++++ "Ah, why is he my father?" Ye Junshu, who had just returned to Yuzhou, was full of surprise after hearing what his mother said. However, he still can't understand the rescue before Luomapo. The night at this time was as cold as water. The bright moon in the sky was gradually setting towards the west, and the surrounding area was gradually painted with a thick ink color. The breeze blew gently from the depths of the alley, and the refreshing sensation touched the somewhat hot skin. +++ "Humph, sooner or later the throne will be mine." Ye Tang, who was in the capital, looked at the two people in front of him with confidence, but he didn't notice that a pair of greedy eyes appeared in the tent, staring closely at the chair where Emperor Chu was sitting. ++++Behind the heavy rain curtain, there were many large and small dirt bags faintly visible. No one worshiped them, and even the historian's pen was unwilling to write more about them. Yes, if you don't talk about the matter of making a marquis, one general will make thousands of bones wither. Accompanying them were only the sky full of rain and snow and the howling wind. Ye Junshu waved his long sword, "Those who dare to start a war will die." Forgetting the fierce fight for the dragon chair in the capital, he embarked on a long journey to revolt. ++++When everything settled and they were sitting on the secluded island outside Jingyu City with their loved one, the two looked at each other and smiled. The smile looked so relaxed!
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