Chapter 167 Are you worthy?
There are thousands of people in the world.
But Jiang Jinshuang will always remember that at the venue for the discussion of Taoism that year, countless literati and gentlemen gathered together to express their opinions.
He stood among millions of people, with a breeze and a bright moon, and a lingering orchid and a beautiful tree.
"Those who carry firewood for everyone should not let them freeze to death in the wind and snow."
Such a handsome young man would never say he was "that kind of person".
Which kind of person?
Xia Yurong always felt that she was born in a humble background and blamed her unfair destiny, which caused her to suffer countless changes and ended up here.
Therefore, she always thought that she was the kind of person who was treated with destiny.
But Pei Du never thought so.
Even though he was born in a poor family, even if he was alone, he would dare to stand alone among the millions of people, stand at the head of countless ministers who were kneeling down and worshipping, and say, "Set up your mind for heaven and earth and set up your life for the people."
He doesn't care about the unfair fate, nor does he care about the impermanence of the law of heaven.
With his hands and character, he insisted on knocking on the unattainable official position in the official career.
"Xia Yurong, it's you who are self-deprecating and take yourself underestimated."
Jiang Jinshuang looked at her, her eyes filled with emotions that Xia Yurong couldn't understand.
"You're talking nonsense!" As if he was touched by something, Xia Yurong's eyes were cracked and she stared at her with wide eyes, "Jiang Jinshuang, of course you can be above and say these high-sounding words!"
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"Because you were born to be the only Princess Zhaoming in Wanjin. You can get whatever you want. You don't know anything. How do you know how much effort I have put in to get to where I am today!?"
"This palace has been Princess Wanjin for twenty-two years. During these twenty years, it has been assassinated hundreds of times. When his life is in danger, the news of the entire palace blocking the entire palace has never been revealed."
"Twelve years ago, Wan Jin Xizuo took this palace as a hostage, intending to exchange for Wan Jin's defense map. The Tian family did not respond. Then Xiaozuo took off his arm. I leaned on his legs and fled back along the rut marks. Wan Jin, the wound on his shoulder was taken three times before the doctor could relieve it. ”
"I was studying when I was young, I learned to read at the age of three, recited poetry at the age of six, and respected me as 'Young Master' at the age of nine."
"In the past twenty years, there were not a thousand or eight hundred court officials who impeached our palace, and the people and censors who insulted our palace were able to drown our palace with spit."
"If the palace moves more than half of the time, it will never be as good as it is."
Jiang Jinshuang looked at Xia Yurong calmly, her eyes cold and indifferent: "Xia Yurong, are you worthy of sitting in my position?"
She said she was arrogant and didn't understand the pain she had gone along the way.
Jiang Jinshuang really doesn't understand.
——Because for her, Xia Yurong’s suffering was too insignificant.
Like the tiny dust, the so-called "pain" and "bumps" were deeply impressed by Jiang Jinshuang, and even a scar.
Jiang Jinshuang stood between heaven and earth, and she was definitely not relying on that fleeting grace.
Xia Yurong's thin lips opened slightly, her pupils tightened, and she raised her eyes and looked at Jiang Jinshuang with a steady look.
The girl in front of her was beautiful and delicate. Suddenly, she could still find the figure of that person on her face.
"Xia Yurong, you always say how unfortunate you are," Jiang Jinshuang paused, "but what I gave you is much more than you should have."
"It's you who are greedy and you are obsessed with profit."
for a long time.
Xia Yurong sneered coldly, and she took a few steps back and barely stabilized her body: "Sister, stop talking nonsense here. Even after saying so much, the person who won in the end was me, Xia Yurong!" "You just want to Stay in this dark dungeon and wait for news about the death. "
As he said that, Xia Yurong dusted the dust on her body and turned around and left.
Walking out of the cell, the prison guard came forward flatteringly: "Ms. Xia, have you finished talking?"
Xia Yurong looked at Jiang Jinshuang behind her coldly, and said in a low tone: "He is already a dying person, why are you still polite to her?"
The prison guard raised his eyebrows slightly, his eyes lit up, and he understood what Xia Yurong meant.
"The little one understands! The little one understands!"
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For several days, the people in Chang'an City were all closed down and there were very few people on Chang'an Street.
The long street is muddy.
That day, I heard that news came from the Wanjin border that Pei Du Pei, who had been missing for several days, actually broke the Beihuai army with his black armored cavalry and retreated more than a hundred miles against the Beihuai army!
I heard that the Prime Minister was a god of military use, with a careful layout, and three calculations in one step. Someone released news that it was said that the detailed work of Wan Jin in Beihuai was released, which led to a complete victory in this battle!
The monarch of Beihuai received the news and heard that the prince heard that Feng Cang was assassinated in Beihuai. It was obvious that someone did it on purpose!
In an instant, the Northern Huai Monarch suspected that King Jiang Zeyi of Changping, who was allied with him!
No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!
It must be that King Changping pretended to join the Beihuai army with him, but in fact it was to severely damage their Beihuai army!
On the other hand, Wen Fengcang went to Jiang Huayan's imperial study room for several days, and he would stay for more than an hour each time.
Jiang Zeyi had long begun to doubt whether the Northern Huai Monarch really intends to form an alliance!
Seeing that the Northern Huai monarch was furious and ruined the two's covenant, Jiang Zeyi was also angry, and the alliance between the two fell apart!
Fortunately, Jiang Zeyi had the mask of the God of Killing in his hand. Now that things have been exposed, the Beihuai army has been defeated, Jiang Zeyi can only take out the mask of the God of Killing and fight with his back!
Jiang Zeyi rebelled.
That day, Jiang Zeyi secretly arrived at the border of Wanjin, wearing a God of Killing Mask, stood in front of the 300,000 black armored cavalry, raising his arms and shouting!
But in the end, none of the 300,000 black armored cavalry obeyed his orders.
An arrow passed through his chest, and Jiang Zeyi sat on the horse's back and fell to the ground stiffly.
That unsuccessful rebellion ended like this.
——Zhangping Wang Jiang Zeyi, dead.
The clouds that had been shrouded in Chang'an City for half a month finally dissipated.
It was bright and bright.
On the day when the minister and noble minister Pei Dupei returned victoriously, the people of Chang'an City stood on both sides, welcomed the streets in a row, and there were thousands of people all over the streets!
The Chief Auxiliary repelled the Beihuai army!
The Chief Aunt returned victoriously!
The Chief Auxiliary is honored!
The people in Chang'an City were cheering, and all the fragrant flowers and sweet fruits were thrown into his carriage and sedan chair!
Jing Mo rode a horse next to the sedan chair, and there was a scar on his face, and it seemed that he would be in the middle of a while.
He held a melon in his hand and looked at the man in the carriage with a smile: "Sir, look, everyone is thanking you!"
In the carriage, the man's voice was cold and calm, and he was in a state of turmoil.
"Go to the palace."
Jing Mo smiled and said, "Sir, are right! We have won such a battle, Your Majesty will definitely be waiting to see you!"
In the crowd, there seemed to be someone holding a bag, messy hair, and he lowered his head and ran towards the city gate!
Jing Mo just glanced at it, frowned slightly, and grabbed the man in front of him.
"Sir, it's Xia Yurong!"
He whispered loudly, grabbed Xia Yurong's neck with one hand and threw her in front of the carriage.