I [Imperial] Am Not This Kind of Man

Returning to the main house, Qin Novo thought he would be insomniac, but he was dreaming overnight.

Until the next morning, Li Wan woke him up inside.

Get up in a hurry, wash up, and push the door open.

The snow has stopped, the bright sun shines on the soft and loose snow, and the mountains are filled with wild jade trees, so that the pure and clear view sweeps away the sorrow that Chino had last night.

Sure enough, the day is in the morning. What else to worry about on such a beautiful day?

Easy to eat too early, Chino came to the door.

Looking forward, the road down the mountain has been cleared overnight. Late last night, the North Army must have sent a lot of soldiers.

The whole process took place quietly and without shocking myself in my sleep. It was really thoughtful.

Huo Xiaojuan also finished washing and came out of the small courtyard. Looking at the clean mountain path, full of joy.

The two are about to go down the hill together. Suddenly a small group of people rushed up from below, and as they approached the top of the mountain, the people walked down. But for a moment, just before arriving in the small courtyard.

The leaders are Yao Xingxu and Yao Xingxu, with only seven or eight cavalry members.

Everyone knelt down to salute, Qin Noh was curious, this momentum could not have come to greet themselves. “Did you come to see Peeto? ”

A few people stood up and smiled back: “The Emperor is wise, he is the one who came to see Pei Tuo. ”

After a few people said it, Qin Noo only found out that they had been thrown into Changlong Guan Warehouse by Pei a few days ago. Although it was painful, they really learned something and even found out a cache hiding in the corrupt.

“According to the confession of the jailed maid, several munitions warehouses also had catty equipment. We're going to sneak in without the grass snake. If the facts are true, inspect them carefully and capture all the cavities on this corrupt path of greed.” Smiled and whispered.

The warehouse is right behind this mountain, so yesterday Pei Tao took the opportunity to remember his homeland and went up the mountain by himself. And a few of them came looking for his flag, just not to attract attention.

Qin Noh suddenly realized, no wonder there was only one person who saw Pei Tuo yesterday, and he didn't even bring his own personal guard.

Peito stood beside him, embarrassed to laugh: "I forgot to report to the Emperor yesterday. I'm ashamed. ”

His smile was bright and bright, like the rising of the sun.

For a moment, the clouds were scattered, and Qin Noh's mood was unconsciously clear.

It's also true that young people with a strong sense of virility can't have so much kung fu in their hearts.

They are all young and have countless brilliant ideals waiting for them to struggle to achieve. A future with infinite scenery, waiting for them to practice, with insight.

There's nothing young can't fight.

Qin Nool couldn't help but laugh: “The general is wise enough to ask you to go to the warehouse to check the accounts. There is a lot to be gained. I knew I would not interrupt your practice. ”

“Don't!” he shocked. “Without the grace of the Emperor, we may still be sitting in the warehouse and counting. It would be better to live than die. ”

A group of people laughed.

Said goodbye to them softly, watching Pei Tao and Yan Shuan rush back to the mountains with them.

Chino and Huo Xiaojuan smiled at each other and walked down the mountain side by side.

The mountain road built by the blue stone board twisted and the two of them walked all the way, Qin Noo couldn't help but tell the truth about the love story of the talented lady he heard yesterday.

I heard that the story I heard yesterday was that Peito's parents were prototypes. Huo Xiaojuan was surprised to see his mouth open to the shape of an O, which was absolutely adorable.

She couldn't help but exclaim: "The folk's interpretation of the story is hard to figure out. Now Pei Tao knows, we know, He family knows, but none of them will stay behind. After a hundred years, none of us know the truth. So what will this story look like in the future? These folk anecdotes, those historical records don't taste like that. Yesterday, the Emperor said that history is a little girl dressed as a human being, and that's true. ”

A kind of lukewarm oil.

And Chino thought further away.

On my own trip to Beishuo, the wind stirred the rain countless times. Although there will be no historical record on the bright side, there are actually many people who know this fact, not to mention the sergeants such as Pei Tao who followed me along the way, as well as the lords above the chapel, the high-ranking officers such as Cao Qi of the North Army, the guards of the Dividing Scale... who knows if their private record will leave a message?

Needless to say, there will definitely be. Especially with the urine of those literary ink customers, I definitely can't hold it!

But there is no way to publicly record something so intimidating, just to be afraid to flank and hint at the posterity with an obscure spring and autumn pen. After hundreds of years and thousands of years of these records, it is unclear how much will survive for future generations to study.

Well, future generations of historians, when they study this history, find out how to mess it up. Can it be divided into factions and turned into a feud? Qin Noh continues to wonder.

Orthodox factions that adhere to the record of authentic history, and those that speculate some truth, such as the belief that the spiritual daughter is the princess faction of Qin Qi, or that the emperor fell into the North, pretended to be Pang Hui, and fell in love with the spiritual daughter at first sight of the marriage faction... so confused. I cannot help but sympathize with those who seek the truth about history in future generations.

Unfortunately, in this day and age, we can't see for ourselves.

Perhaps his face was too tangled, Huo Xiujuan asked curiously: "What is the emperor worrying about? ”

“In distress, I really want to live another 500 years.” Qin Noh shouted heavenly.

Huo Xiaojuan shocked and glanced at him. "Five hundred years, that's not a monster! ”

“Ha ha,” Chino laughed, "500 years is not to be expected, but 50 years is fine. ”

He held Huo Xiaojuan's hand and stood shoulder to shoulder on the hillside, staring at the world of snowflake.

The hand of the stubborn son is old with the son, they still have plenty of time to watch the sunrise side by side and spring in winter.

Beyond this mountain range is the vast northern frontier; beyond the northern frontier, is the vast Zhoujiang Mountain; and beyond the Great Zhoujiang Mountain, there are further western regions, southern barbarism, Beishuo, Eastern Ocean…

The world is so wonderful, so good, so beautiful, so infinite, waiting for them to explore, to discover, to share.

From the chapel to the folk, from heaven to earth, there are many difficulties waiting for them to overcome, to change, to improve.

The next 50 years could be very busy and full 50 years.

Fortunately, however busy he may be, he is surrounded by loved ones, trusted people to accompany him, reliable people to help him... He is destined to create the world of the mountains, for the hundreds of millions of people in the world, and for those who love and love themselves deeply.

In the bright sun of the morning, Qin Noh has never been as eager for the future as he is now.

What are you waiting for?

The author has something to say: It's a big ending, take a day off tomorrow, start going into extra time the day after, there are four extra preliminary bookings, you can choose the subscription you are interested in.

1. Pei Bao's, mainly the one between Pei Bao and Le Tour. You know, basically everybody knows.

2. Fang Yuan, the story that Nanchen had to tell in those years.

3. Overall, this is a bit long and involves some of the branches of Nanchen's original deletion, including the male lead's passage through the beginning, as well as the secrets of martial arts. Choi may have more plays, Nan Chen has the most deletions. There is * * to the content, Choi Yu Chen Glass. Mind your own business.

4. The wild history thing you all asked for. ^_^