Shark Lie Song

Teikyo

Inside the Imperial Study Room of the Emperor of the Dacheng Dynasty

"Your Majesty, minister, Bian Xian invites you to rush to the capital immediately to protect General Xiao and our elite soldiers."

Bian Xian is kneeling on the scarlet felt blanket in the imperial study room, grabbing the ground with his forehead.

The person on the throne snorted coldly.

"I'm afraid you still have Zhou Quan, your precious son?"

Bian Xian didn't answer, but he said in his heart that the emperor is the most ruthless - you have four sons, you can't treasure each of them!

On the other hand - the Bian family is just such a single seedling, if it disappears...

That means it's gone, after all, this is the destiny of a soldier!

but……

Bian Xian's heart was burning with anxiety, but it didn't show on his face.

The emperor opened his mouth again, and when he opened his mouth, there was a thunderclap.

"Do you really think I don't know about that thing between you and Xiao Qing?"

Bian Xian was silent on the face, but in his heart he said something in this world that even the Holy Majesty didn't know - it really didn't exist at all.

"Report to the Holy Majesty."

Bian Xian's voice is calm, and the indifference he possesses seems to have nothing to do with himself.

The king of a country stood in front of him with his hands behind his back, condescendingly looking down at the courtiers he had cultivated.

"speak."

Bian Xian only said six words.

"It's about estrus, it's about courtesy."

As expected, he heard a cold snort from the superior person above.

"The widow really believes in you, but..." Bian Xian followed his voice, but the old Gao's heart rushed to his throat again, not to mention when the Holy One called himself "the widow", "But you also stand Think about it from the perspective of a widow, the generals of a country, you two have one article and one military, and I am big, and the military power is divided into two. If the two of you join hands, all the soldiers in the whole country will be driven by you two."

Bian Xian's heart sank.

"Tell me, if you were me, Aiqing, would you let two such important people out of your sight, and run thousands of miles away, out of reach?"

Bianxian lowered his head even lower.

"Pray for the grace of the sage, the Bian family has defended Dachang for generations, and they have no second intentions."

The emperor did not accost.

Bian Xian knelt on the ground for a long time, although his posture was relaxed, but his heart was tense, big beads of sweat dripped on the luxurious velvet blanket.

He couldn't help laughing at himself.

If you care about it, you will be confused. After all, your body is not the young man who rode horses and galloped for a hundred miles in a day...

At this moment, both of them understand that the battlefield is changing rapidly, and the difference between a moment earlier and a moment later is that they return triumphantly or the corpses are everywhere!

But the emperor was not in a hurry, or he stood still.

Bian Xian understands.

After half a year of fighting, the battle situation has stabilized.After this battle, the vigor of those foreign races who came to invade has been severely injured, and there will be no possibility of invasion in a short period of time, such as three years or even five years.

This is their last stand.

……

"I can't stop you, so go if you want," it took a cup of tea before the emperor's leisurely voice came from the heavenly court, "I can only take the people next to you, and hand over half of the tiger talisman you kept. Come out, come back and pick it up."

Bian Xian was shocked all over, and immediately took orders.

"Thank you, Your Majesty."

Bian Xian came out of the palace and went straight to the training ground without delay.

He was thinking all the way.

I don't know why - the Yan army, which was supposed to be invulnerable, was successfully attacked by surprise, and now it has fallen into such a mess!

Of course, they already knew the reason at this moment. Skyhawk, who had escaped from the battlefield half a day ago, had brought all the information they needed.

Bian Xian now clearly remembers the urgency when the butler ran to the table out of breath, waving the letter in his hand, and shouting "Master! Master!" loudly.

At that time, Bian Xian was practicing calligraphy in front of the desk, a pair of fine works could be seen vividly on the paper, holding a breath in his chest, just waiting for the last stroke to be completed.

But the housekeeper's loud shout suddenly pulled Bian Xian, who had already entered the country, back to this reality.

"What's the matter?"

Seeing that there was no hope, Bian Xian threw the pen directly and walked towards the butler quickly.

Behind the housekeeper was the sleepy-eyed Third Prince, mumbling in his mouth whether Brother Bian had sent a letter.

At this moment, Bian Xian didn't care about saying hello to the third prince, and directly took the letter from the housekeeper's hand, and glanced over it hastily.

"We are trapped here by spies. If possible, lead the troops to the capital within three days. I will try my best to delay the time to keep Chaoge safe, Qing."

Xiao Qing's handwriting was a little messy, and it could be seen that he wrote it in a hurry.

"Only this one?"

Bian Xian grabbed the old housekeeper's arm and asked urgently.

"Only this one. The Skyhawk who delivered the letter has already..."

After Bian Xian heard this answer, he was not surprised at all.

Generally speaking, the most vigorous and outstanding "military eagles" will be selected for emergency military situations, and there are more than three of them.

If you are caught in a predicament of being surrounded, the enemy will try every means to shoot these "heralds" - so you must use absolute numbers to win, and you can only use eagles, otherwise you can use the physique and endurance of pigeons, although the speed is better than Eagles, but if you can't persist in a harsh climate like a desert, it won't help.

However, only one came back this time, and according to the old housekeeper, this "herald" had already died.

It is conceivable that the fighting situation was tragic.

Bian Xian involuntarily swayed on the spot, and the old housekeeper quickly helped him up.

"Master Xiang!"

Bian Xian stabilized his mind, turned his head and smiled at the old housekeeper, then squatted down and pinched the third prince's little face, and wiped away the overflowing tears that were about to burst with his fingertips.

"Don't be afraid, with Uncle Bian here, your brother Bian and Uncle Xiao will be fine."

After Bian Xian comforted the third prince, he straightened up and patted him on the shoulder again.

Then he quickly gave instructions to the butler.

"Gather the troops from the frontiers, wait for me to come back and set off. Get your horses ready!"

The butler led the way, followed by the diabolical Third Prince.

After the two of them left, a hidden guard beside Bian Xian also disappeared.

Bian Xian's face sank instantly.

……

南海

"Have you heard?"

"Is it about the Zhou family's servants throwing food and gold and silver into the water recently?"

"That's right, it's spread all over the shore. Many fishermen don't go out to sea now. Qing waits for the Zhou family to go fishing for those good things!"

"It's okay, do you think their master is Qu Yuan? Throwing unwrapped food and dropping stones will fall apart in a short time."

Wan Qijing, an idler from the mermaid clan in the South China Sea, can often hear gossip about Zhou Jue in the days that come and go.

But his heart is as broad as the sky and the earth - if it is not broad, he probably can't bear the old people in his family's heart.

So let the rumors gossip in the clan, Wan Qijing will sleep at sunrise and sunset every day, and live a happy life.

After all, Zhou Jue can't see anyone except him and Qiao Niang, not to mention that every time he goes to see Qiao Niang, he has to lose half of his life.

So he naturally (can only) talk more and more with Wan Chengjing.

Wanqi Mirror is like a blank sheet of paper.

Soon after Zhou Jue came to the clan, he discovered through keen insight that even he, an ordinary human being, could feel that there were so many people around Wan Qijing who were helping him and loving him...

But none of these people ever tried to "shape" him!

It can be summed up in eight words: follow one's inclinations and grow wildly.

Zhou Jue, as a person who was born with inadequacies and grew up in an intriguing and deceitful wealthy family, couldn't understand this kind of silly growth track at all!

In the past, Zhou Jue actually held a respectful attitude towards Silly Baitian.

It wasn't that such people were bad—on the contrary, most of them were too good to be approachable by him.

For example, Zhou Jue has been in contact with many ladies from aristocratic families. The eldest son and eldest daughter are not mentioned, but the children who are concubine and favored are often such a tragedy. Because of the favor of the head of the family, the whole family is used to it—and the burden on them is easier than that of the eldest son.

You are like the third son of the emperor who was raised in Bianchaoge's house——Zhou Jue has met twice, but he can only keep the surface polite, and he has no thought of being close at all in his heart.

They don't ask about world affairs, and they don't know the warmth and well-being of people.To say they are ruthless is not entirely true.

But as sensitive as Zhou Jue, he only saw the third prince a few times, and was made uncomfortable by the unspeakable eyes of the child;

You say he hates you—it's really not true, you misunderstood him.

But just an inexplicable alienation and... contempt?

Zhou Jue is actually used to it. These powerful people look down on them from the bottom of their hearts when they meet these low-level traders—it’s just that most people will cover it up, but the degree of concealment depends on the status of these powerful people and their own self-cultivation. up.

So Zhou Jue actually likes Bian Chaoge's father, Bian Xian.

Bian Xiang is a contradictory and complicated person who is dissociated but has a bit of self-denial and ritual.

Of course Zhou Jue didn't know the specific reason, but from the point of view that Bian Xiang treated him like an ordinary junior, not "teaching his son badly", let alone a businessman playing with money.

Zhou Jue was so determined to give Bian Que the door for his daughter-in-law...

It's just that he has seen himself and Chaoge together many times, with Bian Xiang's thoughtful eyes on the side...

That look cannot be obtained without going through the vicissitudes of life and affairs.

Zhou Jue is keenly aware that there may be a reason why Bian Chaoge is the only son...

Therefore, Zhou Jue didn't like the third prince.

He just looked at you so directly, his clean and clear eyes seemed to say nothing, and he seemed to say everything:

For example, Bian Chaoge should have been with the eldest princess of the current dynasty, that is, the elder sister of Huangsan.

For example, you are a man with a beautiful appearance, but you have lowered your status to be inferior to others;

For example, you are a businessman, and you don’t care about your identity, trying to climb up to the emperor’s relatives;

and many more……

Maybe people don't think about anything, only you Zhou Jue is thinking wildly and disturbing others;

But it's more likely...you think exactly what other people think, and they don't say a word, they just look down on you.

After all, in life, identity is like a moat.

For these silly white sweets - the royal family is like this, let alone ordinary people.

As far as the royal family is concerned, if there is a change of dynasty, most of these princes and princesses will die and die for their country, and they will not be bullied while alive;

But if it is an ordinary official, businessman and wealthy family - once they lose power, the stars and the moon will fall to the bottom in an instant, and the world will be cold and warm overnight, and the eyes will be exhausted.

There are also those who have been at odds with their own family on weekdays, and they can't wait to pounce on them immediately.

What's even more frightening is those people who show so much care for each festival and are never absent, but secretly hate you or your family for unknown reasons.

Hate is not terrible, because most hatred has a reason.You usually know the reason for these hatreds, and you will guard against them.

But there is a hatred and it is called envy.

Jealousy is different.

Jealousy without reason is like tarsal maggots, when you find out, it's too late to regret.

And this kind of jealousy, no matter the stranger who nods every day, or the friend you think you have been with for many years - it doesn't matter how far or near, the smile is full of them, and they are full of lice and bugs.

……

So Zhou Jue was really envious.

Even today, Wan Chengjing still has a pure and innocent heart.

Zhou Jue felt really weird about this.

You know, Wan Qi Jing Qixiu has actually passed the mark of his [-]th birthday.

Zhou Jue was thinking that if he was a human being, at Wan Qijing's age, his bones and dregs would have been rotten in the soil and half melted—but as a mermaid, Wan Qijing had just entered his prime.

Since coming to this completely strange species group, Zhou Jue has complained to God more than once.

Human life is so tiring, so short, babbling until staggering, and then a life of exhaustion.

Zhou Jue felt that he was lucky. He was born into a wealthy family, so he didn't need to worry about his livelihood every day. He only needed to fulfill his responsibility as the head of the family so that the Zhou family would not be defeated by him, and he had completed the task.

So he has time to spend time in poetry and poetry, and he has the spare time to spend time in love, to pursue something other than "alive".

But he observed a lot of people - at least [-]% of them are not qualified.

...The sage does not deceive me when I am warm and full but thinks about lust.

In the past, whenever Bian Chaoge embraced him, he would silently sigh with emotion and thank the heavens...

——But now, he is greedy.

Because no matter how he chased him, he couldn't compare to the mermaid living casually.

I still remember that day, Wan Chengjing slipped his tongue because of the excitement of the chat.

"...I don't have any expectations now, you are here, Qiaoniang is here," Wan Chengjing didn't notice Zhou Jue's flash of embarrassment and continued, "Even if there is, I just hope that Qiaoniang can live to my present age Age is good..."

Zhou Jue was aroused by him and asked how old he was now.

"I'm...about 100 points..." Wan Chengjing looked at Zhou Jue's face that was getting darker and darker, his voice gradually narrowed, and then he quickly declared, "Actually, I'm still very young, don't be afraid, the average life expectancy in the clan is [-]% About three hundred to five hundred...not counting the great war a hundred years ago, so I..."

There is no need to mention the latter, anyway, Zhou Jue didn't eat at night when he was depressed.

Humans, how hard must we work to survive effortlessly mermaids?

This matter is here with Zhou Jue, I am afraid it will be an eternal question.

In the evening, Wan Qijing returned to his residence from Zhou Jue's air chamber.

He gradually discovered that as the number of times he took Zhou Jue to see Qiao Niang increased, gossip in the clan also began to increase.

Especially the patriarch and fourth master Wan Tusi, his face is as dark as a pot bottom every time he sees him recently.

Those who don't know may think that these two have some strange blood relationship with the black melon guards...

So optimists like Wan Qijing never imagined that the patriarch and several elders were seriously discussing in the patriarch's room how to get rid of Zhou Jue, a scourge.

"According to the informant I placed at my home last week in mainland China, the Zhou family is really planning."

"Throw away things first—anyway, the Zhou family does not lack those three melons and two dates."

"Then after the momentum was built, I heard that the Zhou family had already announced that they wanted a living sacrifice, so they asked boys and girls to throw them into the water."

Wan Chengsi said dryly, and the rest shook their heads and sighed: "It's a crime..." "That's right."

Wan Qilin frowned.

"What is their purpose?"

Wan Chengsi shrugged.

"Naturally, the imperial court was under pressure to take all of us 'heterogeneous' together!"

Everyone in the room looked serious.

Wan Qilin looked around at everyone's expressions, and then...

"Don't let Ah Jing know, one day find a reason to lure him away, and then send this plague god away as soon as possible."

……

East China Sea

"Oh? Are you going to send Young Master Zhou away? That's impossible."

Hearing the report from the spies from the clan, Ming Yuan pulled a sinister smile from the corner of his mouth.

"After all, this young master is the most important part of my plan. I can't let you ruin my plan..."

He whispered to himself.

In front of him were the corpses of several Eastern Sea merman who had already died from their stomachs.

"Yes, the new method really works."

He looked at the newborn mermaid in the hands of the guard in front of him with a smile, and stretched out his hand to scratch the child's cheek.

Unexpectedly, the baby didn't even open its eyes, but nimbly bit Ming Yuan's hand firmly.

The blue-purple blood instantly spread in the water, forming a small cloud of blood mist.

"Patriarch!"

Ming Yuan waved him away.

"This is my soldier in the East China Sea!"

……

Mingyuan's only son came to the clan's ancestral hall.

Hanging in front of him, apart from the portrait of Wan Qidong who is far inferior to the Nanhai clan, there are also countless tablets.

Ming Yuan's sky-blue eyes hurriedly swept across the memorial tablet, and his eyes froze...

He walked over and took out a painting from the shrine under the tablet.

As the picture scroll slowly unfolded, slight cracks appeared on Ming Yuan's frozen face for thousands of years.

The person in this painting is [-]% similar to Wan Qijing...