Chapter 741

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Yang Qinyan, the eldest princess of the Sui Dynasty, peeked at the two people in the carriage from time to time and listened carefully to the tune hummed by the old man outside. Although the people in the carriage were still silent as usual, the white eyed young woman took a nap with a bamboo basket, and the young scholar read with her head down. No one paid attention to her, but her eyes were full of tears. She wanted to cry, not because the minor was sad, nor because no one paid attention to her.

Not because she felt a little pathetic, but because she saw hope.

She told herself that I did it right.

If she stays in Changchun Garden, she can't even count a bird raised in a cage. She just thinks she is a pig raised in a circle by others, waiting for people to drink blood and eat meat when she gets fatter and fatter. It seems that her fate has doomed her to be the next after Prince Yi Yang Yin was drained of blood and the little emperor poisoned himself with grief and anger.

No, not so close.

Perhaps her fate was doomed at the moment when Yang Jian slaughtered meritorious officials in his later years after the founding of the Sui Dynasty, and WAN Xingchen, the old Dean, entered the imperial study. It's not just her? Which of the sons and grandchildren of the Yang family is not so?

But she escaped and fled the Chang'an city where the Yang family vowed not to abandon even if they died. Over the past 200 years, the Yang family have gradually developed a deep-rooted understanding. Chang'an city is home and Chang'an city is the great Sui Dynasty. Since the founding of the great Sui Dynasty, there has never been a time when there was no Yang family in Chang'an city.

Now, this time has come.

Although Yang Qinyan thought it was a kind of sadness, she also knew it was a kind of hope. She left the city, not to escape, but to recapture it.

"Thank you!"

She suddenly said two words, and the tears in the corners of her eyes still couldn't help flowing down.

The white eyed young woman looked at her and smiled gently at her for the first time: "if you want to cry, cry. Maybe someone will say that crying is not a strong behavior. Maybe someone will say that crying has no real meaning to solve anything. Maybe someone says that crying is the most helpless embodiment... But since talent gives people the right to cry when they are sad, why not cry."

This sentence completely released Yang Qinyan's heart. Her tears slid down her cheeks like a stream, and the traces of tears on her face that had not been washed for several days were engraved with sadness. She was the eldest princess of the Sui Dynasty. After the death of the little emperor, she bore the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the Yang family. But she was just an ordinary girl. There was no word like bloody killing associated with her in the previous 20 years of her life.

The young scholar looked at her but didn't speak. He seemed to have no reaction to the woman's tears.

"I will pass Ningcheng in the afternoon..."

He closed the book, remained silent for a moment and said: "If there is no accident, the city gate has been closed, so we can only go around. If we can't find food today, you will be hungry. Therefore, although God has given people the right to cry, no one can stop it at will. But I still want to tell you that if there are interceptions before and pursuers after, we may bypass all populated places Fang, it means that you may face a life of starvation for three or five days all the way to Yongzhou. It's right to cry, but crying consumes water and physical strength... So if it's me, I'll put away my emotion and close my eyes to sleep. "

Yang Qinyan was slightly stunned, and then raised his hand to wipe away his tears.

The white eyed young woman looked at the scholar and asked, "have you been thinking rationally since you were young?"

"Shouldn't you keep your head when thinking?"

"Yes, but sometimes it's too rational..."

The white eyed young woman didn't say anything behind. She finally understood the difference between the young man in front of her and Fang Xie. Fang Xie seemed more calm than anyone most of the time, but he was more irrational than anyone when something touched his heart.

If he's rational, he won't take a tit for tat with the young man in front of him when he enters the martial arts academy.

If he is sensible, he will not give such a disgusting joke to his royal highness in the prison of the inner guard.

If he is rational, he will not block in front of other students when facing the wonderful monk chenya in the north mountain of Chang'an City and scold him back and go away.

But think about it, it seems that just because that guy is like this, there are a group of people who sometimes don't know why. For example, a Shen Qing fan who angrily kills into the martial arts field, for example, he came all the way back from the northwest to see his Mu Xiaoyao, for example, Wu Yidao, who abandoned the Yang family and went to find a person with unstable foundation.

The white eyed young woman didn't know that Fang Xie was surrounded by an irrational Mongolian Yuan grand master, an irrational Taoist genius, Taoist Zun, an irrational woman with 128 air holes open, an irrational Princess of northern Liao, Wan Yan Yunshu... Many, many irrational people.

Maybe these are two attitudes.

The young scholar avoided the world with a kind of reason, while the guy used an irrational way to

The white eyed young woman didn't find the right word, but a word came out involuntarily, but the word was too shocking, too incredible and unreasonable, so she immediately pressed the word down. Although she thought that guy was a wonderful person, she didn't reach that high level.

In her cognition, only two people deserve the word. Even the king of Da lunming who stole the Millennium reincarnation is not on her list.

One is sangluan, the other is Wanxing.

She is a harsh person, even her admiration for her heart. She has always believed that compared with sangluan and Wanxing, what is worse may not be the realm, but something else. The king of the great wheel Ming can live for thousands of years, which is certainly better than sang Luan and WAN Xingchen, but in her opinion, the king of the great wheel Ming is inferior.

The word is... Creation.

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Jiangnan

Tonggu Academy

Several people in iron armor have been pacing back and forth outside, with anxious faces. A little further away, thousands of iron cavalry are waiting. The generals had been in Tonggu Academy for a long time, but they were blocked by the old gatekeeper who looked kind but full of gloomy breath.

"We ask to see the little prince!"

A general said angrily: "Even if the little prince can't be bothered in the Academy, the military situation is urgent now. If we don't see the little prince again, hundreds of thousands of troops may face a crisis. The Academy values the little prince, and we are happy, but is the Academy willing to watch hundreds of thousands of people and horses lose? If the people and horses under the little prince lose, the first barrier in the south of the Yangtze River will be destroyed No more. "

His face was so bad that he looked as if he had just recovered from a serious illness.

"We don't need to say anything around the corner. The little prince is willing to put hundreds of thousands of Yong soldiers on the South Bank of the Yangtze River to be the first dam in the south of the Yangtze River. If the dam collapses, it may not be a good thing for Tonggu academy?"

"General Ye"

Li Qingfeng, an old man who would rather be a doorman than a dean, smiled at general Yong Jun in front of him and said: "What you said is reasonable. Even I, the gatekeeper, know that it's all pertinent. But you're wrong... I never stopped you from taking you to the Little Wang Ye, nor did I say that the Academy doesn't allow you to see the Little Wang Ye. We've been a family since the little Wang Ye knelt down at the gate of the Academy."

"But it's not that I forbid you to see him today, but that he said he can't see you for the time being."

"Why can't the little prince see us?"

Ye Jinnan's face was not good: "if you can't give a statement, we have reason to doubt whether the little prince was under house arrest."

"House arrest?"

Li Qingfeng couldn't help laughing: "you don't know... How happy the little prince is in the Academy. I found him the best teacher for him. How harmonious and happy they get along with each other. It's a thing of the same root. They are the same people in their bones..."

He didn't say the word Yin and ruthless, but he knew Ye Jinnan and they all understood.

"Wait a little longer. The little prince is closing the tower. I guess he will come out today."

Li Qingfeng smiled strangely. The smile made people shudder. It was as if he knew something terrible was going to happen, but he would never stop or intervene. He just watched it happen. Ye Jinnan suddenly felt a little nervous looking at the smile on this face.

"Don't worry..."

Li Qingfeng smiled and said: "Since I opened the door to let the little prince in, I wouldn't have trapped him and wouldn't let him go out. The reason why I promised to let him practice in the Academy was that it was good for both you and me. What you just said was right. Hundreds of thousands of elite Yong troops are the first barrier in the south of the Yangtze River. How can we not pay attention to it? I know that man has led troops, but don't worry, Tonggu Academy After so long preparation, how could there be no action against him? "

"What action?"

Ye Jinnan hurriedly asked.

"Wait."

Li Qingfeng didn't continue the topic: "if you are tired, you can sit in the yard."

With these words, he turned and entered the porter.

Ye Jinnan's face changed constantly, turned and walked back: "wait another hour. If the little prince hasn't come out after an hour, even if the people and horses he brought are dead, we should step on the Academy with horseshoes!"

"Here!"

Several generals behind him nodded, but they all shook in their hearts.

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Broken tower

The tower door is tightly closed

A few hundred meters away from the broken tower, there is a raised boulder on the cliff. On the boulder, there is a low table with 19 vertical and horizontal chessboards. A young man in a white long shirt looks at the chessboard, frowning slightly, as if he is thinking about how to break the game. He looks about 20 or so years old, with beautiful eyebrows, peach blossom face, narrow eyes, and long and straight eyelashes Cocky.

The hand holding the chess piece is clean and slender, white and weak. The tail finger is cocked up like an orchid, and the wrist is as weak as a willow branch.

No matter how you look at it, he should be a beautiful woman.

But he's not

Sitting opposite him was Li Qingfeng, the old gatekeeper of Tonggu Academy. After sending Ye Jinnan and others away, he came to the mountain behind the broken tower to play chess with the young man. Both of them fell quickly at the beginning. After less than half an hour, they had to think about every word for a long time.

Li Qingfeng, who had the upper hand, looked back at the thousands of cavalry outside the mountain gate and couldn't help smiling: "Ye Jinnan is a natural battlefield man and a good chess piece."

"What about the one inside?"

The man in White asked, but his eyes were fixed on the chessboard.

"Aren't there two in it?"

Li Qingfeng smiled.

"Two?"

The man in white picked at the corner of his mouth: "since you let Luo Tu into the broken tower and saw Zhan Zhetian, only one person can come out of the tower. Don't you know that?"

Li Qingfeng seemed very happy, and his eyes laughed into a line: "it's very boring. Why don't you make a bet?"

"What are you betting on?"

"Who comes out?"

The man in white dropped his chess piece and looked at the broken Tower: "don't bet."

"Eh?"

Li Qingfeng couldn't help but be surprised: "so fast? I underestimated him."

The door of the broken tower was pushed open with a squeak. No one came out, but it seemed that an invisible downhill tiger jumped out of it, with a cold and cruel anger.