The Human Emperor

However, unlike Grandpa, Wang Zhengshen felt a deep dark, closed power on Su Zhengshen.

The person in front of you seems to be completely confined to your world, isolated from the whole world, unwilling to talk to people, unwilling to deal with people, unwilling to interact and interact with others in any way.

Even myself, the connection between him, is just the golden board in front of me.

No more intersections, no more intersections!

Looking at the Great Tang God of War in front of him, Wang has a deep empathy and sympathy in his heart. Wang Chong is not a stranger to this situation.

In my last life, when I lost everything, when I had nothing, I was in this state. Life is no longer in love, and the only reason to live is simply to accomplish a goal and mission that life has entrusted to you.

“... so should Su Zhengshen. ”

Wang Zheng secretly said in his heart that he remembered what happened to this old man. Su Zhengshen lost his son in the early years, died in the later years, and all his loved ones in life have died, leaving him alone.

Isn't this exactly what I was?

The only difference is that I was reincarnated and had an opportunity to change my destiny and reunite with my family.

Unlike Su Zhengshen, he now, perhaps just to select a suitable heir and pass on his "Gods and Demons Destruction Technique".

Or, as Datang's military god, carry out his mission, silently and lonely to defend this kingdom until death!

--Despite the fact that Emperor Taizong, to whom he had served, left Golden Book and Iron Vouchers, forbade the successor of Datang from reusing this Datang Army god, forbade him from leading again, and forbade him from having any connection with the army!

Thinking of this, Wang's heart became more and more determined, in any case, to change the fate of this old man, let him out of the closed, happy life, do not let the tragedy of previous life repeat, die in solitude and loneliness.

“Old man, winning or losing is a common matter for soldiers. Otherwise, let's go back to the next round. ”

Wang Conflict laughed with a smile.

Su Zhengshen raised his head and flashed a surprising look in his eyes. It seemed that Wang Chong and just now had a strange attitude. But he nodded instead of objecting.

The pieces on the golden board quickly swept past and the two sat opposite each other, restarting a game of chess. Unlike before, this is no longer the next one of the day.

Instead, the two of them face to face complete the next game of chess.

Su Zhengshen had intended to pick his heirs through a "chess game", but Wang Chong's realm clearly went far beyond this level.

Even Su Zhengshen couldn't get to him.

Da-da! Dah!

Quietly near the square, the wind gushed, the huge crown of the acacia tree trembled, a piece of leaves fell from above, fell over the chessboard, and floated beside the two.

Su Zhengshen spoke very little and did not love to speak much. Ever since he promised Wang Shong, he sat on his back, his waist bar was straight, like a long gun stuck there, meticulously, it was the steel bone style of a soldier.

Wang Chong is no worse than Su Zhengshen. In his previous life, he was also the Great Marshal of the Soldiers and Horses.

However, Wang Chung will converge for many moments without intentionally revealing himself. In addition, this 15-year-old body now has a slight modus operandi, which also makes it difficult for Wang Zhong to put up any military and horse marshal.

Wang Chong even deliberately slowed down and relaxed his body, not making the atmosphere so tense, but treating it like a normal pair.

Su Zhengshen's military magic is undoubtedly very high, but unfortunately what he encountered was Wang Chong, the future title of the greatest “soldier holy” in the history of the whole continent!

The two men controlled their respective soldiers and horses to catch and kill each other in a staggered chess game. Su Zhengchen's army was already very powerful. Unfortunately, in front of Wang Chong's army, the trident sank continuously.

Su Zhengshen has fewer white children, but Wang Chong has more black children. Even though Su Zhengshen did his best, in the end Wang Chong always had a new network interwoven there, waiting for him.

Unconsciously, Su Zhengshen faced his previous predicament.

The whole board had no place to lose him, and Su Zhengshen was once again caught in the "underneath" of the four-sided Chu song.

The wind sand sounded, slowly blowing past, Su Zhengshen pinched the white son, thick white eyebrows raised, facing the chessboard, and again fell into the same silence as before.

Around quietly, Wang Chung smiled and did not rush. He watched the overall occupation of the chess game and waited silently for Su Zhengshen's choice.

“Again! ”

After a long time, Su Zhengshen finally put down his chess pieces and said two words. This was the first time he spoke voluntarily, reopened the game, and then shut his lips and said nothing.

“Okay!”

Wang chuckled and didn't say much. Put away the chess pieces and start again. The two men were on a chessboard with a golden iron horse and a bloody sandbox.

Unconsciously, the sun slanted west and the haunted acacia completely darkened.

“Master, it's too late, let's go back first. Another day. ”

Suddenly, after the acacia tree, an old man with ordinary black hair suddenly circled out, bowed his body, raised his head, looked at Su Zhengshen and looked at the worried look on his face.

Looking at this thin old man, Wang Zhong felt like he had been pinched, his pupils shrunk, his torso moved a little, his heart excited, almost shouted out.

Meet the deceased!

This man Wang Chong recognized, his name is Fang Hong. An old servant of the Soviet Empire. Originally a child of an old servant of the Soviet province, he grew up in the Soviet province.

After Su Zhengshen lost his grandson, most of the Su family's maids and daughters were separated. Only this loyal old servant stayed and served Su Zhengshen until his death.

Wang Chong knew him more importantly because about Su Zhengshen, it was the old servant who told himself in the future.

However, Wang Chong quickly reacted. Although he recognized Fang Hong, the old servant did not necessarily recognize himself.

“Elderly! ”

Wang Chung shouted and quickly calmed down, pretending that nothing had happened.

Fang Hung in front of him was much younger than Wang Chung when he met him, and his hair was still black. He was not as gray and pale as he would have been in the next life.

And unlike future generations who lost their masters and immersed themselves forever in grief, Fanghong is still the one who is loyal, has his own heart bone, and has his own living value.

This makes Wang Chong, who knows him, happy for him.

At least that tragedy hasn't happened yet.

“Old man, it's late, I have to go back too, why don't we fight tomorrow? ”

Wang Chung looked at Su Zhengshen and smiled.

Wang Chong also remembered something when he was reminded by Fang Hong. There is a rule for Su Zhengshen to go out. Whether it is playing chess or doing anything else, make sure to rush back to the Soviet government before dark.

Otherwise, if the patrolled Prohibited Army finds out, returning to the palace will probably trigger many more wind waves.

Su Zhengshen was unwilling to pay attention to himself in the palace. As long as the one in the palace noticed himself, it would be tantamount to the Minister of Manchukuo and the whole world noticed himself.

Over the years, since Emperor Taizong, Su Zhengshen has become accustomed to low profile. That's how he always comes.

This has become a subconscious habit of his.

Although Wang Chong did not agree with his habit, it was only today that we met for the first time, and the time was short. Even if he wanted to change this habit, he had to wait until later.

Su Zhengshen looked at Wang Chong and said nothing. Finally, he looked at the chessboard again. He saw that Baiko had been killed 708 times on a crossed chessboard.

This round, he lost again.

Tang Datang military god, crossed the sandbox, but lost to a teenager in front of him, saying it was incredible.

But this is what is really happening.

Wang Chong's phrase "Fight again tomorrow” was perfect, leaving him a face.

deeply looked at Wang Chong, Su Zhengshen finally stood up from the ground.

“Fang Hung, let's go. ”

After saying this, Su Zhengshen gently brushed his sleeve, turned around and slowly left.

Looking at the back of Su Zhengshen's departure, Wang laughed and got up and left.

……

“Three feet of ice, not in a single day”, trying to get a person with a closed heart to open their heart slowly, facing the world is not an easy thing.

Wang Chong wanted to change Su Zhengshen and let him come out of that shady, closed Soviet palace. Nor could he have done it overnight.

But there's always a first step, a little drip, and there's always a lot less gathering.

So the next day, Wang Chong still went to the meeting.

Under a giant acacia tree, a golden chessboard rests, behind a chessboard, a familiar figure sits on his knees. Snowy white hair, black mono, stuck in the morning breeze, seemed to wait a long time.

“Good morning, Senior! ”

Wang grinned and touched him. He sat across from Su Zhengshen.

“Come on, come here! ”

Wang waved at the back. Soon, several guards responded, carrying a table table and putting it next to them. Another plate of peanuts and two fine pairs of chopsticks were placed on the table table table.

“What is this? ”

Su Zhengshen frowned and glanced at the table table next to him. He looked at Wang Chung across the street.

“Peanuts! ”

Wang chuckled hip-hop, a surprise look of "You don't even know peanuts”.

Su Zhengshen did not speak, but frowned deeper.

“Hahaha, Senpai, you mean this. Isn't it too monotonous just to play chess? Play chess and eat some peanuts. That's good. Here, this chopstick is for you. ”

Wang chuckled and said, as if “now” only understood what he meant.

The change all started with one drop at a time. In front of this old man, Wang Chong's only thought was to make him happy.

He is the military god of the Great Tang, who dedicated his life to this empire, to the whole of the Middle-earth Divine Continent, to the entire people of Lebanon.

Such a person deserves to be happy and deserves to be happy!

Too much the world owes him!

And he doesn't owe the world!

Wang Zheng wants to get it, but Wang Zheng wants this old man to live happily ever after!

A plate of peanuts is just the beginning!

Wang Chong believes that one day, this old man will walk out of the past, out of the shadows, and restore his original appearance!

The surrounding quiet, only acacia leaves and sand sounds.

Su Zhengshen looked at Wang Chong across the street and hesitated for a long time before finally accepting it.