[Zhili] Biography of the Assassin: The Dragon Has No Regrets

Under a pear tree not far from Yaoguang, which is adjacent to Tianxuan County, a team of more than a dozen people was busy copying copper-green obtuse-angled ironware in their hands.

The average age of this group of people is probably over the past [-] years. Judging from the tattered clothes, they are probably local farmers who have been oppressed by the landlords. They used to make a living by slash-and-burn farming. Since Yaoguang broke the country, their lives have passed. It's getting worse day by day.

"Brother, we're almost there. I saw the coffin board of our king." One of the thin men pointed to the gold-painted board in the ground and shouted.

"What are you talking about, shut up!"

The burly man with a beard grabbed the thin man's skirt, pushed him down on the ground and knelt down, and said angrily, "Kowtow three times to our lord."

The thin man also felt that he had made a slip of the tongue, so he knelt down and kowtowed a few times without saying a word. When he kowtowed for the third time, he found that there seemed to be something moving inside.

It was rustling, as if something was making a faint noise.

The thin man was slightly stunned, knelt on his knees and moved forward a few steps. At this moment, the crimson coffin board painted with gold was suddenly kicked away from the inside with his feet. The man straightened up and opened his eyes suddenly, but his eyes were stung by the dazzling light in front of him.

Han Dongli rubbed his eyes and stretched by the way.

"You are, grave robbers?" Han Dongli opened his sleepy eyes, and it took him a long time to see clearly the group of people standing in front of him, looking at the weapons in their hands, and asked suspiciously.

The group of people didn't make a sound, nor did they run away in fright, instead they just froze in place.

"We...we are indeed robbing the tomb, and we are robbing your tomb, the lord, because we really have no rations to eat, we deserve what we deserve, and we ask the lord to come down." The strong man with a beard knelt On the ground, I wiped my tears.

"You guys, this weapon is a little too low. I said why I haven't dug out my uncle for so long. I'm almost suffocated in it. Director Zhang from the props team must have embezzled the crew again this time." Expenses."

Han Dongli looked at the serious faces of the group of them, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Everyone is an actor. If Han Dongli can be a judge of the Golden Horse Award one day, he will definitely give this group of people a Golden Horse Best Actor.

"My lord, we are stupid and stupid, and we don't understand what the lord means." The strong man with a beard replied tremblingly.

Han Dongli looked puzzled, "Brothers, are you too involved in the drama?" With long hair and tattered ancient costumes, and a lot of soot on their faces, it's no wonder they couldn't walk too deep Out.

When the farmers heard this, they were all terrified like something. Not only did they not stop their movements, but they kowtowed even more.

When Han Dongli saw this scene, black lines fell on his face, and he said in his heart, I'm sure, a group of extras don't need to work so hard.

"That's all right, all right, I'll ask Director Li to add chicken legs to you at noon later, everyone get up." Han Dongli walked over, pulled them up and stood there, then turned his head and yelled into the distance: "Director Li, you can get stuck!"

The only ones who responded to him were a few blue-throated robins flying across the mountains and forests in the distance. Han Dongli swallowed his saliva, and suddenly looked up to the sky and screamed: "Director Li, I haven't eaten yet, I'm going to starve to death." Already!"

"I'm starving to death..."

"Dead..."

"People..."

"It's..."

"..."

After a period of silence, Han Dongli only realized later.

"Damn, I can't wear it!"

"I'm afraid I'm dreaming."

Han Dongli sat back in the coffin dowry again, looking at the sky hopelessly.

What the hell, he remembered that he obviously hadn't done anything, and suddenly he woke up and lay in the coffin lid, so bad luck.

Wait, did he miss some detail, a crucial detail.

It seems that guy Tang Ming brought me here. Damn, didn’t I find out about his cheating? It is necessary to take such a ruthless revenge on myself and let myself go through this strange and birdy place alone. No shit world?

At this moment, a lump of bird feces with pus and blood suddenly fell from the sky, landed on Han Dongli's smooth, fat-like nose, and then slowly flowed down his straight nose into his mouth.

"..."

Han Dongli: "Well, you should bury me quickly."

People are like iron, rice is steel, and Han Dongli would be so hungry if he didn't eat a meal, he staggered on the street with his arms behind his back, at this moment, Han Dongli's eyes were sunken inward, and his whole body People are becoming more and more lifeless and hopeless.

Just now he learned from those peasants who robbed the tomb that they were the survivors of Yaoguang, and he was the former lord of Yaoguang.

"Then who owns Yaoguang now?" Han Dongli frowned slightly and asked quickly.

"Destroyed by Tianquan, it should be included in the Tianquan territory map. After Tianquan King captured Yaoguang, he unified the world. Now every inch of land in the entire Juntian Continent is Tianquan's territory."

The king of Tianquan, Shang Zhiming, became the sole ruler of Juntian Continent, and also became the co-lord of the world.

That year, swords and swords met with short blades, their old lord was dressed in fiery red clothes, with blood dripping from his chest and fell straight down under the pear tree, but the corners of his mouth still had a coquettish and piercing smile.

According to folklore, it was Zhiming, the king of Tianquan, who personally killed Yaoguang's Li Zhu.

Hearing this, Han Dongli's heart skipped a beat.

He, Han Dongli, has been a bitch in this world for three years. He finally became famous all over the country with a costume drama. Before he had time to enjoy a few days of happy life, he actually wore it to death like in the drama. On the body of the lord of a country, and he died so miserably!

Could this be the legendary reincarnation of heaven, karma?

But it was obviously that scumbag Tang Ming who did the wrong thing, he didn't do anything, why did he bear all this for Tang Ming!

At the same time, what he didn't understand the most was why the king of heaven and power suddenly attacked Yaoguang. Could it be that the Lizhu of Yaoguang had provoked him before and ate his rice? !

Han Dongli sighed helplessly, feeling that the road ahead was gloomy, he raised his eyes to glance at the distant scene, and stopped walking.

The market was buzzing with people, and it was the first time when the lanterns came on. Men and women in brocade clothes held paper lanterns of different shapes in their hands, and Han Dongli walked past one after another, and then walked towards the other side of the bridge.

Han Dongli didn't stop, he raised his foot and silently followed the crowd, and walked to the other side of the bridge.

"Smudged Willow Painting Bridge, Wind Curtain and Emerald Curtain, Xiaopang, what time is it today, it's so lively!" Zhi Ming held an ivory folding fan, and wore a high-quality suet jade pendant on his waist, walking in the crowded long street with great interest. On the street, look left and look right, for fear of missing something new.

He and Xiaopang walked side by side, with a sense of tacit understanding. Originally, servants should follow behind nobles, but Zhi Ming has always disliked these rules. The down rules fell on deaf ears.

"My lord, today is the Lantern Festival, and the Lantern Festival here in Yaoguang is so lively!" Xiaopang replied in a ditzy way.

Zhi Ming was surprised, "The Lantern Festival is here, so what kind of activities are usually held here?"

"Yaoguang holds the Lantern Festival at this time every year. Generally, the decorations on the lampshades are mainly Yuqiong flowers and pear flowers. The intention is to pray for the loved ones in their hearts. I hope that the other party will live forever." Xiao Xiao Pang praised, his eyes were full of admiration.

Xiaopang said in a self-conscious manner, but he didn't notice the darkening face of His Majesty beside him at all, but he was still complacent about the knowledge he had uttered.

"A Li once said that he was the best at guessing lantern riddles when he was a child. It turned out that he was so good at guessing other people's minds and planning the situation in the early morning that the people in the world thought that I was the heart of the Shang Dynasty who killed me for the throne. Friends for many years."

Zhiming shook his head, smiled coldly, and after Youyou said these words, he patted Xiaopang on the shoulder, "Let me go and guess a few lanterns and come back."

Han Dongli walked to a row of exquisitely crafted glazed lanterns, and stopped to look at them again and again.

The candlelight flickers in the lantern, but the dim light seems to outline a stunning face. The slightly coiled black hair fits on both sides of the temples like hanging clouds. The eyes are full of spring water and green waves, looking forward and flowing, blurring everything around, but only the reflection The young and shy face under the candlelight confused the years and the floating life.

Under the closed city of vermilion, the armor of broken halberds was betrayed everywhere, and the bright red clothes were trampled by the wet and cold rain. Yu Lengxiao, who was dressed in Yaoguang royal robes and had not hidden the sword in his arms, exuded a fierce cold light. The moody Xiao Shi smiled, and met the eyes of the man in the crimson robe who was riding on the war horse with a stern look, and made a three-day agreement.

Three days later, if the people of Yaoguang want to stay or leave, the power of heaven cannot be stopped, and my life, Murongli, belongs to the king of heaven.

"My lord, do you want to guess the lantern riddles?"

"Ah?" Han Dongli was drawn back to reality by these words, subconsciously pursed his lips, and said hesitantly, "I can't guess."

The scene just now is obviously something he has never experienced before, but why is it so clear in his mind.

"Hey, my lord, don't you want to talk such nonsense. You can't match the poems that a three-year-old child can match? But the attire of your lord seems to be from the Western Regions, so I will give you a simple one. "The wretch smiled, pointing to a high-hanging lantern beside him. "If you can match the next sentence of this poem, I will give this lantern to you."

Han Dong was overjoyed, nodded, and stretched out his hand to slowly unfold the rolled note hanging under the lantern. When he saw the words on it, he couldn't help but lighten his expression.

"Suddenly like a spring breeze overnight, let me think about the next sentence. It seems to be written by a famous poet from the Tang Dynasty or the Song Dynasty..." Han Dongli patted his head, his small face wrinkled into a ball, as if he was a little Can't remember.

He, Han Dongli, is still a college graduate, and he was still studying liberal arts in middle school, so why did he forget the ancient poems in his Chinese textbooks so completely.

"Don't guess, don't guess anymore, my mind is almost tied up." Han Dongli waved his hands and raised his feet to leave.

"Then I will remind young master that this is related to the flower that the Holy Majesty likes the most today." The peddler smiled and asked to stay.He didn't believe that this young man couldn't answer such a simple sentence.

Han Dongli's footsteps froze when he heard the words, an old man likes flowers?It's really strange, these ancient people are elegant, unlike their modern people, who laugh and laugh with their mobile phones all day long, check Weibo and read jokes, eat and sleep all day long, and work hard for their livelihoods by the way.

He, Han Dongli, was such a person in his previous life.

"There are so many pear trees in Yaoguang City, but none of those pear trees were cut down after the death of the old lord. Doesn't the current sage like pear blossoms?" Han Dongli scratched his head and said thoughtfully.

Zhiming stopped in his footsteps, his eyes trembled slightly, and he felt a little apprehensive.

On the night after A Li's death, the first snow fell in Yaoguang County. Since then, Yaoguang's pavilions, terraces and tile pavilions have been covered with snow all day long, but it was rare to see a clear sky a few days ago. Could this be a sign...

He is back.

"Thousands of trees, pear blossoms." Han Dongli said it as a matter of course.

The author has something to say:

My little Lili is finally back, alas, I'm still not suitable for writing novels [Tan Shou]

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