He was thinking about how to coax the wolf cub. The palace man respectfully handed over a handkerchief: "wipe it, general."

"Thank you."

The palace man took a complex look at the proud and precious young general in front of him. The wound on his white forehead smashed by the tea cup was particularly dazzling. He really didn't know what Gu Jingxian thought. When he was in the most high spirits and infinite glory, he gave up his readily available reputation and rights and resigned.

He gave up everything so easily and even didn't hesitate to annoy the emperor.

No one would do that.

It's hard for the world to give up fame and wealth, and it's even harder for those in hand to give up.

He has lived in the palace for more than 20 years. He is also an old man. He has seen the stench of countless changes in power. Countless people struggle. When he comes to compromise, he sees Gu Jingxian for the first time.

After seeing Gu Jingxian to the gate of the palace, he saluted: "I hope the general will cherish it."

Gu Jingxian untied the purse tied around his waist and gave it to the palace man.

"The slave dare not accept it." the palace man whispered in fear.

"Take it." Gu Jingxian smiled lightly and didn't disdain the humble and dusty palace people in the imperial palace. His eyebrows and eyes were cold and peaceful in the sinking Twilight: "this may be my last time in the palace. It's all my heart."

"This..." the palace man knelt down and thanked him respectfully: "thank you, general Gu."

Gu Jingxian walked out of the Palace door. Leng Fen blew through the dark blue hem with floating clothes and straight back.

Candid.

In this world full of power and interests, it is rare to know the secular and different pollution.

And Gu Jingxian was thinking about how to explain to ranbai all the way back.

Not surprisingly,

When ranbai sees Gu Jingxian's injury on his forehead, his face is directly gloomy, and his eyes are also angry: "who smashed it?"

"It was my improper words that bumped into the son of heaven. It was just a small injury."

He proposed to leave at this time, which would certainly annoy the emperor. Gu Jingxian thought about it when he came and didn't care.

"You say another little injury." the child's tone was cold. Gu was surprised and envied by his success and didn't speak again.

Dye Bai applied medicine to the boy without saying a word. When she lowered her eyes, her eyelashes covered her deep eyes. In a few moments, she even thought about how to break Xi Jun in the future.

"It doesn't hurt."

The wolf cub picked up his chin and kissed it, gambling on Gu Jingxian's next words.

Ranbai is still the eldest daughter of the general's residence of the protector of the country. After leaving Donggu for a long time, if someone with a heart finds out that there is a fear of trouble, Gu Jingxian handles everything with the fastest speed, takes the children to play in Xijun, and leaves Xijun together.

Before leaving,

Ranbai went out in silence once in the evening. That night, Gu Jingxian heard the news that the emperor was assassinated in the imperial study, and his eyebrows jumped.

The imperial palace is heavily guarded. Children just go in and can't get out!

In the middle of the night, he turned the window and came back with blood on his body. His little face was a little pale, but his smile was loose and evil. "I helped you teach him a lesson. I'll call you back later."

If her people want to fight or kill, only she can move.

No one else.

"..." it was Gu's turn to look surprised and envious.

It's a long way to go.

It is the vast landscape facing the sun and moon.

All the following things developed according to the original track, but the variable of Gu Jingxian made ranbai feel even more frightened when she extended her claws and teeth to the battlefield.

Only a few years.

She went from being an orphan of a criminal minister to being below one person and above ten thousand people in Donggu. Her means were cruel and violent, and the world was afraid of it.

Southwest Wang has cooperated with ranbai for a long time, and he is more and more frightened. He doesn't know whether he should be glad of his cooperation with ranbai, but he always feels that the military division next to the general doesn't seem to be very friendly to him?

If the southwest king knew that the distinguished God of war had complained to Gu Jingxian about him, he might spit out blood angrily.

Sudden changes occurred in that winter.

It was extremely cold, windy and snowy.

Even on the day of the Lantern Festival, thousands of lights were lit, which still couldn't hide the cold breath from penetrating into the bones.

Every new year they met was spent together, and this time is no exception.

The capital is the most prosperous place in the world, especially on the Lantern Festival, every family laughs and lights are decorated. On the endless Chang'an Street, the bright moon and snow are reflected, the world is covered with silver, lights and shadows are spread all over the ground, and it is as prosperous as a long Dragon.

"What is general Gu thinking?" the general asked him carelessly in his long robe with wide sleeves. Half of his side face outlined a bright but dark shadow in the light and shadow.

Gu was surprised and envied. His long eyelashes trembled slightly. His eyebrows and eyes were cold and without waves: "nothing."

"You've been a little absent-minded recently." the little wolf licked his lower lip, which was red and cold.

"It's just a sigh that the war is over now and the world is prosperous." he said calmly and looked at the distance quietly.

In fact, he clearly remembers that he met that man in the last life.

On the battlefield.

It was such a winter.

Gu Jingxian's mind is getting chaotic recently. Somehow, an inexplicable uneasiness spreads in his heart with unspeakable emotions.

Dyed white hissed softly. She didn't know whether she believed it or not. Her fingertips were wrapped around Gu Jingxian's hair. The arc provoked by her thin lips was lazy: "what can I think of."

Gu Jingxian followed ranbai's words and said nothing.

Now she's by his side. It's no use thinking too much.

During the Lantern Festival, several lamp houses competed in the high, and glazed lights ran through the whole capital.

The enthusiastic cries of vendors can be heard everywhere. There are fireworks in the world.

"Look at the hairpin."

Familiar and strange words, kind and kind old people, red beans full of broken marks... Trance but extremely profound memories passed through the noise one after another, clearly fell in my ears, and the old pictures came like a tide.

Gu Jingxian's figure suddenly stiffened in place. He felt a cold look staring at him behind him. That kind of vision, passing through the crowd and the lights, almost makes people fall into the deep sea. It is extremely aggressive and can't be ignored. It only feels angry and doesn't touch the warmth of the lights.

Too familiar.

Once unforgettable.

I still dare not forget.

He didn't know how to turn around. His thoughts were completely blank. He couldn't say whether he was afraid or looking forward to anything. His back tightened into a string, looked back and looked up at the direction of his eyes.

At the foot of the emperor, Chang'an, Kyoto, coincides with the Lantern Festival. The night is like ink, the stars are like rain, and the prosperity is like a long dragon. The man was tall, with red robes and black hair. Standing in the dim light and shadow of half Ming and half ignorance, he had a proud and silent style, which was the most moving.

All the cold and calm surfaces burst open in an instant, were torn and crushed, and the brain exploded, setting off a storm! Once boasted of indifference and calmness, in an instant, in a look, it collapsed and collapsed into an army.

Gu Jingxian never thought about it.

Meet again.

Will be in such a time, a place, without warning.

Things make people.

He couldn't even react, so he looked at the figure not far away.

The man obviously saw him, too.

There were thousands of lights and thousands of trees and flowers behind the emperor, but she was not contaminated with secular fireworks. On the contrary, it was a cold and tyrannical aura that silently filled the air. The cold and violent factors ignited and crushed people's hearts inch by inch, making people feel that the air became thin and could not breathe, causing people around to retreat three feet and dare not approach.

The tone of the mute voice is too heavy and cold. It seems to have rubbed off the blade. It has a strange calm. People can't hear any emotion. It's not light or heavy. It teaches people to overcome the cold all over.

She said.

"Get over here."