My husband, please respect yourself. The princess is here to grab the bride.

barren mountain.

Bare and barren mountains.

There is actually a pavilion on the top of this bare and desolate mountain.

The pavilion is famous.

It is called Sad Pavilion.

It's really a bit sad.

The dilapidated Sad Pavilion seems to be on the verge of collapse, but it has been standing like this for who knows how many years.

No one knows who would have the heart to build a pavilion in such a desolate place.

No one knows the meaning of its existence.

Because almost no one comes to this place.

Too high.

There is already snow on the top of the mountain.

Too steep.

People who don’t know Qinggong can’t come here at all.

The autumn rain fell on the vast desert under the barren mountains, but turned into snow here.

The King of Zhenxi was in the Sad Pavilion at the moment. He didn't look at the flying snow, he was looking at the person sitting opposite him!

There was a hint of sadness in his eyes.

He was a dignified man in his fifties, with a thin but vigorous face!

His face is well-defined.

His eyebrows are like peaks,

His eyes were like lightning,

His nose is like a hook,

His lips... are like swords!

He didn't look at the King of Zhenxi or the snow. He was looking at the pot of wine warming on the worn stone table.

The wine is warm.

He picked up the pot and poured wine.

After two glasses of wine were full, he handed one over, then raised his glass and looked at the King of Zhenxi:

"Junior brother... it's been eighteen years since we last met."

"I was imprisoned in Beiliang's dungeon for ten years!"

"You went from being the General of Huaihua to the current King of Zhenxi... and what about me?"

"If the new emperor hadn't ascended the throne, I would have spent my entire life in that dungeon!"

"You promised to get me out..."

He suddenly smiled sadly: "Where is the person who saved me?"

"Forget about anyone coming to rescue me, not even one person came to look at me!"

"I say...isn't this old man's chess game a little unfair to me, my senior brother?"

Junior brother?

He calls the King of Zhenxi his junior brother!

He said he was imprisoned in the dungeon of Beiliang for ten years!

He is the Northern Liang God of War Nian Yuai!

Few people in the world know that the God of War of Beiliang and the King of Zhenxi of Xingguo were once the old man's disciples!

The old man has twelve disciples.

I love walking three times a year,

The King of Zhenxi is on his eleventh row!

The King of Zhenxi looked at the man opposite him with a smile on his face, "Brother, the old man once said that no one in the world can be absolutely fair."

"Some people will give more, some people will give less."

“Those who give more do not necessarily gain more, and those who give less do not necessarily gain less.”

"Junior brother, I know the knot in your heart. It is precisely because of this knot that you have raised an army of 100,000 with the intention of attacking Xingguo... Junior brother, I have no objection to this."

"But I need to clarify one thing with you!"

Nian Yuai's eyes fixed on him: "What's the matter?"

The King of Zhenxi raised his wine glass and said, "Let's drink first."

The two brothers drank a glass of wine together.

The King of Zhenxi took the wine pot, poured wine, and said:

"Brother, you probably still don't know why Xiao Yan was able to ascend the throne of Northern Liang."

Nian Yuai was stunned: "...Xiao Yan is already the crown prince, and the throne of Northern Liang originally belonged to him!"

The King of Zhenxi smiled slightly: "Brother, you are wrong."

"Eleven years ago, Wei Buyi, the general of Xingguo's northern border army, led his troops to attack Beiliang... This was the old man who was behind it."

"At that time, the three princes of Northern Liang were fighting for the throne. Crown Prince Xiao Yan was completely at a disadvantage because he did not have sufficient military power!"

"Beiliang has four more war gods besides you!"

"Three of them supported the then-Prince Xian Xiao Yi, and another supported the then-Prince Hui Xiao Lin... Although the Crown Prince is in the Eastern Palace, he has no outside support. The only person he can rely on is you in prison!"

"So at that time, Xiao Yan would often visit you in prison."

"He came to see you, often, to confide his inner pain to you, and to ask you for advice on how to deal with the situation at the time... This is what the old man needs."

"The old man wants Xiao Yan to trust you completely. Only two people who are both down and out can come together and appreciate each other."

"Only two people who have shared hardships can truly become close friends or... be considered family!"

"Everything is as the old man wishes."

"Wei unexpectedly defeated the Northern Liang army and brought them to the gates of Nanfeng City. He could have taken Nanfeng City in one fell swoop, but he gave up in the end."

"Why?"

"It's not that we don't dare to fight, but fighting here will change the situation in the Northern Liang Dynasty!"

"Crown Prince Xiao Yan volunteered to negotiate with Xingguo... The negotiations seemed to be tortuous, but they were actually going very smoothly!"

"Those four war gods were defeated in the Battle of Akinohara. Although they were not punished by the then Northern Liang Emperor, they were still ignored. However, when Crown Prince Xiao Yan returned from the negotiations, he was supported by almost all the ministers in the court."

"At this time, he has won the favor of the Northern Liang Emperor, and his position in the Eastern Palace is extremely stable."

"Three years later, he ascended the throne as emperor."

"You were released from prison and appointed General of Northern Liang..."

"It's been eight years since you were released from prison. I thought you already knew a lot of things."

"But six years ago, when the previous emperor of Xingguo passed away, I thought you would raise an army to intimidate Xingguo Beigucheng..."

King Zhenxi withdrew his gaze, looked at the wine in the glass, and took a deep sniff.

"You didn't do anything!"

"According to my plan at the time, I was about to do something, but a letter persuaded me to go back."

"Because the letter said you didn't move, I can't move!"

He raised his eyes and looked at Nian Yuai again: "After so many years, I have always wanted to ask you, is it that you didn't receive the old man's letter? Or did you never intend to move?"

Nian Yuai also looked at Dongfang Ba.

The two brothers looked at each other for a moment.

Old Yu stood outside the pavilion, watching the snow and drinking wine, listening to the conversation between his fellow apprentices in the pavilion. He was also very sad.

He is not one of the old man's twelve disciples.

He is... one of the old man's six sword slaves.

It wasn't Jianliu as Shang Shu guessed.

He is Jian Wu!

A sword slave is a slave.

They would not interfere in the affairs of the old man's twelve disciples, because the twelve disciples were all carrying out the old man's orders.

It's just that the old man waved goodbye and left after Emperor Xingguo ascended the throne six years ago...

Maybe it was because of the disappointment and sadness towards this Northern Liang God of War.

When he left, no one knew where he went.

No more audio.

He did not return to Xiqi Cangjian Pavilion.

Lao Yu knew that if the old man didn't want people to find him, then even if everyone in the world went looking for him, they would never be able to find him.

The old man is already seventy-two!

Does he know how much has happened in the world in these six years?

He knows that the young master is already eighteen years old!

If he knew that the good-for-nothing young master had now become the world's most talented man, a man with talent as high as a three-story building... would he come back to take another look?

Just when Lao Yu was lost in thought, Nian Yuai drank a glass of wine in the Sad Pavilion.

He did not explain to King Zhenxi.

He slowly stood up, turned around, and looked at the snow outside the pavilion.

After looking at it for a long time, he said:

"They gave me a lot of leverage to catch you or kill you."

"Catch you and take you back to Beiliang. They promised to give all of Qiuyeyuan to Beiliang."

"Kill you and see your head. They will also give Beigu City to Beiliang."

The King of Zhenxi frowned slightly: "Who are they?"

Nian Yuai raised her eyebrows: "If I tell you who they are, will you also want to keep me here?"

The King of Zhenxi also drank a glass of wine and stared at Nian Yuai's back without answering the question: "So, your army is hiding in the Golden Staff Royal Court?"

Nian Yuai did not deny it.

He turned around and looked at the King of Zhenxi:

"I'm leaving."

"...You're not going to arrest me or kill me?"

"Give it to the one who wants my life, and you will gain a great merit."

"Haven't you been pursuing the kind of great achievements that would go down in history all your life, expanding the territory for Northern Liang?"

Nian Yuai was silent for a long time again.

"I do want to kill you!"

"really want!"

"But I also received a letter."

"Junior Sister said...she was tired."

Nian Yuai turned around again, raised her foot, took a step forward, turned her head and looked at Dongfang Ba again:

"I originally planned to kill Wanyan Bing's 50,000 troops as a gift to you, but after thinking about it, it would be more beneficial for you to leave an enemy in the Western Wasteland."

"By the way, when the young master goes to Kyoto, you must tell him to be extra careful when passing Fengling Pass."

The King of Zhenxi was suddenly startled:

"Luo Mu?"