Colleagues of Zhang Liang [comprehensive] Mu Liangqing

Zhang Liang nodded solemnly, "Liang's intelligence is less than half that of the ninth son. If South Korea loses such a capable person, it will be a disaster!"

Donghuang Shi Moran raised his hand on the window frame, like a white crane that saw the world of mortals clearly, "The fate of a country is nothing more than two. Annex other countries, or be annexed by other countries. South Korea is no exception. To me, it makes no difference .”

Zhang Liang leaned forward, "But the ninth son was born in the royal family, and the fate of South Korea is closely related to him."

Donghuang Shi said slowly: "That's his business."

Zhang Liang was slightly taken aback, "Don't you care about his life or death?"

Donghuang Shi chuckled, "Why should I care?" In his eyes, Han Fei was just a nodding acquaintance, not a friend.

Zhang Liang didn't take it seriously, after all, Han Fei was the only one who approached the Nine Bell Tower as a guest.He was also the only one who made Donghuang Shi willingly hand over Xuanyuan Sword.To put it bluntly, Dong Huang Shi was so indifferent because he felt that Xuanyuan Sword was more important than Han Fei.

So he slowed down his speech and said firmly: "People in the world say that if you get a treasured sword, you are like a close friend. Mr. Xuanyuan Sword has been treasured by your side all year round, and you must cherish it very much. If you can give it to the Ninth Young Master with confidence, then in your eyes, it is natural. I think he is a person worthy of entrustment. But now that Brother Han has been convicted and Xuanyuan Sword will fall into Ji Wuye's hands, don't you feel heartbroken?"

These words just hit Donghuang Shi's heart.

The hand holding the teacup loosened for a moment, then regained his firm posture and said, "Ji Wuye is a century-old strong general in Korea, and he is also a talent."

Zhang Liang hated every compliment word An Zai had on Ji Wuye, such as "talent", "capability", and "virtue", his face darkened, "But he is greedy, and he is already a general under one person and above ten thousand, but Still not satisfied."

Donghuang Shi chuckled, "It sounds like you two are rivals."

Nature is a deadly enemy, regardless of public or private. "Since ancient times, loyalty and villainy have been incompatible."

There is no loyalty or treachery in Donghuang Shi's eyes. No matter who the king is, he can live comfortably and peacefully without mixing any muddy water.

"King Han is fatuous and incompetent, so it would be nice for Ji Wuye to replace him."

These words made Zhang Liang's brows furrowed deeply, and a small fire ignited in his heart, "What do you mean, sir? A thief commits a crime, and treats the family and the country as nothing. Doing this is against the law of nature. Sir, you think it's 'good'?"

Donghuang Shi's expression was covered by a mask, but he couldn't stop his complacency at all, "It's just a different person calling the king. For the common people, life will not be different."

Regarding this, Zhang Liang absolutely disagreed, "It would be fine if it were a Ming lord. But Ji Wuye is a wolf with ambition and cruel means. How can South Korea be peaceful if it falls into the hands of such a person?"

Donghuangshi has experienced many things, and the years have carved marks on his head, resulting in his thoughts are always very moderate, neither completely good nor bad.

Donghuang Shi still said that - "A bad subject may not necessarily be a bad king."

Zhang Liang's eyes were sharp, "A wise man is a king, he regards the people as water, and he is a fish. Fish and water are inseparable and complement each other. But a violent man is a king, but he regards the people as fish and himself as a net. He only wants to hunt and kill, and collect money for pleasure." Ji Wuye is now the latter, and after he has more power, is he still willing to let go?"

Every argument of Donghuang Shi was overthrown by Zhang Liang one by one before it could hold water.On the one hand, it made him feel very uncomfortable that he didn't get back a single city. On the other hand, it can indeed be seen that Zhang Liang's talent is extraordinary.So he opened his mouth and made a false move: "At least for now, he has more commanding talents than Han Fei."

Zhang Liang rolled his eyes, and stabbed at the other person's sore spot, "Since that's the case, why didn't Mister give him the Xuanyuan Sword, but gave it to the Ninth Young Master who doesn't know martial arts?"

This time, Donghuang Shi didn't answer, and there was no point to stand on.In other words, he was really convinced by this rebuttal.

Zhang Liang's eyes flickered slightly, but his expression didn't change. He further said, "A sword is like walking. If it doesn't fit your feet, no matter how expensive the cost is, it will be uncomfortable to wear. In the eyes of the master, why don't you think so?"

A lark stopped on the window shed, tilted its head to look left and right, was curious for a while, found it meaningless, and then flapped its wings and flew away.

Donghuang Shi's voice became ethereal, and he sighed in dismay: "A sharp sword is to a swordsman...a man is like his sword, and a sword is like his man..."

Zhang Liang saw that Donghuang Shi did not refute any more, so he stood up, bent his waist low, and beckoned, "Now the ninth son is in trouble, and he retreats again and again. Mr. is generous, and he is a man of righteousness. Please reach out Help and return his innocence!"

Donghuang Shi withdrew his eyes from looking at the scenery, picked up the teapot, and filled Zhang Liang's cup, "Drink tea."

Zhang Liang raised his head, looked at the steaming teacup, picked it up calmly and drank it down in one gulp.In the end, he raised the teapot to his mouth and drank all the tea.

He has never been so rude, but in order to force Donghuangshi to make a decision, he has to be rude.

Alright, there's no more tea to eat now, let's see how Dong Huang Shi can delay time?

Donghuang Shi looked at him, then at his empty cup, and was momentarily stunned.

The tea was boiling hot, her lips were burned red, and she bowed deeply, bowing her hands and saluting, "I implore you, sir, to save Jiu Gongzi and Xuanyuanjian."

There was a drop of water hanging on the spout, which was crystal clear, and it fell onto the table with a crisp sound.The mountain wind brought a leaf over, fluttered down on the crossbar of the window, stopped for a moment, and then floated to a farther place.

It was "also save Xuanyuanjian", not "also save the people of South Korea". He knew that in the eyes of Donghuang Shi, fame, wealth and power were like feathers on white snow, not worth mentioning.South Korea's change of king did not affect him at all. Even if the country was destroyed, he would at most stand on the city wall and sigh with emotion at the beacon fire.After a while, he is still famous all over the world with the treasure of the town building of the Nine Bell Tower.

Therefore, the alluring treasure of the Nine Bell Tower is the most important thing in his heart.

Every sentence Zhang Liang said has been considered, and he is not blindly wearing a high hat, otherwise it will be self-defeating, and it will be annoying.

There was silence in the room for a moment, and it was broken by Donghuang Shi's big laugh.

"Hahaha! Zhang Zifang, you are so eloquent! I finally know why Han Fei never leaves you." Turning the empty teacup in his hand leisurely, he fixedly looked at Zhang Liang, "He really can't leave you. "

Zhang Liang's brows loosened, his chest seemed to turn around, and the fist in his sleeve finally let go.He solemnly bowed to him, choked up and said:

"Thank you sir!"

After a long time, Donghuang Shi asked Zhang Liang if he knew why he gave the Xuanyuan Sword to Han Fei.

Zhang Liang shook his head, half guessing: "Because Brother Han gave you three kits?"

Donghuang Shi laughed: "A stranger who doesn't know the details gave you a kit and asked you for the treasure of your heart. Will you agree?"

Zhang Liang was puzzled, "...that's it?"

Donghuang Shi said: "Because of what he said - it is possible to start over the game of chess, but not in life. Before frustration becomes regret, it is necessary to deal with it early." Then he looked at Zhang Liang, "Life Only once, so he cherishes you even more."

Of course, this is a follow-up.

On that day, Dong Huangshi agreed to enter the palace to testify.Zhang Liang asked him if he had a token to enter the palace, if not, he could ask Zhang Kaidi to borrow it.Donghuang Shi said:

"Without that thing, the guards at the palace gate wouldn't dare to stop me."

Zhang Liang was taken aback—what kind of relationship does this Eastern Emperor Shi have with the Han Palace?

.......The dividing line of lip service......

Donghuang Shi was a slow person, and said that it was too late to go on the road, so he ordered the servants to prepare horses and sedan chairs, and set off at dawn tomorrow.Zhang Liang didn't urge him either, since Donghuang Shi agreed, the big stone in his heart finally fell to the ground.

He touched his hair, but found that the hairpin on his head was missing. It was a gift from Han Fei, and he had been with him for ten years, so he must get it back.Presumably it was dropped yesterday when I staggered at the door, so I took the lantern and went out to look for it.

As soon as he opened the door, he ran into Wei Qi who was guarding the stone lion.

Zhang Liang's eyebrows turned cold, he ignored it, stretched the lantern forward, lifted the hem of his clothes and stepped out of the threshold, searching carefully on the stone bricks.

Wei Qi stopped him, "Are you looking for something?"

Zhang Liang reluctantly gave a "hmm".

Wei Qi took out something from his bosom, "Is it this?"

Zhang Liang was surprised, looking back, it really was the white jade hairpin.Raising his hand to take it, his tone was not as gentle as before, "Why are you there?"

Wei Qi was a little embarrassed, and said: "Yesterday you accidentally dropped it, I picked it up."

Zhang Liang sneered, "And then?"

Wei Qi muffled: "I'll wait here."

"I didn't go in to look for me, are you worried that I might lose something?"

Wei Qi bowed his head and didn't make a sound.

Zhang Liang stared straight at him, eyes full of ice.After a while, he spit out two words: "Thank you."

Distant and unfamiliar.

Words without emotion immediately drifted into the night.

Wei Qi's fingers trembled, as if he was holding back something.

Zhang Liang didn't stay any longer, turned around and stepped into the threshold, but someone suddenly grabbed his arm.

"and many more!"

Zhang Liang didn't look back, but raised his head slightly, looking at the sky, his throat suddenly choked up: "What else is there?"

Wei Qi seemed to compromise, and took a small step forward, approaching him, "Zifang, I have something to tell you."

finally!There is no deliberate suppression of the voice, and the voice is no longer as thick as a whetstone, even if it is low.

It was very quiet that night, the mountains and forests were empty and there was no sound.

Hearing the call of "Ovary", Zhang Liang only felt that his whole heart was filled.The eye sockets were warm, and the pretended toughness was instantly shattered.

"...Brother Yan, you finally admit me."

At first, Ximen Yan only wanted to find an inconspicuous master, to be a secret guard and spend the rest of his life.By chance, Han Fei met Han Fei in Sanghai, Han Fei was very strange, there was always laziness and confidence between his brows.The two things that are out of reach are fully reflected in him.After inquiring, I learned that he is Korean.Because of Zhang Liang, he always felt that Koreans were very kind.

Later, when Han Fei brought him back to China, he found out that Han Fei and Zhang Liang were old friends.So I pretended not to know each other and never knew each other.

Beside the Qushui, the two stood side by side under the maple tree.

"I took off my disguise today, and I want to tell you two things." Ximen Yan lowered his eyes, looking at the flowing mountain stream, with a vicissitudes of voice.

Zhang Liang looked at him expectantly, with a sweet smile on his lips, "All ears."

With a dignified expression, Ximen Yan raised his hand to the back of his head and took off the black iron mask.The long-lost face gradually appeared under the moonlight, the cheeks were chiseled by knives and axes, arrogant and domineering, thin lips, straight nose bridge, indifferent eyes, although there were many traces of time, but still Zhang Liang was ordinary. The face in the dream.

Except for the extra "prisoner" on the cheek.

Zhang Liang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his heart was slammed—this is... tattoo punishment!

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