no king

"No Lonely King" Author: Vicious Dog Dangdang

Copywriting: Drama, not abuse, main sweetness, overhead history.

An inexplicably reincarnated king who was above ten thousand people in the Great Wei, disguised himself as a man because of a ten-year agreement, accepted the order of the sky, and ended the cause and effect.

A daughter of an aristocratic family whose father 'died his life for the country', whose family background has declined, and who has been framed and rumored by others. The person in his heart allows her to be a concubine, and she is asked to make peace at the banquet.

The two people who were caught in the vortex of rumors met, knew each other, fell in love, and stayed together, only for each other in their hearts.

[May thereafter, life after life, there will be no doubts. 】

[Mountains, rivers, seas, glazed scenery, stay with you and me for a lifetime. 】

1.

In the sixth year of Jinghui in the Great Wei Dynasty, at the end of spring, the Mansion of General Huqi in Suzhou.

A white homing pigeon circled over the general's mansion.

"Your Highness, I have a letter." Tong Run looked up at the sky.Squinting his eyes, he saw the dark blue ribbon on the white dove's feet, and his heart suddenly became clear.It is a carrier pigeon from Tianchangguan.

Sima Huai stopped swinging the long knife, put the knife back into its sheath, and moved his slightly swollen right hand.He waved his hand at the big bird standing on the dead tree in the courtyard. It glanced at Sima Huai, dissatisfied in its golden pupils, and stood there like a black statue.

"Jifeng, go back."

Sima Huai squinted his eyes in dissatisfaction, and passed a look over. The black eagle called "Jifeng" shook its feathers unconsciously, let out a childish whistle, and spread its wide, flowing black wings. Like a whirlwind, it entered Sima Huai's bedroom.

"It's being naughty again." Tong Run looked at the frustrated Black Eagle, feeling relieved.

Seeing the evacuation of the dangerous elements, the carrier pigeons above the courtyard flew down and landed on Tong Run's arm. He took off the dark blue silk ribbon, opened the plug of the letter box, took out a piece of yellow paper with ink stains on it, and handed it respectfully to Tong Run. Gave it to Sima Huai.

Sima Huai took it and opened it.

There is only one line, "Young son, come back quickly, and you can relieve your worries."

Can you solve your worries?

"Worry" reconciliation?

Can the old man solve the war?cannot.Sima Huai shook his head, the war between the Great Wei and Quan Rong was far away in Shengjing, how can the experienced people solve it?

The internal injury of friend Yunqi?It should be so, I wrote a letter the day before yesterday, and mentioned a matter of searching for medicine, but I didn't expect the old man to be interested.

Sima Huai rolled the letter into a ball, threw it to Tong Run to destroy, and ordered: "Leave tomorrow and return to Beijing!"

"Yes".

Just when Sima Huai was about to step into the house to take a bath, Tong Run continued, "Your Highness, can Lin Cang accompany you?"

He stopped in front of the door, turned his head and muttered, "Alright."

"Yes." Tong Run bowed his head and saluted.

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"Drive, drive, drive." Three figures rode horses galloping in the dark night.

"Your Highness, we will arrive at Tianchangguan in half an hour." Tong Run said to the "boy" beside him.

"Faster." Sima Huai nodded, riding faster and faster.

Tong Run nodded to Lin Cang who was walking side by side with him.

The three disappeared into the night like lightning.

At the gate of Tianchangguan, a handsome and tall figure was hidden in the shadow of the gate, quietly waiting for the arrival of the three of them.

The Great Wei Dynasty where Sima Huai lived had Shengjing as the capital and Luozhou as the accompanying capital. Both Buddhism and Taoism were extremely prosperous. Among them, the famous Tianchang Temple and Qingyuan Palace located in Xuanfeng Mountain in the eastern suburbs of Shengjing, located in the accompanying capital Luozhou Hongyun Temple and Falen Temple in the southern suburbs of Shengjing.

At the foot of Xuanfeng Mountain, eagles circled in the air and whistled lowly. Sima Huai pulled the reins and said to Tong Run and Lin Cang behind him, "Get off the horse and walk."

"Yes." Tong Run and Lin Cang nodded and whispered together.

After getting off the horse, Tong Run followed closely behind Sima Huai.Lin Cang on the side was tall and skilled in martial arts, he was paying attention to the movement around him.

The three of them have all practiced martial arts, and their respective mounts are rare horses.

Sima Huai handed over the reins to Tong Run, and walked towards the long-awaited figure.

Tong Run understood what Sima Huai meant, and led the three horses to the Tianchangguan Stables, not forgetting to make eye contact with Lin Cang before leaving.

Lin Cang pursed his resolute and serious face, nodded knowingly, and followed closely behind Sima Huai on guard.

Sima Huai traveled non-stop from Suzhou to the suburbs of Beijing, his face could not conceal the exhaustion, only those bright eyes were shining like stars in the dark night.

"Daoist Hengyuan, I've been waiting for a long time." Sima Huai said to the tall figure.

The two haven't seen each other for a long time, but Sima Huai still recognized Daoist Chen Gang's proud disciple at a glance.

"His Royal Highness Ning Wang is polite." Heng Yuan said lightly.

"Lead the way, Taoist priest." Sima Huai did not forget to look at him when he spoke. Taoist Hengyuan is already in his prime, but he is more unpredictable than before. Wearing a Taoist robe, he is quite immortal.

Heng Yuan nodded, and led Sima Huai into the Tianchang Temple.

Hengyuan looked cold, but his mind was full of thoughts.Six years, neither long nor short.Enough to make a child grow into a very beautiful "teenager".

Years of Qingxiu has brought his mind closer. He has never cared about worldly affairs, but even in this situation, he can hear some rumors, such as the "love affair" of the young prince who has been stationed in Suzhou all the year round. ".

Thinking of this, the expression on Hengyuan's face became more pure and indifferent.

After walking for more than half an hour, I finally arrived at the door of the tent.Daoist Hengyuan nodded to Sima Huai, then turned and left.

Sima Huai made a gesture, and Lin Cang stood on guard at the door of Taoist Chen Gang's barn. In the night sky, a black shadow swooped down and landed on the ancient tree at the door of the barn, disappearing from sight.

Walking into the room, Sima Huai took a look. It was still the same as before, with a row of tall bookshelves, two futons, a low table, and two candlesticks. It was very simple.

What caught my eye was a middle-aged man who was dozing off. The man had a red face, black beard, and extremely thick black hair. He was wearing a Taoist robe and was sitting on the floor, with one hand propped on a low table. His drowsy appearance was completely imaginable. Unexpectedly, this person is the famous Master Chen Gang.

"Cough cough."

"Well, here we come." Daoist Chen Gang slowly raised his head.His eyelids were drooping and he was not quite awake.

Sima Huai twitched his eyebrows, and said impatiently, "Why do you relieve your worries?"

"Hi, girl, you're still so uncute." Daoist Chen Gang looked at Sima Huai's cold face and felt very boring. After so many years, they were so straightforward when they met each other. They were not as cute as when they were young. Although they were cold when they were young, they were not as cute Now then... alas, whatever.

Director Chen Gang ignored Sima Huaizheng's movement of rubbing the handle of the knife, casually took out a red lacquer box from his bosom, and threw it away.

Sima Huai stretched out his hand, and the box appeared smoothly in his palm.

"Star thorn grass can cure internal injuries."

"······" Sima Huai opened the red lacquer box, the whole body of the star thorn is green, with dotted spots on it, and there is a faint light in the dim tent room. This star thorn is in excellent condition , that old Taoist also put his heart into it.

After Sima Huai inspected it, he sealed it carefully with a red lacquer box and put it in his arms.Sima Huai stared at Daoist Chen Gang steadfastly, his tone became a little more serious unconsciously, and there was a trace of a soldier's unique evil spirit in it: "What are you talking about, let me come back?"

She understands that although the star thorn grass is rare and hard to find, it is not worthwhile for the famous prince of the Great Wei Dynasty to come here for a herb, there should be other things.

Chen Gang sighed softly, his expression was a bit complicated, he could feel the evil aura on Sima Huai's body, and he knew it was the unique aura of wandering on the battlefield, on the line of life and death.

Do you regret your choice at that time?

The evil spirit is strong, permeating in this small tent.

Mr. Chen Gang stroked his thick and messy beard, coughed lightly, and said in a loud voice mixed with a trace of inner strength: "Can I ask you to come back? Isn't kid Lu Yunqi your best friend?"

Sima Huai looked at the appearance of Taoist Chen Gang dying to save face, calmed down his mood, withdrew his momentum, and waited quietly for the old Taoist's words.

Seeing that this trick worked, Chen Fang raised his eyebrows triumphantly, and said happily, "That's right, I knew that Xiao Huai'er valued friends, so it's worth my effort to come back from Suzhou all the way. Get this star thorn back, Xiao Huai'er, are you right, and the old man holding the star thorn, you don't know me..."

The appearance of the old Taoist spitting flying all over the place fell into Sima Huai's eyes, and his heart was filled with displeasure.

Sima Huai gave Chen Gang a cold look.She turned around neatly and walked towards the door, and stopped when her fingertips touched the rough wooden door. Her whole body was hidden in the shadows that the candlelight could not illuminate. As if recalling something, "If there is nothing wrong, the king will return to Suzhou."

The low and indifferent appearance seemed to have returned to five years ago, and the porter was a little dazed.

I saw Sima Huai push the door out, and his figure stepped into the deeper darkness.

Lin Cang followed Sima Huai the moment he went out, and the black eagle "Ji Feng" hidden on the ancient tree sensed the breath of its master, spread its wings, and landed on Sima Huai's shoulder like lightning.

The director of Chen Gang stood up suddenly, remembering what he wanted to tell Sima Huai, he rushed to the door immediately, and used his internal force to transmit a voice to the darkness: "Tomorrow, go to Hongyun Temple in Luozhou, and bring me to Master Chongjue for me. That’s my thank you for helping you.”

In the silence of the night, an eagle howl came through the sky.

After closing the wooden door of the barn, the Porter of Dust patted himself on the head in frustration, pulled his beard and spat on the ground.He was so anxious that he rolled on the ground without any image.

After tossing and tossing, he picked up the herbal tea on the table and took two sips vigorously.

With a long sigh, there was no more words.

baby, yes