After traveling through time, the four best friends were all targeted by the boss

Xu Zheng opened the box and saw many small boxes inside, each with a small note attached, stating the uses of these things.

Xu Zheng curled her lips: "He is a man with a conscience."

Pei Xuanxi said: "A Zheng, it's getting late, let's go to bed."

Xu Zheng put away her things and said, "Then I'll go wash first."

She tried to stand up, but Pei Xuanxi's grip did not weaken at all.

Xu Zheng was about to speak, but Pei Xuanxi leaned down to her ear and whispered, "Zheng, let's take a shower together."

Xu Zheng immediately refused: "No, I will wash it myself."

Pei Xuanxi smiled and said, "I don't do anything."

He said this very sincerely, without even dodging his eyes, so Xu Zheng naturally believed him and said, "Well, it just so happens that I can't lift my arms."

Half an hour later, the rustling of leaves could barely cover up the breathing inside. The clouds were thick and thin, playfully blocking the moonlight, and then blown away by the wind. The moonlight filtered into the house through the paper-pasted windows, and two shadows could be vaguely seen through the lowered gauze curtain.

When the dark clouds cover the moon, the shadows overlap and cling together...

The moon was shy and was eager to be covered by dark clouds. Their figures and sobs also disappeared into the darkness until late at night.

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Seeing the person coming, Mr. Han said anxiously: "Go and persuade him to stop being reckless."

Yian glanced at him and stood there without going in.

"No need to persuade them. When will they return to Western Xinjiang?"

Han Laodao: "We said we got accurate information and will go back when everyone is here. Don't you want to persuade us? Without them, how can we fight those four?"

Yi An sneered, "Fight? What's there to fight about? Let them take the blame first."

Old Han fell silent. He had the same idea, but now that Xiahou Yu and the other four had obtained the jade slip, even if other sects did not try to please them, they would still keep their distance from them. No one dared to express their dissatisfaction with them.

"Those people are very different from before." said Old Han.

Yi An folded his hands in front of him, leaned against the wall and looked at him, saying: "Now that they have the jade slip, they dare not make any move no matter how ambitious they are."

Old Han narrowed his eyes and looked at him, saying, "Yian, have you forgotten why you wanted to form an alliance with me in the first place? Are you willing to do this?"

Yi An looked indifferent, looking him up and down, and said, "You seem to have forgotten that even if I fail, I have the Yi family behind me, and I am still an official in the cabinet. I won't lose anything, I just didn't get what I wanted, that's all."

Old Han choked for a moment. A huge gap appeared between the two of them, which made him see the gap between them clearly. He should have understood that even if he failed, Yi An would still be the son of a noble family, while he would be trampled underfoot and turned into mud.

Yi An stood up straight and continued, "You should stay out of the spotlight for the time being and let them deal with Xijiang first."

After he finished speaking, in the blink of an eye, all he saw was white clothes flying in the air, and Yi An left without even looking back.

He finally felt tired from body to mind, perhaps because his heart had been tense for a long time, or perhaps because he had to accept his old age when he reached middle age.

Old Han, no, it should be Han Qianfeng, after looking up at the night sky for a while, turned around and walked towards the bamboo forest.

He went back into the house and opened the book he had accidentally acquired when he was a teenager.

The book records a mysterious country. Unlike Anhong Continent, here there is a common ruler for the world and all power is concentrated in the hands of one person. This person owns three palaces and six courtyards and is the commanding heights of power.

When he first saw this, his breathing became rapid. It records that the person with the highest power is called the emperor, and there is only one in the world. However, there is no emperor in Anhong Continent. The four people in the inner court of the cabinet share power and check and balance each other, and the outer court is responsible for voting and deliberation.

As a young boy, he had such a dream. If he became the emperor and all power was concentrated in his hands, he would firmly believe that he had the ability to make the continent better. By then, all the people in the world would only believe in him! He would be the pinnacle of power, the king of all people!

This ambition is now almost shattered. He has no chance, never again, because he is now exhausted both physically and mentally.

Han Qianfeng sat on the couch, looking up at the bright moon outside the window, his hand unconsciously touching the purse at his waist.

That was given to him by his wife. His wife knew his ideals and supported him at first, but later on, she didn't know why, her temperament changed drastically, from being quiet and gentle at first to being lively and alert. She advised herself not to dwell on this ambition, saying it was impossible and going against the development of history.

What did he do at that time? He mocked her womanly views, and she didn't say anything on the surface, but at night, she pointed a dagger at him. In desperation, he killed her in return. His only wife died at his hands, and his daughter was still sleeping next door.

How ridiculous, he held her in his arms while sobbing until her blood ran out, and buried his wife in the darkness. The next day, he told his daughter that she had died of illness, and temporarily left Liu Yi at a good friend's house, while he went to visit his father-in-law, who was also his master and his wife's father.

If he didn't get rid of his master, he would definitely find out what he was doing. Han Qianfeng first told him his ambitions and sought his advice.

The old man stroked his beard and said slowly: "Qianfeng, your ambition is great, but you can't accomplish it alone. The four major families and the cabinet have been around for thousands of years and have a deep foundation. It can't be shaken by one generation."

Han Qianfeng agreed on the surface, but actually put drugs in his tea.

The old master drank the tea and asked about his granddaughter and daughter. Han Qianfeng laughed and said, "I think Liu Yi is playing with that kid A Yue at the Lin family, and A Lian..."

He stood up, and the old master felt his eyes blurry. Han Qianfeng said fiercely: "I'll take you to see her now!"

The silver needle in the sleeve pierced into the old man's neck, killing him instantly.

Han Qianfeng buried the body properly, stood in front of the tombstone, laughed a few times, and his laughter disappeared with the wind.

Everything changed overnight, but he believed that this was something he had to go through. To become a monarch, he had to be ruthless.

When he went to pick up Liu Yi, she cried for her mother.

He comforted her: "Dear Liu Yi, Daddy is here."

His daughter was very talented. She learned everything he was good at and also learned things he was not good at. When she was fifteen, she had a good reputation in the world and was called the little witch.

At that time, he took Liu Yi to social events everywhere, and there were many old men who were interested in her, but he would always reject them righteously.

That is his daughter, the only flesh and blood left by A Lian. She looks so much like her mother. How could he possibly use Liu Yi to exchange for those powers? When he succeeds in the future, his daughter will be the most noble girl in the world!

Oh, yes, Liu Yi, he still has Liu Yi. The scent of tea wafted around his nose, and he suddenly sobered up a little, looking around for Han Liu Yi.

It was extremely quiet all around, and he remembered that he had been so cruel that he pushed Liu Yi into the arms of an old man, and now she was nowhere to be found.

He regretted it, perhaps because he had reached middle age and was no longer able to do what he wanted, and was exhausted. It all started with killing A-Lian. If he hadn't picked up the book, he wouldn't have done everything that happened later, and wouldn't have killed A-Lian, killed his master, and harmed Liu Yi.

Everything was because of it. Han Qianfeng's eyes turned bloodshot, he tore the book hard, and lay on the table, sobbing hoarsely.

He picked up the wine and poured it down his throat until he couldn't bear it anymore and spit it out.

The half-open door creaked, and he stood up to close it. Outside in the yard, bamboo leaves rustled, and at the gate, he saw a slim woman. She put her hands in front of her, slowed down her steps, and stood there with a compassionate look in her eyes, but the corners of her mouth were raised.

"Alian...Alian!" Han Qianfeng rushed forward, fell to the ground, and swallowed a mouthful of mud. Only then did he realize that it was just an illusion.

Yes, he has a grey beard now, but A-Lian is obviously still in her twenties.

She died long ago, taking his soul with her.