[Ancient Style] The notorious minister turned out to be beautiful, strong and miserable

"The Zhao family has collapsed, and the Zhao family probably won't live for a few days."

"That's right, this person is full of evil, the heavens really have eyes, let him go underground and make amends to King Ning!"

"In the final analysis, it's just a plaything raised by the late emperor, so I don't have any self-knowledge."

The rumors in the market reached the ears of the swordsman.

The sapphire sword on the swordsman's waist was tightly held in his hand. He walked towards the restaurant, walking slowly, but he didn't stop because of the rumors.

The swordsman dropped two copper coins.

"Boss, here are two jugs of wine."

The street is not long, the swordsman took the wine and left the restaurant.The sky darkened.

When he walked this street many years ago, many old hotels had not yet opened.Cars and horses were making noise in front of the hall, laughing and cursing behind the hall, and the fireworks of the world suddenly hit the eyes.

The past has passed, and everyone has turned a new chapter.

With his eyes, he watched the tall building of Zhao's family collapse, watched Zhao Changning fall to pieces, and watched him being scolded by the world, so the stale breath that was suppressed in his chest was released.

But there is no pleasure of revenge.

The swordsman led his horse all the way east, to a grave, and the moon was bright.

The wine in his hand spilled on the ground.

This is King Ning's tomb.

King Ning has a reputation as a virtuous king, and the people sweep his tomb for him, and fresh tributes are placed in front of the tomb.

But no one knows that behind King Xian's reputation, King Ning is just an ordinary man, a liar blinded by power.

Lu Jinglan used to be King Ning's lackey.

Now his running dog is still alive, but the chess player who gave orders back then is buried in the dark underground.

"This jug of wine, I should thank you for taking it in. Don't be reborn in the royal family in the next life."

No matter what the purpose of King Ning was, it was true that King Ning saved him, it was true that he was not good to Lu Chenyan, and it was true that he and Lu Chenyan betrayed King Ning for Shen Shuang's news.

Who in this world is right and who is wrong, who can tell clearly?

The swordsman's expression was as indifferent as his sword.

His sword is a tool for killing.

Where is he from?

Where is he going?

The relaxed swordsman leaned half on the tombstone, poured a jug of wine with his head up.

A pair of eyes fell on the stone sculpture in front of King Ning's tomb.

The moonlight sprinkled silver on the stone carvings.

The stone statue is a silent portrait, kneeling down facing King Ning's tomb with a heavy face, and its spine was bent.

The stone carvings are newly established, with lifelike eyebrows and eyes.

The carver was a great carver, with a nine-beaded official hat, a flower feather on top, wide arrow sleeves, and a cloud pattern robe hem, who else was it if it wasn't Zhao Changning?

It's just that Zhao Changning in front of him described it as treacherous, with a greasy head and a pink face, as if he had to kneel down because of being suppressed...

It's really ugly.

Fine rain began to fall from the sky, and the stone carvings were wetted by the rain.

The young swordsman's hair was soaked by the rain.

He was very drunk.

The swordsman's footsteps were a little slow, and he kicked over the wine jar on the ground.

The indifference in his eyes melted due to the hazy drunkenness, and he staggered to the stone sculpture, reaching out his hand to wipe off the rainwater on the hideous stone sculpture.

Before the rain stopped, the raindrops trickled into the stone carving's eyes again, like two lines of chaotic tears.

Zhao Changning, why are you crying?

The swordsman took off his coat and put it on the stone sculpture, protecting him from the rain, with a gentle expression on his face.

He lay on his back on the ground beside the stone sculpture, as if he had found his home beside the stone sculpture.

The swordsman didn't know what he had done.

He was intoxicated in front of the stone sculpture.

In the dream, when I was a teenager, BMW carving cars were all over the road.

He was holding the sword flower, and there was a person standing silently behind him, occasionally looking at his sword with a smile in his eyes.

The sword flower stirred, and the petals rustled all over his shoulders.