Chapter 2355
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"If Liang Po is your Majesty's strongest shield, then you Guan Zhengqing will be your Majesty's sharpest gun!"
The night was hazy and the wind of the snowy night roared past the majestic palace in the center of the capital, making a very harsh noise.
Deep in the solemn Imperial Palace, snowflakes fell on the eaves one after another without a sound. At the same time, orange red lights shot out from the interior of one of the palaces. Looking from a distance, they were like bright flowers blooming in this snowy night.
Inside the palace, it is as warm as spring, and the slowly burning dark wood charcoal continuously provides heat for the whole palace. Moreover, around the huge palace, the burning candles are lined out and burned together, and the scene is magnificent.
The snowy night was deep, but the lights in the hall were bright. At the same time, the lights from all directions lit up the figure kneeling at the door of the hall.
The figure was dressed in dark and solemn dark winged army armor and knelt on his knees, but his spine was straight, his head bowed and motionless, just like a sculpture.
At the same time, in the center of the hall, there was a recliner. On the recliner, there was an old lady.
The thick silk quilt covered the old man's legs, but she didn't lie down, but sat steadily, with her back as straight as an old and firm old pine.
At the same time, the old lady's eyes looking ahead are not muddy, but extremely embarrassed and divine, with an extremely strong sense of oppression.
For a time, the air in the whole hall seemed to be completely solidified. Even the surrounding candles were no longer swaying because of the momentum emitted from the old man's body.
At the next breath, the old lady with bright eyes suddenly coughed several times, which completely broke the tranquility of the main hall and eased the killing atmosphere.
Then the old lady relaxed her body and whispered:
"Guan Zhengqing, I know I can't live long."
As soon as he said this, the young figure kneeling at the door of the hall suddenly raised his head. In his eyes, there was a color of shock for the first time. His thin lips opened, but he wanted to talk and stopped.
After repeated several times, the young man did not speak after all. He just put his hands forward and saluted respectfully.
After the ceremony, the old lady in the center of the hall took a deep breath slowly, and then the overbearing voice that could not be refused rolled out again:
"I'm dying soon, so I need to leave something for yu'er. Guan Zhengqing, I know that you are the most gifted gun in the history of the whole summer.
"I won't ask about your secret. I believe yu'er can handle it himself. I just want to hear your promise this time."
When the voice fell, the old lady took off the quilt in front of her, and the whole person stood up from the recliner, then stepped forward and stepped out. The majestic voice resounded through the hall again:
"I want you to repeat what you just said in this palace!"
As soon as the words came out, Guan Zhengqing, who bowed and saluted, raised his head again. In his dark eyes, there were violent waves rising and falling back and forth, and there was also momentum rising and shrinking on his young body.
After a few breaths, Guan Zhengqing opened his mouth and uttered a voice word by word:
"I, Guan Zhengqing, would like to be your majesty, the sharpest gun!"
After the loud voice came out, the old man nodded and stayed in place. The louder voice continued to sound:
"Continue to follow the palace. In any case, Guan Zhengqing will not point the gun at his majesty!"
The sound fell again, and the Qi of the whole Lingbo hall suddenly became infinite. Then Guan Zhengqing's body gave a slight meal again, and his overlapping hands suddenly clenched.
Next, I looked at Guan Zhengqing, who hadn't spoken for a long time. The old lady on crutches bowed her head, glanced at her eyes, and a faint voice came out:
"Why, general Guan, don't you want to give me this promise?"
This seemingly bland speech contained a sea of blood and dead bodies and rough waves. Then the old lady lifted her crutch and knocked heavily on the ground down, word by word, and roared forward:
"All this, is the old man wrong about people, or yu'er he wrong about people?"
Before the sound of rhetorical questions fell, Guan Zhengqing's original rigid body suddenly relaxed, and the momentum around the whole body disappeared like a receding tide.
Then the young man moved forward and crawled on the ground, hiding all the emotions on his face. At the same time, a very serious voice came out:
"I, Guan Zhengqing, hereby swear that no matter life or death, we will never aim the gun at your majesty!"
After a flash, this oath, as if with some power, became louder and louder, and rose into the sky, echoed throughout the snowy night, and seemed to directly break through the shackles of time and space, and sounded very far later.
At the same time, on the battlefield of jiulongguan, when the pale figure sitting on the soul tower stretched out his right hand covered by bone armor and held the bloody dragon gun on his side.
This speech, as well as the fleeting picture, suddenly sounded in his already cold mind, and then his action stopped.
The picture that once happened is extremely blurred, just like a thin leaf passing in the rolling river, but the resounding oath is like a roaring tsunami.
"Oh!"
After a flash, a low roar with great pain came out of Guan Zhengqing's mouth, so that his left hand covered his head with extreme trembling, and the whole person's breath shook wildly.
"What sound? What sound?"
Soon, the moaning of pain turned into bursts of roaring. At the same time, the Dragon gun held by Guan Zhengqing's right hand seemed to have infinite weight and was difficult to lift.
At the next breath, Guan Zhengqing, who was originally sitting on the ground, fell forward, knelt on one knee with a bloody dragon gun, and pressed down the pain from the source of sleeplessness.
Then he continued to raise his head, looked at the young emperor holding the spear of the earth in front, and slowly said in a very hoarse voice:
"Why, why?"
After this puzzled inquiry fell, Guan Zhengqing shook his head, and his hoarse voice continued to say:
"In my mind, there has always been a voice telling me that I can't carry the gun to you or point the gun at you. This is the second time I heard this voice after I appeared in the sleepless sea.
"So who are you and who am I?"
At the end of the sentence, the soul fire in Guan Zhengqing's eyes of the sleepless person jumped violently to an unprecedented degree, just like the candlelight beating in the Lingbo hall when he swore to the old lady that day.
The soul fire flickers, and the oath made by Guan Zhengqing is wrapped in it.
No matter what I look like now, the promises I once made are still engraved into my body and soul. This is the Tao belonging to Guan Zhengqing!
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"If Liang Po is your Majesty's strongest shield, then you Guan Zhengqing will be your Majesty's sharpest gun!"
The night was hazy and the wind of the snowy night roared past the majestic palace in the center of the capital, making a very harsh noise.
Deep in the solemn Imperial Palace, snowflakes fell on the eaves one after another without a sound. At the same time, orange red lights shot out from the interior of one of the palaces. Looking from a distance, they were like bright flowers blooming in this snowy night.
Inside the palace, it is as warm as spring, and the slowly burning dark wood charcoal continuously provides heat for the whole palace. Moreover, around the huge palace, the burning candles are lined out and burned together, and the scene is magnificent.
The snowy night was deep, but the lights in the hall were bright. At the same time, the lights from all directions lit up the figure kneeling at the door of the hall.
The figure was dressed in dark and solemn dark winged army armor and knelt on his knees, but his spine was straight, his head bowed and motionless, just like a sculpture.
At the same time, in the center of the hall, there was a recliner. On the recliner, there was an old lady.
The thick silk quilt covered the old man's legs, but she didn't lie down, but sat steadily, with her back as straight as an old and firm old pine.
At the same time, the old lady's eyes looking ahead are not muddy, but extremely embarrassed and divine, with an extremely strong sense of oppression.
For a time, the air in the whole hall seemed to be completely solidified. Even the surrounding candles were no longer swaying because of the momentum emitted from the old man's body.
At the next breath, the old lady with bright eyes suddenly coughed several times, which completely broke the tranquility of the main hall and eased the killing atmosphere.
Then the old lady relaxed her body and whispered:
"Guan Zhengqing, I know I can't live long."
As soon as he said this, the young figure kneeling at the door of the hall suddenly raised his head. In his eyes, there was a color of shock for the first time. His thin lips opened, but he wanted to talk and stopped.
After repeated several times, the young man did not speak after all. He just put his hands forward and saluted respectfully.
After the ceremony, the old lady in the center of the hall took a deep breath slowly, and then the overbearing voice that could not be refused rolled out again:
"I'm dying soon, so I need to leave something for yu'er. Guan Zhengqing, I know that you are the most gifted gun in the history of the whole summer.
"I won't ask about your secret. I believe yu'er can handle it himself. I just want to hear your promise this time."
When the voice fell, the old lady took off the quilt in front of her, and the whole person stood up from the recliner, then stepped forward and stepped out. The majestic voice resounded through the hall again:
"I want you to repeat what you just said in this palace!"
As soon as the words came out, Guan Zhengqing, who bowed and saluted, raised his head again. In his dark eyes, there were violent waves rising and falling back and forth, and there was also momentum rising and shrinking on his young body.
After a few breaths, Guan Zhengqing opened his mouth and uttered a voice word by word:
"I, Guan Zhengqing, would like to be your majesty, the sharpest gun!"
After the loud voice came out, the old man nodded and stayed in place. The louder voice continued to sound:
"Continue to follow the palace. In any case, Guan Zhengqing will not point the gun at his majesty!"
The sound fell again, and the Qi of the whole Lingbo hall suddenly became infinite. Then Guan Zhengqing's body gave a slight meal again, and his overlapping hands suddenly clenched.
Next, I looked at Guan Zhengqing, who hadn't spoken for a long time. The old lady on crutches bowed her head, glanced at her eyes, and a faint voice came out:
"Why, general Guan, don't you want to give me this promise?"
This seemingly bland speech contained a sea of blood and dead bodies and rough waves. Then the old lady lifted her crutch and knocked heavily on the ground down, word by word, and roared forward:
"All this, is the old man wrong about people, or yu'er he wrong about people?"
Before the sound of rhetorical questions fell, Guan Zhengqing's original rigid body suddenly relaxed, and the momentum around the whole body disappeared like a receding tide.
Then the young man moved forward and crawled on the ground, hiding all the emotions on his face. At the same time, a very serious voice came out:
"I, Guan Zhengqing, hereby swear that no matter life or death, we will never aim the gun at your majesty!"
After a flash, this oath, as if with some power, became louder and louder, and rose into the sky, echoed throughout the snowy night, and seemed to directly break through the shackles of time and space, and sounded very far later.
At the same time, on the battlefield of jiulongguan, when the pale figure sitting on the soul tower stretched out his right hand covered by bone armor and held the bloody dragon gun on his side.
This speech, as well as the fleeting picture, suddenly sounded in his already cold mind, and then his action stopped.
The picture that once happened is extremely blurred, just like a thin leaf passing in the rolling river, but the resounding oath is like a roaring tsunami.
"Oh!"
After a flash, a low roar with great pain came out of Guan Zhengqing's mouth, so that his left hand covered his head with extreme trembling, and the whole person's breath shook wildly.
"What sound? What sound?"
Soon, the moaning of pain turned into bursts of roaring. At the same time, the Dragon gun held by Guan Zhengqing's right hand seemed to have infinite weight and was difficult to lift.
At the next breath, Guan Zhengqing, who was originally sitting on the ground, fell forward, knelt on one knee with a bloody dragon gun, and pressed down the pain from the source of sleeplessness.
Then he continued to raise his head, looked at the young emperor holding the spear of the earth in front, and slowly said in a very hoarse voice:
"Why, why?"
After this puzzled inquiry fell, Guan Zhengqing shook his head, and his hoarse voice continued to say:
"In my mind, there has always been a voice telling me that I can't carry the gun to you or point the gun at you. This is the second time I heard this voice after I appeared in the sleepless sea.
"So who are you and who am I?"
At the end of the sentence, the soul fire in Guan Zhengqing's eyes of the sleepless person jumped violently to an unprecedented degree, just like the candlelight beating in the Lingbo hall when he swore to the old lady that day.
The soul fire flickers, and the oath made by Guan Zhengqing is wrapped in it.
No matter what I look like now, the promises I once made are still engraved into my body and soul. This is the Tao belonging to Guan Zhengqing!
You can read the novel online free at novelhall. com
"If Liang Po is your Majesty's strongest shield, then you Guan Zhengqing will be your Majesty's sharpest gun!"The night was hazy and the wind of the snowy night roared past the majestic palace in the center of the capital, making a very harsh noise.Deep in the solemn Imperial Palace, snowflakes fell on the eaves one after another without a sound. At the same time, orange red lights shot out from the interior of one of the palaces. Looking from a distance, they were like bright flowers blooming in this snowy night.Inside the palace, it is as warm as spring, and the slowly burning dark wood charcoal continuously provides heat for the whole palace. Moreover, around the huge palace, the burning candles are lined out and burned together, and the scene is magnificent.The snowy night was deep, but the lights in the hall were bright. At the same time, the lights from all directions lit up the figure kneeling at the door of the hall.The figure was dressed in dark and solemn dark winged army armor and knelt on his knees, but his spine was straight, his head bowed and motionless, just like a sculpture.At the same time, in the center of the hall, there was a recliner. On the recliner, there was an old lady.The thick silk quilt covered the old man's legs, but she didn't lie down, but sat steadily, with her back as straight as an old and firm old pine.At the same time, the old lady's eyes looking ahead are not muddy, but extremely embarrassed and divine, with an extremely strong sense of oppression.For a time, the air in the whole hall seemed to be completely solidified. Even the surrounding candles were no longer swaying because of the momentum emitted from the old man's body.At the next breath, the old lady with bright eyes suddenly coughed several times, which completely broke the tranquility of the main hall and eased the killing atmosphere.Then the old lady relaxed her body and whispered:"Guan Zhengqing, I know I can't live long."As soon as he said this, the young figure kneeling at the door of the hall suddenly raised his head. In his eyes, there was a color of shock for the first time. His thin lips opened, but he wanted to talk and stopped.After repeated several times, the young man did not speak after all. He just put his hands forward and saluted respectfully.After the ceremony, the old lady in the center of the hall took a deep breath slowly, and then the overbearing voice that could not be refused rolled out again:"I'm dying soon, so I need to leave something for yu'er. Guan Zhengqing, I know that you are the most gifted gun in the history of the whole summer."I won't ask about your secret. I believe yu'er can handle it himself. I just want to hear your promise this time."When the voice fell, the old lady took off the quilt in front of her, and the whole person stood up from the recliner, then stepped forward and stepped out. The majestic voice resounded through the hall again:"I want you to repeat what you just said in this palace!"As soon as the words came out, Guan Zhengqing, who bowed and saluted, raised his head again. In his dark eyes, there were violent waves rising and falling back and forth, and there was also momentum rising and shrinking on his young body.After a few breaths, Guan Zhengqing opened his mouth and uttered a voice word by word:"I, Guan Zhengqing, would like to be your majesty, the sharpest gun!"After the loud voice came out, the old man nodded and stayed in place. The louder voice continued to sound:"Continue to follow the palace. In any case, Guan Zhengqing will not point the gun at his majesty!"The sound fell again, and the Qi of the whole Lingbo hall suddenly became infinite. Then Guan Zhengqing's body gave a slight meal again, and his overlapping hands suddenly clenched.Next, I looked at Guan Zhengqing, who hadn't spoken for a long time. The old lady on crutches bowed her head, glanced at her eyes, and a faint voice came out:"Why, general Guan, don't you want to give me this promise?"This seemingly bland speech contained a sea of blood and dead bodies and rough waves. Then the old lady lifted her crutch and knocked heavily on the ground down, word by word, and roared forward:"All this, is the old man wrong about people, or yu'er he wrong about people?"Before the sound of rhetorical questions fell, Guan Zhengqing's original rigid body suddenly relaxed, and the momentum around the whole body disappeared like a receding tide.Then the young man moved forward and crawled on the ground, hiding all the emotions on his face. At the same time, a very serious voice came out:"I, Guan Zhengqing, hereby swear that no matter life or death, we will never aim the gun at your majesty!"After a flash, this oath, as if with some power, became louder and louder, and rose into the sky, echoed throughout the snowy night, and seemed to directly break through the shackles of time and space, and sounded very far later.At the same time, on the battlefield of jiulongguan, when the pale figure sitting on the soul tower stretched out his right hand covered by bone armor and held the bloody dragon gun on his side.This speech, as well as the fleeting picture, suddenly sounded in his already cold mind, and then his action stopped.The picture that once happened is extremely blurred, just like a thin leaf passing in the rolling river, but the resounding oath is like a roaring tsunami."Oh!"After a flash, a low roar with great pain came out of Guan Zhengqing's mouth, so that his left hand covered his head with extreme trembling, and the whole person's breath shook wildly."What sound? What sound?"Soon, the moaning of pain turned into bursts of roaring. At the same time, the Dragon gun held by Guan Zhengqing's right hand seemed to have infinite weight and was difficult to lift.At the next breath, Guan Zhengqing, who was originally sitting on the ground, fell forward, knelt on one knee with a bloody dragon gun, and pressed down the pain from the source of sleeplessness.Then he continued to raise his head, looked at the young emperor holding the spear of the earth in front, and slowly said in a very hoarse voice:"Why, why?"After this puzzled inquiry fell, Guan Zhengqing shook his head, and his hoarse voice continued to say:"In my mind, there has always been a voice telling me that I can't carry the gun to you or point the gun at you. This is the second time I heard this voice after I appeared in the sleepless sea."So who are you and who am I?"At the end of the sentence, the soul fire in Guan Zhengqing's eyes of the sleepless person jumped violently to an unprecedented degree, just like the candlelight beating in the Lingbo hall when he swore to the old lady that day.The soul fire flickers, and the oath made by Guan Zhengqing is wrapped in it.No matter what I look like now, the promises I once made are still engraved into my body and soul. This is the Tao belonging to Guan Zhengqing!You can read the novel online free at novelhall. com
