Da Bong fights more people

The last serious biography says:

【I know. 】

[Three: Your Highness, the last question]

Si Tianjian.

Xu Qi'an stood up from the bathtub, put her hands on Mu Nanzhi's hips, subconsciously hooked her legs around her muscular waist, wrapped her arms around his neck, and rested her head on Xu Qi'an's shoulder.

The complexion of the two people, one is fair and crystal clear, and the other is bronze, which has a strong visual impact.

He gently placed Mu Nanzhi on the bed, and withdrew the handle he had given her.

Huashen let out a "hmm" in her deep sleep, and frowned slightly with her delicate and beautiful brows.

This woman is stronger than any aphrodisiac poison! Xu Qi'an reluctantly covered her with a quilt, picked up the bracelet that was left on the floor, and put it on Bullying Shuang Shengxue's wrist again.

In this way, Flower God has changed from the most powerful aphrodisiac poison in the world to an aunt who makes people feel calm.

Then, Xu Qi'an took out the peace knife, put it on the table, and ordered:

"Take care of your mistress, no one can come in, do you understand?"

The Taiping knife trembled "buzzing", conveying the idea of ​​"understood".

Taiping Dao has grown up, and ordinary fourth-rank masters are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered in front of it.

Xu Qi'an opened the door and left, and lightly brushed the door with his fingertips, smearing the deadly poison that would make people paralyzed and unconscious.

Wangfu.

Just as Wang Zhenwen sent someone to send Qian Qingshu away, not long after, the housekeeper came in quietly and reported in the outer room:

"Master, Xu Yinluo is here."

Wang Zhenwen, who was already a little tired, was refreshed and said quickly:

"Quick, ask him to come in."

The butler retreated as he said, and in a short while, the door of the bedroom was pushed open, and Wang Zhenwen saw a tall and handsome young man in Tsing Yi came in.

Seeing the green clothes outside the curtain, Wang Zhenwen's eyes were in a daze for a moment, and after seeing Xu Qi'an's face clearly, he let out a sigh of emotion or regret.

"At that moment just now, I almost thought Wei Yuan was back."

Wang Zhenwen looked at the young man who came in and said with a smile.

"What's the matter with Mr. Shoufu's illness?"

Xu Qi'an walked to the bedside, held Wang Zhenwen's wrist, felt the pulse, and listened attentively.

He frowned, Wang Zhenwen's body was like a machine that had reached retirement age, and its parts were seriously aging.

"Heaven and man still have five declines, let alone this old man is a mortal?"

Wang Zhenwen smiled indifferently:

"The sorcerer of the Sitianjian has said that, if you rest with peace of mind, you may be able to recover from a dead tree. Apart from this time, there is no other way."

Xu Qi'an let out a "hmm", and secretly sent a few wisps of qi to help him invigorate blood and nourish qi.

Si Tianjian did have many miraculous medicines, and there were not a few people who were alive and dead, and Renzong also had many top-quality medicines.

But the higher the elixir is, the stronger the medicinal power it contains, which is definitely not something that mortals who have never practiced can bear.

Take the blood pill as an example, it contains strong vitality, but because the level is too high, if the fourth-rank powerhouse swallows it, there will be ten deaths and no life.

Therefore, it may not be too difficult to revive a high-level strong man, but it is not too difficult to revive a mortal without any foundation. Well, since Song Qing created the human body refining technique, it is not too difficult.

As long as there are nine-color lotus seeds that can transform all things, mortals can also be reborn through shells.

"I think you've heard about the peace talks." Wang Zhenwen went straight to the point, staring at Xu Qi'an who was sitting by the bed:

"Tell me the truth, what are your plans?"

His eyes were burning, like a desperate man waiting for his last hope.

If I tell him that I have nothing to do, the old Shoufu's last breath may not last for this moment, Xu Qi'an is suddenly glad that he postponed the visit, and if he finishes discussing with Huaiqing that day, he will come to the palace to visit the old Shoufu.

Then, the sentence "I can't do anything" may make this struggling old man disappear.

Xu Qi'an's face was serious, and he said word by word:

"I have entered the second grade."

Wang Zhenwen grasped the bed sheet tightly with his palms, and the veins on the back of his hands were bulging. He took a deep look at Xu Qi'an, and suddenly burst out laughing.

The laughter is unrestrained and carefree, sweeping away the haze.

He felt strong confidence from Xu Qi'an.

He is relieved.

Xu Qi'an sat silently, waiting for the old Shoufu to vomit the depression in his chest.

"do you have any plans?"

Wang Zhenwen calmed down his emotions slowly, and resumed his sophisticated and steady posture.

Xu Qi'an said bluntly:

"I want to change the emperor!"

Surprisingly, Wang Zhenwen's expression was calm without any surprise.

The old Shoufu sighed and said:

"Yongxing is the king of success, and he can't bear this crumbling country. Even if the peace talks are successfully resolved, if there is a second or third unfavorable situation, he will still retreat.

"Sometimes, troubles from the rear are the most deadly. If the court wants to compete with Yunzhou for the national fortune, it must have a stable rear."

After a pause, he looked at Xu Qi'an and said:

"Who do you want to stand?"

Xu Qi'an did not hesitate:

"Prince Yan."