"Your Majesty, how have you been in the past nine years?" Xiaoxiang still has eyebrows as green as feathers, skin as white as snow, waist as thick as silk, and teeth like braided shells. The maid next to her is still Ziying. For the sake of safety, the master and the servant

They were all dressed like Southern Song aristocrats, and they were exactly the same as they were nine years ago, making him feel as if he had gone back in time.

"It's as if these nine years have never happened." He couldn't help but sigh.

"Yes, it hasn't changed. Xiang'er still only loves Junqian." She heard that he had never married and had children, and was just as lonely as she was before. She suddenly walked out from under Ziying's umbrella and held his arm.

Turn your face up and smile.

"I also said that one day, I will come to Lin'an to find you." At that time, he mistakenly thought that she was a princess of the Southern Song Dynasty, so he made such a promise to her, but he never expected that he could still keep it.

"Come back early." Ziying looked at them from behind and smiled.

People dispersed one after another, but Yin'er refused to give up and stayed where she was. She was still eating while others were clearing the table.

"Let's go." Lin Qian sighed. Seeing that she couldn't get up, he told her, "I heard that the concubine was seriously ill, so she went to the palace to take care of her."

"That's a lie! They're just avoiding us on purpose!" Yin'er burst into tears instantly. She didn't expect to see the princess in the princess's mansion. She looked at Ye Wenjing, who regarded himself as his master, from a distance and felt filled with hatred.

"Why don't you guys leave?" Ye Wenjing asked knowingly, but there seemed to be a smile in the corners of his eyes.

Yin'er was furious and shouted: "Looking for death!" She wanted to kill him eight years ago.

"The alliance leader is regretting that these many masters, instead of protecting their families and the country, are preparing for the banquet." Ye Wenzhao came to pull Yin'er who was about to draw his sword, while sarcastically facing Ye Wenjing.

"A few of them are so good at predicting things, they seem to have predicted that they will go to the next banquet." Ye Wenjing is still so sophisticated, his demeanor and words are unpredictable.

In fact, Ye Wenjing didn't care about the words and deeds of Feng Xiaoyin and Ye Wenzhao. He had been watching Lin Qian's words and expressions. Seeing that although he was a few years younger than him, he was no less calm and unhurried, he also felt that he was enigmatic.

"Is there another one?" Yin'er's expression suddenly became gentle.

"Yes, they are the classmates and old friends invited by my father." Ye Wenjing said.

Well, they are obviously representatives of the peace faction, and they still managed to invite celebrities from the war faction. I have to say that the Ye family is so smooth that they can eat both black and white!

When Ye Wenjing took them to another banquet, he heard Ye Lian say from a distance that even if the annual coins were increased, my Ye family could afford it. It looked like it was as rich as any other country.

But I heard the rich voice of an old man: "What about the person who blamed the provocation? Is Lao Ye going to sacrifice Han's head?" It should be Han Zhouzhou.

"How dare you?" Ye Lian laughed and clinked glasses with him, "Pu Sankui opened his mouth to the lion, he was very whimsical."

Drinking and drinking each other, it is not only the hypocrisy and submissiveness of political opponents, but also like classmates and friends exchanging feelings.

"Pu San Kuei Sha is so vicious that he actually found members of the Prime Minister's clan in Henan and sent them as envoys to the Qiu'ai Camp many times. He said that the war between Song and Jin Dynasties would make it difficult to preserve the tombs of the ancestors of the Han family. He used this personal reason to request the two countries

Let’s call it quits and make peace.” A half-familiar voice sounded, “Even so, the Prime Minister is cruel not to see that tribe.”

"Prime Minister is righteous." Odd, it was a half-baked voice again! This sentence should come from the heart, rather than deliberately flattering.

Why do they recognize so many old people?

Qian Yin speeded up to the banquet, and Lin Qian immediately recognized that the last person to speak was Xin Jiaxuan, the man with whom he had settled their personal feud in Laoquan, Jiangxi eight years ago. Now that they were reunited, he still smiled indifferently.

The other one? While greeting the elders, Yin'er looked around. Among Han Yuzhou's staff, there were vaguely He Siyuan's father, Yu Chixue's father... The group of people around Qin Xiangchao back then were corrupt and corrupt, but these were not warm.

He was not popular, but later he was promoted because of his active political stance against Jin Dynasty, or he was promoted in vain, and he suddenly became a popular person in front of the prime minister. If Qin Xiangchao had not died, then he might have been promoted to his current position.

Xin Qiji was in his sixtieth year and was already suffering from various illnesses. Although he was concerned about his lack of war preparation, he resisted abandoning his weapons and surrender: "Qi Xianggong has avenged the hatred of the ninth generation, and Jin and I are incompatible with each other!"

There was an old man over there who looked to be in his eighties and nodded: "I also said the same thing. Although three households in Chu can destroy Qin, how can China be empty and deserted?"

Lin Qian Yin'er was stunned and immediately realized who he was. She was surprised, happy and regretful that Li Junqian left the table too early and actually missed the meeting with his idol Lu Fangweng!

"Mr. Lu!" That man was none other than Lu You, the representative of the main war faction.

"Isn't it right for people in the world to call you senior?" Lu You smiled in an easy-going manner.

Xin Qiji told them that Lu You was too old to go to the front line, so he sent his son to the battlefield.

"It's true that men, women, old and young are all contributing." Yin'er was surrounded by this fiery and strong anti-war sentiment, and any trace of doubt she had rarely had before was swept away.

Although he was a generation younger, Xin Qiji's illness was obviously much worse than Lu You's. It was obvious that he was terminally ill and had only a short time to live. Otherwise, a heroic man like him would not have been able to retreat from the front line of the anti-golden war.

But today, in order to support Han Kunzhou's continued fight against the Jin Dynasty, he still came despite his illness. I wonder if he thought that he and Lin Qian would meet again in Lin'an.

"Shengnan, I still remember that eight years ago you and I generously discussed fame." After leaving the table, Xin Qiji was pushed in a wheelchair by Lin Qian, and the two of them walked silently on the corridor for a while.

That year, Lin Qian replied to Xin Qiji that for a small fame, fame, wealth, power, glory and wealth; for a great fame, he could restore the lost land and unify the country. I and Yinhen Dao did not believe in the Taiping policy, and only wanted to put the world in order. The merits were established at a young age, and the fame was left behind.

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"Later, Senior Xin wrote a poem overnight and gave it to me as a gift." Eight years later, he was still the handsome young man in black, with less righteousness and evil between his eyebrows.

At the beginning of the journey across the river with brocade eaves, the soldiers of Yan were singing at night, and the arrows of Han were flying towards the golden servant girl."

"It's still the same, never memorize half of it." Xin Qiji laughed.

"I won't recite it." Lin Qian said stubbornly. In his heart, Xin Ci didn't know the second half of it.

"Shengnan, thank you." Xin Qiji said after a long pause, "I have heard about your experience in the past eight years. Although I cannot go to the front line in person, I have relived my youth. I read the sword while drunk, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet.

The company camp. Eight hundred miles away, the subordinates are moxibustion. The sound of fifty strings turning outside the Great Wall. Autumn soldiers are ordered on the battlefield."

Xin Qiji no longer memorizes half the queue.

"No, I'm the one who should say thank you." Lin Qian stopped with him at the end of the corridor, "Eight years ago, if you hadn't inspired me to recognize my position and cancel my personal grudges, I wouldn't be the Lin Qian I am today. Lin Qian.

Qian really stood on the front line of the fight against the Jin Dynasty, starting from the Battle of Kuizhou." Looking at the quiet rain falling in Lin'an in front of the court, he suddenly recalled the cruel hatred in Shandong at night, "My mother fought in Shandong in order to protect me.

, committed suicide during the siege of the Jin army. Although she did not forgive her predecessors, she was relieved."

"He is worthy of being a member of the former rebel army." Xin Qiji lamented the passing of this period of hatred. At the same time, the old times were also annihilated.

"Senior Xin, what do you think of Mr. Qiu Lai?" He knew that it was not Ye Shi's responsibility to find the Wolf Warriors alone. As one of the leaders of the Zhuhe Faction, Qiu Lai had just given up as the envoy to the Huaihe River and Huaihe River.

Sizhou and other places retreated to Xuyi. Although there was patriotism in their words and deeds, it was not ruled out that they were just pretending. Qiu Kuai was the candidate closest to Wolf Warrior.

"That is my close friend, "Yong Yu Le Jingkou Bei Gu Pavilion Nostalgic", the heroes of the ages have never found Sun Zhong, so they sang with Mr. Qiu. Mr. Yang Wanli, who passed away this year, also said that Mr. Qiu's poems lamented

That person, the sound of the river, the sound of the mountain wind, the sadness of all the phenomena in the Central Plains are driven by him, and he always takes the luggage as his luggage with the poems." Lin Qian was extremely surprised by Xin Qiji's answer, "The hatred of family and country, and the feeling of life experience are all integrated into the writing."

"'War Wolf' is not him." Lin Qian realized that it was not Qiu Wei himself, "That means someone has held Qiu Wei's pulse." War Wolf must be to Qiu Wei just like Cao Xuan is to Wu Xi.

Yin'er was walking far behind them, looking around absentmindedly. Her mind was filled with the familiar figure from the past, as if this was the lush forest, bamboo and meandering water cup in Jiangxi eight years ago. It seemed that there was a woman calling behind her -

"Yin'er, Yin'er, are you really going to see Xin Jiaxuan? He is also a great poet I admire!"

Caressing the sword tassel, reminiscing about the past, looking at the daphne, narcissus, wintersweet, etc. blooming in the drizzle, I forgot to ask when Xin Qiji left.

When he regained consciousness, Lin Qian was back beside him: "Let's go."

"Wait a while." She shook her head.

"Well, Yin'er knows that Senior Xin thinks Qiu Kuai is a patriot." He knew what Yin'er was waiting for. Although he was not ready, he was actually looking forward to meeting again.

"We just have different political opinions, and we are all doing it for the good of the country." Yin'er nodded, understanding.

"War Wolf should be among the group of officers and generals around Qiu Wei today. They are all mediocre and hard to find." Lin Qian said, "Of course, there are also those who Qiu Wei usually trusts but deliberately did not show up.

It is also the object that we need to focus on observing."

"It's good that we've narrowed down the scope, isn't it?" Yin'er comforted with a smile.

"Actually, would someone like War Wolf, whose combat power is higher than Yue Li's, have participated in the Hidden Earth Formation? I think we can start from this aspect and see if they have left office in April." Lin Qian suddenly said.

Have a whim.

"Yeah. His fighting power is so strong. If he was the one who fought the decisive battle on the river, he should have escaped like us." Yin'er said, "But there must be stab wounds on his body."

The two of them wandered around the princess' mansion for almost midnight, causing many servants to look at them. Among them were Jiang Zhongzi and Jingkou Wudie who knew the inside story and dared to get angry but dare not speak out.

When the rain stopped, in a remote place, out of the corner of his eye, he saw a shiny knife and a long, thin black shadow rushing past. Yin'er had quick eyes and quick hands and jumped out of the pavilion to grab the man on the rockery, but the man turned around and grabbed him.

The force of a palm was above her, and Lin Qian caught up in an instant. While pulling Yin'er back, he faced her with a palm, causing the snow in the courtyard to flow like a tidal wave. The man took his time and slashed hard with the knife. Even though he was disguised, his eyes were not clear.

Although it was concealed, his sword skills and internal strength revealed that this person was the ultimate master who tried to take his life over and over again!

Regardless of whether he is suspected of being a war wolf or not, we must capture him today. The fight in the snow and on the river has not been finished, let’s continue here!

At that moment, Lin Qian fought fiercely with him without hesitation and without any distractions.

Flying sand and rocks, only the sound of knives can be heard, but no one can be seen. Rain and snow are falling, not from the world, but from man. There is no need for light, Lin Qian's knife is the moonlight.

The two of them were always on par with each other, but now, even though there was Yin'er by their side, they were unable to capture the formation due to the limitations of the rockery. They watched helplessly as Lin Qian and the man circled left and right, circling up and down, and were in a state of darkness.

, how many times a knife was pushed out from the cave here, and thousands of murderous auras were stabbed from the top of the head.

The man's injuries were obviously not healed. He was beaten to pieces by Lin Qian for a long time. He could no longer escape. He leaned against the mountain wall in front of him and panted. Lin Qian also paid the price of recurrence of old injuries, difficulty breathing, and bleeding. After all, he

There was not much rest and recovery in the days.

Even though he was tired from the beating, Lin Qian still suppressed the possibility of being possessed by demons. Yin'er also experienced a bit of the compassion in the Drinking Hate Knife, "The air of heaven and earth, when warm, creates life, and when cold, kills"...

However, the man was so angry that he couldn't suppress it. There was a loud roar, the lake and mountains were shattered, and the guards of the master's house were already disturbed and they all came closer with torches to take a look.

"Don't kill him!" Lin Qian saw Yin'er stabbing him in the throat with a sword, and hurriedly stopped him, but the man just stabbed himself to death.

"Is it Wolf Warrior?" After a moment's pause, Yin'er wanted to see his breath, but Lin Qian hurriedly took a look before her, so that she wouldn't be unable to cope with any unexpected events.

Although he was 30% consumed by this person, it did not prevent three thousand thoughts from flowing through his heart for a moment:

On the day of the winter solstice, although Pu Sankui suffered a miserable defeat, he first saved his life by Zen Yueqing, and then used a war wolf to relieve the siege...

The reason why Lin Qian didn't let Pu Sankui die that night was because besides Tuchan Yueqing, there were several masters who saved his life. It was difficult for Pusan ​​Kui to die, but if he didn't die, he could keep Yueqing and continue to be a reincarnation;
To be continued...