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Xue Ling lowered his eyes, sighed softly, Shen Yuanzhou's face became colder, and said: "Have we met before?" There was already a threat in the words, he saw that Xue Ling was only seventeen or eighteen years old, weak and handsome, heartbroken and widowed , Desolate and deserted, can't see the way, want to scare.

Xue Ling raised his hand, and a half-palm-sized brocade bag fell out of his palm. The red drawstring was hanging around his index finger. The satin cloth with a crescent moon white background had a bluegrass on top, and a colorful glass bead on each side. It was very delicate, like a girl carrying a sachet, dangling in front of Shen Yuanzhou's eyes.

Xue Ling seemed to be recalling the past, with an ethereal tone: "They said, I look like my father, so you can see that I am familiar."

People around asked one after another, "Who is your father?" Shen Yuanzhou's eyes rested on Xue Ling's hands for a moment, his muscles and bones were strong, and his strength was fully displayed. At first glance, he looked like a martial arts practitioner.

After thinking about it, he looked at the brochure bag, reached out to pick it up suspiciously, stared at Xue Ling who had fumbled and slowly opened it, and found nothing strange. And the animal body is the mold of the private seal.

Turning it over, Shen Yuanzhou's color changed instantly. He looked at Xue Ling again, counted his eyes at the seal, and said, "You are. You are"

Xue Ling nodded, and said, "I am. I don't know if the general can take a step to speak."

The side shouted, "Who is who?", and reminded Xue Ling: "Where is the general here? There is only King Shen here."

Xue Ling didn't respond, and thought to himself that the word "Shen Wang" means that Shen Yuanzhou didn't choose a name for himself, and used his own surname to call himself king.

Shen Yuanzhou raised his hand to stop others, and slid his fingertips over the seal. The color, texture, and traces of use must be true, and it is impossible for ordinary people to fake this thing.

When he looked at Xue Ling, he changed from his previous indifference and restraint, and became more enthusiastic, and said with a smile, "Yes, yes. No wonder it looks familiar. I have met your father. You. No wonder..."

He probably remembered Xue Yihan's unsightly death, so he held back his smile and said hesitantly, "I haven't seen it a few times, but you...you...you do look alike."

He turned to others and said, "Let's stop here tonight. We've said enough. This little brother is not an outsider. He came from afar. I have some private matters to ask."

Everyone's chatting and laughing gradually receded, Xue Ling lowered his eyes and said nothing, only thinking that Shen Yuanzhou was not an important minister before, and according to his age, he had never seen what Xue Yihan looked like when he was young. "really".

After everyone left, Shen Yuanzhou said anxiously, "You are Xue Yihan, a former Northwest general."

"My surname is Xue, and my single name is Ling." Xue Ling stretched out his hand and said, "It is my father's relic. You have seen it and it is the same. Please return it to me."

Shen Yuanzhou took another look, handed it to Xue Ling and said, "Yes, it should be. You are me, so you know something familiar."

In this way, everything can be explained. He does feel familiar with Xue Ling, but he has no impression of seeing this person. Xue Yihan met him a few times in the early years, and comparing his eyebrows and eyes, he can vaguely overlap with the vague impression.

Moreover, Tang Jian said that there were a total of ten people, all headed by the surname "Zhao", and the one who donated food was more like a foil.Since he is Xue Yihan's son, it makes sense.Wherever Xu Shi went, he was followed by dead men, no wonder he knew it was with a sword at a glance.

Having said that, he wondered: "Back then...Back then"

Xue Ling interrupted: "When my father was convicted, the emperor did not anger his family."

Shen Yuanzhou was a little embarrassed, and said with a sneer: "That's what you said, it's just... As far as I know. Huo. There must be someone who won't just let you go. How did you come back here?"

Xue Ling put the seal back into the kit bag, tied it with a drawstring, looked directly at Shen Yuanzhou and said, "After my father died, the Huo family and the Son of Heaven hunted me down hand in hand, I escaped by chance, and lived in seclusion in the countryside.

These years, remembering my father's words, I neither returned to Beijing nor went home until I heard that there was a war in Bianguan, and my heart was hard to calm down. I also heard that the Northwest is now under your rule, so I came here to join you. "

She paused, looked away, and asked as if she didn't want to mention it: "I remember that the Huo family was here a few years ago. It's really strange, why it became you for no reason."

Shen Yuanzhou believed her initially, he sighed and said, "It's a long story."

Xue Ling asked again: "I heard them call you the king. When will this place be able to stand on its own as king?"

Shen Yuanzhou smiled wryly, pointed to the nearest chair, and said: "Sit down, sit down, you've been here for so long, I want you to stand all the time." He sat down by himself first, and did not return to the original table.

Xue Ling followed and sat down lightly. Shen Yuanzhou poured tea on the small table, and the water poured out without a trace of heat. He pushed it to Xue Ling and said, "You were born here, so you don't need me to be polite. These days are difficult. , It’s good to have a saliva to drink.”

Xue Ling took the tea, took a sip, and said, "That's right."

Shen Yuanzhou said: "You asked me just now why the Huo family is gone. I don't believe it. Even if you live in seclusion, you must know that Huo Zhun was cut off for plotting to rebel. The Huo family was cut down, so this place It must not be the Huo family."

"Even so, it's not your turn."

With tea on his lips, Shen Yuanzhou suddenly turned his head to look at her when he heard this, and saw that she was serious, she was telling the truth, without irony at all, she couldn't hold back a few hahas, but when she closed her mouth, her eyes were flushed.

He said: "You said it wasn't my turn, and I also said it wasn't my turn. The world is unpredictable, and it's better not to be here when it's my turn." After that, he talked about the past two years from beginning to end, and then Mentioning that he couldn't bear to see thousands of people displaced in the northwest, he repeatedly refused the order and ended up a lonely family.

He asked Xue Ling: "Tell me, can I be called the king of this song?"

Xue Ling lowered his head, fingertips moved back and forth in his palms, and after a long time he said indifferently: "If you ask other people, they will definitely say yes.

If you ask me, I'm going to say it's incredible. "

"What's the meaning of this?"

"When Emperor Liang Cheng died, my father was a courtier, so he should return to Beijing to hold the funeral. Misfortunes never come singly. The barbarians gathered their troops and went outside Pingcheng to stare at them. The new emperor in Beijing was not appointed by the destiny. So and so."

She chuckled twice and asked, "My father didn't claim the title of king, so why should you be the king?"

Shen Yuanzhou paused, groped back and forth on the chair several times, and said in a deep voice, "So Xue Yihan is dead."

"What about you?" Xue Ling tilted his face, and asked with a smile: "Did you ever work together with Wei Lang to frame my father?"

"No." Shen Yuanzhou raised his head slightly, and said seriously: "Although my Shen family is serving as the new emperor, I have never participated in Xue Song's crime."

"You said that you have served as the new emperor. If that's the case, then you can't just stand by and watch. You are." Xue Ling was like a teacher or a friend, persuasive and gentle, said:

"You are a pusher."