He stood quietly on the palace road and waited, but the young man did not wait for the old wine who brought back the wine, but directly waited for the Han Chan who was holding the wine jar and drinking.
Today's King of Chu did not wear imperial robes, but came slowly in plain clothes standing on the palace road.
Even so, such a picture still startled the young man from Zuo Shifu, and then he leaned down silently.
"I have met the king."
Han Chan stopped on the palace road and looked at the young man quietly, but didn't say anything and just continued to move forward.
Jing Jing didn't know what this meant. Looking at the emperor's back, he hesitated for a long time and then followed him.
The two stopped and walked, but they reached the palace wall all the way.
Han Chan stood there quietly, looking at the human streets outside the palace.
Jing Jing wanted to ask Zhao Gaoxing about it, but she remembered Liu Sanyue's advice, but she stopped talking and just stood there silently.
Unexpectedly, the emperor watched for a long time, but he jumped directly to the top of the city, and then sat down cross-legged there.
Jing Jing looked at Han Chan in surprise, and after a long time he said, "Your Majesty... Zuo Shifu may record this move."
Han Chan said calmly: "Whatever."
Serenity fell silent.
Yes, this Majesty was once an assassin from a sword sect in Huai'an. He has become an assassin, so he probably won't care about those things.
Jing Jing stood there silently, looking at the back of Han Chan sitting there drinking wine on top of the city, and for a moment he was a little confused as to what he was going to do.
The young man was lost in thought when he heard the gentle sound of cicadas blowing in the wind.
"Is your relationship with Zhao Gaoxing really that good?"
Serenity fell silent.
It was at the beginning of the first lunar month that the two of them entered Xuanshuyuan, and the two of them left separately only during the Taiyi Spring Festival on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month.
Perhaps just ten days is really not enough for such two young people to have such a deep friendship.
After a long time, Jing Jing said softly: "Zuo Shi is the king's words and deeds."
Han Chan just sat there, looking at the world quietly, took a sip of wine, and then said softly: "So?"
"This matter is too ridiculous. Jing Jing does not want the king to tarnish his reputation, so he has this advice."
The young man stood on the palace wall with his head bowed sincerely and said slowly.
Perhaps a pot of Huaian-flavored wine really put the emperor in a good mood.
Han Chan chuckled softly.
"So what? Serenity."
Jing Jing stood there in a daze, not knowing how he should answer such a question.
After a long time, the young man said with difficulty: "The future generations...the future generations will..."
Han Chan stopped smiling and said lightly: "Later generations? Of course the human world is not static. Right and wrong will always have different views in a hundred years and a thousand years. Wu Jia's Northern Expedition is naturally ridiculous, and an ignorant boy becomes the commander-in-chief. It is absurd. But if I, Han Chan, stick to the yellow beam and insist on cutting off the tranquility of the human world, this is what will really make me laugh at by future generations."
“Why can’t Huangliang be independent on its own?”
Ning Jing was also aroused by some young people's anger.
"Of course, but I am from Huai'an." The emperor said calmly.
"When I was in the courtyard, Lord Jing Zhaoyin once said that I was very similar to some portraits of the late emperor, and I even believed it myself."
A certain Ling Yin also said something similar.
only.
Hanchan looked back at the palace and said calmly: "Actually, there is no such thing in the palace."
Perhaps only people from thousands of years ago know what the story was like thousands of years ago.
But some things that are made up out of thin air will certainly not be correct.
Of course, Han Chan always remembered that on a snowy day, the scholar named Fang Zhiqiu told a lie for the world to hear.
The sword cultivator of Liuyun Sword Sect sat there quietly and said softly: "Although I have to admit that being a human emperor is indeed very tempting, but that kind of thing is probably not what I, Han Chan, like. , I don’t like to talk about being lonely, I don’t like to say specious words, and I don’t like to have everyone look at me alienatedly. In fact, I prefer that in the thousand and third year of Dafengli, I said to a certain Taoist brother. Happy New Year."
Standing there quietly for a long time, if someone else came to listen, they might really feel that Hanchan is a warm person.
It's just that Tranquility knows very well that this is a killer.
So Happy New Year may not necessarily be a warm thing.
It may also be to cover up some of the brilliant brilliance, a cold blade inserted into the heart.
So that's not warmth.
But freedom.
It was like Han Chan finally gave up going to the Chu Palace after being stern for a long time in Kyoto, and just drank with Liu Sanyue in the Lingxiu Palace all day long.
Jing Jing was silent for a long time, and then said softly: "Maybe the king is just afraid."
Han Chan did not refute such a sentence, but looked at the world quietly and said, "Yes."
The emperor sat cross-legged on the palace wall and said calmly: "Everyone laughs at Lanli, but in fact everyone is Lanli."
Hanchan turned to look at the young man standing quietly aside.
"No one who has not been in this position would understand something like this."
"It's impossible for Huang Liang to want the human world and also want to be separated from Huaian."
The emperor turned back and looked quietly at the long street.
There may be some hesitant elders walking sadly on the streets.
"Between the goddess and your majesty, you must choose one."
Han Chan stood up on top of the wall, drank wine along the city wall, and walked quietly downwards.
"I chose Your Majesty, you can choose the goddess."
Han Chan looked back at Ning Jing.
"I don't mind if you, Zuo Shifu, record such things."
Jing Jing looked at Han Chan's back silently, and he did not ask the King of Chu when he started to choose.
Perhaps this was Han Chan's choice from the beginning.
Otherwise, there would be no such thing as Wu Jia rushing north in March.
Many choices are, of course, absurd.
It just shows that such an emperor is sober.
He clearly realized that Huang Liang had no strength and could survive between the goddess and Huaian.
Many of the things Han Chan said were so shocking that Ning Jing even forgot about such a young boy, Zhao Gaoxing.
Perhaps as Han Chan asked, these two young men who had only stayed in the Sword Academy for about ten days did not have such a deep friendship.
It was just that the current situation was turbulent, so the two subconsciously hugged each other for warmth.
...
Lord Ling Yin, who had already returned home, received another summons from the King of Chu in the afternoon.
Although the old man was puzzled, he changed into Ling Yin's clothes and hurried towards the palace.
As soon as he entered the palace, Ling Yin discovered that not only himself, but also Yuyue Yin, the Sima of the left and right, and even Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan of Xuanxuyuan were all in the palace.
And Han Chan sat there quietly.
Ling Yin suddenly had some not-so-good ideas in his mind. After a moment of silence, he walked into the palace and saluted.
"I have met the king."
"Ling Yinqing."
Ling Yin, who was standing bowed in the hall, suddenly heard Han Chan sitting there speaking very calmly.
"What's the matter, Your Majesty?"
Ling Yin looked up at Han Chan sitting on the palace platform and asked softly.
Han Chan looked at Ling Yin quietly for a long time, and then his eyes fell outside the main hall. Perhaps he was looking at the human world, or perhaps he was looking at the sword left behind by the Lingtai Sword that disappeared outside the King of Chu's Palace at an unknown time. mark.
After a long time, the sword cultivator in white imperial robes slowly said: "The demons in the world are pending, so Huang Liang cannot hesitate. As the saying goes, to fight against the outside world, you must first calm down the inside, and first pacify the monster tribe in the south, so... What does Yin Qing think?"
The old man stood in the hall for a long time, looking slightly sideways at Liu Chunfeng and Qi Jingyuan who were silent in the hall, then lowered his head, sighed, and said slowly: "It should be so."
The sword cultivator from Liuyun Sword Sect sat there, smiled softly, and said, "In that case, then Master Zuo Sima."
"I'm here."
"Give the order to Nan Yi."
"I...obey your order."
The story in such a hall has no twists and turns.
When Xuanxuyuan also remained silent, many things were naturally not decided by these elders.
People came and went in a hurry.
Qi Jingyuan did not leave. He stood in the palace and looked at the emperor sitting on the seat. He said softly: "If the troops from the north withdraw, will the king not worry that something unexpected will happen?"
Hanchan naturally understood the meaning of Qi Jingyuan's words, and said calmly: "I believe Master Ling Yin and others can still distinguish clearly between demon affairs and human affairs."
The Huaian people and the Huangliang people are, after all, just human beings.
But those demon clans who are in chaos because of the emptiness inside Huangliang may not be the same.
Especially those monsters, many of whom are big monsters from the Youhuang Mountains and have never wanted to think of themselves as ordinary people.
"not to mention."
Han Chan stood up and walked out of the hall calmly, standing there looking at the long steps outside the hall that were baptized by wind and blood that day.
"If you win again, there will be no difference from losing."
Qi Jingyuan looked at the figure in silence, although he was not holding a sword, but everyone had to admit that this was a sword cultivator from the Liuyun Sword Sect.
Han Chan was certainly right.
The original chaos in False Capital was naturally intended to separate the human world from the hands of the goddess.
Therefore, even if Huangliang rebels again, it will prove that the original choice of Xuanxuyuan was wrong.
Ling Yin may have suddenly figured out these things, so he didn't say anything more until the end.
Qi Jingyuan has been looking at Han Chan for a long time, and suddenly he can't remember what the person who ascended the throne of Huangliang Chu King looked like on that windy and snowy night.
"The king has already thought about it, how will Huang Liang go now?"
Han Chan looked at the world calmly and said calmly: "Cong Ren's death and the rebellion in Xuansheyuan are things that you and I cannot possibly guess. How do I know what will happen to the world today?"
The sword cultivator turned to look at Qi Jingyuan and said softly: "Everything just goes with the flow."
Qi Jingyuan sighed softly.
After all, this is a sword cultivator from Huang Liang Jianyuan.
People on both sides of Daze naturally have different thoughts.
After a long time, Qi Jingyuan said softly: "Has the King ever thought about a question?"
Han Chan said calmly: "What's the problem?"
Qi Jingyuan walked to the door of the main hall and looked up to the southwest of the world. Maybe he could see the River Styx, maybe he couldn't.
Such a Jianyuan sword cultivator said softly: "What if the goddess wins the world?"
Han Chan said calmly: "If the goddess is better than Huaian, then everything will be in vain. But that is not something you and I can decide or speculate on. No matter how much we say, it will naturally be just nonsense."
Qi Jingyuan said nothing more, saluted and left.
"gentlemen."
When Mr. Xuanxuyuan Swordsman walked up the steps of His Highnesses, he heard a title that he had not heard for a long time.
The young-looking Qi Jingyuan paused on the steps for a long time with his sword behind his back, and then slowly turned back.
Such a sword cultivator stood in the main hall with a slight smile.
Qi Jingyuan suddenly remembered that such a sword cultivator smiled like this before helping him put on such a white cloak in Xuanxuyuan.
So it’s not actually that Han Chan on a snowy night couldn’t remember.
It's just that for many things, they were wishful thinking from beginning to end.
Of course, Han Chan has always been such a Han Chan who was thinking about twenty thousand words.
Qi Jingyuan sighed, turned around and left without looking back.
.....
“First intention is easy to find, but always hard to find.”
Liu Sanyue stopped quietly on the stone bridge of Liuhe River in the false capital. This Taoist who left Chuwang Palace early and wandered with Liu Chunfeng ended up here again for some unknown reason.
Liu Chunfeng naturally knew that an ugly person was trapped in such a place, but at that time not even Zhang Xiaoyu knew that this person was Liu Sanyue, let alone the person from Xuanxuyuan.
Liu Chunfeng didn't know why Liu Sanyue suddenly came here, nor why he said such a sentence, so he just watched the river slowly flowing away, and the willow branches on both sides swayed soothingly.
However, Liu Sanyue said in amazement: "When I was here, I once told Senior Brother Hanchan that if nothing can be forced, please return such a piece of land to His Majesty Kamigawa in the future."
The ugly Taoist sighed and said, "Even I thought that he had forgotten many things, but I never thought that he actually remembered them better than anyone else."
Liu Chunfeng didn't say anything, just looked at the river with sadness.
Some of the stories are naturally gratifying to Liu Sanyue, but for such a Taoist from Huangliangxuanxuyuan, there is naturally a huge gap.
After a long time, the Taoist said softly: "Actually, I don't quite understand how your Majesty made you so pious."
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while, and then said softly: "I know you Huangliang people like to talk about piety. After living here for a long time, I will often say words like piety, but sometimes in the world, piety may not necessarily be necessary."
Liu Chunfeng said softly: "It's not piety, is it love?"
Liu Sanyue lowered his head and smiled softly.
"why not?"
"The world is so good, why do we need to separate it? Why does it have to be bloody when the snow is so quiet? I can get up today and happily carry a hoe to weed my vegetable garden. Why should I put the hoe away? What about changing to weapons?"
Liu Chunfeng said softly: "Of course everything is unnecessary."
"Yes." Liu Sanyue said softly, "We may indeed be unable to prevent some changes in the general trend of the world, but we should not let the general trend involve us."
"Everything is easier said than done." Liu Chunfeng said slowly.
“It’s easy to tell but hard to do, so why not do it?”
Liu Chunfeng was silent for a long time and said softly: "Yinyue Yin is naturally possible, but Xuanxuyuan is not."
Such an arm bone cannot be let go easily.
After all, in the thousands of years of human history, there has never been a case where digging up the graves of people's ancestors has been praised.
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while, looked at Liu Chunfeng and said, "So you are leaving Huangliang."
Liu Chunfeng said calmly: "Yes. The Huangliang incident is irreversible and there is no need to undo it, so I naturally have no need to stay in Kyoto...the fake capital. As far as the human world is concerned, I naturally have no objection to His Majesty. The reason. It’s just that as a person in the courtyard, there are some things that cannot be tolerated.”
Liu Sanyue stood there quietly, then sighed softly and said: "There is no way for Yueyue to excuse His Majesty's actions. Perhaps as mentioned before, His Majesty is not a saint. Saints can still be criticized, let alone the world?"
Any kind of words can naturally have different interpretations in different stories.
Liu Chunfeng just stood quietly in the wind of the willow stone bridge.
It’s not a spring breeze, and it doesn’t have to be a spring breeze.
Not only teenagers can do many things.
Liu Sanyue looked at Dean Chunfeng aside for a long time, and then asked, "Where is Mr. Qi Jingyuan?"
Liu Chunfeng thought for a while and said, "Maybe he will return to Jianyuan. Of course, there are some things that have to be chosen. Although he is a teacher in the courtyard, he is not a student in the courtyard. Jianyuan is his teacher. The land. The demon tribes from the north and south gathered in Jianyuan. If it weren’t for the fact that such a sword cultivator was needed, he would have returned to Jianyuan long ago.”
Liu Chunfeng said, but he sighed and said: "Now that things have happened, I have to suspect that the king continued to pour all the power of Huangliang into the battlefield north of Daze just to let those The demon clan that once left the Youhuang Mountains and hid in the human world had the opportunity to take advantage of it and was exposed to the human world."
Liu Sanyue was silent for a while, and then said softly: "Young Sanyue also doesn't know about this."
After all, Liu Sanyue is still Liu Sanyue, not Hanchan.
Naturally, it is impossible for this Taoist to know everything about what the sword cultivator who was once alone in that deep palace after the bloody storm was thinking.
Liu Chunfeng just mentioned such a thing casually, and then said softly: "But these are actually not important anymore."
Liu Sanyue said softly: "The important thing is that it is impossible for Xuanxuyuan to defeat Your Majesty."
Liu Chunfeng smiled slightly and looked at the sharp Qingtian Taoist beside him, and said slowly: "So in fact, Xuanxuyuan can also be said to use the Death Sword Technique."
Going north is naturally like going to death.
Liu Sanyue said nothing more, hunched over and coughed softly, turned and left.
He probably caught a cold and felt sore all over, and he had enough words and no longer wanted to talk nonsense, so he left without looking back.
