Chapter 1002: Human temperature

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read2();　　 "Life is alive, fame and fortune, ups and downs, it's really difficult to end without regrets."
　　 Next to the patio of the restaurant in the mountain, Sima Annan gently placed the folding fan in his hand on the table in front of him, then turned his hand to pick up the cup, drank a sip of tea, and moisturized the somewhat dry throat.
　　 At this time, the whole table was filled with a dazzling array of dishes. It was served by a middle-aged buddy in the process of listening to the book, but until now, no one has taken chopsticks.
　　 is not just the place where Zhao Yu and others are located. Almost all the diners in the lobby feel that their mouths are dry, their appetite is greatly reduced, and they don't have the desire to eat.
　　 After Sima Annan's sigh fell, Xue Bancheng, who was listening silently, raised his head and looked at Jiang Yue beside him, his face was solemn, and he slowly said:
"Before he died, the old prince cried and laughed, but he was heroic and unparalleled, like a giant who really controlled the thunder, and he was willing to die. Therefore, in my humble opinion, for his old man, although he can't do it. It ends without regret, but it is a relief."
"There are too many people he's sorry for in this life. Whether it is our children, or the woman who has had a relationship with him like the book shopkeeper described below, what he owes is not repayable. Fortunately, he did not I owe myself the Daxia who dedicated his life to him, otherwise, his life will be in vain."
After Jiang Yue finished speaking, he also picked up a big bowl in front of him and drank his head up, but the bowl in this bowl was no longer tea, but wine. At this time, for Jiang Yue, spirits were so bitter, let alone tea. ?
　　 "Liang Po, fill me with a glass of wine."
Suddenly, a steady voice came from Zhao Yu's mouth, and the young emperor's eyes were constantly looking at the slender figure with the light below, shaking his shoulders slightly above the curtain, Zhao Yu knew that he had just finished telling his story. The female shopkeeper was bursting into tears at this time, suppressing her emotions.
　　The old King Bei'an has passed away, and for this middle-aged shopkeeper with a little bit of resentment, the dust will return to the dust, the dirt will return to the ground, everything will come to an end.
　　 "Your Majesty, the wine is full."
　　 Liang Po's soft voice pulled Zhao Yu's thoughts back, then he retracted his gaze, continued to raise his hand, and pointed to the big bowl in front of Xue Bancheng, indicating that it should be filled as well.
When the turbid spirits in the jug was poured into the bowl, the pungent smell of alcohol instantly hits the face, and in Liuli City, Xuebancheng, which has secretly tasted the taste of spirits, is extremely charming. Immediately narrowed his eyes, he quickly suppressed the feeling of coughing in his throat, and then listened to the voice of the young emperor who continued to ask questions:
"Xuebancheng, the old king of Bei'an is your guide to Daxia, so in a sense, once I grant your naturalization in Xia, then that is the Jiang family. At this time you heard What do you think about this story?"
　　 As soon as this question came out, Xue Bancheng's face appeared thinking, and after a few breaths, he respectfully responded:
"His Majesty, to be honest, the grass people can’t empathize too much, because once on the snowy field, this can’t happen at all, or it can happen at any time. Among the snow people tribe, those women who are not capable of fighting, even She doesn't even have the qualifications to speak, let alone spread the personal affairs of a high-powered person at will like the female shopkeeper below, so she will be killed."
　　 "This is the first threshold for you to integrate into Daxia, into the world you dream of being different, change the original concept of being in the snowy field, and understand the culture that belongs to Daxia and belongs to the human race."
Zhao Yu picked up the bowl in front of him and took a sip, his eyes wrinkled slightly, because the wine in the Tianmenguan restaurant was stronger than he had imagined, although it was not as strong as the world’s most powerful Xuantian wine. , But it was far more than ordinary drinks. After a sip of wine, accompanied by a rush of heat, the young emperor continued to open his lips lightly, and said lightly:
　　"In all the files that participated in the interrogation of your ministries throughout Daxia, almost the same comments were written invariably, and at the end of the condensed file that the cabinet scholar Xiaosu gave me, he wrote such a sentence.
"This person is meticulous, intelligent, and courageous. He dared to pierce the heart of the father and father of the Grand Master of Birth and Death Realm with a dagger without changing his face. He is a generation of tigers and wolves, but he lacks awe and warmth in his heart. Under the circumstances, it is easy to become a cold-blooded person with little affection. I hope your Majesty will treat it with caution."
　　 After the steady voice of the young emperor fell, Xue Bancheng lowered his head slightly, staring at the turbid and shiny spirits under the dim light in front of him, pressing his lips tightly, and then once again lingering in his ears with Zhao Yu's emperor's voice:
　　 "Drink!"
　　 After hearing the words, Xue Bancheng directly picked up the big bowl in front of him, raised his head and drank it with one sip, and suddenly a fiery breath rose from his belly, and he could no longer restrain it, coughing violently.
　　 "This time, can you feel the temperature?"
　　 "Ahem, Your Majesty, I feel it, it's hot and hot."
　　 Xue Bancheng's coughing response fell, Zhao Yu showed a smile and continued to speak:
"I know that you are very ambitious, but in Daxia, the way you display your ambitions will be completely different from before. I know that in the Xuemin tribe, everything is based on survival, but in Daxia, let all children The right of the people to survive and reproduce is my responsibility!"
The words of the young emperor were categorical, with the supreme domineering aura like swallowing mountains and seas, so that Xue Bancheng on the side even forgot to breathe, and carried the survival rights of trillions of people on his shoulders with one person. It was something Xuebancheng had never even dared to think of!
"Since you are coming to Daxia, you must first understand that in this country, people's hearts are warm, and the ashes of the entire history are not cold, but there is residual warmth. What the old king Beian did for Daxia I and Daxia will never forget everything.
"Although the survival of the fittest is still the essence of the great road, most of the people walking on this land have a kind of strength in their hearts, which can give people a kind of courage to do things that ordinary people can't understand. If you don't believe it, you see. "
After finishing the sentence, Zhao Yu gently raised his hand and pointed to the patio below. Then everyone looked down and saw that the oil lamp that had just been lit on the storytelling desk had gone out for some time, making the entire area dark. At the same time, there was a low choking sound.
　　 Then this choking sound turned into a sob, and at the same time a crying song lingered in the entire lobby, like weeping like complaints, like resentment like admiration:
　　 "At a glance, decades of right and wrong, it is difficult to tell who is right and wrong, you are infamous, you know nothing more than a scene, a thousand words, a hundred words, and a lot of grievances when the love is deep."
After 　　 the singing was finished, the whole restaurant lobby was quiet, and then the voice of the woman shopkeeper came out again, lingering in everyone's ears:
　　"To put it bluntly what the Nujia has done over the years, I just want him to take a look at me. Now he died of glory, no grievances, a handful of loess, and the Nujia’s hatred has become rootless duckweed.
　　 "So after tomorrow's funeral, the restaurant in the mountains will close here and never open."