Vol 8 Chapter 199: Forever dissatisfaction

"Now Yuanwu is like a dream of Wang."
In Uzbekistan, the Uzbeks migrated with the relocation of pastures and hunting grounds, and the royal family did. However, the connection with the outside world was getting closer and closer during this time. A top-like statue scattered in a pearl-like tent in the wilderness, the old woman with the highest power in Uzbekistan looked at the letter from the latest pass from Jiaodong County, and looked at the two maids in the camp in an unusually gentle manner. Said: "In those days, people in the world wanted Wang Jingmeng to die, but after Wang Jingmeng died, now the world is now in the hands of Yuanwu, who is in control of the Qin Dynasty. It is not as good as Wang Jingmeng, and so many people in the world will also be Yuanwu and Zheng. The sleeves are seen through, so now everyone in the world wants Yuanwu to die."
"Zheng Shou wants to fight with Yuan Wu, and everyone in the world wants to see it."
People at high places always have the same opinion. She also said the same thing. "Should many people think about helping Zheng sleeves, especially when Zheng sleeves are dying."
At this time, the two maids in her camp were thankful Hu Jingjing.
Whether it is the many giants in Guanzhong or the many practice sites in Changling, they are the victims of Zheng Shou’s administration. They naturally cannot have a good impression on Zheng Shou.
At this point, the two girls only felt that there was a cause and effect in this silence.
"Even if there are no nine dead silkworms reborn, I am afraid there will be such a battle between the two people, but it is not necessarily who wants to die in the world." Hu Jingjing directly revealed his inner thoughts, "but as a husband and wife, even a sword The array is not willing to exchange, Yuanwu's feelings and hypocrisy are more disgusting than the cold and betrayal of Zheng sleeve."

Women are always easy to sympathize with women.
Wu’s old woman laughed and smiled, and her face was wrinkled like a knife:
Especially in a similar position, I can understand that women have to pay for this position. More price."
"A lot of people's merits can't be commented even if they are history books. People who are proud and genius are just a wave in the big river." The old woman looked at Xie Weihu Jingjing. "I have nothing to teach you. You should also leave Uzbekistan to go to Jiaodong County."
Before thanking Hu Jingjing for opening, the old woman added another sentence, "You bring me a gift to Zheng sleeve. We have no good things in Uzbekistan, but there is a nephrite mask that can make her face." As soon as she recovered, she was going back to Changling and Yuanwu. It was just a woman. This is the gift I gave her."
Xie Mou Hu Jingjing has always admired this old woman.
It is not her cultivation, but her view of the world lies in her wisdom and tolerance.
Appearance is the ultimate dignity for a woman, especially when such a scene must be carefully described in many books.
It is such dignity that the old woman gave Zheng sleeves.
"You are not happy?" Wu Qizi entered the camp. He and Xie Rou were similar in age. Together with the relationship between Ding Ning and Li Xing in the past war, he became friends with Xie Rou and Hu Jingjing and bid farewell to them. He left the U.S. to go to Jiaodong County and handed it over to him. He is also one of the most loved grandsons of this old woman. She often comes back and asks to stay in peace. He can see the emotions of the old woman.
The old woman and Zheng Shou have been fighting for many years in the tangible and intangible. Now Zheng sleeves are closed. He should be happy when he wants to come to the old woman, but what he actually sees does not seem to be the case.
"People will die after all, she is just a little earlier, and I will eventually leave the world, so there is nothing happy about life and death." The old woman smiled and told him, "It’s just that the lives of others often change. Looking back into my own mirror. In my opinion, her life is to think too far and think too embarrassed."
"As I am now, even if I manage the entire Uzbek." She looked at Wu Zizi and gave her excuse meticulously. "If there is a day in the future, you will take care of Ubs, and you should not think too much." I want to go too far. There is a long-term foundation in the world. When you close your eyes, everything will cease to exist. It’s better for people around you, let more people say good things, and be happy when you die. This is what life means, nothing to do with where you sit."
"Isn't human being a person?"
She walked out of the camp and looked at the snow-capped mountains in the distance, smiling and naturally saying: "How strong is it, still people, and will not really become God."
This last sentence is what she said to her.
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Under the mountain, the large palace is nearing completion.
In a newly completed palace, the top of the temple is painted with gold powder and silver powder, and the sun, the moon and the stars are shining.
There are a lot of wonderful light, flying from the heavens and the earth with the breath of Yuan Wu, floating in the body of Yuan Wu.
Yuanwu in cultivation is like a legendary god.
A letter was passed to the door of the temple.
The officials holding the letter in their hands have already seen the big scene, but their hands and the whole body are still shaking.
Because this letter comes from the Queen Zheng sleeve, is her personal book.
Yuan Wu stopped practicing, and the light of the mysterious disappeared in the temple.
He opened the letter from this long distance.
"When the moon is full moon next month, I will return to Changling, fight with you, and hope that I will lose my appointment and laugh at the world."
The content of the letterhead is very simple.
Yuan Wu’s face has not changed, but his left eyelid has jumped inexplicably.
This is an invited gauntlet.
In Changling, many years ago, he and Zheng Zong also had a lot of intimate correspondence.
But in all the letters of the year, Zheng Shou did not use "you", but used the word "Jun".
There is a big difference between "a battle with you" and "a battle with the king."
Yuan Wu slowly lifted.
The letter was turned into dust in the moment when it fell in his hands.
The sunlight outside the palace seems to be a bit glaring.
He blinked his eyes slightly and counted the time in his heart.
When the moon is just over this month, it will be less than one month when the moon is next month.
"Actually, I can't understand."
He took a deep breath and sighed and sighed in his heart. "I can't understand why you have a lot of dissatisfaction, both for the then Jiaodong County, for the Changling at that time, and for the king. Dreaming, and for me, are dissatisfied, forever dissatisfied, in addition to harming you, but also harm everyone."
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When he thought about it in this cold palace, Yantai Guanjian caught up with a caravan at the border of Qin and Chu.
There is a young nephew in the caravan.
The master of the Zhao Jian furnace was less awkward than when he was on the Weihe River in the same year, but he was a little more quiet.
In this caravan, there are quite a few Qin people who left Changling in the past, such as Wang Taixu.