C20 Chang'an Junior Yu Lin Lang 2

The Yuanyuan's voice suddenly disappeared from his mind. Gu Bai only felt a strange feeling travel from his forehead to his internal organs. Shen Du's memories of the past ten years, frame by frame, scenes, played around in his mind.

It was as if he had experienced the same thing.

After the final scene merged, Gu Bai suddenly opened his eyes. At this moment, he was wearing a clean and slightly old black embroidered robe. His long eyebrows were slanted and it brought about a piercing chill. A pair of chestnut eyes lessened the sharpness in her eyes. Her beautiful eyes were slightly raised, yet they carried a bit of an absent-minded laziness.

It was obviously the appearance of the Sixth Prince of the West Jin, Shen Du.

A thirteen year old youth, his appearance already capable of reflecting some of his unparalleled beauty in the future. He stood there, the wind blowing past his clothes. Suddenly, he smiled, a cold light flashing across his eyes.

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That year, Shen Du met Yun Zhao at the palace banquet.

The direct descendants of the three dynasties' Old General Yun had been placed in high hopes since young and thrown into the military camp, allowing him to slowly grow up by himself.

The youth was dressed in black and stood up straight like a spear. The scent of blood surrounding him made it so that no one his age dared to approach him.

But Shen Du was different.

Shen Du had an extremely good appearance. His gaze was filled with elegance. Because of this, he was mocked by many for being even weaker than a girl.

It was probably because of this that Shen Du wanted to prove that he was not that weak. Thus, he shifted his gaze onto Yun Zhao.

As long as he could defeat Yun Zhao, no one would mock him again.

Shen Du thought like this and did the same.

Ever since the palace banquet, he had been running to the general's manor every day. In any case, the Emperor ignored him. The other princes were happy to see him make a fool of himself. Compared to the other people in the Imperial City, Shen Du was rather free.

The concierge at the general's manor was already used to this. He looked at Shen Du, who was lazily leaning against the door with a fan in his hand, and shouted with confidence: "Young master, His Highness the Sixth Prince is here again!"

Moments later, a clear voice rang out: "No."

Yun Zhao's voice wasn't loud, but it could be clearly heard by everyone.

The concierge looked at Shen Du who had an indifferent expression, he shrugged helplessly and said, "Your Highness, you heard it. Young Master is still unwilling to see you, please go back."

This was already the twelfth time Shen Du came to the general's mansion after the farewell banquet.

He had originally thought that the little prince was only lusting after a moment of novelty, but now it seemed that he had acknowledged the truth.

"Woosh ~ ~ ~" Shen Du opened his fan. On the surface of the fan, there was a beautiful picture of a peony. However, compared to Shen Du's face, it seemed to be a bit dimmer.

He said nonchalantly, "It's fine. I'll come back tomorrow."

The guard was moved: "Your Highness, our master has a stubborn temper. He doesn't want to see you so no matter how many times you come you won't be able to see him."

Shen Du smiled as he heard him out, and then he said, "I heard that the ancient people invited Zhuge for a meal. Since I can't do it, this prince comes every day. I don't believe that Yun Zhao will never see me again. "

His lips curled up, and his appearance revealed a somewhat gorgeous look. "This prince's temper is also very stubborn."

The concierge looked at Shen Du's back as he turned around to leave and shook his head. Why?

He closed the door of the general's manor, thought for a moment, and walked to the inside of the courtyard.

The clear sound of a sword could be heard from far away.

When they got closer, they could see the young man wielding the sword constantly turning his body. With just a slight movement of his wrist, he could create a few beautiful sword flowers.

Yun Zhao's sword style was the same as his and looked extremely beautiful.

However, behind that alluring beauty was a heavy killing intent.

Sword light filled the sky, forming a net that was used to kill the enemy.

Yun Zhao stood among them with a calm expression.

He kept his sword and, without even looking at the gatekeeper, asked, "What is it?"

The concierge pondered for a moment, then said: "Well... Young Master, if the Sixth Prince comes back tomorrow, you can meet him. "