Du Meiyue murmured and repeated Yang Guang's poems, sad that the Qin and Han dynasties were filled with land and the palaces were filled with earth. The prosperity of the people was suffering; the death of the people was suffering.

She suddenly couldn't help but fall into the painful memories of the past, including war horses and swords, scattering shouts and killings, baby crying, fire palaces, ruined walls, palace maids and eunuchs who fled in panic...

"You... the second young master... you have been spoiled since you were a child, how could you write such a sad poem?"

Du Meiyue's eyes were filled with tears. Although she was not the ordinary people, she experienced more suffering from the rise and fall than the people. Because the people were always on the verge of pain, she fell from the paradise of childhood to the eighteen levels of hell of the evil demon.

Yang Guang reached out and hugged her in his arms, "Why can't I write such a poem? As the saying goes, a general succeeds and thousands of bones are woven. I just look at your sad and desperate appearance just now, and know that your family and friends must have died in the war, so I feel very moved that sometimes my perspective is different from those young men and brothers in the yamen. I think this world is the world of the people, and the emperor should be better to the people, so that they can eat and wear warmth without being bullied, so that the people can live and work in peace and contentment and the country can be strong!"

"But if the emperor only knew how to eat, drink, play and enjoy the people all day long, and did not care about the people, and fought everywhere, the people would not only suffer, but also starved to death everywhere, and their wives and children were separated and their families were destroyed..."

"My background does not mean that I don't understand the poor. I, the second young master, didn't grow up spoiled, but you don't know many things..."

Du Meiyue didn't say anything else. She just leaned against Yang Guang's warm and generous arms and cried silently. The ideal that had always been firm suddenly became a little confused.

It's still unshakable after a moment.

"It's a pity that someone like you, who is sentimental, can never be an emperor..."

Yang Guang was shocked and lowered his head, finding that the other person was just an unintentional feeling. He couldn't help but grin, "This may be, maybe one day I can really be the emperor..."

After hearing this, Du Meiyue suddenly looked up and stared in his eyes with deep affection, "No... don't be an emperor, I know that Duke Sui will be an emperor sooner or later, but even so, the prince is your eldest brother Yang Yong, not you, promise me... don't be an emperor..."

A woman who sells wine and laughter will be so clear about the world's major events? Surely not, but why didn't she let herself be the emperor?

Could it be that she is burdened with national hatred and family grudges and wants to take revenge?

Yang Guang had a sudden inspiration, "Haha, don't mention this matter in the future. Let people hear that you and me are both losing their heads. But I can promise you another thing. As long as you no longer plot against me behind my back in this life, I will not let anyone bully you anymore, or you can treat me as your relative from today, and from now on, you will no longer be alone. You treat me as your man or your brother, anyway, I am your family!"

Du Meiyue was immediately excited. This time she misunderstood, "Did the second young master agree to marry me as a formal wife?"

Yang Guang almost didn't get up again. This woman was not so stupid. Why can't she figured this out? Or is she trying to use her identity as a real wife?

"Du Meiyue, Master, I am already good to you. Those unrealistic fantasies should be thrown away earlier. Master, I can fall in love with you and sleep with you is the blessing you have cultivated in your previous life. In the future, follow the Master and make less of those ghost ideas. Serve me wholeheartedly. You will always have a good life in the future!"

"Let this go first, and you will tell me immediately what happened to Haoyue? Why does Black Hawk know you so well and is very sure that you can kill Flying Leopard?"

Du Meiyue subconsciously looked around and saw that there was no one. How could anyone have been there at the third update at this time? "Yes, I am Haoyue, it's nothing great, it's just a code name for killing people. Some people say that I kill people like Haoyue in the sky, the enemy has nowhere to hide, and there is no place where the sword is going, so some people start calling me Haoyue!"

Yang Guang nodded in agreement, "Well, it's indeed quite vivid, but it sounds a bit cunning. Have you killed many people? To be honest with me, if you tell the truth, it will only benefit you but not harm you. If you have something to do, I might be able to help you when the time comes!"

She was just waiting for this sentence, "Okay, remember what you promised me today and said you would help me in the future!"

Yang Guang felt that he had fallen into this woman's trap again, but he didn't care, so what if he helped her? In the future, the world will be his. Could it be the king's land? What's so scary about him? Isn't he just a war orphan with a complex background that wins and loses the country's hatred and family hatred?

No big deal!

How can a woman rule the world if she can’t cure her?

It's not just this kind of ability that Yang Guang has.

"Stop talking nonsense, the young master will do what he promised you, but have you started killing people very early?"

Du Meiyue looked up at the crescent moon, the size of a sickle, and said, "At the age of 7, I started to kill people. I only remember that day was the full moon. There were many horses and many people. They started to be killed and started to kill people. Perhaps killing people is an innate instinct for Black Hawks. For me, killing people is the best way for me to resist fear and express my anger!"

"I will tell you some things one day, maybe I will never tell you. But, Second Young Master, I...I won't harm you..."

Yang Guang was a little inexplicably moved. He seemed to understand Du Meiyue's current mood and pain, because he had seen the scene of losing all his relatives in an instant. Because he was also an orphan himself, he understood the orphan's pain and cover, so he couldn't help but hug her tighter.

Snowflakes floated in the sky again, and even the crescent moon, the size of a sickle just now, was gone soon. Time flies so fast, and it is dawn again, but it is destined to be another dark day, with only dark clouds and flying snow and no sun.

Yang Guang took Du Meiyue back to Tianyuan Palace directly, and then Du Meiyue disappeared. She seemed to have really become Yang Guang's shadow because she could not appear publicly in the palace. Although the incident had been ten years, she was still afraid that someone would recognize her true body. There was always someone in the palace who could recognize him!

Fortunately, that person was not Yang Jian, otherwise she would not have tried her best to choose Yang Jian’s son as a support for making a comeback!

The person she was worried about was Yang Su!

In the early morning, I continued to write in a daze, but the plot is still wonderful. The glory of human nature and the helplessness of war. Please collect it. For the new book, collecting it is the most important thing. Thank you!
Chapter completed!