But he shared the dream with Jun [Rebirth]

In the 14th year of Zhaojing, outside Yuwan City, the capital of Chen Guoguo, beside the Yanshui River.

Not far away, a large ship was ready to go, with the flag representing Chen Guo tied on the mast, and it was going to the border between Lingjiang and Rui'an to meet with the allied forces led by King Jiang.

It was almost the day of the blood sacrifice, and the reeds on the riverside were growing tall and clustered together, covering the two people on the bank in soft white.

Nie Zhen and Song Chi stood facing each other, one seeing the other off.According to their identities, this kind of farewell gift is extremely simple.

He had passed his thirtieth birthday this year, and he was still wearing the black robe that was standard for the Grand Master. On the black robe, the pattern of black and gold dragons and snakes remained unchanged from ancient times, and there was a slightly gloomy atmosphere inside and out.

"Is your illness really all right?" Nie Zhen looked at Song Chi worriedly, trying to pick out a clue from his smile.

Song Chi was wearing a familiar green shirt and white clothes. The lake blue robe fluttered in the wind, tied in a bun, and wrapped around a jade white hairband.He raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Relax. Don't you worry about the minister? Even if the minister dies, the soul will float back to Yuwan, run to the National Teacher's Mansion, and go to the Zong's bed to scare the emperor into burning paper money for the minister! "

Song Chi pinched the flesh under his eyes and made a face, which made Nie Zhen giggle.

Both of them had a tacit understanding, and they didn't mention their uncle's opinion.

Song Chi reached out and took Nie Zhen into his arms, and patted his back reluctantly a few times.

Feeling the warmth of the other party's embrace, Nie Zhen froze, but obediently let him finish touching and hugging.

"I'm sorry, Zongshang. I'm lonely in the middle of the night, and there's no one to comfort me." Song Chi sighed, with an expression that didn't seem like he was joking.

Nie Zhen blushed, broke away, and said angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about?"

Song Chi lowered his head and let out a chuckle, and after a while, he said, "It's not nonsense. I owe it to the word "Chi" in my life..."

Nie Chen tied a wine gourd full of wine to his waist, and said helplessly, "What you want is the 30-year-old [Thousand Lixiang] from Yuwan!"

Song Chi took a few steps in the direction of the boat, "Don't give it away, go back. The spring of the next year, autumn at the latest, I will definitely come back and steal your wine!"

Nie Zhen said angrily: "Who wants to send you a drunkard?"

Song Chi laughed loudly, boarded the messenger ship, and waved his hands to indicate that he was going to enter the cabin.

Nie Chen was on the shore and watched him go until the sails disappeared at the end of the river.

The world has changed, and the narcissistic cancer patient he used to hate the most has become a right-hand man and a close friend.The more he gets to know Song Chi, the more Nie Zhen understands his excellence and infatuation.Such a person, holding his own tree that is destined to be fruitless, feels wronged.

Although, every step is decided by this smart man himself.Whether it is abandoning the royal family to join the Holy See, or going to Lingjiang with illness.

Perhaps, as he said, it was due to the word "late".

In the 15th year of Zhaojing, the first year of the founding of the People's Republic of China.When Daxiang was first established, Nie Zhen boarded the altar, lit the holy fire, and announced the birth of a new unified dynasty to the people and believers.

The news was always delayed by one step. It was not until three days after the founding of the country that Yuwan's people knew that Song Chi, the seventh military minister, died on the day before the founding of the country.

Rui'an was forced into a situation where the King of Xinjiang had nowhere to go, so he cooked and killed Song Chi, divided the meat soup into dozens of bowls, rewarded the few hundred remaining soldiers, and left a bowl for Nie Zhen, so that he could taste it too.

The newly renovated National Teacher's Mansion is extremely dazzling.Nie Zhen threw everything that could be dropped in the most gorgeous master bedroom, causing tiles and shredded paper to be scattered all over the floor.Cry until there is no more tears to shed, shrinking in the corner of the secret passage, refusing to see anyone.

Since he was a child, he liked to hide in dark and narrow places to avoid unwanted eyes from capturing him, which made him feel safe.However, if you don't want to see people anymore, you still have to face the facts.

After several days of insanity, Nie Zhen finally came out of the secret path under the repeated persuasion of the ministers and the king, and held the court meeting of the Holy See once every ten days with the overall situation in mind.

Seeing half of his white hair, the people below swallowed thousands of words, and only confessed to each other. From now on, they will never mention Song Chi in the Holy See, especially in front of the emperor.

In the first year of Zeding, the king of Xinjiang was trapped in the east of Rui'an, and the people disturbed him. The Tai/zu ordered Longzheng to march south, and attacked from the southwest.The next day was a great victory, and Daxiang was first established.The meritorious officials are erected in the temple, and the late ranks first... Chi's clothes are buried together with the evil poison of the holy sect. "Xiangshu No.17 Volume Biography of Counselors Song Chi"

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Reporter: Describe the other party

Narcissus: late-stage narcissistic patient, showing off cancer, good at talking nonsense, rigid and inflexible, stupid, useless and a scholar

Song Chi: Cold on the outside and hot on the inside, duplicity

Reporter: Where does rigidity and ignorance of flexibility manifest itself?

Nie Zhen: In my previous life, I insisted on hanging on a tree for more than ten years, and was finally boiled alive, still thinking about that tree

Reporter: Okay, where is the duplicity reflected?

Song Chi: The tree he mentioned just now is himself.