Qin Dynasty Novelist

"Although there are still warriors who transform into gods from the Mohist family and the peasant family, they have been lost too much in recent years."

"I want to see who it is?"

Could it be that he is still from Yandan? Yingge's expression is a bit dignified. Ruoyan still has Huashen warriors, but deep in his heart he doesn't believe it. There is not much left.

As for the peasant family, for some reason, although they dispatched a large number of people, the top combat power has almost never appeared. For example, the masters of the sixth hall of the peasant family are almost all warriors who have transformed into gods, or are close to transforming into gods.

"It's him!"

"Mo family Gao Jianli, how did he come here?"

The speed of the carriage did not slow down, but compared to the speed of the galloping horse, after all, it was not as fast as the galloping horse. After a stick of incense, the person behind whom Xue Ji had sensed before finally approached the two carriages, and then rushed to the carriage. Before.

Forcibly order the emperor to stop the castration.

"It's Gao Jianli and Song Ruyi, frequent guests in heaven and earth."

Yingge nodded and recognized the two people in front of the carriage.

"I'm Gao Jianli, I hope I can see Miss Xueji."

As the rain slowed down, Gao Jianli, who was dressed in a light white robe, got off his horse, carried a guqin on his back, and approached slowly, with a hint of hope on his face, he bowed his hands and said in a deep voice.

Song Ruyi at the side did not dismount, but waited quietly not far away.

"What's the matter with you?"

In this human form, Xue Ji heard the sound, pondered for a few breaths, and then did not move, the crisp sound responded.

"This qin was made by my good friend Zhao Guomusician Kuang Xiu. It took three thousand years of ancient wood from Southern Chu and it took three years to complete. The strings of the qin were made of the tendons of Yunmeng Jiaolong. Song Yu from Chu State personally adjusted it and gave it away last year. And next."

"Gao Jianli Tian has been a luthier in heaven and earth for a long time. It is rare to meet someone who has a bosom friend. The Zhu Xia is so big, and only Miss Xueji can match the sound of this piano. Today, Miss Xueji left Jicheng, hoping to give this piano to the girl. "

He took the guqin from behind, although it is not weak, such as bells and beams, but it is by no means an ordinary guqin, the surface of the guqin is covered with a layer of fire cloth, both queens hold it up, take a step forward, and speak deeply.

"You will not be rewarded for meritorious deeds. Since it is a gift from the sage of Zhao Guoqin, how can Xue Ji, a mere dancer, win people's love?"

"You... take it back."

"If there is nothing else, please get out of the way."

As the response sounded, Xue Ji's cold voice flowed, echoing in Gao Jianli's ear with incomparable clarity.

"Let's say goodbye today, I don't know when I can see Miss Xue Ji again."

"This is Gao Jianli's sincerity!"

There was a sigh in the depths of his heart, a trace of disappointment in the depths of his bright eyes, and all kinds of things appeared in his mind. From the first time he saw Xue Ji, he had an inexplicable feeling.

It is that kind of attraction to oneself, that kind of intoxication and loss of oneself.

During this period, asking for but not getting, asking for but difficult to meet, the pain in my heart is unspeakable. Three days ago, when I knew that Lord Yanchun wanted to force Xue Ji, I made up my mind that I would not let Miss Xue Ji be disturbed in any way. .

It's a pity that the strength is not good, but it will end up today.

After today's farewell, the other party will be far away from Xianyang, and will be close to serve the person whom he hates. This will make Gao Jian's heart ache, how unfair the world is.

"There are trees in the south, I can't stop thinking about it."

"There are wandering women in the Han Dynasty, so don't ask for joy."

"The Han Dynasty is so vast that it is impossible to think about it."

"Jiang Zhiyong is here, and I can't think about it."

"Qiaoqiao is wrongly paid, and the words are so clear."

"The son is returning home, and he will feed his horse."

"Hanzhi..."

The phrase "Han Guang" expresses the meaning in my heart. If I don't say it today, I'm afraid there will be no chance again.The rain was falling, and the sky and the earth had gradually darkened. Gao Jianli remained unmoved and sang loudly.

"presumptuous."

"Leave quickly, or the fate of those people just now will be yours."

Although Yingge doesn't know much about "The Book of Songs", he still knows this poem. This person is too arrogant, how can he speak so arrogantly and angrily in front of himself and Xueji.

Mysterious light flickered all over his body, and he had already appeared outside the carriage, holding a sharp knife, looking at Gao Jianli coldly.

"You go."

"Don't waste your heart on Xue Ji, in the future, you will meet someone who is truly suitable for you."

"This talk ends today, Gao Jianli, you guys go away."

Xue Ji still echoed her cold voice, she never expected that the other party would really have that kind of thought for her. She had already read the song "Han Guang" when she was in Zhaomei Pond, but unfortunately, she has already been an adult's in this life. up.

The lord is very kind to me, whether it's Zhaomeichi helping out, sister Yanling taking care of me, or abandoning Yanchun Jun's pawn for myself, with my lord by my side, my wish is enough.

Sitting quietly in the carriage, with a wave of push, the outside world generates great power, and a strong wind sweeps the area where Gao Jianli retreats from the carriage. Seeing this, the driver waved the reins and returned to officialdom.

"Miss Xueji, today, the heavens and the earth can send you to Lord Yanchun for the sake of benefit, and it may not be the case in the future..."

puff!

Gao Jianxin was excited, watching the carriage leave, he couldn't hold it anymore, he said loudly, full of resentment, why Miss Xueji, who is like a goddess, would fall into the mortal world.