“The Lord has arrived.”

Jia Huan quietly from the corner door to the Wu Wangfu.Qian Huo reminded him that Jia Huan slightly returned to God, got out of the carriage, and sent a disciple Ning Cheng to see him.Princess Ningtong is in the palace of Wu.

Ning Yi took Ningcheng, please Jia Huan to enjoy the scenery in the small Xuan of the Wu Wangfu back garden.The time is near noon.The slaves were outside the quiet little.Zier and Ji Waner both sent food, wine, and then retreated.

Before he left, he looked forward to seeing Jia Huan.She hopes that Jia Huan will take revenge for her family.

Ning Cheng kept his beard, when he was 18 years old, smiled and shook his head, and got up to give Jia Huan wine.It's hard for the Lord himself!The news of Xiyuan, Wu Wangfu, has been received here.After all, his sister likes to care about current events.

Ning Yi a moon white embroidery palace dress, bright as flowers.At this time, the residual snow and ice color of the beautiful goose egg face melted, and Dan Feng's eyes fell on Jia Huan's face and asked: "Mr. Jia came from outside, his face was gloomy and angry."“What about the Westside thing today?”

The warm spring breeze, blowing from the elegant garden to the secluded little Xue.I tucked the princess’s dress.The smell of flowers in the wind.The smell is fresh, filled with small garlic.In front of the eight tables, three people are at their disposal.

Jia Huan looked at the princess still surprised his face, self-deprecating drinking, and did not hide, "half and half."I just came from the king’s house.Ning Yi refused to see me.You will run for me in the afternoon.If the king is willing to ask for help, I am willing to give out two million and two.”The king’s fortune was broken four or five years ago.He knew that the king was short of silver now.

Ning Cheng laughed, put down his chopsticks, and said happily, “Sir, where to go in the afternoon?”To save people, hurry to the fire.I'll go now."Stand up and go outside.He actually felt it, and he was sitting here a little superfluous.

His sister and Yongji 17-year-old Yuyao Fu Zhengmen were married, their feelings were broken, and their hearts were depressed every day.I only smile when I see Mr. Jia.

And Mr. Jia's "heart", I am afraid I will not talk to him.Talk to her sister.His sister was bright-eyed, had a high level of politics and was the first in the royal family generation.

Jia Huan did not stop Ningcheng, raised a glass of wine to Ning Yi, and drank the glass of wine.Clear white wine, straight into the throat, chest!

He came to Wu Wangfu and asked Ning Cheng to help him go to the royal palace to communicate, just to do his best.He knew the king didn’t have that ability!

If the king had the ability to change the idea of Yongzhi Tianzi, he would have been the prince for a long time.Where would it be like now?The King and the Queen are still thinking!

Ning Yue holding the cup, the moon white palace dress wide sleeves hanging down, elegant behavior to drink a glass of white wine, said: "Ninth brother is not a mean person."The Queen would not do her best.Now that God’s decree on Zhang Shang’s guilt has been issued, what is Mr. Jia’s intention now?”

At the political level of Ningtao, only from Jia Huan's words, he knew Jia Huan's plan and deduced the general context of things.

In the first month, Jia Huan came to Wu Wangfu's New Year's Day and ate wine.She believed at the time that Jia Huan could break this death.However, the situation is already very serious!The princess was worried.How not to worry?After the death of Zhang Shang, it may be the time of Jia Huan's death.

Jia Huan did not answer, holding the pot to pour the wine.

He came to Wu Wangfu on the way, thinking a lot!He must face the dilemma he is facing now: the life of the mountain, he can't save it!The pain in his heart devours his heart like a venomous snake!It made him unable to breathe!

But he has to be brave!

He returned to Beijing from the western region and faced difficulties, and he preferred to seek a solution within the framework.The last plan he prepared, under the peace of the world, who dared to use it lightly?He is carrying the life of a family, a people!

To this end, he hesitated to talk about cooperation with the Queen Yang, who has a view in his heart!Politics is intellectual, realistic, and cannot be influenced by emotion.The prince's hatred, why did he forget?Big sister is still in the palace with the ancient Buddha as a companion!

However, as the situation changes, this is just useless!

No one is the protagonist of the novel, no one is the son of the face.Yongzhi Tianzi made a tendentious statement, and Queen Yang's letter was not.

It forced him to make a decision!He had already made up his mind to re-enroll the final plan!

At this moment, Princess Yi asked him, and caused his feelings and feelings!

Jia Huanxin's Ningtiao, Princess Yi's temperament is very atmospheric, then drink a drink, and then asked: "Princess, the five emperors and three emperors sacred things, deceived the boundless passers-by."How many people?”

Ningtao is particularly bright Dan Feng's eyes slightly sad.If it is in normal times, she will laugh at Jia Huan a few childish words!Politics is each by virtue of its own hand, and does not have to talk about morality, cleanliness or not, and become a king and a loser!A picture of the river, how many times!

But at this time, she couldn’t laugh at Jiahuan.She heard from Jia Huan's tone of extreme despair and sadness into the bone marrow!It made her feel a little pain!Mr. Jia is a man, not a god!He will also encounter setbacks and emotions!

Ning Yi got up, picked up the silver pot, gave Jia Huan wine, and whispered, “Mr. Jia, how do you comment on this?”Everyone has different standards!Please!”

Jia Huan and Ning Yi, who had sat down again, had another drink.

Ning Xiao's gray goose egg face flashed the redness of the drink, and she added a little bright style, ate a few chopsticks, and asked with some concern: "Mr. Jia, what do you think now?"She might be able to help Jia Huan one or two.

Jia Huan looked at the face of Ning Yiding City, felt her kindness and care, and said, “The time is sad?Give and you all die!”

Book of the Day – Oath of the Word.This is the article of Shang Tang Cong Xia Tong!

When will you die, the so-called Sun King?I want to die with you!

Ning Yi faintly, then bitterly laughed, and the beautiful phoenix's eyes were moved and appreciated.

As a queen, she has read the Confucian classics.Does she not understand the meaning of this word?Jasper hates today, there is a back!How did she give Jia Huan an idea and staff officer?

Such a big decision, Jia Huan even told her so.I know the trust in her heart.

And her appreciation is Jia Huan's attitude in the face of such a difficult situation!Mr. Jia, returning from the West, is no longer a teenager!But he’s still the same book!The snow is pressed green, the green pine is straight and straight!

...

He drank three glasses of wine and said goodbye to Ning.He did not wait for the news that Ningcheng would bring back to the king, and he did not hope that a miracle would happen!There, when he went out, he had sent Yi Junjie to inform him that Mr. Ye and Big Brother would escape.

There has never been a savior!A miracle with a one-in-tenth probability does not happen for no reason, and it is explained by Ma Zhe: there is necessity in chance!

He learned from the morning that Yongzhi Tianzi was going to kill the mountain chief and to seal up the Shudao Academy, and he made a last-ditch effort: to see the king of Shu.What he got was desperation!Now, he accepts this cruel, cold reality!

There is no reason to speak.What is the reason?Man is a knife, I am a fish.He confesses!

But please don't regret it!

...

On the 23rd, the results of the Xiyuan discussion came out, and the 100 people riding the maritern immediately took the car out of Beijing and went to Dongzhuang Town to seal up the Shudao College.

The leader is the commander who makes Xingyou's confidant thousands of households.Jia Huan gave Xingyou that ten thousand silver, or some effect.This is not a charity, but the attention of the world in this case, the people on the book!How long will God live?

The man who commanded Xingyou was not as fierce as his predecessors, and he was willing to leave a back road.Of course, the main perpetrators must be brought back.

...

When Jin Yiwei's ride to Dongzhuang Town, Wendao College's soldiers are attending classes as usual.Ride and let the students of the school boil!Since the beginning of the country, no library has been closed!

After learning the intention of Jin Yiwei Zhang Wei, the president of the college, he summoned the lecture Lang in the college and ordered the dissolution of the college and transferred the classics of the college.

In the hall, the old campus, in the Minglun Hall, Ye Hongyun was in a gray robe and sat in a wooden chair drinking tea.He was very nervous, but what about it?After years of reading, the gas is still alive and strong.

At that time, they were in this place to save the disaster!The previous thing is enough.He is difficult to do: the Taishan collapses in front and does not change!

Zhang Wei was wearing a flying fish suit, with an embroidered spring knife, and sat in a chair in a straight position.Outside the courtyard of Ming Luntang, the voices of the sons and sons indignant slogans came faintly.If these people are in trouble, it is difficult to deal with them!

Zhang Wei and Jia Huan have personal relations, do not want to be the teachers and students of the difficult college, with Jin Yiwei has been waiting here.At this time, he looked at Ye Hongyun with admiration and asked casually, “Why didn’t Dean Ye escape early?”

They were dressed and guarded before they left Beijing.Delayed at least an hour.He did not believe that Jia Huan did not send a warning to the library.And they went to Dongzhuang town for some time, just as enough Ye Hongyun to escape!

Ye Hongyun shook his head slightly, spoke softly, and said, “Zhang Qianhu, you don’t understand!”The library has been my life’s work.The library is closed!I am alive and dead.If I run away, who is responsible?”

The purpose of the Holy Spirit is to arrest the head of the library.He didn't want this responsibility to fall on Jiahuan again!

Nod your head.

...

When the dialogue in Minglun Hall occurred, he smelled that the new campus of the college was in Dongzhuang Town, and his big brother Sun Liang was under the spacious and bright collection of books, directing the teachers and students of the college, and the miscellaneous service of the college was transferred.

Yi Junjie jumped on the side, "Big brother, you hurry to go!Although the thousands of families led by Jin Yiwei have some points, they will not stay in Minglun Hall for how long.”

The public-sun is a blue Confucian shirt, with a crown of jade, a slender posture, and a jade tree.Sweat on his forehead, commanded a disciple to take away a few books, took Yi Junjie outside the library, was silent for a while under the sycai tree, and asked, "Old Yi, what did Ziyu say from the letter?"Arrest his leader!I don't count?"

Yi Junjie sighed, “Big brother, of course you count!But Ziyu gave me a thousand words, I must advise you to leave the library.Mr. Ye decided not to leave.Mr. Jin Yiwei caught Mr. Ye, and there was an account.

Gong Sun Liang smiled, smiled a little desolately, looked at the sky, and said, “Old Yi, the things in Beijing, I don’t know how this can be!”My father-in-law told me it was okay.Surely jade is difficult.How many people do you have to take besides Mr. Ye?“Am I going to run away, the others up?”

Yi Junjie said, "Big brother, that is different, you are still young, you are the hope of the library..." He knew that he was very shameless, but everyone had something else to do with each other.He sent a message by the order of Jia Huan, and he knew the relationship between Jia Huan and his brother-in-law.

Gong Sun Liang was about to speak, when several sergeants came to him and asked about the evacuation, he was the main heart of the college.The sun turned away from under the tree.

Yi Junjie looked at the back of Gongsun Liang, helpless, and admired!This trip to Beijing, under the prison, I am afraid of life and death.