Chapter 867 Cao Changqing made a move to Tai’an, and Chu King passed away
Cao Changqing closed his eyes.
You won.
But I, Cao Changqing, never feel that I have lost.
This game of chess is what I, Cao Changqing, most proud of in my life.
Cao Changqing’s mouth raised slightly, and his arm, swung his cuffs suddenly.
The chess piece went from south to north, and after entering the city, rushing straight along the long imperial road, crashing into the gate of the imperial city and the palace city, and then the gate of the Wuying Palace.
It was not until the dragon throne that the emperors of the All-Yang Dynasty had smashed, that the chess piece turned into powder.
Cao Changqing opened his eyes, burst into tears, but without any sad expression, and slowly stretched out a hand forward.
Until this moment, the blood instantly soaked the old blue shirt.
A breeze blew across the world.
It blows away the smell of blood and the romance.
Cao Changqing’s five fingers began to dissipate, and then his arms and body…
The black and white chess pieces also disappeared.
In the end, the blue shirt was no longer seen outside Tai’an City.
There is no more official Cao in the world.
Extra chapter There is a waiter in the town
When he was a child, he thought that the village with hundreds of families was very big, and there were mountains and rivers. Later, when he was young, he went to the town to see the market and realized that the village was small. Later, he carried a wooden sword to the county town and realized that the town with bridges and restaurants was not that big. Later, I saw famous mountains and rivers, many people and many things, and then I realized that the world was vast. But for some reason, in the end he just wanted to go home, and then he silently left the world from the largest city in the world. Going south all the way back home.
Because I was afraid of causing trouble for my brother and sister-in-law, the village was small, and it seemed that it was just a matter of adding a pair of bowls and chopsticks to a dining table, but it was not a very relaxing thing. It meant that my brother had to plant more seedlings every year, boil more charcoal, and my sister-in-law also had to do more needlework and thread, pick more mulberry leaves and raise more silkworms. Moreover, his nephew also went to a private school, and he also thought that he, as an uncle, could earn money to buy some paper and pen for his children. So the young man with broken arms and lame legs went to that small town and took his feet and took root while he was still young and still had the strength. I don’t know if it’s a fool who is stupid, but he made a shop assistant with a shoulder towel in a small restaurant, and later found a wife who was good at a distance of hundreds of miles. There is a kind of cow dung called this place in the town, which really grows the most lush among the cow dung on the roadside. When he was wandering outside in his early years, he laughed so hard when he heard someone say the words he was so freshly inserted into cow dung. Now, when he thinks about it, he is even happier. It turns out that he is just that cow dung, which is pretty good.