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The obsidian like clear and dazzling black eyes flashed with a cold and sharp aura. Under the seemingly calm eyes, a sharp and indignant expression was hidden. He calmly looked at the Prince of Peace, Li Hao, with an appearance as expected, and indifferently said: "As expected, it's you, your highness."

"The grandson of the Duke of Qing is indeed different. There isn't the slightest bit of change in his expression when he sees how decisive the killing is." Li Hao touched the jade ring on his finger, praising the man in front of him.

Although Zhao Zijin was already a prisoner, he still didn't feel like a prisoner. Lying in the prison, he looked at Li Hao, who was visiting him, and said, "My lord, have you won another county?"

"Of course, otherwise I would not have the time to meet a great talent like you." Li Hao didn't care how dirty the cell was, he just sat across from Zhao Zijin and said amiably, "I still want a senior like you to help me write a report."

"Write what? Write a decree opposing the king's conquest of the imperial court? " Zhao Zijin sat up, coldly snorted, closed his eyes and calmed his mind, then said, "Why didn't you find Leng Qingquan for this writing?"

"Of course I know that your essay is well written, but he doesn't know what happened 18 years ago." Li Hao laughed lightly, as if he was mocking Zhao Zijin's stupidity. He then spoke with an ice-cold expression and a sharp look in his eyes. He looked at Zhao Zijin and sternly said, "But your grandfather knows, I don't believe that his most beloved and most trusted grandson doesn't know anything!"

Zhao Zijin still closed his eyes to rest, but he did not answer. His trembling fingers revealed the shock in his heart.

He patted the dust on his butt and left a sentence, "It doesn't matter if you write or not, but this matter will be announced to the world. Whether or not you can protect your grandfather, the face of your Zhao Family, is all in your hands!" With that, he walked towards the door with a maniacal laugh, leaving the silent Zhao Zijin behind.

Zhao Zijin heard the footsteps getting further and further away, he opened his eyes and looked at the jade on his waist with a complicated expression. He raised his head and looked at the window in the cell, sighed, and said loudly towards Li Hao's back, "I will write!"

Li Hao stopped and turned his head to look at the extremely conflicted scholar. He said happily: "Bring us the four treasures of the study!"

"One more bottle of wine. I wouldn't be able to write such an essay without wine." Zhao Zijin lowered his head and added. A black shadow covered his handsome face, making it hard for people to see his expression.

Li Hao stared blankly for a moment, then said in a clear voice, "Bring me another two jars of the best girl red!"

He drank the wine too, but Zhao Zijin held the pen and didn't move for a long time. Li Hao became a little anxious, and he didn't show any emotion on his face. He shouted, "Are you going to write or not!?"

Zhao Zijin woke up from his stupor with a smile. He held the pen in his hand, and as he wrote, the brush danced in the air, writing a line of big words, "Phantom mice have teeth, humans have no end!" If there's no end to it, why should we not die? "

Li Hao knew that he had been played by Zhao Zijin, and no longer maintained his' Prince Ren 'look. He asked with a dark face, "You're not writing orders, you're writing rats? What, you call me shameless? "

Zhao Zijin put down the pen in his hand, but didn't reply. He only raised the corner of his mouth and responded to Li Hao.

"Good!" Good! "It really is Jiangnan's Zhao Zijin. He is so angry that he dares to throw his face away from the Zhao Family!" Li Hao's face was livid as he ridiculed Zhao Zijin.

"Humph ~" Zhao Zijin, who was holding the wine jug, sat in the corner and let out a light snort. Li Hao's expression turned even more unsightly, he swung his sleeves and walked away with a straight face, but just after walking a few steps, he suddenly remembered Zhao Zijin's chant. Listening to it, Li Hao's expression turned extremely ugly, and he quickly walked out of the cell.

After Li Hao left, Zhao Zijin's voice continued to echo in the cell.

"… …"

On the wasteland of Yanzhou, a blue-eyed youth was protecting the beautiful woman behind him. The sword in his hand had already been unsheathed.

The tip of the sword was aimed at the hundred man team in front of them, but Li Ye said nothing. The green flag in his hand moved along the direction of his finger, like a swimming green snake, and bounced off the sharp blades that were thrusting towards him.

With a flip of his wrist, he moved forward and cut off the head in front of him. He then casually turned around and knocked away the soldier who was about to grab Xun Shi Man, and with a few steps, he snatched the unsheathed sharp blade from the man's waist. He then lifted it up and cut off the head of the horse that was charging towards him.

With a few twists and turns of his body, Li Ye avoided the incoming sharp blades. The blade was placed horizontally on his back, blocking the iron spear aimed at him. His legs bent slightly as he stepped on the ground, stepping out of the spiderweb-like crack.

Listening to the soldiers' wails, Li Ye frowned and pointed his sword towards their throats, leaving a few small holes in their throats, stopping the pain of the soldiers. Li Ye stood up and pointed his sword at the tip of Fan Yang's spear, leaping out of the encirclement of the soldiers.

With trembling hands, they threw away the weapons in their hands and scattered. Seeing that there were deserters, Fan Yang's face turned ashen, and the iron spear in his hands shone with a cold light, hitting the back of the fleeing soldiers, he shouted sternly, "You are not allowed to retreat! Whoever steps back dies! "

Li Ye glanced at Fan Yang, and with a leap, jumped behind Fan Yang. The green flag went through the gap in Fan Yang's armor and stabbed into his body. Before Fan Yang could even turn his head and see Li Ye's expression, he spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to the ground after shaking a few times.

Seeing that the troops had all fallen, the morale of the troops that they had gathered finally dissipated once again. Throwing down their weapons, they scattered in all directions. With a cold face, Li Ye rode Fan Yang's Cyan Bristled Horse to chase down the fleeing soldiers.

Within the time it took for an incense stick to burn, the fleeing soldiers were chased clean by Li Ye. He turned his horse around and took the pale-faced Xun Shi Man who was still in a daze. Li Ye snorted coldly and asked coldly, "What's wrong?" Scared? "

Xun Shi Man came back to her senses and stubbornly shook her head. She gritted her teeth and said, "Young Master, it's not that I'm afraid of these things. I just don't understand why you waste so much time killing all the deserters."

Li Ye let out a cold snort and pulled Xun Shi Man onto the horse. He looked into the distance and indifferently said: "A male model has a body, but a human is rude! "How can a man die when he is rude?

Such a beast should not exist in this world without its basic righteousness and shame!