I didn't believe it in the past, but now that I've seen it with my own eyes, I have no choice but to believe it. Yuan Benxi also said that the Dragon Climbing Technique of the past was already at its peak in officialdom, but it was no longer useful. He was waiting for someone who knew how to use the Dragon Slaying Technique to keep the emperor in check to surface. Once this person appeared, it would be more terrifying than the previous separatist regime in Liyang. Zhao Zhi, do you think I can only wait? Is this what it means to know destiny? So even if Yuan Benxi can't find this person, and I can't see this person, I have to first take down Zhang Julu, who opened the Dragon Gate for the poor people in the world … Since the door is already open, and the general trend is like this, I don't want to go against the trend. But as the reigning emperor, taking down Zhang Julu who is in the capital and increasing Zhuan 'er's chances of winning can't be more difficult than dealing with Xu Xiao who was far away in Beiliang back then, right? "
Zhao Zhi's lips trembled as he asked, "When?"
The emperor of the Zhao family took a deep breath and said gloomily, "The remnants of West Chu are all dead!"
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A young man with a grass root in his mouth looked at the yellow mud jars and felt a little depressed. He glanced at the handsome man beside him who wore a yellow crown and was dressed in black with large sleeves. It was somewhat unexpected. Mr. Nalan, who had a morbid obsession with cleanliness, didn't show the slightest bit of anger even though he was stained with so much yellow mud. Instead, he reached out and pinched off a piece of mud that hadn't dried yet and gently crushed it with his fingertips. In addition to countless mud jars that were said to be sold for three taels of silver, there was also an old man who was sitting on a small wooden stool and kneading mud to make the embryo of a jar. He was covered in mud. When he saw Zhao Zhu and Mr. Nalan, who came from afar to see this old man, he didn't say anything. It was obvious that he was determined to finish the work at hand. The bored young man raised his gaze and looked at the old couple standing in the distance. Mr. Nalan said that one was a remnant of the Southern Tang royal family, and the other was a local. They were indeed ordinary people who had been dealing with mud jars all their lives. Mr. Nalan also asked him to guess who was the spy and who was the ordinary person. Zhao Zhu's intuition told him that the old woman who was faintly charming in the past should be the old Southern Tang royal family. As for the silly old man beside the old woman, he didn't seem to be a top master who could escape Zhao Gou's search.
Mr. Nalan, Nalan Youci, who was known as the real king of Southern Jiang, took a few steps forward and squatted at the feet of the old man on the small stool. He smiled and looked up at the only remaining Spring and Autumn Demon in the world. He said with a smile, "Oh, Huang Lao Nong, your complexion is ridiculously good. Is this the final radiance of the setting sun?"
The old man glanced at Nalan Youci and said flatly, "Curse me to die? Is this the etiquette of asking for help? "
Mr. Nalan, who was as gentle as a beauty, smiled and said, "I'm almost kneeling down. What else do you want? I, Nalan Youci, have never knelt down to anyone in my life except for my parents. "
The old man sneered and said, "Do you want me to expose your background in front of Zhao Zhu, that little bastard?"
Zhao Zhu rolled his eyes.
Nalan Youci hurriedly waved his hand and begged for mercy, "I'm afraid of you, the omniscient Huang San Jia. Just take it that I'm bragging. I beg you to keep your mouth."
It was Huang Longshi, who occupied the top three of the Spring and Autumn Thirteen Grades, and he sneered, "You guys came early. It's not the right time. Is it your idea or that little bastard's idea?"
Nalan Youci thought about it carefully, "Yes. We have to give face. It's not like we're here to fish in troubled waters. We're just here to witness Cao Zhangqing's final glory. If we miss this, how boring would it be to live? "
Huang Longshi sneered and said, "Why don't you die if you're bored? You only know how to disgust people. No wonder you can't compare with Li Yishan in your life. "
Nalan Youci shook his head and smiled, "It's hard to say who is stronger between Li Yishan and me. You don't have the final say."
Huang Longshi had a strange and sarcastic look, "You have to go to the underworld and listen to him personally, right?"
Nalan Youci stretched out his hand and touched his eyebrows expressionlessly.
Huang Longshi waved his hand and intentionally or unintentionally threw a few drops of yellow mud on Nalan Youci's face, "Go away. I have a few words with the little bastard you like."
Nalan Youci gently wiped away the stains, stood up, and beckoned to Zhao Zhu. This distinguished strategist who wore the Spring and Autumn Double Armor was actually only one armor less than Huang Longshi slowly walked away.
Huang Longshi squinted at King Yan Chi, who was standing in front of him, and His Royal Highness, "Zhao Zhu, who do you think you are? When I see your father, he has to obediently sweep the bed to greet me. Squat down. "
Zhao Zhu smiled mischievously and simply sat down. I don't listen to you, but I have enough etiquette, right?
Huang Longshi's words were playful, "You're quite similar to someone's temperament. Okay, I know the answer. You can get out of here. "
Zhao Zhu stared and said, "What? Surnamed Huang, I took the risk of being stripped of my hereditary title by the imperial court to come to see you. Are you just teasing me like this? "
Huang Longshi glared back, "Are you going to get out or not?"
Zhao Zhu looked like he had eaten too much but couldn't shit. He stood up angrily. Just as he was about to turn around and do something, he heard Huang Longshi say, "Want to fart? You have to take off your pants first. Otherwise, you should consider the consequences. "
Zhao Zhu muttered. He ran to Nalan Youci's side and asked curiously, "Can this old man really predict the future?"
Mr. Nalan, who was standing on the edge of the mud tank pile, looked at Huang Sanjia and said calmly, "I don't believe it, but he did it almost every time."
Zhao Zhu made an 'oh' sound.
Nalan Youci habitually pinched Crown Prince Yan Chi's earlobe and chuckled softly, "It doesn't matter. He's not a real immortal. He's an arrow at the end of its flight and is about to die. Why are you angry with him? Let's just respect the old. "
Zhao Zhu looked helpless and gently patted away Mr. Nalan's slender and white hand.
Huang Longshi suddenly stood up and gave Nalan Youci an extremely evil prophecy, "Nalan Youci, you have to die in front of me and Yuan Benxi."
Zhao Zhu's face changed dramatically, and Nalan Youci was silent.
Nalan Youci closed his eyes and fell into contemplation. Then, he bowed to Huang Longshi, who had already sat back on the bench and disappeared.
Respect to him, respect to himself, respect to Li Yishan, whom he once admired when he traveled to various countries.
Respect to them was also the last spring and autumn.
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