The round voice suddenly disappeared from his mind. Gu Bai only felt a strange feeling spread from his eyebrows to his internal organs. Shen's memory of the past ten years, frame by frame, scenes by scenes, whirled in his mind.
In a trance, it seems that he has experienced the same years.
After the fusion of the last scene, Gu Bai suddenly opened his eyes. At the moment, he was wearing a slightly old but clean black brocade, with a long eyebrow slanting, and a three-point cold. A pair of chestnut pupil will be a lot of sharp cut, that pair of beautiful eyes slightly pick up, but with a bit of casual lazy.
Obviously, it is the appearance of Shen Du, the sixth Prince of the Western Jin Dynasty.
The 13-year-old boy can already see his future brilliance. He stood, the wind blowing through the hem, suddenly hook lips smile, eyes in a flash of cold light.
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This year, Shen Du met Yun Zhao at a palace banquet.
The eldest son of general Yun, the elder of the three dynasties, was placed with high hopes since he was a child. He was thrown into the military camp and let himself grow up.
The boy was dressed in black and stood upright, like a long gun. His whole body exudes the bloody gas of a long battle, which makes his peers almost dare not approach him.
But Shen Du is different.
Shen Du's appearance is very good. His eyes are flowing, full of romantic. As a result, he has been ridiculed, saying that he is weaker than a woman.
Probably because of this, Shen Du wants to prove that he is not vulnerable. So he turned his eyes to Yun Zhao.
As long as we can win Yunzhao, no one will laugh at him any more.
Shen Du thought so and did so.
Since the Palace Banquet, I have been running to the general's house every day. Anyway, Emperor Fengyun didn't care about him, and other princes were happy to see him laugh. Compared with other people in the Imperial City, Shen Du was quite free.
The concierge of the general's mansion had seen nothing strange. He took a look at Shen Du, who was lazily leaning against the door with a folding fan in his hand. He yelled out with a strong voice: "young master, your Highness the sixth Prince is here again!"
For a moment, a clear voice also sounded: "no see."
Yunzhao's voice is not high, but it can clearly spread to the public ears.
The porter shrugged his shoulders at Shen Du, who looked as usual: "Your Highness, you hear me. The young master still doesn't want to see you. Please go back."
This is the 12th time that Shen Du has come to the general's residence since the farewell banquet.
I thought the little prince was just greedy for something new, but now he seems to have taken it seriously.
"Shua -" Shen Du unfolded the folding fan with gorgeous and beautiful peonies painted on it. However, compared with his face, it seemed to be a little dim.
"It's OK, I'll come back tomorrow," he said
This unremitting attitude moved the porter, moved his lips and advised: "Your Highness, our young master is stubborn. He doesn't want to see you. No matter how many times you come, you won't see me. Don't waste your time."
Shen Du listened to him with a smile, and then said with a smile: "I heard that the ancients finally invited Zhuge to attend to the cottage three times, but if they couldn't, the prince would come every day. I don't believe it. He won't never see me. "
He raised his lips, his face also showed a bit of color: "the prince's temper is also very stubborn."
Looking at Shen Du's back, the porter shook his head. Why is this necessary?
He closed the door of the general's house, thought about it, and walked into the yard.
Far away, you can hear the sound of the sword.
When you get closer, you can see the young man with a long sword in his hand. With his body turning over and his wrist moving at will, he can dance several beautiful sword flowers.
Yunzhao's sword style is the same as his people. It looks very beautiful.
However, behind the beauty full of temptation, there is a deep opportunity to kill.
All over the sky, the sword light interweaved and outlined a net to kill the enemy.
Yunzhao was standing in the middle of it with a light look.
Without looking at the porter, he put away his sword and asked, "what's the matter?"
The porter thought and said, "this Young master, if the sixth prince comes back tomorrow, you can meet him. "