Qin Dynasty Novelist

After a few years, on the other side, every move is full of Confucian charm, coupled with the other side's intelligence, I think it's very good in Confucianism.

"Maybe."

Zhang Liang smiled lightly.

All kinds of past events flashed through my mind. When I was young, I followed the Ninth Prince, trying to reverse the chaos in South Korea. In the end, things failed.

Now that I have returned to Xinzheng again, I should continue what happened a few years ago.

Although no one in South Korea resisted Qin!

Some people in South Korea have been fighting against Qin!

Will always resist Qin.

"The things here...maybe you shouldn't be here."

Zi Nu shook her hand lightly, and walked into the courtyard hall to welcome Zhang Liangxing. On the way, the crisp sound rang out again.

Quicksand knows in his heart whether the matter will be successful!

The risk is great!

Afterwards, more people were involved.

"Miss Zi Nu, maybe you forgot."

"South Korea has always been a good old land."

Zhang Liang shook his head, laughing again, and walked into the hall of the courtyard.

South Korea is not only its own country, but also a person of quicksand. When South Korea fell, quicksand did not make great efforts, and now it is time to fight for the unfinished business.

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"Xiaoliang..., Zifang, you are back from Sanghai."

Not long after, a person appeared in the hall after hearing the news. Looking at the young man whose face was similar to the past, he seemed to be more handsome than a few years ago.

Between the actions, there was a vague feeling of Brother Nine. At a certain moment, the woman in red felt that she saw Brother Nine on the opponent's body, and opened her mouth to speak, but felt that something was wrong.

With a bright smile, he looked at Zhang Liang.

"Princess Red Lotus!"

Zhang Liang approached and saluted again.

"South Korea is dead, and there is no longer Princess Honglian here."

"Only Chi Lian."

The woman in red gave a bitter smile, and her heart turned freely. Between her slender waist and abdomen, a chain snake and soft sword swiped, combining rigidity and softness, with a different kind of agility. For several years, only this sword has been with her.

Father is dead.

The fourth brother also died.

Brother Jiu also died.

The members of the South Korean royal family are almost dead. Although there are rumors that the son of the fourth brother is still alive, there is no definite news. After all, Zhu Xiajian is alone, and there is no sister Zi Nu. I really don't know what to do.

In Xinzheng, major events were premeditated, and now that Zhang Liang is here, it may be more helpful.

"You're back."

Suddenly, a dark golden light flickered in the hall, and a man in black with a sword appeared, exuding a cold and arrogant look all over his body, looking at Zhang Liang in front of him, his expression remained unchanged, and he spoke softly.

"Yes, I'm back."

Zhang Liang saluted again.

Wei Zhuang also lifted the seal on his body and completely returned to the state of sobriety.

"It's just one more dead person."

Wei Zhuang said coldly.

"It's brave to do what a governor can't do!"

Zhang Liang smiled and said to him.

Zhang Liang knew whether the turmoil in Xinzheng and South Korea was successful, but...even if he knew the result, he still came.

"Confucianism is good at protecting one's life by the mean. You don't seem to have learned the essence?"

Wei Zhuang still looked cool.

"The eight lines of Confucianism are different."

Zhang Liang said with a smile.

"I haven't seen you in a few years, but you are a little bit smarter."

"Since you're here, let's take a look at Xinzheng."

Wei Zhuang didn't continue to say much, but the Zhang Liang in front of him was different from the Zhang Liang in Xinzheng a few years ago. There was indeed a shadow of that person vaguely, but what was different from him was that there was a little more flamboyance in Zhang Liang. cautious.

And that person has a little more conceit in his publicity!