Training Wu Zhou

A Western thinker once said this sentence, "There is nothing more frightening than fear itself."

Thought and truth know no borders, eras, and races. The later French emperor Napoleon abided by this truth and swept across the continent.

The Chinese girl Shangguan Wan'er, who existed thousands of years earlier than her, was also facing this kind of fear at this time, looking at Tang Guan's hand that stopped in mid-air.

Furthermore, she will be a slave all her life, even if what he said just now made her heart beat faster, her identity is still a slave.

Take a step back, he let her go, but where should I go?

The whole world belongs to Wu Zhao, and even Pei Yan, who almost overthrew Wu Zhao, once said: "Is there any king in the world?"

Not to mention that she is a girl, women in this era don't have many options to choose from, she was originally a woman who would burst out with fiery light, and her legendary level was only inferior to Wu Zhao, but now she is no longer .

Her fear stemmed from being afraid of Wu Zhao. It seemed that no matter where she went, as long as Wu Zhao thought of her, it would be useless.

Tang Guan's hand was frozen in mid-air, and he looked at Shangguan Wan'er with a smile. He knew that it was time to end this farce. He made this girl lose everything she should have, and maybe all that didn't necessarily make her so happy.

But just like Wu Zhao and himself, living well is the value of existence, and it is the same for her. In the official history, she has no descendants. Tang Guan doesn't know the reason, but it can't be because of the current situation.

Shangguan Wan'er was struggling to move, her eyes were fixed on Tang Guan's hand, it was an unspeakable temptation.Tang Guan's promise is a long-lost feeling of dependence in her memory.

She didn't know why Tang Guan did this, she had no value to him.And there is no love between the two of them.

"I have a younger sister in my family who loves to cry too. She will also come in a few days, and you can keep her company."

Tang Guan spoke again, breaking the silence, but Shangguan Wan'er was infected by his relaxed tone, and stared at his outstretched hand in a daze.

Then he remembered that Tang Guan had mentioned to her before that he had a younger sister, and it seemed that this younger sister was extremely important to Tang Guan.

Tang Guan's image was repeatedly subverted in her heart, Shangguan Wan'er finally couldn't bear it and said in a questioning way: "Please, kill me, what do you want to do?"

She didn't have the courage to take her own life by herself.But she has the courage to face death, just like if Wu Zhao is determined to kill her, she will not resist, because struggling is useless, but as long as there is a glimmer of light, she will fight for survival.

But Tang Guan's words made her more confused than Wu Zhao's. Just like the preface said, she didn't know what to rely on, if Shangguan Wan'er had any to rely on.She is no longer Shangguan Wan'er.

Tang Guan retracted his hand slowly, and Shangguan Wan'er couldn't help but moved forward twice, as if she was a little afraid that Tang Guan would really retract her hand.

Fortunately, seeing this, Tang Guan stretched out his other hand and said with a smile, "One hand is too tired to lift it, so use another."

Tang Guan turned a blind eye to her soft words.He was a person who had died once, and he knew Shangguan Wan'er's despair when she was in a desperate situation, but no old man would take her anywhere again.I can't help sympathizing with her.

There must be something pitiful about a hateful person, and Shangguan Wan'er is as pitiful as Wu Zhao.But before she could show her hatefulness, she had already lost her chance.

The woman is tainted with iron and blood.Is it just casually saying that the two are surprisingly similar, and all kinds of venting revenge after gaining power make outsiders feel chills down their spines.

Shangguan Wan'er was also taken aback by her actions, she was afraid that Tang Guan would stretch out her hand just now.

Seeing Shangguan Wan'er eager to try, Tang Guan felt a little relieved. Looking at it from another perspective, he would not easily believe in empty promises.

"Wan'er, let me tell you a story."

Shangguan Wan'er looked at Tang Guan with some doubts when she heard the words. At this time, this person was still in the mood to tell a story. After making a fuss, Tang Guan seemed to comfort a little girl, making Shangguan Wan'er nod unconsciously. .

Seeing her nodding, Tang Guan said, "Come closer, I'm very tired from lifting."

Hearing this, Shangguan Wan'er seemed to have forgotten everything before, and stepped forward in a daze, at this moment, Tang Guan suddenly pulled her over.

"You let me go!"

The sudden change caught Shangguan Wan'er off guard, and she fell on the bed, her waist tightly bound by him. She subconsciously wanted to struggle violently, but she could feel Tang Guan's low and hoarse voice behind her throat, and Shangguan Wan'er just Remember that he is also a wounded person.

Without struggling, Tang Guan just wrapped his hands tightly around Shangguan Wan'er's waist, both of them's heartbeats were speeding up, from friends who were inexplicably close to each other, to the more complex master-slave now, Princess Taiping didn't care that she was caught by Tang Guan. She moved her body indecently, but Shangguan Wan'er was very concerned.

The matter of death is small, and the matter of injustice is big. Wu Zhao can use his status as an elder to hug Tang Guan. As long as Tang Guan has not been crowned, but the two are of the same age, this kind of behavior has touched Shangguan Wan'er's heart. nerve.

Finally, seeing her stop struggling, Tang Guan smelled the faint fragrance mixed with the smell of medicine in her hair, and said slowly: "Once upon a time there was an old monk who was always patronized by thieves."

Hearing Tang Guan's voice, Shangguan Wan'er stopped struggling. She also wanted to know what Tang Guan wanted to say, but she was taken aback when she heard this.

And Tang Guan also stopped his voice. The story of the Three Refugees in the Buddhist scriptures is very popular, and Shangguan Wan'er, who is as smart as Shangguan, would not be unaware.

"Oh, maybe it is." Tang Guan laughed at himself when he heard the words, the two of them seemed to have calmed down, Tang Guanjia was in his arms, but he didn't care about it, and concentrated on saying: "Later..."

"Later that thief came again, was caught by the old monk, beat him up, let him convert, you let me go!"

Shangguan Wan'er didn't seem to appreciate it very much, she thought Tang Guan could say something, but she didn't expect it to be this, and she struggled again after she said it.

"Sister Wan'er, do you really want to be a slave?" Tang Guan's arms tightened a little, and he said softly.

The change in tone made Shangguan Wan'er stop her movements, fear flashed in her beautiful eyes, it was useless for Tang Guan to live or die.

"If you don't want to, just listen to me."

After saying that, Tang Guan ignored Shangguan Wan'er and murmured: "Later that thief became the emperor."

"He demolished that temple and killed the old monk."

"What!?" Shangguan Wan'er wanted to turn her head to see Tang Guan's expression, but she couldn't move, so she had to wait quietly.

Is Tang Guan telling a story?

Of course not, he was just talking nonsense, because he knew that Shangguan Wan'er only needed courage to take three steps, and now she was close at hand.

His eyelids were getting heavier and heavier, and when Shangguan Wan'er waited for a long time to hear what Tang Guan wanted to say, what was waiting was the sound of even breathing behind him.

She took three steps inexplicably, but it didn't come from her own courage. Feeling the strong heartbeat of the person behind her on her back, Shangguan Wan'er suddenly felt a little warm.

The hands on the waist gradually loosened, and Shangguan Wan'er was able to turn her head to look at Tang Guan behind her. Their faces were close at hand, looking at Tang Guan's sleeping face, Shangguan Wan'er seemed to put everything down temporarily, just staring at Tang Guan. .

"Wan'er, live on, live better than anyone else!"

"Wan'er, let's go!"

"Wan'er..."

A distant voice sounded from the bottom of her heart. It was her parents and grandfather whose memory was blurred. Suddenly tears blurred her vision again. This day was the day she cried the most in the past ten years. She cried to Wu Zhao and Tang Guan.

People say that after a hundred years of cultivation, you can cross the same boat, and after a thousand years of cultivation, you can sleep together. The two sleep together, but they are masters and slaves.

"I won't bully you, and I won't let others bully you, as long as I, Tang Qubing, stay alive."

Tears wet the pillow, and there was another voice in her heart. She didn't know if Tang Guan would promise such an ugly girl after she lifted the cover to reveal her cut face, but this man, oh, No, it should be said that the boy once made such a promise.

"Why...why..." Shangguan Wan'er looked at Tang Guan who was close at hand and muttered to herself. She expected Tang Guan to open his eyes and tell her why, but Tang Guan fell into a deep sleep.

Just when Shangguan Wan'er was already pear blossoms and raining, a voice sounded out of nowhere: "Because the world is mine, and you are mine too."

Shangguan Wan'er suddenly looked at Tang Guan, the voice was obviously made by him, but it was like an illusion, Tang Guan still closed her thin lips, breathing evenly and fell asleep.

But Shangguan Wan'er felt like a stormy sea in her heart. After a long time, she cautiously stretched out her hand to caress Tang Guan's face, her hands were soft and tender. It was impossible for a nine-year-old boy to say such words. After the shock, she laughed at herself and felt inexplicable peace of mind.

After a while, her slender hand rested on Tang Guan's face, and Shangguan Wan'er also began to feel drowsy. In the middle of the night, the two young men hugged each other tightly subconsciously, like two little ones in the middle of a massacre. Animals, keep each other warm.

It wasn't until Shangguan Wan'er fell asleep with tears on her pretty face that Tang Guan who was beside her pillow slowly opened her eyes, felt the cold little hands on her face, and smiled slightly.

Then he carefully moved away and got up, slowly jumped out of bed, and put on his clothes.

"Oh, it doesn't matter if the world sends you, but it's a pity that it's not mine yet." Tang Guan turned his head to look at the beautiful woman on the bed and said, then slowly walked to the door.

Gently pushed open the door, and in April of this year, a young man was in an official house.

And his bottomless eyes looked at Daming Palace from afar!

The young man is like a statue, with a cold light in his eyes. He has a carefully wrapped book of three hundred Tang poems that will never leave his body, and a blood-stained military robe given by an old man in the box in his room. The confidence of Daming Palace!

There is nothing more frightening than fear itself. This year, Tang Guan has left behind fear and has no more fear.

"Ah cut!" A sneeze interrupted the inspirational scene, Tang Guan rubbed his nose and smiled, "It's so fucking cold in spring, so I won't pretend anymore." (To be continued...)