For a Prosperous World

(I was a little rushed yesterday, so the previous chapter was a bit simple. I modified it last night and it should be better. X)

Gu Nan walked down from the high platform, and gave a ruthless glance back, and there was no sound under the pavilion.

Be laughed

Feeling shameless, I am a military general.

She didn't dare to think about what the people below would think. Her estimated Yiwu would become the joke of the whole city tomorrow.

Ha ha.

She had the urge to find a wall to die, she simply could not bear it.

Going down the steps with no strength, Gu Nan only felt that he was a bit tired, and he was tired than fighting a battle. It was a feeling of mental exhaustion.

When I walked back in front of Zheng Zheng, I saw Zheng Zheng staring blankly at myself, not sure what I was thinking.

Maybe it was angry, and Gu Nan was not saluting. He extended a finger and bounced on Zheng Zheng's forehead.

"I'm a shame this time. I'm satisfied now."

He snapped a buzz, and Gu Zheng was bounced back to God by Gu Nan's bounce. He looked at those close to him and flushed: "Full, satisfied."

He glanced at him for a while, seeing Zhengzheng again.

Gu Nan turned and walked away, pulling on the cuffs, ready to change the clothes on her body.

Xun Zheng, sitting alone at the table, touched his forehead folly.

But grinned and chuckled.

It's been a long time since Mr. Gu has not struck the widow's forehead like this.

The ministers in the temple slowly woke up from the dance and exhaled the staleness in their chests.

Glancing reluctantly, the man had gone to the high floor.

"Haha, it's so fast to see such an immortal dance tonight, old man, Xie Qin is dancing."

The crowd then reacted and worshiped upstairs: "Xie Qin gave the dance."

"Hum." He Zheng snorted coldly when he heard the voice outside, even what the widows asked for.

He regretted it a little, and it was up to Mr. Gu to jump to him alone.

By the time Gu Nan came back, the white dress had been replaced, and the white clothes and the fierce animal face were replaced again.

Xunzheng looked at Gu Nan who had changed into Jiayi again, and remembered that she looked like she was dusty, and she had some regrets and annoyance in her eyes.

I was just in a daze just now, but I haven't had time to look at it clearly.

I want to see it again.

But looking at Gu Nan's appearance, it was clear that his anger remained and Xun Zheng did not dare to mention it.

Gu Nan looked at Zheng Zheng, and the depression in his chest became helpless. After all, it was a student who grew up watching him, so let him make a joke.

Sighed and shook his head.

"King." He bowed slightly, holding the box with the skirt: "This is just good clothes."

Jun Zhengyi: "Isn't the widow saying that you are giving away to Mr.?"

Gu Nan put the box on the table and said weakly, "You know, King, I'm a military general and I don't need this kind of clothing."

"That's for Mr. Yu, too."

Gu Nan wanted to say something but was stopped by Yan Zheng raising his hand.

Seriously.

"Mr. led the army all year round and fought for my Da Qin, but he had no merit and no reward. Da Qin owed a lot to him. The meager gift was a thank you to the widow, and he asked me not to refuse.

Gu Nan looked at the box silently, and finally accepted it helplessly.

Xunzheng smiled and turned to Xianyang outside the building: "And, Mr. Gu, what you just looked like is very nice."

Snapped.

A finger bounced on Zheng Zheng's head again.

"Sir, why did you hit me?"

"Disrespectful teacher."

"Hehehe, sir, it's time to hit."

On the second day, the Qingyi dance among the palace chants came out of the palace wall. I don't know who said it too much, and the dance was spread in Xianyang City. The scholar didn't see the demeanor and remorse, and made himself grieve. There are also talks that have been seen.

But no one knows exactly who did the dance.

All I know is a very beautiful woman who has never been seen in the palace.

Some people say that it was Princess Qin, but King Qin had just been crowned and had not heard anything from the Princess.

In this way, there are even more divergent opinions, such as the dancers of the good dance in the palace, the sisters of the Qin King, and even the godsend a dance, wishing Qin Guoyun.

The most ridiculous thing is that there are people who say that it is a trap leader, that he has been fortunate enough to see that trap leader will take off his face, just like the woman.

Of course, it is natural to provoke the laughter of everyone, who will not know what kind of killer will be in the tragedy.

I have seen people returning from the troop pointing at the east gate of Xianyang City with a smile. At that time, the whole street was full of fierce anger, which made people dare not look up, even when they approached, they could feel cold and atmospheric I dare not catch my breath.

That kind of person would be a woman?

Who can believe in the dance music that is called the ministers?

In the palace, the painter stowed his pen.

On the silk cloth was painted a soft woman with stretched sleeves and standing under Yunyue, as if dancing.

He put the pen aside, and he was silently obsessed with the silk cloth. This painting should be the best work of his life.

"Are you ready to paint?" A voice asked, and Zheng Zheng sat there.

The painter quickly bowed down and saluted: "It's alright to return to the king."

"Come up."

"Yes."

The silk cloth was handed up and brought to Xun Zheng, who was taken over and held in his hand.

Although the painting is good, after all, it lacks a charm, but it is still beautiful.

Xu Zheng looked at the painting and smiled slightly.

At the gate of the city, a young man wearing a white burlap shirt was standing there ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ It looks like he is only about 20 years old, with long black hair tied to his head, and a bronze sword .

The body is upright, with this sharp breath, making this young man who should be quite ordinary look like a sharp sword standing there.

With a faint look on the angular face, he looked at the streets of Xianyang City, and there seemed to be some nostalgia in his eyes.

Should be a young swordsman, but strangely, there is a short wooden sword on his waist.

The wooden sword is still awkward, and it can only be said to be a sword.

A swordsman with such a sword is weird.

There was some bustling on the street, but the swordsman was a little quiet next to him, and his voice seemed to be stopped, and it was already very small when it passed to him.

He opened his mouth, as if to himself: "Xianyang City."

A child ran past the young man.

But the young man stretched his hands over his shoulders.

The child turned back to see the figure standing in front of him, and was frightened to take a half step back: "Are you doing anything?"

The young man froze, his face moved with a somewhat reluctant smile.

"Little brother, do you know how to get to Wu'an Junfu this Xianyang City?"

"Wu'an Junfu?" Rw