Assassin's biography of the same person: paper empty and kite

Seeing Murong Li's expressionless face, he didn't answer, as if he understood something, he nodded, "Yes. This subordinate understands."

In the middle of the night, Murong Li tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep no matter what, Zhi Zhi kept screaming, which made him even more upset.

With a bang, Murong Li turned over from the bed, took the flute beside the pillow and flew out of the window.

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Outside Tianquan City.

The familiar street scene was reflected in front of Murongli's eyes, and his eyes were a little warm, heh, how could Murongli let tears come out of his eyes.

Once again, luck was light, and I came to Tianquan Palace, and according to my memory, I came to Xiangxutai. The big lock on the palace door made Murong Li laugh. He flew up from the palace wall, and came to the palace in two or three Inside, the place that used to be full of Yuqiong flowers is now overgrown with weeds, and the once clean palace has become covered with cobwebs. Murongli smiled faintly. When he was still living here, Zhiming wished he could clean it up one day. several times, for fear that I would be tired because of the dirty hands.Even if he left for a few days because of business affairs, even if he went to Fuyu Mountain for ten and a half months because of the alliance, Zhiming would not make this place like it is now...

Oh, I really despaired of myself...

Murong Li shook his head, came to Zhi Ming's bedroom again, hesitated at the door for a while, then gently pushed the door open and walked in.

Ha, this person really hasn't changed, such a magical sleeping position.As a royal king, the sleeping posture like a child is always so ugly...

Murong Li just wanted to help him straighten his posture, but before he touched him, he yelled "A Li, don't go!"

Murong Li was stunned, his hands froze in the air, and wanted to retract them, but it seemed that his body was out of his control, and he couldn't move no matter what...

The familiar warmth came from the eye sockets again, but this time, he couldn't hold it back.

Zhi Ming was struggling on the bed to grab something, he touched Murongli's hand that was still frozen there, and felt like he had taken a reassurance for a moment, he put his hand on his face and rubbed it lightly for a few times, then He fell asleep peacefully.

All these movements are seen in Murong Li's eyes, and the pain is in his heart, even Zhi Ming who is asleep is thinking about himself.

But, myself, is it really worth it?

I am worth it, do you cherish it so much?

Murongli gently pulled out the hand that was pressed by Zhiming, and took out another pill from his sleeve.

Murong Li stared at the medicine bottle for a while, hesitated for a long time, finally opened the lid, bit his finger and dripped a drop of blood into it, then fed it to Zhi Ming.

Seeing that he frowned and swallowed the medicine with a mutter, Murongli smiled in relief.

He stroked Zhiming's face with his hands, from eyebrows to lips, and slowly stroked it, as if he was carving his face, trying to engrave this face into his heart.

In the next second, Murong Li became ruthless, got up and left, almost instantly, from getting up to leaving, he did not hesitate for a second.

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"First the money and food are allocated, and then you are discussing some messy things, the people will not be able to eat, what are you discussing?"

"Master Shang Shu, can you explain where so many impeachment books come from?"

"Teacher, if you are not in good health, don't always go to the palace to talk about these trivial things. This king will take care of these things."

"General, order troops, train troops, don't let Yan Su take advantage of it, and guard Yu Zhaoguan well."

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The Taifu looked at Zhiming who was correcting the memorial in the gazebo, with a look of relief.

A year ago, Zhi Ming felt like he was possessed by an evil spirit. When he woke up, he no longer spent his days and nights for that Murongli, and he no longer waited to die without learning and skills like before.

I don't know what kind of opportunity it was for Zhiming to change and become diligent, even though he still spoke so naively, he was still so playful.It's just that overnight, Zhiming seemed to be as if he didn't know that there was such a thing as Murongli.

Sometimes he accidentally mentioned Murongli, but Zhi Ming didn't respond at all and even asked him who Murongli was.

Although this matter is a bit strange, Tai Tu is too happy about Zhi Ming's change, and of course he will not touch Murongli's iron plate again.

On this day, Taifu's grandson held a coming-of-age ceremony, and he was lucky enough to come to attend with nothing to do. The Taifu's beard was raised in excitement.

On the day of the great ceremony, the Grand Tutor's grandson, dressed in red, played a song of "Li Ren Yin" for the ministers and marquises from all walks of life, and Zhi Ming applauded repeatedly.

"Caomin Wengli, I have met the king. I didn't expect the king to come, and I didn't prepare any talents that I can show. I hope the king will not give up."

Zhi Ming glanced at the young man in the red robe in front of him, he always felt that he looked familiar, and his head was a little swollen, but he didn't pay attention to it, but it wasn't that serious.He raised his hand to support him, and saw the young man raised his head again, his handsome appearance suits Zhi Ming's wishes.

"How about I call you A Li in the future? Since you are the grandson of the Taifu, you must have a lot of knowledge. It just so happens that the position of Lan Tai Ling is still vacant. I wonder what A Li will do?"

After saying the word A Li, he pulled his heart hard, but he didn't show much due to the crowd, so he frowned and took a light breath.

"Grassmen are willing."

Wengli agreed with a smile all over his face, almost without hesitation, he agreed.

"Since you want to, what do you call grassroots? It's time to be a vassal." Zhi Ming returned his smile and patted him on the shoulder.

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"A Li ~ A Li ~"

It was Zhiming's shout coming from outside the hall again, Weng Li laughed, got up and walked to the door to meet him.

"Okay, alright, my lord, go in and sit down first, it's so hot standing outside."

Drag Zhiming into the hall and pour him a cup of tea, "Then the king is not lazy, what's the matter here?"

In fact, Zhi Ming couldn't say why he came to see him, he just wanted to see him when he had nothing to do, and he always felt at ease.

"This king just came to see you. Why, doesn't Ah Li like it? If you don't like it, then this king should leave."

As Zhi Ming said, he got up with a straight face and moved towards the door with small steps.

Wengli was speechless, watching Zhiming move little by little and said with a smile, "Your Majesty has become more and more childish recently."

After finishing speaking, he cleaned up the messy papers on the table, and picked up another sheet, "By the way, my lord, I found a sheet of music two days ago, how about I play it for my lord?"

Zhi Ming froze at the door, muttering who is naive, who is naive, how is this possible?

"Book..."

Before he could speak, a pleasant flute sound came, Zhi Ming stiffened for a moment, turned around tremblingly, looked at the man playing the flute, his head hurt a little, this situation, this sad tune...

Why do I always feel familiar?

The picture in front of him became more and more blurred, and his consciousness was a little unclear. Gradually Zhiming's eyes turned black, his head became more and more painful, and some hallucinations appeared in front of his eyes. It was a touch of red, standing still in the wind.

"Ah... from..."

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"A Li, this song is so sad, how about playing another one?"

"A Li, Mo Lan found a good purple jade flute two days ago, let's see if it suits you."

"Ah Li, teach me how to play the flute too, okay?"

"A Li..."

"A Li..."

"A Li!!!"

Zhi Ming jumped up from the bed, his headache seemed to be about to burst.

☆、Extra three

"Your Majesty, you are awake."

Wengli heard Zhiming's shout from the door and trotted in all the way, holding a bowl of medicine in his hand.

Zhiming naturally heard Wengli's voice, but he was in a trance and couldn't answer him. After humming softly to show his answer, he lost his strength and fell limp again.

Fortunately, Weng Li quickly caught Zhi Ming with his quick eyes, looked at the frowning Zhi Ming in his arms, and stroked his face with his hands, with a gentle expression on his face.

"Your Majesty, drink the medicine first, and sleep after drinking it."

Wengli helped Zhiming up, put a pillow on the bed for him to lean on, went to the table and brought back a plate of candied fruit, handed the medicine bowl to Zhiming, watched him finish the bowl of black medicine in one gulp, and went to the hospital. He stuffed a candied fruit into his mouth, and then Zhiming was taken aback again.

Wengli settled Zhiming to see that he fell asleep and got up to leave when he was suddenly grabbed by his sleeve.

"A Li, don't go."

Weng Li smiled, seeing Zhi Ming in his sleep smiling so softly and beautifully, just for the word 'A Li'.

Another year passed, Zhiming's birthday banquet, and the posthumous ceremony.

"Thank you all the envoys for coming so far. This king will do it first and respect you."

Zhi Ming raised his wine glass and glanced at Weng Li beside him, and then turned to the envoys from several countries in the hall.

"I believe you have also seen what is stated in the letter of credence. Today is not only my king's birthday banquet, but also the grand ceremony of my Heavenly Power Kingdom's conferment... This king hopes to have everyone's witnesses."

Zhi Ming turned around and looked at Weng Li with a gentle look on his face.

"A Li willing?"

Suddenly, Zhi Ming was in a trance and almost lost his footing and fell to the ground.There was a sudden severe pain in the head, Zhi Ming shook a few times and fell on the throne, Weng Li said to ease the atmosphere, "Your Majesty, I am afraid that he is suffering from the cold and feeling unwell, so today's grand ceremony will be cancelled. I hope all the envoys will forgive me." .”

After finishing speaking, Weng Li supported Zhi Ming and slowly left the hall.

"Your Majesty, are you alright?" Wengli supported Zhiming and walked slowly on the road, passing by the garden Zhiming said he wanted to sit down and rest, Wengli did as well, Wengli watched Zhiming twitched in a daze He shook his hand and asked out loud.

"I don't know why, recently, this king always has a figure in his mind. That person is always dressed in red. Whenever I dream of him, my heart hurts and I panic. When I wake up , No matter how hard you try to recall it, you still don’t have the slightest impression. Occasionally, when I look at you, I will feel that the scene is familiar, as if I have experienced it personally...”

Wengli's whole body was stiff, his eyes were a little red, his hands in his sleeves were clenched white, and he tried hard to hold back his sobs.

"The king is just having a nightmare, isn't it? Those pictures are just hallucinations. The king must be too tired. That's why it happened."

"Really? Is it? Probably. It's because I'm too tired."

Wengli gritted his teeth and clenched his fists, looking at Zhiming's back in front of him, his heart ached.

"Your Majesty, since you're not feeling well, don't let the wind blow outside. I will send you back."

After sending Zhiming back to the palace, Wengli went to the pavilion in the garden alone, and poured himself a drink.

Wengli chuckled a few times, and tore off the thin mask on his face, revealing a delicate and cold face.

The man drank the sake in the bottle in one gulp, threw the bottle on the ground fiercely, luckily left Tianquan Palace and went straight to the southwest.

"Young master, you..."

Geng Chen is now beside Murongli, looking at him who is pale and worried, but Murongli doesn't care about his body.

"It's nothing, I just drank a few more glasses. If you have nothing to do, you can leave, I want to be alone."

He still had that cold and indifferent look, but the slight tremor in his voice was caught by Geng Chen.He understood Murongli's desire to be quiet, so he didn't say anything, and silently stepped back, watching from a distance.

That white dress stands proudly on the mountain peak.

Hold the flute with both hands on your lips, gently lift your fingers, and the notes float in the air one by one. Because it is in a valley, the natural echoes accompanied by the quiet flute music are even more sad.

Once again, he couldn't hold back the hot tears that burst out uncontrollably, but this time he didn't even cover up, with a wry smile at the corner of his mouth, weeping silently.

Geng Chen really didn't understand why Murongli tortured himself this year, and asked his brother to change his face before returning to that person. What is so good about King Tianquan that he can make Murongli so reluctant to part with him? Lose?

Geng Chen didn't understand, probably wouldn't understand, the feeling that his heart was taken away by that person.

Another year.

"kill!!"

Xunsu's army invaded Yuzhao Pass several times, although they were not successful, they consumed a lot of Tianquan's soldiers and horses. But this time, Xunsu sent 30 soldiers and horses outside Yuzhao Pass. It is intended to completely attack the city.

Inside Yuzhao Pass, Zhiming walked back and forth anxiously in the house. Yuzhao Pass currently has only 30 troops stationed there, and it is still difficult to fight against the [-] troops of Qisu. If there is no comprehensive defense, it is absolutely impossible to win the battle, and There is also a military adviser who is said to be strong in martial arts and thoughtful in Xisu, which makes Zhiming very headache.

"Let Sirius take 1000 troops to ambush on Yuzhao Mountain. Yuzhao Guan's [-] soldiers and horses stand still, and then call in the [-] forbidden troops from Wangcheng. Be careful not to make too much noise. Now that the Xunsu army does not move, we will not move." , Let’s see what they want to do. We have water and food, and this king doesn’t believe they can afford it.”

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"Are you going to just spend time with Zhi Ming?"

Murongli opened his mouth indifferently, looking at Yuxuan who was buried in writing the memorial.

Yuxuan was silent for a while, put down her pen, and looked up at Murongli, "Should I ask, where did Mr. Murong go and what did he do this year?"

Murongli squinted his eyes and smiled, "Didn't the King of Susu know all about it? Why bother to ask me? But since the King of Susu wanted me to say it myself, then I will tell you that I went to Tianquan and stayed by Zhiming's side." I stayed for a year, because I couldn't forget him, because I couldn't let him go. Is this answer satisfactory to the king?"

"Heh, what did Mr. Murong come back for? I believe that with the power of heaven, it is not a big deal to help you restore the country. Why did Mr. Murong choose me?"

Yuxuan admired the calm Murongli a little bit more, but this person had a meticulous mind and superb martial arts, so he had to guard against it.If it's an enemy, it's better to eliminate it early, so as to save mistakes in the current critical moment.

"He's not suitable."

Yuxuan raised her eyebrows, those four words really shook Yuxuan's heart.

"Mr. Murong speaks frankly, and this king likes it. Then, in a few days' battle, will we rely on Mr. Murong?"

Yuxuan laughed a few times and walked out of the tent, leaving Murongli alone in the tent with clenched fists and tears again.

If we meet on the battlefield, will I be able to forget about love?

If we meet on the battlefield, will I be cowardly and face you.

Face, you who have no feelings for me.

Facing you who regard me as an enemy.

Face, I love you so much.

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"Your Majesty, the Xunsu army has advanced tens of miles towards Yuzhaoguan again."

A soldier in soft armor half knelt on the ground and reported to Zhiming.

"Okay, this king knows, go send a letter to Sirius, add some seasonings to the stream, and ask Sirius to find someone he trusts, and settle the people nearby, so that they don't touch the 'soup' with seasonings ah."

Zhi Ming made a smirk, put on a silver-white armor, walked out of the house, and shouted at the soldiers stationed outside, "Come on! Follow me to Yuzhao Guan!"

After two and a half days of walking, the Tianquan army finally came to a wilderness outside Yuzhao Pass, which is also under the Yuzhao Mountains. If you have good eyesight, you can still see the banners of the Xunsu army in the distance.

"Rest here for one night. Tomorrow, we will have a big battle. I hope that you can come back unscathed, okay?!"

"I wish for the power of heaven, go through fire and water, and obey the king's order!"

"I wish for the power of heaven, go through fire and water, and obey the king's order!"

"I wish for the power of heaven, go through fire and water, and obey the king's order!"

The soldiers held up their weapons and chanted slogans over and over again. They were born as Tianquan people, and they had to fight for Tianquan. Defending their homes and the country was their ultimate goal. It is what they must do, and they will keep it in their hearts!

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"It's not good, Xun Su has come in!"

At night, the sound of gunfire was everywhere, and the flames were everywhere, and Yuxuan rode a horse and walked leisurely towards the camp where they were stationed.

"King of Heaven, okay..."

Yuxuan sat on the horse and looked down at Zhiming. He had never paid attention to this king who always liked to eat and wait for death, but had poor martial arts and no brains.

"Heh, how come you lost [-]% of your horse, and you can still stand in front of my Tianquan army?"

Zhiming didn't even look at him, and just talked about his pain, he was very happy to see Yuxuan wanting to rush over to kill him immediately.

"Does the King of Heaven know how to write the word despicable?"

Zhi Ming raised his eyebrows, "Oh? Then King Chu Su knows that there is a word called "Soldiers never tire of cheating?"

Yuxuan was at a loss for words for a while, so she just laughed dryly, "Even if I lost [-]% of my army, so what, the final victory is not guaranteed, is it?"

This time it was Zhiming's turn to laugh, "King Susu is really not afraid of the wind and flashes his tongue?"

After all, he raised his hand, and the 20 army behind him rushed towards the enemy. The two armies faced each other for a while, and the battle was raging. Suddenly, a sharp arrow flew out from Yuzhao Mountain. Yuxuan dodged it nimbly, and his eyes turned cold.

"King Tianquan never tires of tricks in recruiting soldiers, and he is really skilled in using them."

The guards behind Yuxuan withdrew to defend him from the rain of arrows, when suddenly a red figure appeared holding a crossbow and handed it to Yuxuan.

"On the mountain, you can solve it yourself."

After all, he walked slowly towards Zhi Ming, one step at a time, getting closer and closer.

"Ah Li?" What Zhi Ming thought of the man felt that he seemed to have a bit of a shadow of Li.

Who would have thought that the sound of Ah Li once again shocked Murong Li, did he remember?No, it's impossible.

Seeing the change of expression of the man in front of him, Zhi Ming was a little speechless. Is this man here to fight or to change his face?

"Who are you? A lobbyist here? Are you going to surrender?"

Murong Li didn't speak, just stroked the flute in his hand lightly, Zhi Ming's eyes moved with his hand, seeing that pendant, his head hurt again.

Why, I always feel that I have seen this person somewhere before, that Xiao Pendant, when I see it myself, why does my heart hurt so much that I am about to suffocate?

Zhi Ming shook his head, he drew his sword and charged forward regardless of Sanqi 21, probably because of a headache, the moves were completely out of order, and all that appeared in his mind was a red figure, teaching himself how to dance a sword , that graceful figure, the faint scent of mint...

The figure in my mind gradually overlapped with the person in front of me...

"puff"

The sound of a sword piercing flesh.

Zhi Ming stared blankly at the sword in his hand sinking into the chest of the boy in red...

"Murongli? It's troublesome to call you. From now on, this king will call you Ah Li."

"A Li, I've been in the palace for so many days, why doesn't this king see you talking? I haven't seen you smile either."

"Ah Li, I can count the number of times you laugh with one hand, why don't you just laugh once?"

"A Li is so knowledgeable, and he can even deal with such things as flood control so well, why don't I make you a Lantai order, yes, I will make you a Lantai order!"

"A Li, what do you want, A Li? This king will bring you everything, as long as A Li smiles. Even if it is the moon in the sky, this king... Uh, I will build you a high platform for A Li Look at the day!"

"A Li, A Li, teach me how to practice martial arts!"

"A Li, I don't want to read the memorial..."

"A Li, I'm tired, can you rest for a while~"

"A Li, let me give you a hug, okay? After a while, I will go to see the memorial!"

"A Li, A Li, please take care of me! A Li! I'm not happy!!"

Scene after scene flashed in Zhiming's mind like a movie, and then looked at the red-clothed boy in front of him, who had already collapsed to the ground, Zhiming's eyes were full of tears, and he knelt down tremblingly. , Tried several times but did not dare to touch Murongli.

"Ah, Ah Li? You, yes, is that you? Ah Li? Ben, Wang... I, what did I do... Ah Li."

His voice was trembling heavily, Zhi Ming was like an abandoned child, with tears and snot hanging all over his face, and his whole body was trembling with fear.

In the end, Zhi Ming still touched Murongli, and the gradually cold body temperature made him wake up a lot in an instant, blood was still spilling out from his chest, shockingly red, Murongli's blood was everywhere.

Zhi Ming just held Murongli's hand like this, crying uncontrollably, at a loss for what to do.

"Don't cry...Wang...cough...go on." Before he could say a few words, another big mouthful of blood was choked out, and at that second, Zhi Ming seemed to finally come to his senses.

Murongli... was injured.

And that injury...was made by myself.

"A Li... Ah Li! I, I won't cry or cry. You, you... yes, stop the bleeding, stop the bleeding, what, how to stop the bleeding! Sirius!! Quick, find the doctor."

Zhi Ming frantically pressed on Murongli's wound with all his might, but the more he pressed, the more blood made Zhi Ming's tears even more turbulent.

Zhi Ming suddenly remembered something, and shouted for Sirius, when Sirius arrived, he was stunned by the picture in front of him.

He had never seen the optimist king of his family crying so sadly, in such a helpless manner, clumsily holding the boy's wound and crying like a child, and only then did Sirius realize that, Lying on the ground.

It's Murongli.

Sirius opened his mouth, wanting to say something, and he didn't know whether he should say it at this moment, but seeing Zhi Ming so sad, he felt uncomfortable.

"Sirius, Sirius, what are you doing in a daze? Huh? Go, go find Yicheng quickly, Ah Li, Ah Li, he is injured, with so much blood, Ah Li must be in pain. Both I, it's my fault, I..."

Zhi Ming looked at his hands, which were covered with Murongli's blood, trembling even more.

It was me, I killed A Li...A Li, it's me who is like this now...What to do, what to do, A Li, shed a lot of blood...

"what……!"

The unsuspecting Zhi Ming yelled out, then looked at the weak Murongli on the ground, and pulled him into his arms. The two just sat on the ground like this. No matter the two sides are still fighting, Zhi Ming only has two thoughts in his mind. One word, Ah Li.

What kind of place, what kind of Yuxiu, what kind of world, go to death.

He only wanted his A Li, and he obviously only wanted to get along well with A Li from the very beginning.

Why, why did it become like this?

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty, I know your Majesty's admiration for me all these years...cough. In fact, my Majesty also..."

Murongli hesitated for a while but still didn't continue to speak. After coughing a few more times, his consciousness became more and more blurred, and Zhiming in front of him almost couldn't see clearly.

"A Li, don't...don't, A Li. Don't..."

Zhi Ming looked at Murong Li whose eyes were starting to loosen and knew that he should be...

"sorry."

Murongli originally wanted to hold Zhi Ming's hand for the last time, but unfortunately he let go before he touched it...

Zhi Ming quickly caught the falling hand, and held it tightly in his palm. Tears flowed out disobediently, but he didn't care. He just looked at Murong Li's smiling face, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up. .

"A Li, this king... finally saw you... smiled."

After finishing speaking, Zhiming also fainted because of excessive sadness, Sirius saw that the situation was not good, so he asked people to send the two of them back to the place where Yuzhao was staying in Guan.Then go to the battlefield alone.

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【Memories from Sirius】

The battle lasted for more than half a month, and in the end, Xunsu lost to Tianquan. Although Tianquan did not win easily, at last, when there were [-] soldiers left, Xunsu was defeated.

Yuxuan didn't want to surrender, and would rather die for the country than linger in Tianquan, but he also fulfilled Yuxuan's wish.

It's just that Wang Shang was in a coma for three months, and spent every day in nightmares.

After the battle, Sirius buried Murong Li with the etiquette of Tianquan Lantai Order. He thought that if the king knew, he would be happy.

Before the burial, Sirius changed Murong Li into clean clothes, and accidentally dropped a letter, the contents of which shocked Sirius.

"Sirius, if you see a letter written, it proves that I am dead.

Don't be surprised why this letter is written to you, because I know Zhi Ming, and I'm not here, his letter will definitely be handed over to you.You should be thinking, if it was my letter, he would definitely not ignore it.But the letter was not signed, and I changed the handwriting, so he couldn't read it, so naturally he didn't want to read it voluntarily.The reason for writing this letter is to hope that you can do me a favor.Rang Zhiming, don't think about me anymore... Another piece of paper in the envelope is the method.You will find the materials written in Xiangxutai.I don't ask you to believe me, I just ask him to live a good life. --hide"

He came to Xiangxu Terrace according to what was said in the letter, and found two porcelain bottles, one containing Murongli's blood, and the other containing a pill.

He opened another letter in the envelope.

"Wangqingwan.Drink the medicine with the blood of the lover of the person who takes the medicine, and then you can forget all the memories about this person.If blood is seen, the efficacy of the medicine is abolished. 』

He didn't expect such medicine to exist in this world, but when he thought about the situation on the day of the war, he felt that what Murong Li said was right, if the king had forgotten him, maybe he would be able to live a better life.

Taking advantage of Zhiming's coma, he fed the pill and the bottle of blood to Zhiming.

Sirius looked at the sleeping Zhi Ming, his nose felt a little sore.

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Another half year.

"This king intends to follow the practice of Tianshu before. What do you ministers think about setting up a school?"

Zhi Ming sat on the throne, just like the prestige before the war.

"There is one more thing that this king wants to tell you all. This king intends to make a queen. It is the grandson of the Grand Tutor, Weng Li!"

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