Chapter 1963: Fanwai: Good People (40)

Chapter 1963 Fanwai: Good People (40)
At this banquet, the four emperors got together, and there was a deterrent force above the four emperors of the Nanling King town. It was such a ridiculous thing that Rao disturbed the big oolong anyway, and none of them dared to express their dissatisfaction.
None of their respective emperors complained. It was their turn to open the mouth?
The second half of the banquet was still lively and weird.
It was midday on the moon when it was gone, and the lanterns were lit everywhere. Against the brilliant lights of the banquet hall, it looked a little dim around.
The Nanling King's family has a temporary residence in the palace, and other envoys have to rush back to the inn. The Xiliang emperor does not invite him, so naturally there is no accommodation.
Tian Qi didn't leave immediately. After the people dispersed, he stood in front of Yan Rongjin.
"This chess, you are also one of the chess players, why?"
Yan Rongjin's mouth was faint smile, a bit cold, "I do not need to explain to you."
With four eyes facing each other, the two equally outstanding men collided silently, evenly matched.
"Juqi, you stinky boy, you can't run away this time, hurry up to Lao Tzu and wait to be beaten!" Yelled loudly and broke the cold atmosphere in front of me, Croton didn't know from that corner I walked out, pulled up the sky and left, and when I left, I did n’t forget to turn back to the man who was still standing there, "Little brother, talk about your matter later, I'll settle the bill first, I'm in a hurry!"
Yan Rongjin could not laugh or cry.
Watching one go obediently, a slight envy came out of his eyes, and the kind of envy came from something he could not hope for, another person already had it.
Tian Qi asked him why he was willing to participate in this game, and why?
He also asked himself. From the beginning, King Nanling wrote to him clearly and clearly, only in cooperation.
As an emperor, he only focused on the interests of the kingdom, but this time, he was willing to enter the game because he wanted an opportunity.
Fight for opportunities.
Even if he failed in the end, at least he had tried his best. It was good for him to have those fake memories.
It's better than loneliness, even the memories are blank.
In this life, I probably only care about it this time.
"Emperor?" Uncle Peng sounded worried.
Yan Rongjin didn't look back and looked at the direction of departure of the two young men. "It's so young, Uncle Peng, do you mean?"
Young, with blood, failed to climb up and continue to rush, and his head did not flinch.
When he was standing, he had long lost his loneliness.
"The emperor is not old." Uncle Peng could only comfort such a sentence.
Thirty years old, really not old, but the wind and frost deposited on the fundus is much heavier than young people.
"Let's go, it's late at night, I should go back and rest, tired."
It was cold and windy at night, but somewhere in the Royal Garden was full of murderous energy, and the heat waves were scorching the sky.
The thumping sound continued.
"You thing, don't run! Become an emperor, and you can handle it, don't greet your elders!"
"Uncle Qinglian, hurry up, stop there, don't let him hide there! Little shit, you fight back!"
"The bones are soft and dripping? Will there be a fight, how can I fight if you don't fight back? You have to be tough and okay!"
Xue Qinglian closed her arms with a gap and was lazy. When people approached this way, she would help to add a hand knife.
Except that his old was standing, Croton and Duan Ting were so excited.
In particular, Duan Ting was so happy that he gritted his teeth. When he was in the border barracks, he wanted to be a little jerk.
Now let him catch the chance to take a breath.
Old men are also angry!
(End of this chapter)