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"Your Highness, Xu Bochuan led his troops to the north and has arrived in Ningdu."

Thirteen looked at the secret letter in his hand, his eyes were no less perplexed than Wuming, the army came out from the Eastern Capital, but headed towards Ningdu, Xu Bochuan is not a fool, he should understand the rough roads during this period, the attrition of soldiers and horses and other things.

Xu Borong sat obliquely, the mahogany inlaid mother-of-pearl under his body was padded with a layer of soft cushions, but he was not sitting comfortably, after listening to Shisan's words, his brows frowned slightly and his first reaction was to move.

"Your Highness?"

Seeing that Xu Borong didn't reply for a long time, Shisan tentatively called him.

"Who is the celebrity next to Xu Bochuan?"

"Zhao Qing."

"Ningdu people?"

"Yes."

Shisan came to a sudden, could it be that Mr. Zhao wanted to return home?

"It's just that Xu Bochuan is such an ignorant person?"

"He is not stupid, but someone wants him to be stupid."

Yue Zhi who was sitting beside Xu Borong suddenly spoke, his eyes were as sharp as a sword.

"What do you mean by that?"

Wuming is holding his agate hand stove, his small body is wrapped in a crimson fox fur jacket, he only looks at the wisp of green smoke on the three-legged gilt incense burner.

"Then Zhao Qing is also a warlock."

He sighed, and Thirteen was puzzled.

"But you're not the only one with good spells in this world?"

"Everything in the world has only a beginning and an end, and there has never been a unique one."

Xu Borong also said

"Success is impossible to live in. Most of the time, it is actually success without life. The spell is against the destiny, so most of the warlocks observe it, but like Wuming who dares to gamble with his life, he is indeed the only one in this world. .”

"So what benefit did Zhao Qing give Xu Bochuan?"

"He? Huh!"

Nameless disdain.

"Who is he who dares to pretend to be a warlock?"

"You are deeply resentful towards him."

"Wu Ming, did he use you as a cover?"

Thirteen Difficulties were smart once, Wuming looked at him with a dark face.

It seems to be right.

"Wu Ming, when did you get hunted down?"

Xu Borong was probably a little tired, he yawned several times, showing a little uneasiness on Shisan's face.

"In a few days."

Xu Borong pursed his lips, and suddenly smiled.

Wuming said, and slowly got up to change a stick of incense. The smell of this incense was a bit pungent. Shisan touched the tip of his nose and disappeared in a flash after receiving Xu Borong's order to let him leave.

"How many days do I have?"

Xu Borong asked.

"I don't know."

Wuming's voice was dull, and he really didn't want to give Xu Borong any hope.

The rogues Qi Ye summoned were not comparable to ordinary rogues, Xu Borong knew this all along, he came this time to solve this matter.

He stood up slowly, the white flowing cloud embroidered edge on the black gown was faintly red, and the color of his robe became darker.

"Why do you want to prevent disaster for him?"

"I owe him."

He was still able to stay awake when he spoke, but Wuming knew that he was seriously injured when he looked at his protruding cheeks.

I don't know how he could still pretend that nothing happened when he was rescued from the ruins that day.

"It hurts your heart and lungs, you can't live."

Wuming intended to scare him that day, but he just acted as if he hadn’t heard it, acting as if it never boiled. Wuming was helpless but also wanted to heal his wounds, but he didn’t know until the next day when he saw that his improvement was fading. This man gave up his fate on his own initiative.

"Jiang Liuju has always disdained people like Qi Ye, but he sent his retainers here. Firstly, he wanted to get rid of himself when the Dongchuang incident happened. Secondly, it was probably because the more stubborn he was, if I didn't die, the more stubborn I would be, I wouldn't be able to live."

"I do not understand you."

Probably because he is no longer a person, and if he is not a person, he doesn't have much emotion. Wuming himself is still on the boundary between life and death, and he has a clear view of Xu Borong's imminent death.

"I don't need anyone to understand me."

Xu Borong lifted his sleeves.

"When did you think of getting more persistent?"

Seeing his movements, Wuming knew that he must be thinking more and more persistently, if not for this, he would not be so dull.

Xu Borong has lived a tiring life all his life, but he always has the innocence of idle clouds and wild cranes.

"According to the fate, when the Xigu Pavilion collapsed, Yuezhi should die. If he died, you should think of him, but he prevented his disaster, so now he is still him, but you have returned to the old you."

"What's the difference between then and now?"

Xu Borong asked.

"It's all about love."

The room fell silent for a moment, a strange and pungent smell filled the whole room, Shisan broke through the door, Xu Borong closed his eyes as if anticipating the future.

"Xu Bochuan is not a waste after all."

Before Shisan could speak, Xu Borong laughed.

"Your Highness knows?"

"You are so anxious, anyone should have guessed."

Thirteen didn't know how uncomfortable Xu Borong was, so he was still excited, Xu Borong smiled shallowly.

"Pretend to lead troops northward, and use Zhao Qing as a bait to attract everyone's attention."

"But Qiye won't be unprepared."

"Have you forgotten the purpose of his banquet?"

Xu Borong got up, Shisan hurriedly put the fox-collar cloak on her body, Xu Borong closed the cloak, Shisan saw that he was going out, but when he opened the door, it was bitingly cold, and the breath formed in the air was thin Wuming handed the hand stove to Xu Borong, since he didn't need it anyway.

"It seems that I am very delicate."

Nameless rolled his eyes secretly.

Xu Borong was injured and could only take the sedan chair, but they were stopped before they reached the Xigu Pavilion. Shisan opened the sedan chair curtain and saw a ferocious soldier who looked like a man waving a machete in his hand and looked extremely unfriendly.

"Let them go."

The speaker was Ye He, Ye He didn't know Shisan, but Xu Borong recognized him, and he knew it as soon as Shisan opened the sedan chair curtain.

"master."

He lowered his head, but Xu Borong didn't even look at him.

"Why are you so mean?"

Wuming talked a lot, Shisan couldn't hold back and knocked him with a long sword, Wuming screamed uncomfortably, and the outside of the sedan chair also had drooping eyes.

He didn't know Wuming, so he only thought it was the next undertaking.

The collapse of Xigu Pavilion did not affect today's excitement, and the tone of the big red was the upcoming killing.

"Actually, you don't have to come."

Xu Borong shook his head.

"I think there's something to tell him."

He counted the time.

"Qiye is nothing more than rebellion under the banner of supporting the righteous way. As long as Jiang Liuju doesn't show up, I will be known as the king here."

"You are really ridiculous. Not only did you come to seek death, but you also wanted to die in a place where you were overjoyed."

Wuming teased him, but Shisan suddenly looked at the two in fear.

"What's dead?"

"nameless."

Wuming wiped it from his sleeve, and the thick fog dispersed, Shisan fainted on the ground, Shisan didn't know Xu Borong's plan before.

"You have no friendship, throw him here."

The music played a hundred birds facing the phoenix, and the dragon and the phoenix showing auspiciousness. Wuming suddenly felt ear-piercing when he heard the sound of the suona, and looked at Xu Borong, his eyes had already fallen elsewhere.

"Do you really think that Yue Zhi will cover his head?"

Wuming did not know that Xu Borong had already walked over, Qiye was a little surprised, but stopped his subordinates, he looked at Xu Borong with great interest, and watched Xu Borong approaching Yue Zhi step by step, when he was about to speak, "Yue Zhi" suddenly Raised the dagger in his hand.

The knife entered his heart, Wuming turned his face away, only guessing in his heart that Xu Borong probably knew that it was not Yuezhuan.

Probably because of Xu Borong's death, those intermittent memories finally came back.

Yue insisted on leaving, but the eighteen copper locks made it difficult for him to move.

Whether it was a fight or a war, he pretended not to hear.

When he saw Tian Guang again, he heard that Qi Ye was defeated, and it was also Xu Bochuan's internal support, who combined the internal and external forces to end the den of thieves.

But these are not important anymore, because Wuming and Shisan came in mourning and sackcloth.

He closed the door and refused to come out no matter what Wuming called him.

Wuming smashed the door because Xu Borong's body was rotten.

He didn't look, and he didn't want to.

The thirteen long swords almost pierced his heart but they were stopped.

In the end he left, taking only Xu Borong's coffin and ashes with him.

It's getting quieter.

Thinking about it carefully, he has only lived for Xu Borong in this life, and he has done it. At least after Xu Borong's death, he really can't think of another person who is worthy of his concern.

"One life is worth one life, it's fair."

Shisan said this before leaving, Yue Zhi knew that Shisan was the one who hated him the most, but he didn't say much, just a look was enough.

"fair?"

What is fair?

Yue Zhi really couldn't figure it out.

"Guyuan? Xu Borong?"

Has this person ever loved him once in his life?