[The dragon and the phoenix among men can be called the Prince of Taiyuan.
Before I met you, I had nothing. After meeting you, I have a sword to help me conquer the world.
And after taking over the world, I, a shameless villain, broke this sword with my own hands.
The downtrodden young master x the traitorous general's son
The First Emperor of the Central Plains x The Alien Golden Sword King
Beauty Emperor Gong Ku Ge Shou may change his name
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Juan Qing spoke with a hint of sarcasm, his voice was cold, no less cold than it was on this windy and snowy day, "Skeletons like a delicate child."
Wang Yanxue smiled and said, "My mother is a spoiled child."
Juan Qing raised his head and glanced at the young master. Without saying a word, he silently carried Wang Yanxue on his back and continued trudging through the wind and snow.
Wang Yanxue, however, seemed not to feel his displeasure at all, and kept chattering, "I am not completely incapable of riding a horse and dancing with a spear. I have a silver spear with a white tassel and a forged iron tip. Unfortunately, my father gave it to my third brother."
"How do you do at home?" Juan Qing asked.
"What's your ranking?" Wang Yanxue lay on his shoulder and laughed for a while, "Jiao'er's kind is not worthy of ranking... Where are you, young hero?"
"Have you not been home for a long time?"
Wang Yanxue is like a good one-man show actor, drinking wind and swallowing snow does not prevent him from spitting beans as neatly as he can.
Juan Qing suddenly let go of his hand, and the talkative young master fell to the ground. The red cloak scattered all over the ground, like a wrinkled peony blooming in the snow.
Wang Yanxue was not annoyed either. He sat leisurely in the snow, looking at Juan Qing with a pair of long, somewhat charming eyes. His thin white lips were slightly pursed, but the curve was upward.
"Master Wang, is it cold in the snow?" Juan Qing asked.
"Naturally cool."
"Are you awake?" Juan Qing asked again.
"I'm awake all the time. I have a very good capacity for drinking. No matter how many burly men there are, they may not be able to outdrink me."
"Sober people don't talk drunkenly, and they know better than to meddle in other people's business." Juan Qing brushed off the snow on his body and looked down at Wang Yanxue, "When we get to Taiyuan City, you will be your young master, and I will go my own way. There will be no further involvement."
This was their first encounter. Many years later, Juan Qing and Taiyuan Mansion's Bing Shu climbed onto the city tower together, overlooking the thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, and Shu pointed him out:
"Everyone in future generations will remember you as the first emperor of Great Yan. Who would know that you were once the Golden Sword King of Thousand Miles Deserted Beach?"
"I forgot this name a long time ago."
"Juan Qing, sooner or later he will forget you. He is the emperor, he is the snowy sky, you are just a subject, just a piece of snow."
"Bingshu, if this is the case, I will be free."
"I am free and can blend into everything in the world. I am just a piece of snow, the emperor's snow. Even if he can't order me, I still belong to him, and the whole world belongs to him."
"It should also belong to him. This is God's compensation for his suffering." Juan Qing said with a smile.
It took a long time for Juan Qing to remember that perhaps others didn't know that his cousin, Wang Ji, was Yanxue.
So after a long time, the king was on the throne, and there were many faces around him, but there was no room for him, a foreigner with a complicated identity.
"Wang Yanxue, I will never step foot into the Central Plains again." He said to Wang Du with a smile with blood in his mouth.
Intention: Nothing is impossible with hard work.
