Chiwuxing

a bit.

Those two lips moved up and down, and the young man said: "...When did Your Highness communicate with Hu Qiang?"

"three years ago."

Seeing that the man didn't shy away from asking him questions, Fu Chen suddenly had a strange illusion. He took a breath of cold wind and said, "That's His Highness... the time when you were savage?"

Zongzhengxi defaulted.

"It turns out that His Highness's affairs in Tongcheng were planned earlier..."

Fu Chen murmured hoarsely and blinked a few times.

Zong Zhengxi pressed his right hand down on his knee, his eyes fixed on Fu Chen for a long time, and he saw the stubbornness and gloom that he was familiar with from his half-down eyes.

The sky was pale, sweeping a rare layer of thin golden halo.

"...I deserve to be blind, I can't see anything clearly, I can't distinguish, what's the use of having eyes."

"I still don't know why you came to Hu Qiang."

Fu Chen looked up at him.

Zong Zhengxi met his gaze lightly, and said, "If everything you said is true, why are you still like this?"

Fu Chen was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Is it the fight at the foot of the mountain today?"

"Now."

Fu Chen couldn't hold back his miserable smile, and said, "I thought His Highness understood."

"I don't understand," Zong Zhengxi leaned over, clasped his chin with his right palm, and his voice sank a bit, "Why did he die, not because of you."

The falcon-like fierce light pierced the originally silent pool.

for a moment.

Fu Chen opened his hand stiffly, picked up the knife on the ground, got up and left.

Zong Zhengxi's eyes were glued to the young man's tall back, his long hair could already cover his waist, and it was white.

He said coldly:

"Don't worry about the siege today, just keep it in Hu Qiang."