(Two readers guessed the title of this chapter, and then... what can I do... I can only write it like this and turn around silently.)

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The Qin official was a woman with a bright look, bright eyes, and a natural beauty.

She could drive all the Qin officials, especially those old people from Cangzhou, out of the hall with just one word. Her status in Xianyang is naturally very high and has a very old age as a childish face.

This confirmed her identity. Of course, she never thought about hiding who she was in front of Jing Jiu, otherwise why would she have to take the risk of coming here?

Looking at Zhuo Rusui flashing from behind the pillars, Bai Zao turned his head slightly and asked in confusion: "What are you doing here?"

Zhuo Rusui said listlessly: "Now you can't do anything."

Thinking of Zhuo Rusui's words, she vaguely guessed something, looked at Jing Jiu with some uncertainty and said, "Are you waiting for him?"

Jing Jiu said, "Yes."

Bai Zao was puzzled and said, "He is the emperor of Qin. Now Chu is powerless to resist. Why did he take the risk to come here?"

Jing Jiu said: "Your senior brother is a very proud person. He should be happy to come here and appreciate how I looked when I surrendered."

Bai Zao shook his head and said, "Pride does not mean you will be complacent."

Jing Jiu said: "According to my calculations, he may not be proud, but he has already taken it off."

This sentence has obvious profound meaning.

Bai Zao was silent for a while and said, "How did you guess?"

Jing Jiu said: "Deduction calculation is not guessing."

Bai Zao looked into his eyes and said, "But in the end you still miscalculated."

Zhuo Rusui nodded vigorously next to him.

Jing Jiu said: "If you don't come, or he will come, of course this is not an absolute thing."

Bai Zao thought about the argument with his senior brother in the Xianyang Palace, and was silent for a while, saying, "What do you want to do if he comes?"

Zhuo Rusui said inexplicably: "Did you invite him to dinner? Of course, he killed him."

Bai Zao glanced at him and said, "Are you sure you can kill him?"

"I'm very strong." Zhuo Rusui said: "And this is not Xianyang. He doesn't have three thousand armored soldiers to be turtle shells and will definitely die."

This sentence does not mention someone, he and Bai Zao know that even Jing Jiu is also very strong.

Bai Zao said, "Now I'm here, you can kill me."

If she was just the princess in trouble in the previous dynasty, killing her would naturally be meaningless, but if she was really just like this, why would those Qin officials listen to her?

Jing Jiu had long thought that Qin's layout in the world should be based on her and her plan. In recent years, Qin's strategy of going south should be arranged by her. Her status and role in Qin are very important, so killing her or threatening the White Emperor with her will have meaning for Chu.

But he didn't say anything or take action.

"I said at the beginning that since you are here, it's over."

Zhuo Rusui said annoyedly: "Although I was in seclusion at the top of Tianguang Peak, I also know the relationship between you. How could he kill you?"

Whether it is a lady in the boudoir or a fairy-like monk, you will often feel a little displeased or embarrassed when you hear this kind of discussion.

Bai Zao was happy, and secretly extended a thumb to Zhuo Rusui to express his appreciation.

Looking at the onion-like finger, Zhuo Rusui became more helpless and turned to Jing Jiu and said, "I have been killing people outside these years. You are in power in Chu State. Two people are dealing with two. No matter how you look at it, it's very confusing. But now your country is about to perish and I am getting older here. What should I do next?"

Jing Jiu thought for a while and said, "I didn't think it through either."

Zhuo Rusui said: "Look at it now, your plan is wrong. At least there is not enough time to prove it. I have to do it my own way."

After saying this, he turned around and walked out of the hall. The breeze blew the empty sleeves and hair, and there were several white hairs inside.

Zhuo Rusui's figure disappeared into the morning light, and the palace was quiet for a moment.

Bai Zao walked to Jing Jiu, looked at his eyes and asked, "What does the trick he said mean?"

Jing Jiu said: "You are so smart, you should be able to guess."

The people who know you best are often not your lover or all enemies, but those who are qualified to be your opponent.

In the illusion of Qingtianjian, the first person who guessed Jing Jiu's thoughts and had the ability to stop him from practicing this idea was Tong Yan.

That year, Jing Jiu would rather give Cangzhou to Qin than kill Tongyan, so he would have to fight for more time.

He fought for ten years, but unfortunately he still failed.

Bai Zao showed an incredible look and said, "Do you want to break the realm here?"

Jing Jiu didn't say anything and turned around and walked towards the back of the hall.

Bai Zao followed behind him and said, "This is an impossible thing... Even if you are a peerless genius and are unwilling to take the ordinary path, rules are rules."

Jing Jiu still didn't say anything, so he came to the bedroom, took off his hair tie, sat on the couch, and took out a few pieces of paper.

The black hair dissipated like a waterfall, forming a sharp contrast with the snow-like white paper.

Bai Zao looked at the scene, smiled slightly, sat on the couch, and said, "No matter what you think, I won in the end."

Jing Jiu looked into her eyes and said calmly: "It may not be."

Bai Zao felt his face hot, but he bravely did not avoid his eyes.

Many, many years ago, when he and she were two or three years old, they met on this couch.

Now that they are all big, the couch naturally becomes much smaller, and they are right in front of each other, and they are really close to each other.

Jing Jiu handed over the paper in his hand and said, "My conditions."

Bai Zao didn't take the paper, but just looked at his face, suppressed his shame and said, "I will listen to you."

It was not the winner who showed off her tolerance, but she knew that Jing Jiu naturally decided to surrender and would definitely not put forward too harsh conditions.

She explained to herself in her heart.

The blue birds on the branches outside the window had already turned around and looked into the distance.

In an inconspicuous store warehouse, Zhuo Rusui was cutting his hair, twisting his hair into a very messy and short manner, and then began to carefully install an iron arm for himself.

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The peace talks ended soon because Qin agreed to most of the conditions for Chu, but since it was a surrender, those conditions were just trivial matters.

The country's name must be changed, the army must be dispersed and reorganized, and the capital of Chu will be changed to the Nandu and will be guarded by the Cangzhou Army.

King Jing was named King of Southern and might live in the palace.

The real benefits that Chu State gained were taxes, legal jurisdiction, etc., that is, the benefits belonged to the people.

In the name of the cruelty of Emperor Bai, it was already very difficult for negotiations to achieve such a result. However, when the negotiation results began to spread in the capital of Chu and beyond, it still caused great turmoil, because after all, it was a destruction of the country, which was a humiliation and pain that few people could bear.

Jing Jiu, who was named King of Linshan, became a concrete symbol of shame and was ridiculed by people all over the world.

The capital of Chu State was full of crying and scolding, and all the literati and talented people began to exert their talents, write poems, describe the grief of the destruction of the country, and the anger towards the incompetent and foolish monarch. Perhaps even themselves did not feel that behind those poems was a feeling of relief.

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Liuyun Pavilion is the most popular brothel in the capital of Chu State, and Miss Ye Yun is the most popular girl in Liuyun Pavilion.

The one who can let her stay with her must be the richest or most powerful young master.

Tonight she will accompany the prince of the Prince Cheng’s Mansion.

The prince drank a lot of wine and commented on the affairs of the government in the middle of the night, 80% of which were spent accuse the Emperor of incompetence and handing over the great country left by his ancestors.

If it were the past, even if His Majesty the Emperor had always been an idiot, lived in a deep palace and never managed to judge him like this, but now the situation is different. Everyone knows that the State of Chu is about to perish. Long live for a few more years, who would care about these trivial matters?

The prince did not forget to mention his family's kinship with Prince Jing before he got drunk.

The princes and nobles in the capital were both relatives, but according to his proud statement, his father became the prince, and was a good brother who grew up with Prince Jing. He had a close relationship. Even if Prince Jing rebelled into Qin, he did not break off contact. In the future, the new dynasty would definitely have his own place...

Miss Ye Yun looked at the sleeping prince and was silent for a long time. She suddenly took out a knife and cut off his neck directly.

Then she took out a brush, dipped it in his blood, and wrote a poem.

The poem tells the pain of the fall of the country and the hatred towards the civil and military officials of the court and the Emperor of Chu.

One of them is: "No one is a man."

The prince was killed by a prostitute. Even when the country was destroyed and the family was turned upside down, it was a major event that shocked Kyoto.

Miss Ye Yun was taken to prison. Even if that poem, especially that sentence, was soon spread in Kyoto, she could not escape the death of being executed by Ling Chi.

At this moment, a eunuch quietly entered the prison and brought her out.

The eunuch took her to leave Kyoto overnight in a carriage. After several days and nights of rapid journey, she came outside Xidaying and joined Zhao's army.

The carriage was sent directly to the Central Army tent.

The father-in-law He Zhen, wearing a black cloak, walked to the car, lifted up the curtain, and looked at the prostitute with a pale face and eyes that looked like a painting, frowned without saying a word.
To be continued...