Chapter 949 Qingliangshan seller raises grain, and the old soldiers from small towns go to the pass.
Nalan Youci stretched out a finger and pointed at his nose, smiling brightly.
Lu Baijie clenched his fists and stared at the only remaining figure among the Spring and Autumn Strategy.
Zhao Changling, Huang Longshi, Yuan Benxi, and Li Yishan were all dead one after another.
It seems that only Nalan Youci is left to live to the end, and it seems to have laughed to the end.
Lu Baijie asked, “You Nalan Youci just want to help Zhao Bing usurp the throne, why is that!”
Nalan Youci smiled and supported the delicate purple table with both hands: “I have always used my thoughts in Beiliang, but I have never been less than Tai’an City.”
Lu Baijie, who has always been gentle, asked angrily for the first time, “You are really not afraid of Liyang’s northern cool snipe clam fight, only the Beimang fisherman will benefit! Nalan Youci, what do you want to do!”
Nalan Youci completely ignored the murderous intent of Lu Baijie, and said lazily: “Those who know me say I am worried, and those who don’t know me say I want.”
Then Nalan Youci turned to the door and smiled, “You all retreat, Mr. Tangxi is just a joke.”
Lu Baijie laughed in anger and said, “I’m joking with you, Nalan Youci!”
Nalan Youci asked back, “Or you could really kill me.”
The Tangxi Sword Immortal suddenly became depressed, Lu Baijie had never been so discouraged.
Whether it was because of his indifference to a woman in the family of heroes, or because he was exiled to Tai’an City by Emperor Liyang, or because he was imprisoned in Chunxue Tower, Lu Baijie, who was indifferent by nature, never felt so helpless.
Nalan Youci jumped off the table and sneered softly: “The whole Central Plains will be as helpless as you. You Lu Baijie are just the first person you have experienced.”
Lu Baijie squatted down silently, flipped up the tabletop, and looked at the handwriting engraved by the woman in her early years, dazed and dazed.
After Nalan Youci finished his last sentence, he slowly walked out of the house, and did not forget to gently close the door for Mr. Tang Xi.
The sentence was “I want to see how that young man named Xu will help you guard the northwest gate of Central Plains”!
Nalan Youci walked out of the house, left the yard, climbed to the top of Chunxue Tower, and came to the corridor and stood on the railings, looking at the Guangling River from afar.
He murmured to himself: “Holding a wine glass can swallow the breeze of Wu and Yue in the south of the Yangtze River! Brushing the armor and exhaling, you can absorb the energy of Qin and Long in the northwest!”
But now, I live in the south of the Yangtze River, and you who say such bold words have long died in the northwest.
Nalan Youci raised his head and asked softly: “Li Yishan, if you are still alive, will you advise your student to stop guarding this northwest country?”
At this moment,A voice sounded behind Nalan Youci: “Li Yishan would never say this.”
Nalan Youci did not turn his head, quickly returned to normal sex, and asked with a smile: “Why does the King of Shu have the leisure to climb high and look into the distance?”
The uninvited guest Chen Zhibao said calmly: “Who is Wu Chongxuan? He threw it into the Northern Liang border army and even the deputy commander of the infantry army. It is worth my seriousness.”
Nalan Youci finally turned around, leaned against the fence, and said with a smile: “Don’t say this in front of Zhao Bing, it’s too slap in the face. Wu Chongxuan and I, Nalan Youci, were the right-hand arm of the King of Yanla back then.”
Chen Zhibao sneered: “So your southern border troops are only worthy of internal strife in the Central Plains.”
Nalan Youci sighed and said, “Chen Zhibao, Chen Zhibao, your temper who is only willing to tell the truth really needs to be changed.”
What this implied, Nalan Youci obviously did not deny Chen Zhibao, and agreed to the contempt of the Northern Liang governor’s contempt for the elite army in southern Xinjiang in the past.
Nalan Youci asked with a smile: “You don’t regret leaving Beiliang.”
Chen Zhibao pulled the corners of his mouth, and he didn’t even have the desire to speak.