"In life, fame, fortune, ups and downs, and it is really difficult to end without regrets."

Next to the patio of the restaurant in Shanzhong, Sima Annan gently placed the folding fan in his hand on the table in front of him, then turned around and picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, moistening the slightly dry throat.

At this time, everyone was filled with a wide range of dishes. It was served by the middle-aged man while listening to books, but until now, no one has put down his chopsticks.

Not only the place where Zhao Yu and others are located, almost all the diners in the lobby feel dry mouth, their appetite has dropped greatly, and they have no intention of eating.

After Sima Annan's sigh fell, Xue Bancheng, who was listening silently, raised his head and stared at Jiang Yue beside him, with a solemn face and slowly spoke:

"Before his death, the old prince cried and laughed, he was unparalleled, like a giant in heaven and earth who truly controlled the thunder. He voluntarily died. Therefore, in the following foolish opinion, although he could not end without regrets, it was a kind of relief."

"There are too many people he has been sorry for in his life. Whether it is us children or women who have had a relationship with him like the shopkeeper below, he can't pay back what he owes. Fortunately, he did not owe Daxia to him in the end, otherwise he would have lived in vain in his life."

After Jiang Yue finished speaking, he also picked up a big bowl in front of him and sipped his head. However, the bowl was no longer tea, but wine. At this time, for Jiang Yue, the spirits were already so bitter, let alone tea?

"Liang Po, I'll fill up a glass of wine for me."

Suddenly, a steady voice came from Zhao Yu's mouth, and the young emperor's eyes were always staring at the slender figure with his shoulders shaking slightly above the curtain. Zhao Yu knew that the female shopkeeper who had just finished telling his story was crying at this time, suppressing his emotions.

The old King Bei'an has passed away, and for this middle-aged shopkeeper with a little resentment, dust returns to dust and soil, everything is about to come to an end.

"Your Majesty, you're full of wine."

Liang Po's gentle voice pulled Zhao Yu's thoughts back, then he withdrew his gaze, continued to raise his hand, pointed at the big bowl in front of Xue Bancheng, and signaled to fill it up.

When the turbid strong wine in the wine pot was poured into the bowl, the pungent smell of wine came to my face instantly. In Liulicheng, I secretly tasted the strong wine in my mouth. My extremely charming eyes narrowed and quickly suppressed the feeling of coughing in my throat. Then I heard the sound of the young emperor continuing to ask:

"Xuebancheng, Lao Bei'an is your guide to Daxia. Therefore, in a sense, once I allow you to enter Xia, then you will be a member of the Jiang family. How do you think after hearing such a story?"

As soon as this question came out, a thoughtful look appeared on Xue Bancheng's face. After a few breaths, he responded respectfully:

"To be honest, Caomin cannot empathize too much, because it was impossible for this to happen on the snow field, or it can be said that it will happen at any time. In the Xuemin tribe, those women who are not capable of fighting are not even qualified to speak, let alone the female shopkeeper below, who spread the private affairs of those who are highly powerful at will, so she will be killed."

"This is the first threshold for you to integrate into Daxia, into the different world you dream of, change your original concept in the snow field, and understand the culture that belongs to Daxia and human race."

Zhao Yu picked up the bowl in front of him, took a sip, and his eyes wrinkled slightly, because the wine in Tianmenguan Restaurant was stronger than he thought. Although it was not as strong as Xuantian wine in the world, it was far more than ordinary wine. After a sip of wine, accompanied by a heat rising, the young emperor continued to lightly open his lips and said lightly:

"All the files that participated in the review of your departments in Daxia all wrote almost the same comments, and the end of the streamlined files Xiao Su, the Grand Secretary of the Cabinet, wrote such a sentence.

"This person is meticulous, wise, and courageous. He dares to hold a dagger to stab the heart of the master and father of the palm of the birth and death realm without changing his expression. He is a tiger and wolf. However, his heart lacks awe and warmth, and he is free from worries. He is prone to becoming a heartless and cold-blooded person. I hope Your Majesty will treat him with caution."

After the calm voice of the young emperor fell, Xue Bancheng lowered his head slightly, stared at the turbid light shining under the dim light in front of him, pursed his lips tightly, and then his emperor voice in his ears was once again lingering:

"drink wine!"

After hearing this, Xue Bancheng picked up the big bowl in front of him, raised his head and drank it in one sip. Suddenly, a hot breath rose from his stomach. He could no longer suppress it and coughed violently.

"This time, do you feel the temperature?"

"Ahem, your majesty, I feel it, it's hot and hot."

Xue Bancheng's response fell, Zhao Yu smiled and continued to speak:

"I know you are very ambitious, but on the land of Daxia, the way you display your ambitions will be completely different from before. I know that in the Xuemin tribe, everything is based on survival, but in Daxia, it is my responsibility to allow all people to survive and reproduce!"

The young emperor said this with a decisive and supreme domineering aura that swallowed mountains and seas, which made Xue Bancheng on the side even forget to breathe. With one person's strength, he carried the survival rights of trillions of people on his shoulders. This was something Xue Bancheng once dared not think about!

"Since you are coming to Daxia, then first of all, you must understand that in this country, people's hearts are warm, and the ashes of the entire history are not cold, but have lingering warmth. I and Daxia will not forget everything that Lao Bei'an did for Daxia.

"Although survival of the fittest is still the essence of the great way, most of the people walking on this land have a kind of power in their hearts, which can give people the courage to do things that ordinary people cannot understand. If you don't believe it, look."

After finishing his speech, Zhao Yu gently raised his hand and pointed to the courtyard below. Then everyone looked down and saw that the oil lamp that had just lit up on the lecture hall had been extinguished at some point, making the whole bottom dark, and a low choking sound came out.

Then the choking sound turned into sobs, and at the same time a song with a crying voice lingered throughout the lobby, like crying, like complaining, like grievances and admiration:

"At a glance, it's hard to judge who is wrong or right for decades. It's hard to judge who is wrong or right. You are infamous and you're notorious. You're just a play, thousands of words, and you can't argue with each other. When you have deep feelings, you're resentful."

After the singing, the entire restaurant lobby was quiet, and then the voice of the woman's shopkeeper came out again, lingering in everyone's ears:

"To put it bluntly, all the things I have done over the years are just to let him see me. Now he is gloriously killed in battle, right and wrong, grievances, and a handful of loess, and my hatred has become rootless duckweed.
Chapter completed!