I don’t know who said it in the previous life - loyalty is just because the bargaining chips of betrayal are not enough.
If we change it to a more familiar saying, it would be "There are no eternal friends and enemies, only eternal interests."
Therefore, Wei Changtian never thinks that anyone is 100% trustworthy.
After all, even Ning Wenyu, who had taken the Puppet Pill, would betray himself and eventually explode and die.
What about everyone else?
Who can guarantee that nothing will go wrong for everyone?
People are complex.
People are constantly changing.
Therefore, Wei Changtian never used the stereotype in "The Peak of Martial Arts" to make a final conclusion on anyone.
In the original work, Chu Xianping did not rebel, but it does not mean that he will not rebel.
As for whether he has really turned against him now...
To be honest, Wei Changtian doesn't know yet.
Because he hasn't figured out why Chu Xianping is so eager to continue this war.
In other words, what benefits can Chu Xianping get from this?
He still hasn't found the answer to this question.
But this does not hinder his next actions.
Regarding Chu Xianping’s actions...
"Brother Chu, I never thought that you and I would reach this point."
Looking at the candle that was almost extinguished, Wei Changtian sighed sadly.
What he said to Yang Liushi just now was true.
No matter what, he didn't want Chu Xianping to really stand against him one day.
It's just that "hope" and "reality" are always two different things.
The sky can be measured, the earth can be measured, but the human heart cannot be guarded against.
So I had to make plans early.
well......
When there was no such thing as rights before, I always felt that the more the better.
But now that I have truly become the person in power, I realize that every step is like walking on thin ice.
Overt guns and hidden arrows, intrigues and intrigues.
The moment Wei Changtian began to doubt Chu Xianping, no matter what the final result was, he knew that he had changed.
In fact, he doesn't want to be cautious, and he has to think carefully about everything he does.
But what can be done about this...
"..."
"Boom, boom, boom, boom..."
"It's the fourth watch of the ugly hour. It's freezing cold, cloudless and windless..."
Outside the window, there was a faint and feeble sound.
The watchman in a raincoat carried a lantern in one hand and kept beating the bamboo clasp on his chest with a wooden stick in one hand, walking through the alleys like a wandering ghost.
Jinju City was silent in the middle of the night, except for the stars in the night sky that flickered brightly and dimly.
The building is full of frost and the moon is so far away.
The only son of the Wei family who was once "fancy clothes and angry horses," the only son of the Wei family, the naughty man who dared to lead people to surround the prime minister's house on a rainy night, and cut off the head of a country's prime minister with one knife, is no longer seen.
At this moment, when Wei Changtian listened to the update outside the window and looked at the secret messages stacked on the table in front of him, he suddenly felt nostalgic for the days before time travel.
He misses the young man who only studied and took exams in his life, and misses the social beast who was tired of running around to make a living.
In fact, he misses the era that was full of meaningless short videos, countless celebrity scandals, and endless trash TV series, when people no longer needed to think about the era of entertainment to death.
It's a pity that all of this can't be returned.
To this day, Wei Changtian believes that he has achieved what most time-travelers dream of doing.
But he also lost a lot.
Among all the people and things that have been lost, what Wei Changtian misses the most at this moment is his former self.
"call!"
With a gentle wave of his hand, the last candle in the room was extinguished.
Walking out of the room, passing through the verandah of the inn, and walking into another room lit by candlelight.
Looking at the woman sitting at the table with a worried look on her face, Wei Changtian smiled and asked casually:
"What? Are you still thinking about Chu Xianping?"
"No......"
Yang Liushi shook her head, bit her lip and replied softly: "Master, the slave family is worried about you."
"What are you worried about me for?"
Wei Changtian took off his robe, walked to the table and took a sip of tea: "The situation is still unclear, so Chu Xianping may not be the real rebel."
"To take a step back, even if he really rebels, since I have noticed it for a long time, can I still let him..."
"Son."
Looking at Wei Changtian, Yang Liushi suddenly interrupted in a low voice: "The Nu family is not worried about this."
"Huh? Then what are you worried about?"
"The slave family..."
Yang Liushi stood up and walked to Wei Changtian. She seemed to have a lot to say, but after hesitating for a long time, she just raised her head and asked softly:
"Sir, are you tired?"
"..."
There was a movement on his hand, and Wei Changtian's expression was obviously stunned.
Because it is obvious that the "tiredness" referred to in Yangliu's poem is not physical exhaustion.
Wei Changtian didn't know how Yang Liushi could tell his current mood, but when he saw the latter's extremely distressed eyes, he suddenly felt that this scene was somewhat familiar.
"Son, are you tired from studying? You have to balance work and rest. Mom heard that there are many clubs in the university. You have to..."
"Son, are you tired from work? It's a good thing for young people to be busy, but you also have to pay attention to your health..."
"Son, look at your circle of friends, why did you work overtime so late yesterday? Your dad asked me to tell you, go for a run more often when you have time, and stay up less late..."
"Son, if you are short of money, just tell your mother, don't exhaust yourself just because of a little money..."
"Son, if you feel really tired, just go back to your hometown..."
"..."
The hand holding the tea cup trembled slightly, and Wei Changtian felt some moisture in his eyes for the first time since time travel.
But he soon returned to normal, just smiled and waved his hands, and under Yang Liushi's gaze, he said the answer he had said countless times.
"Do not worry."
"I'm fine."
...
...
...
The next morning.
The rising sun has not yet fully risen, and the eastern sky is only slightly stained with red clouds.
The morning bells of various temples rang one after another, mixed with the loud crowing of cocks, penetrating the morning fog and echoing over Jinzhou City.
Last night was the fourth time that Wei Changtian failed to enter the dream path while sleeping since he traveled through time.
And because of this, he got up a little later this morning.
"Um?"
Opening his eyes drowsily, he looked at Yang Liushi who was sitting in front of the bronze mirror combing her hair. Wei Changtian yawned and asked:
"Ha~ why didn't you call me?"
"Keke, it's not that I feel sorry for you, sir, and I want you to sleep a little longer."
Yang Liushi returned to the way she was during the day yesterday, with a very brisk tone.
Wei Changtian knew that she was deliberately not wanting to cause trouble for him, so he smiled, got out of bed and got dressed.
"To be honest, it doesn't make any difference whether you comb your hair or not."
Walking behind Yang Liushi, he joked with a smile, and then asked, "Do you need me to help you?"
"Well?"
Yang Liushi turned back with surprise in her eyes: "Master, do you want to help me comb my hair?"
"nonsense"
Wei Changtian curled his lips: "Otherwise, what else could we do?"
"Humph, Master, you are just a thin-skinned person."
Yang Liushi pretended to be dissatisfied and snorted: "It's obviously a good thing, but you have to look impatient..."
"Huh? Didn't you say I was thick-skinned yesterday?"
“Isn’t it okay to be thick sometimes and thin sometimes!”
"Okay, okay, I can't tell you...do you want me to help you?"
"want!"
Yang Liushi thrust the wooden comb into Wei Changtian's hand angrily. Yang Liushi's voice was loud, but his expression was obviously looking forward to it.
Wei Changtian stopped arguing with her, raised his comb and prepared to "strike".
But just then...
"Dong dong dong!"
"Master!"
"Master Chu, please see me!"
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