it on me."hearing this, Sanbao was overjoyed and immediately knelt down and said excitedly, "your Highness Xie is a thousand years old, your Highness is a thousand years old, your Highness is a thousa...Chapter 999 wish you a pleasant journey and no return time

"the peach leaves are pointed, and the willows cover the sky. On an old recliner on the banks of the Qinhuai River in the

Jinling, an old man in a coir raincoat holds a fishing rod in his hand and closes his eyes slightly, his spare hand slowly slaps on the armrest, singing music in his mouth, which is interesting.

there is no one around him, but he is heavily guarded in the dark, and no one can approach him without permission.

A figure passed through layers of guards and came behind the old man under the watchful gaze of countless eyes. He was Duan Jinjiang.

Duan Jinjiang stood still and saw that King Wen was still singing, not interrupting, but listening quietly.

as soon as the song was over, King Wen stopped beating his hand, picked up the purple sand teapot next to him, took a sip of tea from the spout, and then smiled and said, "is this song all right"

"the articulation is clear, the rhythm is in tune, and the ups and downs are graceful and graceful. It is a rare good song." Duan Jinjiang replied with a smile.

King Wen said with a smile, "the first time I heard this song, I was taken to Jingshan to offer sacrifices to Heaven by the former emperor. When the king saw that his father liked it, he wanted to do what he liked. He secretly studied it for a long time. Finally, he had a chance to sing in front of his father, but he was accused of not doing his job."

Duan Jinjiang sniffed at the corner of his mouth.

A prince who does not learn the martial arts of Wenzhi, but learns to sing songs, is no wonder he was scolded by the emperor.

this is a typical flattery on the horse's leg, unable to distinguish between primary and secondary.

to the embarrassment of Duan Jinjiang, after learning the story of the origin of this layer, his flattery just now is also a bit suspected of kissing the horse's leg.

awkward.

King Wen didn't seem to feel Duan Jinjiang's embarrassment. He said, "so it doesn't matter what a person does. The important thing is to know when to do what kind of thing. No matter when you choose the wrong thing, all your efforts will be in vain."

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this time Duan Jinjiang learned his lesson and just listened without saying a word.

raised his eyelids and glanced at Duan Jinjiang, and King Wen said faintly, "have you thought this through" If you go to the capital this time, there is a good chance that you will not come back. "

"if the crown prince wins and you cannot escape, Zhao Xuanji wins. Do you think he will allow him to master many of his secrets and come back to Jinling after being a colleague for decades"

Duan Jinjiang's eyes sank and said, "there is a deep feud between blood and blood. I have to go. I want to see the prince die with my own eyes. As long as he dies, I will never return. In this world, there is nothing left for me to remember."

King Wen nodded when he heard the words and stopped persuading each other.

"some time ago, the king gave him a dead tiger, and he gave him a rotting corpse, which shows that the prince is also a vengeful man."

"if you want to go, it doesn't matter if you have some problems, you always have to open it yourself."

speaking of this, King Wen picked up the purple sand teapot and raised it toward Duan Jinjiang, and said calmly, "then this cup of tea, to you, I wish you a pleasant journey, although there is no time to return."

Duan Jinjiang took a step back, bent over, raised his hand and held his fist above his head. After a deep salute, he turned around and left without any remembrance.

King Wen drank a sip of tea, put the purple sand pot next to him, and looked at the calm and gentle Qinhuai River, the light of his eyes shining with uncertain light, and at this moment, no one knew what he was thinking.

for a long time, he suddenly chuckled and said to himself, "the competition between the two tigers is bound to die. This game of chess in the world has just begun. Only the winners of the two of you are qualified to play against the king." go back. The old man is worthy of it, and he is even more worried about the crowd. In case there is a stampede, he will be even more shameless to his father. Thanks to his Royal Highness the crown pr...