Quick Wear: Under the Skirt, All Beings Are Equal

Spring Crane Sings

He felt that he was ill again.

In fact, he learned the word "illness" from the young general. It was mostly the kind of whining without illness. Sometimes it was, sometimes not completely. He was a person who liked to feel sad about the passing of time, and he always awkwardly yearned for the great sages in history.

In fact, he didn't really want to learn from those people, he just found it a bit boring. Every time this happened, before the atmosphere was ready, he would be severely ridiculed by the person next to him.

Chun Heming tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, so he simply got up and walked out of the room. Unknowingly, he came to Xu Jinhuan's former room and subconsciously reached out and knocked.

"Xu Jinhuan, come out and enjoy the moon."

As soon as the words fell, Chun Heming finally reacted.

This room has been empty for a long time!

His good friend, his only confidant, the one who would stay up late at night with him even though he kept cursing, to look for the moon and the gods, and to feel sad about the passing of time, has been gone for a long time.

"We clearly agreed that when we get old, we'll wake each other up in the middle of the night for a drink."

Chun Heming burst into tears, his blue shirt seemed to blend into the moonlight. The lanterns on both sides of the corridor stretched his shadow long and made it hang in the air.

"My beard has grown longer now, but why are you still the same as before? Do you want to laugh at me for being old in the future?"

He said with tears in his eyes: "A gentleman should keep his word and honor his promise. Xu Jinhuan, I have to slander you for at least a few dozen poems. I always told you not to be so arrogant before, but now, I can scold you and you can't even talk back."

Time keeps moving forward, there is no end, only crossroads.

The young general who made the entire capital city fearful and amazed, led the Xu family army alone to another intersection.

Perhaps, they will wait for their military advisor at the next intersection.

Nangong Qingyang——

Power is indeed a good thing. Once you have tasted it, it is hard to let go.

At least, this is what Nangong Qingyang learned from his experiences since childhood. Living in this imperial city, with its red walls and white jade tiles, everyone is chasing after power.

Perhaps, Nangong Yunran is not.

The fifth princess, who was ignored by everyone and whose death did not cause any ripples in the palace, shocked everyone with her stubbornness and tenacious vitality.

Nangong Qingyang noticed her because of the three words "Xu Jinhuan". When a young man who was feared by the emperor and wooed by various forces appeared in front of people, how could people not associate him with the general who killed people without blinking an eye on the battlefield.

Nangong Qingyang has loved people with good looks since she was a child, and the appearance of the servants and maids in the princess's mansion is also top-notch. To be honest, Xu Jinhuan's face is not particularly outstanding among the countless beauties in the capital, but she fell in love with him at first sight.

Perhaps people who have been influenced by power struggles prefer those who are pure and clean and have the world in their hearts, but they just admire them. If they are allowed to choose, they will definitely choose the one that is most beneficial to themselves.

At first, Nangong Qingyang approached Xu Jinhuan with a sense of evil interest. He always wanted to see whether Xu Jinhuan would become corrupt and live like other people after being in this place of power and intrigue for a long time, or whether he would be as clean and untainted as the world praised him to be.

She was kind to him, helping him to find ways to build bridges and connections, helping him to gain a foothold in the capital, and even wanted to help him establish a force of his own in the capital.

She really wanted to help him and let him survive. Such a pure person could not survive in this filthy and scheming place.

At least, this is not the right time for this to happen. His father would not allow him to rely on any prince, nor would he support him behind the scenes. He would just watch him become a lone minister and be carried away by the crowd.

In fact, the young general knew all these things, but he just said in a humble and unyielding manner: "Thank you, Princess."

Qingyang didn't like his attitude and felt a little aggrieved, but didn't say much.

Others were puzzled. Qingyang was the most noble princess in Li Country, and even some red paper could not compare to her. As long as she was willing, she would be surrounded by flatterers. Why should she hang herself on Xu Jinhuan, a stupid tree?

Later, her second brother and father sent her some good-looking servants to live in the princess's mansion to please her.

But Qingyang always felt that no one could compare to Xu Jinhuan.

Later, the fight for the throne became more and more intense, and Nangong Yunran and Xu Jinhuan were regarded as thorns in the eyes of everyone, and everyone wanted to get rid of them as soon as possible.

She originally wanted to plot against Nangong Yunran and that dandy young marquis to be together, but she didn't expect that the young marquis would run off to Wancheng with Xu Jinhuan, and Nangong Yunran fell seriously ill and had been recuperating in the palace.

She has always believed that her talent and strategy are no less than any of her brothers and sisters, and that she has the capital to look down on others, but she never expected that the one who hid the deepest was Nangong Yunran.

That woman who was as weak as a dodder flower seemed to have gone crazy after Xu Jinhuan went to Wancheng and brought the news of his death. She plotted to kill the late queen's son, and then the crown prince and the seventh prince, and finally, herself and Nangong Zhe.

Such an intelligent person, even though she was framed and put in solitary confinement, and even fell ill, she still admired Nangong Yunran. For the first time, she actually wanted to treat Nangong Yunran as her younger sister.

Unfortunately, Nangong Yunran was different from them after all, and was not cruel enough. In the end, she chose to marry a foreign princess, and did not take the opportunity to muddy the waters in the capital and kill them all.

Or maybe she was smart enough to withdraw at the best time and save everyone behind her.

It is not easy for a princess whose grandfather's family has no power to reach this point today. If she continues like this, her father will surely take action, and others will also join forces to kill her.

Watching Nangong Yunran's marriage team go away, Nangong Qingyang stood in the towering imperial city and thought for a long time.

She still wants power.

Only with power would she have the confidence to reject everything she didn't like, and the ability to prevent such things as princesses marrying off in exchange for peace from happening again.

It was another cold winter, and Nangong Qingyang received the first snow in the capital: "I am not a good person. If you ask me if I regret what I did back then, I can only say that I don't regret it."

"Have you ever really liked Xu Jinhuan?"

“I like it. I still like it now.”

"Brother, do you really regard Xu Jinhuan as your confidant?"

"I just wanted to sit down and have a meal with Xu Jinhuan again, but he ate by himself with an indifferent look on his face, completely ignoring the person opposite him, and even looked disgusted."

Nangong Zhe exhaled lightly and smiled bitterly: "Really, I am alone. I owe Xu Jinhuan too much. I probably can't pay it back. I can only destroy the other two countries and unify the world to make amends to him and let the people live and work in peace."

The crowd was so dense that if you were not careful you would not be able to tell who was who.

In this vast world, who is definitely an ant and who is definitely standing on the top of the tower? How many old friends have left behind only a handful of yellow earth, and in history, only a few words or two sentences have summarized their lives.

Too many people are trapped in this capital city, and many of them will never be able to fulfill their lives and will never be able to let go.