Stories Of Nine Cities

"Lord?" Outside the city gate, Shanyin looked at Fengqing cliff standing in front of the carriage and cried.

"Well?" Fengqing cliff, who takes back his sight, looks at Shanyin. Seeing the frowning sight that the other party doesn't agree with, he smiles.

"Isn't it all up to you? I'm going back now. How can I give it back to my face? " Fengqing cliff said, went to Shanyin side, in each other's help jump on the carriage.

"It's time to go back." Shanyin frowned and responded in a deep voice. If it wasn't for the master's insistence, they shouldn't have stayed here. As a result, they just drank tea in the room every day, and then secretly looked at the changes of the city. But the results had nothing to do with them.

"Yes! If I had gone back earlier, maybe there would have been no such marriage. " Hear Shan Yin this words of wind Qing cliff, don't know to think of what of low voice whisper so a.

"It's the Lord's fault." Shan Yin's resolute response, looking at Feng Qing cliff, who was slightly stunned, did not change his face, and then attracted the latter's smile.

"That's what I said. If I want to go, I will go with you when I was in Taotie city." Fengqing cliff said so, then opened the curtain and got into the carriage.

The reason why Shanyin didn't speak was that he knew that nothing was right at the moment, just as he didn't understand why the LORD had a heart for Junlin.

Pulling the reins of the carriage, Shanyin drove the carriage away with a loud shout. Fengqing cliff opened the window curtain behind the carriage and looked out. The wall was so high that he could not help sighing.

What happens next? Will hanxixie's plan go well? Will the king return to juocheng in the evening? What is Gong Li's plan? What will they look like in the future?

The more I think about Fengqing cliff, the more I feel headache. How can I get the answer to the question that I haven't understood for so many years?

Take out the collection of the wooden pendant, Fengqing cliff expression Shen Ning in the hand to play, originally, is intended to show Hanxi evil, the result is still tangled when so many things happened, is missed the opportunity, or is it destined to be so?

"Is it really fate?" Fengqing cliff whispered, then leaned against the carriage and closed his eyes.

This side of the road is quiet, the rest is just a simple reply from the morning, and the very perfunctory hard work of hanxixie. Some people feel chilly when they hear people's doubts.

"Even the Lord of Fengcheng has gone. Is the trade negotiation still under discussion?" The ministers of the central government gathered together.

"Everything is ready on our side. If the east wind doesn't rise, it will all be gone." Someone gave a worried sigh.

"You are quite good there. There is still a big hole to be filled in the expansion of the army in the Ministry of war."

"Fortunately, the Ministry of household has Song Guan, otherwise the hole might not have collapsed earlier."

"But this is not a long-term solution! Can a song temple be worth a city? " No matter how rich the city is, it can't stand the day after day!

"The LORD was also impulsive at the beginning, now how to end it?"

"Isn't the Minister of rites going to lion dragon city now? Maybe there will be good news! "

"You think, what if you just stay there?" Compared with the stormy City, isn't it a happy life in lion dragon city?

"It's only because the Lord doesn't know people clearly." It's ironic to say that it's one of my own.

"It's a good fate for the king to come late."

"That's right!"

The courtier's argument gradually goes away. Liu Ao, who is hiding in the dark, looks back at Hanxi evil behind him. He doesn't know what to say.

"Let's go!" When the road ahead is clear, hanxixie ignores liuao's complicated expression and goes far away.

Don't speak of follow in cold Xi evil behind, two people left the King City one before and one after, and soon appeared in the childe mansion.

When he saw the appearance of hanxixie, Fang Su frowned and didn't speak. He just looked at Bu Qingting lying on the bed and clenched his hand into a fist.

"What about Bai Yijian?" Han xixie asks, but does not wait for Fang Su to answer. Bai Yijian has already taken a bowl of Decoction and walked into the door. When she saw Han xixie, she was stunned. Then she frowned and went to the bed.

"The medicine is ready?" Cold Xi evil looked at a white one Jane hands of the decoction asked.

"The medicine is made, but there's no way to guarantee it." Bai Yijian motioned Fang Su to help Bu Qingting up, and then took a spoon to fill the soup into the mouth of the Qing court.

When the decoction entered the throat, it began to slide smoothly, and then the Qing court coughed because of the overflow. It didn't know whether it was caused by choking or by the stimulation of the mouth.

"Bu Qingting!" Fang Su stares at Fushun and pulls his sleeve to wipe his mouth. Bai Yijian stands beside him with a bowl. Han xixie frowns and stares at Bu Qingting.

After coughing, bu Qingting, who was calm, looked as if he had fallen asleep. He asked Fang Su to put the man back on the bed and let the next waiting become a bit painful. Fortunately, not long after, bu Qingting's eyelashes moved, followed by his fingers. Not long after, he opened his eyes."Bu Qingting!" Seeing that Bu Qingting wakes up, Fang Su comes forward to ask, and Bai Yijian is relieved. At the same time, she can't help but flash a touch of sympathy in her eyes.

Looking at hanxixie, Bai Yijian goes out with a bowl and closes the door. He isolates everything in the room behind him. Finally, he understands why hanxixie conceals so many things from him. He can't bear those mean things at all. But what kind of mood does Jun linwan have to do these things? Obviously, it's not a good thing.

In the room, although Bu Qingting opened his eyes, his mind was still a little fuzzy. He turned his eyes for a long time before focusing. When he saw Fang Su, his mouth moved, but he wrinkled his head without saying anything.

"It's OK. It's not urgent." Fang Su comforted him and poured a glass of water to moisten Bu Qingting's throat. When he finished all this, Han xixie followed him.

When he saw hanxixie, bu Qingting was very surprised. He was just about to get up to speak, but it was difficult to move. Only his lips wriggled, and only two whines could not be heard.

"You don't have to talk. Just listen to me." Looking at the appearance of Bu Qingting, Han xixie whispered.

Looking at hanxixie, Fang Su grits his teeth to say something, but he can't say it. He can only watch bu Qingting lying on the bed confused and nodding slightly.

"The eldest son of Pulao city will succeed as the leader of the city after autumn. The whole Shangxie has already known." Cold Xi evil words concession, the Qing court listen to Leng in situ, for a long time just some excited support, want to sit up from the bed, see Fang Su hurried forward to help.

"The person behind the eldest son should be the city of kiss. Once you succeed, I believe you know what will happen in the future." This was originally the purpose that Bu Qingting would come to find him, so Han xixie didn't wait for the reaction to continue.

"It's up to you to decide whether you want to go into exile or go back. The only thing I can do for you now is to complete it."

The so-called exile is nothing more than to hide one's name and give in to the Qing government to become history. To go back, as the saying goes, if you don't die on the road, I'm afraid you will die in your own brother's hands, unless

Looking up at hanxixie, bu Qingting's eyes slowly covered with mist and his lips trembled. He could not say anything, but his face became very sad.

If the city of Pulao falls into the hands of the eldest son, there are seven chances that the city will use it to deal with Taotie City, which is what the imperial court of the Qing Dynasty tried to avoid. What's more, the succession ceremony after autumn may be a grand banquet, and no one knows what will happen at that time.

This is not alarmist. If it is not, why does it suddenly spread such news? How can the old and new things not change?

And the only one who can stop all this is him. In the end, is he still unable to escape this so-called fate?

Bu Qingting's silence makes the atmosphere in the room more and more mysterious, and the air more and more suffocating. Finally, when Fang Su can't help but want to speak for others, a hoarse response comes from the air.

"I Go back. "

This body goes back, let Fang Su hear the body shape tremble, cold Xi evil but don't move like a mountain of pursed mouth looking at step Qing court.

"Send me back." Bu Qingting, who choked to finish this sentence, looked up at hanxixie. His wet eyes could not help the tears and rolled down with full grief. He felt his old intention and his nose was sour unconsciously. Hanxixie just turned around and left two words coldly.

"It's up to you!"

Hanxixie left in a hurry as if she had come. Liu Ao looked back at the direction of the room. Then he saw the half hidden figure at the end of the corridor, bowed his head and left a few inaudible sighs. Then he left behind hanxixie.

Bai Yijian walked out from the corner of the corridor, looked at the direction where hanxixie left, and then looked at the room where the Qing court was. He secretly clenched his hand into a fist and bit his lip, his eyes turned moist.

In the room, Fang Su looked at the bowed Bu Qingting and was silent for a long time. Finally, he couldn't help saying something.

"If you don't want to do it, don't do anything. I can watch you." It's not difficult for Fang Su to be anonymous. Even without Hanxi evil, he can protect the Qing court.

Hearing Fang Su's words, bu Qingting was stunned. He looked at each other with a smile, but he still gently shook his head and refused. He looked sad, but his eyes were firm.

In this world, there are many things we can't do and many things we don't want to do. However, we have to do more things. If the imperial court of the Qing Dynasty chooses to stay out of the business, it will only be the common people of the city who suffer in the end, and the dandy of the city who is willing to make use of it can imagine the end of the city.

If Bu Qingting is selfish, he can do nothing, but he can't! Otherwise, why take the risk? How can he persuade himself to be at ease for a hundred years?Isn't it better to let hanxixie become the protective umbrella of pulaocheng than to be a pawn of the city of qikiss? At least, we can avoid war and fearless sacrifice, can't we?

"Bu Qingting!" Seeing that the other party refuses his proposal, Fang Su can't help shouting. He somehow overlaps the person in front of him with someone. He has many similarities.

Shaking his head, bu Qingting did not want to continue this topic and struggled to lie down. Although the wound was still a little painful, it was still less than the struggle in his heart.

That's it! Maybe things are not so bad. There is no conspiracy in the succession ceremony after autumn. In fact, the eldest brother is just forced to go back to pulaocheng. Maybe he can reach a consensus without war. Maybe

Bu Qingting lay in bed and had a beautiful dream. His brothers had the same heart and let the people in Pulao live and work in peace and contentment. However, he did not know that he sat in front of the bed and watched his Fang Su. He sighed with tears falling from the corners of his eyes.