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Xiao Qingyu watched quietly as the imperial edict went up in smoke in the flames: "It is the imperial edict of Emperor Jiarui to recognize me as the present crown prince." Then, ignoring Uncle Lao's shocked expression, he lightly threw another volume of the imperial edict into the fire. Lao Shu feels dyspnea only: "That this?" Xiao Qingyu did not answer him. The imperial edict was scorched and burned in the brazier. Uncle Lao faintly saw some words-passing the throne. Orthodoxy. Prince Qingyu.. Succession to the throne.. That is clearly the imperial edict passed down by Emperor Jiarui to Xiao Qingyu! Emperor Jiarui's life is not long. Burning the two imperial edicts was tantamount to burning the final proof of the matchless childe's life experience. Uncle Lao suddenly realized that Xiao Qingyu had given up his father's recognition of the throne for the sake of that man. "Even if the whole world knows my identity, Xiao Qingyu doesn't care, but I only hope that you will never know.." When he thought of the name, he felt a throbbing pain in his chest, and suddenly felt that he had been exhausted by years of imperial power struggle and power stratagem. Waving back Uncle Lao, he wrote a note in calligraphy and put it in the bamboo tube between the pigeon's paws. Jade hands lightly scatter, white pigeons flutter their wings, shake off a few snow-white feathers, with countless prayers and thoughts, in the blue sky over the extremely beautiful posture.. Xiao Qingyu watched the snow-white carrier pigeon flying in the distance and opened his lips: "Jun Gan, Qingyu is still alive.." All over the world-prosperity in troubled times, volume 6, chapter 129 Chapter Words: 2594 Updated: 09-05-18 16:01 The thin piece of paper trembled slightly in Fang Jungan's hand,plastic trash bins, and there was only one line of words on it-inviting you to have a look at the cliff in your sleeve. Delicate and meaningful handwriting. A mysterious place that no one knows about. Yes, the armchair cliff-no one will know that place again, it is only a secret between two people. Familiar, haunting happiness in the past. The expression on Fang Jungan's face is changeable. Ecstasy, confusion, sadness,plastic pallet bin, anxiety, worry, rejoicing.. Emotions flashed through his eyes. Eventually, all the emotions welled up from his eyelids and fell into tears on his beautiful face. His Qingyu is probably still alive! Zhang Jingya was dumbfounded and faintly afraid: "You, you, you.." What happened to you He touched his cheek with a trembling hand, only to find that his hands were wet and that he was already in tears. What a shame to cry in front of a child. Fang Jungan covered his eyes with his hands and tried to wipe away his tears, but the more he wiped, the more tears he could not stop, like blood bubbling out of the wound, which could not be stopped. That his only tie in the world, stackable plastic pallets ,mobile garbage bin, that his unforgettable love brand. Xiao Qingyu's name has already melted Fang Jungan's bones and blood, and his blood is connected. His breathing was already at the same rate as his pulse. To hear him go, his heart was as desperate and painful as ten fingers piercing! Now-pressing hard on the chest, the already dead heart begins to move slowly but forcefully in the chest again. Jump. Crystal tears meandering down-the original, people will really cry with joy. His Qingyu is probably still alive! When Qi Wuyou saw Little Marquis Fang early in the morning, he thought he was dazzled. "Little Marquis, your hair?" He stammered. Did you eat Polygonum multiflorum for a thousand years? Fang Jungan smiled and touched his black sideburns with emotion: "Ben Hou has dyed his white hair back." "Dye it back?" Qi Junshi watched in a daze as he picked up a steed and pulled it out of the stable. Fang Jungan said softly, "I don't want him to worry.." Recognize the stirrup to pull the saddle, jump on the horse: "Qi Junshi, this Hou wants to go to the armpit cliff.". In the next two or three days, the Eight Armies will have Lao Qi's military advisers. Qi Wuyou bowed and said, "Hou Ye, go all the way.". Worry-free only hope that Hou Ye remember, the brothers follow Hou Ye to this day, have been unable to go back. Bafangjun, can't go back. If they could not capture the imperial city, they would face only a dead end of being jointly strangled. Qi Wuyou did not say any more, but his deep eyes were clearly euphemistically remonstrating: If you still care about the righteousness of the monarch and his subjects, don't drag the eight armies into a situation beyond redemption.
Fang Jungan's eyes were blurred: "It has always been the brothers who connived at the capriciousness of this Marquis. This Marquis has five feelings." He solemnly folded his fists and said, "Fang Jungan swears that he will never abandon a single soldier of the Bafang Army in his lifetime.". Hope the strategist is relieved. Qi Wuyou bowed back and said, "Wuyou is grateful to Hou Ye for all the soldiers of the Eight Armies.". "I hope the Marquis can welcome you back as soon as possible. It's a great honor for the army of all directions." Fang Jungan has a light jaw on his horse. Suddenly he pulled the reins- "Drive!" The steed whinnied with its head held high and galloped out of the camp. Looking at the fiery figure riding the dust, Qi Wuyou was depressed and had mixed feelings. On the outskirts of the imperial city. Sleeve hand cliff. By the end of September, the lonely peach trees on the arm-hand cliff have already been scattered with peach blossoms, throwing a lifetime of prosperity. There is a man sitting under the tree. The white clothes are like snow, the black hair is like ink, the eyes are dazzling, and the eyebrows are clear and proud of the distant mountains. In the light of the evening breeze, he was wearing ice gauze, plain belt with the wind, delicate and misty as if he wanted to fly away. Fang Jungan's line of sight has not moved since just now. The distance is getting closer and closer, and finally I can see the person in front of me again. It's really him! Xiao Qingyu, who once thought that heaven and man were separated forever, is a living Qingyu. The weariness and anxiety of traveling day and night through the stars and the moon disappeared in an instant. The matchless felt his arms tighten and he clung to a warm chest. Then the other side of the rapid breathing flow of faint joy of recovery, from all directions to embrace. Xiao Qingyu did not speak, but let him embrace him. Quietly feeling the thin and familiar body in my arms, feeling the serenity and calmness brought by the cold fragrance. I had prayed to God that if I could embrace him again,plastic bulk containers, I would do everything I could to knock on the gods all over the sky and lose half my life. My Qingyu is still alive. Xiao Qingyu looked at him carefully. Fang Jungan stands on the top of the cliff, covered with silver armor and red cloak, which flutters in the wind in the sunset. cnplasticpallet.com