Vol 7 Chapter 1018: Changan summoned

The Military Chiefs Office of the Linjiang Military Region, the ink bones looked at a document in his hand. This was a summoning order from the Central Committee of Chang'an. He called the ink bones to Changan to participate in the 24th Imperial Plenary. Under the summons, there was also the handsome red ink of the Imperial Grand Marshal. Mud, indicating that there is no delay.
The ink bone sat in the seat and looked at the document. His eyes flickered and he didn't know what he was thinking.
At this moment, the holographic call prompts, the ink bones glance at the caller, get up and close all the doors and windows, do not let the room have any light, this will open the communication, silently said: "Eagle King."
The cold shackles in black clothes appear in the interlacing of particles in holographic projections. Because of the iterative update of technology, holographic projections are very developed, and the realism is extremely high. It is like standing alone.
Cold eyes looked at the eyes of the ink bones and said sternly: "There is intelligence telling me that Changan summoned you to the 24th Imperial Plenary Meeting."
The ink eye is a glimpse. This document was just received by her. Where is the intelligence transmitted so fast?
The ink bones looked up and looked at the ceiling. Although there was nothing in it, she knew there was a pair of eyes and a pair of eyes that belonged to the spiritual power.
The cold-blooded inquiry, the ink bones did not hide, directly responded: "Yes."
"Why don't you report to me?" The cold voice did not have any ups and downs. The tone of peace did not differ much, but it revealed a faint oppression.
The ink bones looked cold and silent for a long time, and this said: "I haven't had time to report to you."
Cold, don't talk.
The ink bones opened the fireplace, and the flames in the fireplace reflected in the eyelids. She picked up the summoning order and said, "I can burn it and pretend that I don't know anything."
"No, you go." Leng Yan looked at the back of the ink bones, and there were some complicated emotions in his eyes. "The things in the North and Changan are also time to make a conclusion."
The ink bones will be collected back and nodded. "Know, I am leaving now."
"Ink bone." Just before the ink bones came out of the door, the cold screaming stopped her, coldly staring at the eyes of the ink bones, and the look of the eyes suddenly flickered, like a candle in the dark that kept shining but would be extinguished at any time. "I trust you very much, don't let me down."
What is trust? Trust is a silent commitment, like "I love you", it is in the natural gestures, in the low voice of the soul, in the eyes, in the lips, in every breath.
Trust has never been said in the mouth. It is a silent force, a rope that connects the two sides closely.
When trust needs to be communicated in words, the rope is actually loose.
After I finished speaking, I unilaterally turned off the communication and turned it into a fluorescent particle. The ink bones still looked at the place where the cold was standing. Her eyes were very lonely, so she stood there alone. As if I was still watching the old man who was separated by a thousand miles, she was silent for more than half a minute. She nodded and left without a voice.
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The weather in Chang'an today is very bad. The thick haze is like the torrent of darkness on the top of the city. It makes people feel bored and breathless. It is like the ominous signs of the disaster, and the torrential rain is everywhere. City, but in a sense, this bad weather is a sign of "Auspiciousness", because the Western Region has suffered from severe water shortages in recent years, such a heavy rain can make those who are hungry and thirsty live, of course, only It is just alive.
The ink bones opened the door and walked out. Looking at the Imperial Hall, which symbolizes the highest power of the Red Blood Empire, this huge building was blurred in the torrential rain, like a giant standing under the sky overlooking her.
It is worth mentioning that the ink bones today did not wear the emperor's costumes representing the military chief of the Linjiang Military Region. Instead, they wore the uniforms of the Eagles' uniforms. They were dressed in black, embroidered with flying arms on the arm side and the neckline of the shirt, even though they were petite. However, there was an oppressive gas field. The rain wet her black hair, dripping from the end, and some flowing along the white face, leaving traces of cold.
The ink bone is placed on the handle of the blue dragonfly, and the other hand is hanging weakly in front of the body. The high-strength military boots step on the water to the Imperial Hall. At the gate, the two central defenders cross. Stop the ink bones, the voice reveals the majesty of the Central Army: "The generals of the blood, please take off the sword."
The ink bones did not look at the two central defenders. The small hands clasped the hilt and looked at the front. They said indifferently: "This sword eagle is given, not taken."
The two central defenders exchanged their eyes with each other. Just as they would move further, the communicators in their ears heard a voice. After a while, they let go, and they came to the instructions.
The hall door was opened. The hall was full of people, all of them were high-ranking central generals with heavy armor, but each one was yellow and thin, obviously a trace of long-term malnutrition. Occasionally, the ink bones glimpse the cold in the shadow of darkness. The mang lighted up, and then fixed his eyes, but it was the eyes of the central generals, a kind of beast that saw the flesh.
The ink bones went to the forefront, looking at Yue Runsheng and Liu Fusu on the stage. Her first reaction was that the two men were thin. The second reaction was that the two men were old.
Years are not forgiving~EbookFREE.me~ Yue Runsheng is a hundred-year-old man right away. The years have bent his back and waist, even walking on crutches, and even someone needs to help.
Liu Fusu has been fifty years old. He has finished two-thirds of his life. It is no longer the jade face of the same year. The beard of his beard began to stain with the wind cream. It was slightly white and even appeared on the skin. Less acne.
Liu Fusu looked at the ink bones under the stage. Although he was already in middle age, the majesty in the voice did not diminish: "The Red Blood Empire Linjiang Military Region Major General Mob, salute the Imperial Grand Marshal."
The ink skull in the uniform of the eagle flag stands proudly. Looking at Yue Runsheng, who is in shape, there is no movement in both hands and hands. She simply said: "I don't salute."
The surrounding atmosphere solidified in this sentence, but Liu Fusu did not feel surprised, but the lips were raised and said: "There is something to be learned."
The look of the ink bones was not shocked and said calmly: "I hope that you are not looking for nonsense, say, what do you want to do this time? Can I withdraw my position or withdraw my military rights?"
"Not at all." Liu Fusu's gaze removed from the face of the ink bones, watching the partial door of the Imperial Hall, saying, "The Major of the Ink of the Bronze guards the Linjiang River for 25 years, the two sleeves are breezy, honest and fair, and the people in the Jiangnan area are so thick. In recognition of the achievements of these decades, I will give you a present."
"what gift?"
"Give your loved ones a reunion."