Purple Qi Donglai

Yu Yang wanted to raise his hand to put the broken hair on Feng Jiu's cheeks behind his ears, but he was suddenly interrupted by the sound of horse hooves, and the trace of emotion in his eyes gradually disappeared in his eyes, and he looked indifferently. Looking in the direction of the sound source,

The man pulled back the rein sharply, and the horse just stopped. The horseshoe under the soles of the feet rubbed against the blue bricks slightly, and there was a muffled sound of bronze, which was quite ear-piercing compared to the leisurely and comfortable scene in front of him.

"Yang Ye has an urgent matter to ask the prince to see him, and I hope the prince will show me some face." The man in black leaned slightly and cupped his hands, saying,

Bai Jiu's hand dropped from the black hair beside his ear to the side of his clothes, and then he glanced at Su Yu, signaling him to keep an eye on Feng Jiu,

The plain white robe slipped between Feng Jiu's fingers, and the scent of red sandalwood lingered slightly in his nostrils. For some reason, his mind was a little restless and restless.

"Director Yang came to my prince's mansion for no reason, is there something wrong?" Yu Yang glanced at Yang Ye, and then said lightly,

"My lord, why didn't you cover your face with a mask today?" Yang Ye glanced at that cold and handsome face and then said, with a hint of doubt and jealousy in his tone,

Yuyang glanced at him faintly, and then there was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth,

"I will wear it when I want to wear it, and don't wear it when I don't want to wear it. The mask was broken by this king. If Director Yang is interested, he can take it from my palace. After all, this king is never stingy. This is not an important thing to this king."

"I don't dare, the lord just laughed." Yang Ye lowered his head slightly, his eyes and tone were filled with horror.

"What's the matter with this king?" Yu Yang twirled the slender joints between his fingers slightly, with a hint of irritability in his tone.

"My lord, there is an urgent call from the Holy Spirit." Yang Ye bowed his head and said in response.

Yuyang's eyes flashed sharply, and at the same time, his original thoughts became firmer in his heart. This time, the battle in Beicheng might be tight, and he would not be so eager to summon him for no reason. This time, the battle might be a bit tricky.

Yu Yang walked around Yang Ye calmly and walked to the side of the horse, jumped lightly, jumped on the horse and pulled the rein slightly to the right, the sound of horse hooves lingered in Yang Ye's ears, looked up at the condescending man,

"If it's something this king values, even if it's a mirror, if it breaks into pieces, it's naturally my king's. If it's something worthless, even if it's painted with bright colors on the surface, this king won't take a look at it." The cold voice revealed a bit of majesty, and it came from Yang Ye's ears. The expression on his face gradually became a little stiff, and the joints in his fists also turned white, making a slight noise.

Accompanied by gusts of breeze and a long cry, the plain white figure disappeared from sight.

Yang Ye put his hands behind his back, his eyes were full of anger, and the whites of his eyes were bloodshot, he stared straight at Yuyang's leaving figure, a trace of cunning slipped in his eyes, Yuyang, if you lose, you will lose in this body Pride is on.One day you will die at my hands, don't blame me after you die, you forced me to

The whistling sound flew to the foot of the imperial city, lightly jumped off the horse and handed over the reins in the hands of the guards standing on both sides, then strode into the hall.

The man who came into view was the man in the dragon robe. If he described his relationship with Jinghua as brother-in-law, he would not agree with it. The outside is the relationship of hatred. Over the years, he has always regarded himself as a thorn in the flesh. He is obviously jealous, but in terms of military wars, he has to reuse himself. In terms of the king of a dynasty, he has been talked about by his officials. He is really sad, but he kills each other among siblings, monarchs and ministers.

The faint eyes fell into Jinghua's eyes, and both of them were silent.

"Is there something urgent to summon this king?" The flat voice drifted to my ears, without any ups and downs of emotion.

Jing Hua threw the folder in his hand aside, gently rubbing his temples with his thumbs, and a little tired look appeared on his face for a while.

"The enemy's lineup is strong this time, just the few generals alone are enough for the lonely king to eat a pot." Jing Hua's tone was a little impetuous and exhausted, and his tone also seemed a little low and hoarse.

"How long will it be before the war between the two armies?"

"When it comes to Xuandong, what are your chances of winning this time?" The slender joints tapped on the table with a slight sound.His eyes also fixed on the plain white figure.

Yu Yang gently twirled the hem of his robe with one hand, and walked towards the door. He didn't stop until the soap boots stepped out of the door.

"If this king wins, you deserve to be protected by this king for the rest of the life of the people. If this king really loses at that time, you will definitely die by your own sword and will not endanger the city. You can sit down Holding the real power and watching the world with a smile, this king also holds the sword, the gold, the iron horse and the iron horse all his life.