Troubled times but play in the palm of your hand

Zhi Ming sat with his feet crossed in front of the collapse and ate grapes. The grapes were all bright and round, and they were just right in his mouth, not too sweet.

Zhiming was greedy, and most of the grapes in the palace went into his stomach. Judging from this posture, Zhiming probably wanted to bring some seeds back to Tianquan to plant before he left.

Gu Lianggen lowered his head and turned around on the ground, sighing heavily from time to time.

Zhi Ming stared at Gu Lianggen for a while, and finally said: "Ah Gen, don't turn around, it makes me dizzy, why don't you try this grape? It's so sweet. "

Zhiming spoke nicely, but he looked at the grapes being handed out with reluctance.

Gu Lianggen covered his face with his sleeve, and made up his mind that if the king wanted to leave the king's city for half a step, he would die as an admonition.

What a shame.Let others see Zhiming like this, and they will inevitably doubt whether Tianquan is really as rich as in the legend.

What's even more frightening is that Zhi Ming is a man who is used to pushing his boundaries, let him go out of the city today, and dare to go to the battlefield tomorrow.Usually he doesn't look like a king, but now he puts on airs majesticly.

Gu Lianggen's head grew big, and he deeply hated himself for accepting this hot potato back then. Even if Zhiming returned to Tianquan with nothing to do, the Tai Tuo might not let him go.

Seeing that Gu Lianggen didn't answer, Zhiming finished eating the grapes by himself, washed his hands in the clear water beside him, got up, walked to Gu Lianggen's side, and patted his shoulder comfortingly: "Agen, don't worry, This king will not tell the third person about this matter, if you go and return secretly with this king, the Taifu will not trouble you."

Gu Lianggen's legs gave way, and he almost knelt down for this little ancestor, Your Majesty, so you planned to sneak over there without guards!If you really go out like this, let alone me, King Tianxuan won't even be able to confess!

You disappeared in Tianxuan's palace, it would be strange if Tai Fu didn't settle accounts with Tianxuan first.

On the other side, it is estimated that they will be happy enough not to fight.

Gu Lianggen asked with a bitter face: "Your Majesty, you have never understood this battle. Now that we are facing Xi Su, we have the upper hand. We neither need you to supervise the battle nor boost morale. Why do you say you are going to join in the fun?" ?”

Zhi Ming frowned and looked at him: "Why are you just like the Tai Tuo, nagging more and more? The King said he was going, so he was going, don't try to persuade the King to change his mind."

Gu Lianggen's breath was choked in his throat, he couldn't go up or down, he suffocated himself half to death, finally managed to catch his breath, so he had to discuss with Zhi Ming: "Your Majesty, we can't just go, Yiwei You see, even if you want not to alarm others, you still have to bring soldiers from both countries, and although the Taifu is not in a hurry, you have to tell me."

Zhi Ming showed unwillingness: "Tell the Tai Tu? When I go back, the Tai Tu will be able to whisper in my ears for a whole year."

Gu Lianggen persuaded earnestly: "Your Majesty, the battle ahead is dangerous, it is always good to bring more people, not to mention that Tianquan has an alliance with Tianxuan, if something happens to you on Tianxuan's side, wouldn't it be cheaper?" Su Su? Your previous thoughts are in vain? If the Taifu doesn’t know about such a big matter, if there is any situation, how will you ask the Taifu to deal with it? Your Majesty, don’t be willful.”

Zhi Ming looked at Gu Lianggen, thought for a while, and still pursed his lips unwillingly.

Seeing Zhi Ming's appearance, Gu Lianggen couldn't help but get a little tougher: "Your Majesty, if you insist on going with me alone, can you give me a reason why you must do so?"

Zhi Ming jumped up all of a sudden, obviously this reason stepped on his tail, Zhi Ming opened and closed his mouth, and finally muttered: "Do you have to take someone with you?" There was a little grievance in his voice.

Gu Lianggen nodded resolutely, feeling in his heart that it would be beneficial for his king to be cowardly.

Murong Li sat in the thatched cottage where he had placed Meng Zhang back then, with his eyes closed and his eyes closed, his red dress was illuminated by the candlelight, and he suddenly exudes a ghostly aura.

He was listening, listening to the wind blowing the leaves, the bushes brushing each other, and the barely audible murmur of the breathing of all things.

Zhong Kunyi hid in the dark with a sword in his hand, staring at the corner of Murongli's clothes as he meandered out.

He was waiting, waiting for an opportunity to hit a hit.

Murongli was also waiting, waiting for someone to come.

The person Murongli was waiting for might be from Tianquan or from Xunsu, Zhong Kunyi didn't care that much, it didn't matter where he came from, but Murongli's behavior of leaving the barracks meant a lot to him.

This is a great opportunity.

But the trip went so smoothly, they wanted to lure Murongli out, and Murongli made an appointment to meet outside, and they hoped that Murongli would be alone, so Murongli really went alone.

Zhong Kunyi had to suspect that Murongli did it on purpose, as if he had carefully designed a trap for him, knowing that it was malicious, but he had no choice but to step into it willingly.

Murong never left his flute, and the sword was hidden in the flute, just like he used his cold and detached appearance to hide his murderous intent to drink blood.

This extremely hidden danger made Zhong Kunyi's hands sweat slightly.

No matter who makes the first move, the next second will be until death.

However, the calm was broken from the outside.

A carriage creaked up the mountain road, and the sound of the stretcher wheels rolling over the stones was particularly obvious in the night.

Like a light flick on a taut string, the air eases soundlessly.

Murong Li opened his eyes, stood up slowly, and looked outside the door.

A man wearing a hood got off the carriage, and his whole body was wrapped in a mass of darkness, which blended perfectly with the night.

Zhong Kunyi looked at him coldly, with five fingers gathered together, he pressed the hilt of the sword and slowly unsheathed it.

The white light under the vast moonlight is silent but extremely sharp.

Every inch of the sword out of the sheath coincided with the footsteps of the man, and the moment he pushed the door open, the sword tail just slipped out of the sheath.

Leap forward and draw out the sword.Zhong Kunyi hid behind that person, keeping a close eye on Murongli's heart.

Murongli pulled out the short sword from the flute and pointed it at the door, the man reacted very quickly, when he heard the sound behind him, he immediately turned around and threw out his outer robe.

Zhong Kunyi's sword tip parted the robe like flowing water, but barely stopped at the tip of the man's nose.

Meng Zhang.

The air stagnated, and the sound of breathing seemed harsh.Zhong Kunyi saw that her normally steady hand began to tremble uncontrollably.

He hastily lowered his sword.

Meng Zhang's face was extremely pale, exactly the same as when he turned and left.

Meng Zhang looked at him, his expression gradually turned from astonishment to calm.

"Lord Zhong." Meng Zhang seemed to have a lot to say, but in the end he only spit out these three words lightly from his mouth.

Just like he used to call his name.

As eloquent as Zhong Kunyi, she didn't know how to react for a while.

He had thought about what to say when he met Meng Zhang, but it was definitely not in such a situation.

Unprepared, caught off guard, unavoidable.

Even, at that moment just now, he really wanted to kill Meng Zhang who stood between him and Murongli.

Murong Li's expression was indifferent, and the tip of the sword was slightly lowered to the ground.

"You said you had an important discussion with me just to let him see me?" Meng Zhang walked a few steps towards Murongli, with a faint smile on his face.

Murongli didn't answer, but the tip of the sword was raised to be level with the ground again.

"Your Majesty..." Zhong Kunyi changed in a low voice.

"Your Majesty?" Meng Zhang turned his head: "Who is Mr. Zhong calling? There is no such thing as Your Majesty here."

Zhong Kunyi looked at Meng Zhang, opened her mouth for the first time but didn't know what else to say.

Meng Zhang ignored him.

"You did it on purpose." Meng Zhang walked to Murong Li's side and almost whispered, "You know that he is the most disgusting thing for me right now."

Murongli looked into Meng Zhang's eyes, calm as stagnant water, but flames churned up from the deepest part.Layer by layer, the heavy shackles were broken away, and the pupils burned red.

Meng Zhang snatched the dagger from Murong Li's hand, turned around and stepped forward, aiming at Zhong Kunyi's chest and stabbing fiercely.Meng Zhang had never practiced martial arts, so it was impossible for Zhong Kunyi to dodge this sword, but he just stood there without moving.

Meng Zhang pulled out his sword, threw it aside, and said coldly, "Don't let me see you again."

Zhong Kunyi clutched her chest and panted loudly, barely raised her head, only to see the disgust in Meng Zhang's eyes.He leaned against the door and slid down slowly.

Murong Li walked up to him and picked up his sword.

There were cold sweats on Zhong Kunyi's head, and he clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

Murong Li took out a piece of white cloth from his sleeve, pressed it on the sword body and wiped it slowly, bloodstains stretched on the white cloth.

When the sword was sheathed, the dagger made the unique piercing sound of a sharp blade.Murongli took one last look at Zhong Kunyi, and left the cottage.

Zhong Kunyi fell to the ground, panting heavily.Blood slowly oozes from his skirt, staining a large area red.

It seems that Meng Zhang also looked like this when he vomited blood.

To Gongsun Qian, Zhiming is like a wonderful flower swaying in the wind.

He was not related to him, but they sent someone from Tianquan to bring him the antidote all the way. When Murongli went out, he was fed some kind of messed up thing on his back.

Gongsun Qian also couldn't figure out how Zhi Ming knew what kind of poison Murong Li would inflict.

What's more interesting is that while resuscitating him, Qian Dinglingwan ordered him to be buried.

After all, it was the request of the savior, and Gongsun Qian readily agreed.

Then he was thrown by his own king into this place where mountains of corpses formed seas.

The psychological gap is really quite big.

When everyone thought that Tianquan would be side by side, Zhiming and Tianxuan formed an alliance, and when the battle ahead was faintly tilted towards Tianxuan and Tianquan, Zhiming wanted to come here.

What are you doing here?You don't need to boost your morale to drive your own conquest.

On Gongsun Qian's face, he had the gentle and gentle son Lang Lang as jade, and his whole heart was full of roars that shook back and forth, pointing to the sky and asking the earth.

What are you doing here?

When Gongsun Qian received the secret report from Lingguang, he almost thought that he was too tired to deal with the military situation.

However, some questions may be answered this time.

Gongsun Qian thought so, put the secret report on the candle, and watched it burn slowly.