Red Emperor

Looking at the backs of General Longxiang and the horses of the Chishan Army led by him, King Anle looked back helplessly, and said embarrassingly: "It's your turn, please enlighten me."

The king of Yue said solemnly:

"Anle Wang still needs to think more about performing arts. Last night's high-level discussion was really out of the way, reasonable and deafening, even when he was lecturing for the emperor and me in the past, he didn't have such a loud bell. I'm fine in the inner room, and the emperor's Are your ears okay? On the other hand, the Son of Heaven..."

King Yue frowned slightly, but there was a smile on the corner of his lips, he didn't know whether it was sadness or joy:

"The son of heaven's performance is natural and without pretense. He really cried those two times."

King An Le also nodded with emotion.

King Yue reached out and took the "Hurricane Sword" in the red package, pulled out the scabbard, and sniffed it lightly:

"This is indeed the smell of the Hurricane Sword that I used to be familiar with. It is as cool as a clear spring and as light as new snow. But on the first day when I reunited with the Emperor, I knew that Hurricane is no longer the Hurricane he used to be..."

King Yue put his sword back into its sheath neatly, and smiled slightly at King Anle:

"Didn't King Anle 'hear' that the emperor had many affairs with me? Didn't he know that the emperor openly used his hurricane sword to tease me in the hall of Yue Palace in front of several of his humerus ministers? ?”

"At that time, the sword edge was so close to me." King Yue raised his index finger to block the bridge of his nose, "The smell of blood is too pungent, and it is not easy for me to maintain a deadpan expression."

King An Le twitched his cheeks, gritted his teeth and said:

"All the sections here can be skipped, I just want to know how you secretly managed to bring Hurricane Sword out of the city?"

King Yue sighed and pondered for a while.

Suddenly, he smiled evilly, as if his belly had scales: "Bi Xiao, you are so cruel to me and Ziwei, aren't you afraid of our revenge in the future?"

King An Le was stunned immediately.

The King of Yue said cheerfully: "That's a drama written by the Son of Heaven when he was young, called "Pear Blossom Debt". Emperor Xiao is the vanguard of batting mandarin ducks..."

King An Le raised his hand feebly: "Enough, what are you talking about?"

The king of Yue bent his lips and said quietly: "Please tell the emperor that in the future, you can do pure text creation, such as writing dramas, scripts and novels, maybe you can make something famous. Don't think about drawing picture books anymore, except for me. People will cheer him on."

King An Le shook his head, suddenly couldn't help laughing, and clapped his hands and said:

"Wannianlang, what do you want me to say about you? You gossip a lot, but you just don't want me to know how you cheated the Qianchengmen. You are afraid that I will go back and blame him. I said he A word of 'repaying your kindness' will make you feel compassionate, you really..."

King An Le sneered, and said sarcastically, "No wonder the emperor's hundred-smelting steel has been turned into soft fingers."

"You don't need to tell me." An Le Wang said with a smile, "I just wanted to try you, and I was not disappointed."

"When you and your attendant rode here, I knew I was careless. I didn't expect such an operation."

King An Le shook his folding fan lightly, and said slowly:

"I thought that the Hurricane Sword is so long, it would be impossible to hide it in the torso. I never thought there would be such a strange person in the world."

King Anle approached King Yue's attendant, that tall young man with long body and short legs, and patted him on the back: "Just now, General Longxiang was envious of your extraordinarily tall and heroic appearance, you take off your clothes and take off your clothes." Cyclonus gave it to him, how did he react?"

The attendant smiled foolishly: "Rogue."

King Anle was so angry that his brows stood upright.

"The general said." The attendant added naively.

King An Le finally swallowed the Coptis chinensis after several attempts, put away his folding fan, and tapped the palm of his hand lightly:

"Wan Nianlang, I still remember when the national go player from Dongying came to visit and challenged the national Go player from Yue country, but your father wanted to show off his beloved son's chess skills that are not inferior to the national player, so he sent you to play.

Three out of five rounds, and in the end you lived up to expectations and fought to a tie with the Dongying people.

The last game was extremely intense. I remember that when the game was close, you were exhausted and sweating.

Of course, so does the opponent. Suddenly, when he made the move, his hands were covered in cold sweat and the piece slipped off. If so, he made a bad move, and you are sure to win.

The Dongying man immediately stretched out his hand to pick up the chess piece, but he had no regrets, so he immediately withdrew his outstretched hand.

I never expected that you turned around and told the arbitration that this move should be replayed.

Do you know how wonderful your father's face was at that time, he boasted to the civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty that you would definitely win, but you still lost half of your son because of this.

After the battle, you are almost exhausted, and your father still punishes you to copy "Thirteen Chapters of Chess" to reflect on your own mistakes. "

King An Le smiled lightly, and sighed again: "After so many years, you still don't feel that you were wrong at that time."

He paced slowly and stepped out of Feixing Pavilion, "You should have General Longxiang escort you at least to a place far away from my claws, but you feel that General Longxiang is responsible for defending the city and it is not appropriate to delay outside, so let him go back Yes. But why didn’t you ask him for some troops? Oh, because according to the military order, the feudal lord has no right to control the Emperor’s Red Cedar Army. But General Longxiang saw that the Emperor even gave you his Hurricane Sword. If you asked, how could he Not allowed?"

King Anle lightly raised his folding fan, pointing at his own group of strong soldiers:

"Now that's the case, how do you get out of their hands?"