Yinghuazhou, Zhoucheng!

The purple wooden coffin stands horizontally in the temporary hall.

The wooden coffin is carved with exquisite patterns, and the patterns are outlined together, exuding a faint cold air, making the body of the King of Qin not damaged.

At this moment, outside the hall, there were many soldiers standing like statues, guarding here.

The sound of footsteps came out. A young scholar, with a gentle robe, gentle and gentle temperament, exuding a gentle temperament. His face was sad and his eyes were relatively swollen. When he came to the wooden coffin, he first worshiped him, and then he whispered: "In the past, Fan Wencheng came to the capital and was treated as a guest of honor."

"We traveled with each other and talked about the whole world. I never thought that this time I went to Beijing and parted with each other, it turned out to be a farewell forever."

Prime Minister Fan Wen has an ordinary appearance, but his eyes are brightest and vivid, and he is extremely sad at this moment.

"Zhuang Yuan Duke!" Chen Hou stood aside, reached out to help Fan Wencheng himself, and said comfortably: "Although Your Highness is dead, this hatred will not be forgotten. Your Majesty has issued an order to set off in advance."

"Taiping Road, Jinguang Temple, and Longhu Mountain are all necessary roads for southern tours."

"In three days, the general will come to Yinghua and chase the Marquis of Jian, and destroy Yinghua's rebel party. All of them will be presided over by the general."

"They can't escape by laying the net of heaven and earth."

"Why should I tell me such a secret with the marquis?" Fan Wencheng shook his head slightly.

"It seems that the top scholar still has no intention of becoming an official?" Chen Hou was so smart. When he heard this, he knew Fan Wencheng's attitude. He couldn't help but speak loudly: "Your Highness has given him great courtesy to the top scholar, and Your Majesty has even appointed the top scholar. The Great Zhou has great kindness to the top scholar."

"When this national crisis is the first emperor to hide in the countryside, wouldn't he be ashamed of His Highness and let the Zhou Dynasty down?"

"This is a big mistake!" An old voice sounded, and an old man, with the help of his servant, had already walked into the hall. The old man was dressed in Confucian robe meticulously, and even the most picky person could not find any problem.

His face was solemn and he did not say anything but laughed. He spoke in a deep voice and continued to preach: "The favor of the King of Qin is not more than ten golds. The Emperor of Human Resources has only been the top scholar's masterpiece, and he has to do it."

"How can you sacrifice your life for such a small favor? I can only pay a hundred times more money."

"Mr. Song tells such scoundrels." Chen Hou looked at the old man, and the momentum he had just forced him disappeared without a trace.

"I'm just playing helpless, but unfortunately everyone in the world doesn't believe it." Song Ci laughed, not ashamed, but proud, and looked at Chen Hou and said disdainfully: "My disciples and disciples are everywhere in the world."

"See if the world believes in me or you."

"Mr. Song has changed, but this was not the case in the past." Chen Hou preached coldly.

"This is my nature. When I was young, the Song family declined, and my father was unable to cheer up. The heavy burden of the Song family was on my shoulders. I traveled around the world to visit famous teachers. In order to study, I restrained my mind and spirit for ten years."

"When I have achieved success in my studies and have become a famous scholar, I can't let go of every word. I thought I could endure it, and after going up the mountain, I would pass."

"Who would have thought that my husband's reputation became more and more popular? By accident, he became a great scholar. In order to maintain his image by his disciples, I had to endure it anymore."

"Not long ago, the great scholar Chao Wenxiang from Shuzhou passed away, and I suddenly woke up. It turned out that the former commander had been killed by me in the same year."

"And I also discovered that I have achieved great success in my great aura and have even realized the future, so I no longer need to pretend."

"Now whoever sees me dares not say that I am unlucky, but that I am a real celebrity and a romantic man!"

Song Ci's old face smiled and looked at Chen Hou with a smile, and looked at Chen Hou angry.

"There is such a temperament of Song Gong who can achieve great success, which is really favored by the heavens."

Chen Hou clenched his teeth tightly, as if he was about to bite a bit of silver teeth. He felt very angry inside. Looking at the old scoundrel in front of him, there was nothing he could do.

The great aura of Haoran is already comparable to the great master of martial arts.

"Although it's a slander, I love to listen." Song Ci reached out and patted Fan Wencheng who bowed to him, and said in a caring tone: "You are my literary hope. I can only gather my literary mind and achieve limited achievements, but you have hopes to become a semi-saint or even a sub-saint."

"I can't break in this chaotic world. I'm going down the mountain this time for you and going up the mountain with me."

"What black dragon and what fortune have nothing to do with you."

"Don't refute, what the Human Emperor is planning? I ate more salt than him. How can I not know? It's just that the King of Qin died this time and wants to force you to become an official."

"You are in a state of politeness in the world. As long as you become an official, how could some old guys remain indifferent to you in order to protect you? They must make a difference. By then, they will all be pulled into the broken car of the Great Zhou."

"Mr. Song is arrogant!" Chen Hou scolded in a deep voice.

"Hmph!" Song Ci snorted coldly and said to Chen Hou indifferently: "If it were me, of course I wouldn't dare to say that, but I now represent Wen Dao. If the Human Emperor dared to force Fan Wencheng into the officialdom."

"Huangshan Lu Daihe, Qingzhou Changwending, Xiangping Sun Liang included my husband, a total of nine people set off to Beijing immediately."

"We can't beat the Human Emperor, but we committed suicide outside the capital. We should see how the Human Emperor does it?"

"Nine great scholars, disciples and disciples are everywhere in the world, and countless officials have been to counties and counties. The Great Zhou Dynasty is tyrannical, so I am afraid that it will be named in history."

"By the way, Chen Hou also needs to make a move, after all, it was Chen Hou's move."

"Shameless old thief!" Chen Hou finally couldn't bear it and cursed directly. He swayed his sleeves and left directly. He continued to stay here, afraid that he would be angry to death by this old person.

He sighed in his heart. Fan Wencheng was afraid he would have no chance to become an official.

When he walked to the door, Chen Hou suppressed his anger and walked back, looked at Song Ci and said in a deep voice: "I almost got angry with Mr. Song. Mr. Song guaranteed Fan Wencheng, but His Majesty must explain it."

Song Ci shook her head and said directly in front of Chen Hou: "It's a pity that it's just a little bit."

Looking at the face of Chen Hou's gloomy as if it was about to drip water, he continued to speak: "I heard that Xiao Shen Hou is very capable and has the ability to surpass her than her. I have a sword here, which happened to be given to Xiao Shen Hou."

Song Ci clapped his hands, but the servant outside the door came with a long sword.

"I dare not ask for this sword." When Chen Hou saw this sword, he was shocked. This sword was ordinary, but in the eyes of Shen Hou, there was a dragon energy entanglement. Even if he couldn't see it clearly, how could he be unfamiliar with the dragon energy Chen Hou.

"This is the Jiuzhou Sword. If Chen Hou doesn't want it, then give it to the Human Emperor, and the Human Emperor will understand it."

Song Ci said directly without waiting for Chen Hou to speak: "This sword comes from Taiping Road, tell the Emperor of Human Resources to visit Yi2 on the southern tour."

A guy who practices Taoism dares to compete with me. He doesn't know that I am about to gather my literary heart, but I have two hearts.
Chapter completed!