In the dark night, Gao Minglou's brief low laughter sounded.

"Did Prince Guangling drink too much and become confused?"

Fu Jiuqu slowly approached him, looking into each other's eyes, his dark eyes full of coldness.

"You are the one who is confused. Your so-called Great Southern Kingdom ceased to exist the day the city of Yongzhou was defeated. The official promulgation of the 'Pardon Order of Guangnan' is the greatest kindness to you and your people."

Great Southern Country.

Pardon Guangnan Order.

Each word is more important than the last, as heavy as a thousand pieces of gold.

Gao Minglou stood quietly in the night wind, not making a sound for a long time. He looked at Fu Jiuqu with a very ordinary expression, as if he had not heard what an earth-shattering secret his words were referring to.

"The prince is really good at telling jokes."

Fu Jiuqu didn't see the embarrassment of being discovered on his face, just like that day in the deep mountains and forests of Lingnan, when Nong Zhigao's army forced Fu Jiuqu into a desperate situation, Fu Jiuqu didn't show any signs of it.

Fear in general.

The two people looked at each other.

"You are living in exile in Dali. You could have lived anonymously and eked out a living, but you have chosen to be full of ambition and come to Kaifeng to die. Why bother?"

Gaoming Tower stands silently.

Fu Jiuqu curled his lips and smiled, and there was an indescribable compassion in his eyes, which should not come from the ruthless Prince Guangling.

"You set up an ambush at Shuimen Bridge, lured the tiger away from the mountain, and then deployed the formation on the street. Do you think you have a chance to win? Naive! Not to mention that the officials are heavily guarded, you have no chance at all. Even if you really succeed, do you think this will be enough?

To subvert the Song Dynasty and avenge the destruction of the family and the death of people?"

His tone was too relaxed, as if he was making fun of the unpredictable weather. During the day, the sun was shining brightly and the sky was clear, but after nightfall, the sky changed. While he was talking, it started to drizzle.

There are dark clouds in Gaominglou's eyes.

"The prince of Guangling County was born with noble bones and blood, and has never experienced the sufferings of the world. I really envy him."

After a pause, he mockingly said: "If you had been humiliated by me, you would not say such easy words. If you were me, you would only do it more cruelly and cruelly than me. You don't even

You will allow me to go through the wedding ceremony peacefully!"

Fu Jiuqu smiled calmly, "This is exactly why I won't kill you."

"Humph!" Gao Minglou's eyes were filled with sadness and ridicule.

"You don't kill me not for me, but for yourself. The whole world knows that Ayima is my sister Gaominglou. Fu Jiuqu, from the day you decided to marry Ayima, my honor and disgrace will be

Bound to you."

His eyes were cold, with a cold and poisonous light.

"In other words, now we are grasshoppers on the same rope. No matter what I commit, you will never be able to get away from it. To say the least, even if those pedantic old guys in the Great Song Dynasty can spare you, they will never.

I will spare her, and I will not allow you to grow old together lovingly."

Fu Jiuqu narrowed his eyes dangerously and stared at him.

Gao Minglou's tone was cold: "This is your concern."

Gao Minglou said this not just to show off his words.

The forces in the court are complex. In the eyes of conservatives, Fu Jiuqu is a member of Di Qing's party and is Di Qing's most powerful supporter in the court. If the admonishers get such an opportunity, they will definitely impeach Fu Jiuqu to death.

By that time, even if the emperor wants to protect him, he may not be able to do it...

This was also the reason why Gao Minglou brought Xin Yi to Beijing and used her to tie up Fu Jiuqu.

But he kept wavering later.

There were times when he even wished he had never been to Kaifeng Mansion and wanted to take Xinyi away from here and fly away...

Fu Jiuqu showed a slight smile.

"You don't need to worry about these. I advise you to make plans in advance."

He turned his head and looked at the dark night sky.

"Tomorrow morning, your identity will be exposed, thunder will explode, and all the things you have committed will be revealed to the world. At that time, if you want to leave, you will not be able to leave."

Gao Minglou looked at Fu Jiuqu's calm face.

"Let me take her away."

Fu Jiuqu looked over coldly, "Delusion!"

"Once my identity is exposed, you can't protect her."

"Whether you can protect it or not is my business. Whether you can leave it or not is your business."

Fu Jiuqu's eyes were cold, "Tonight is your last chance, I don't have that much patience to wait for you. If you don't leave, neither you nor your people will be able to escape!"

Gao Minglou's hand holding the knife became tighter and tighter.

"If you can't run away, then you won't run away. If the king of a subjugated country doesn't avenge his great vengeance, what's the point of surviving?!"

Fu Jiuqu sneered, "You are not the king of subjugation, you are a traitor to the party. Remember, no one will recognize your Southern Kingdom, let alone your benevolent emperor. When everyone mentions you, they will say... you are that one

The rebel who fled Dali."

"The Song Dynasty has never recognized me, so why betray me?"

Gao Minglou gritted his teeth and looked at Fu Jiuqu.

"It's you who don't want me and my people. I've asked for help eight times, but there's been no response at all... Why, why do you think so of our sincerity?"

Going south from Di Qing to crusade, Nong Zhigao sued for peace while fighting, and they didn't even give him a chance to surrender...

Fu Jiuqu: "Forget it. The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. This is the case in ancient and modern times."

Gao Minglou gritted his teeth, "I can't forget it, I can't forget it!"

The blood feud is engraved in his bones. As long as he closes his eyes, he will think of the day when the Yongzhou city was broken, his mother was arrested, his tribe members died tragically, and the scene of hell was like a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood.

But he made great achievements in his teenage years. He once ascended to the throne and became emperor by his own efforts. He understood very well the principles of success as a king and failure as a bandit.

From a leader of thousands of people who responded to everything to a street rat that everyone yelled at, his life could no longer go back. He was so shameless that he didn't even dare to use the name given by his parents.

Fu Jiuqu didn't stay long. The identities and positions of him and Gao Minglou meant that they would not become friends, and they wouldn't have much to say about each other.

"Tomorrow at Mao hour, everything will be settled."

Before the voice fell, Fu Jiuqu turned around and left.

Gao Minglou called to him, "Prince."

Fu Jiuqu stopped and looked back.

Gao Minglou: "Take good care of my sister."

Fu Jiuqu frowned and felt an inexplicable irritation in his heart. When he said "my sister" in Gaominglou, he subconsciously thought of Xin Yi calling him "brother".

In the more than a year since Xin Yi left him, she had been with this man. They were not related by blood, they looked at each other every day, and they were called brother and sister. How could there be no affection at all?

He believed that Xin Yi had no love for Gao Minglou, but he did not believe that Gao Minglou did not have a woman who coveted him.

The people who know men best in the world are men.

Gao Minglou went deep into Bianjing, and in his revenge plan to avenge his shame, there must be a plan for Xinyi.

However, if hatred had not defeated the love between his children, Fu Jiuqu believed that Gao Minglou would not have brought Xin Yi to Bianjing, but would have chosen a small southern town that was isolated from the world and lived a life without him...

Fu Jiuqu sneered and walked away.

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In the eldest princess's mansion, the banquet was still going on and the excitement was endless.

But the noise seemed to be cut off from the rest of the world.

Gao Minglou stood in the yard for a long time holding his waist knife.

He knew that the moment he didn't find the emperor in the dragon carriage on the Royal Street, he had already lost his best opportunity for revenge. He tried every means to get to Kaifeng, lost his wife and lost his troops, but in the end he was defeated...

And all of this is because of Fu Jiuqu.

Of course, with his current men and horses, he can rush in and fight fiercely, killing the wedding banquet of Prince Guangling into a mess of smoke and turning everyone upside down. Even if he were to die tonight, he would drag countless people on his back and be buried with him...

However, among the dead, there must not be the person he hated the most - the emperor of the Song Dynasty who was aloof and disdainful of the life and death of him and his people.

Gao Minglou stared at the bright lights and kept rubbing the handle of the knife with his palm.

There is no one in this world who cares about him.

But there are still people he cares about.

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Xin Yi took off the phoenix crown that was about to break her neck, washed off the bright makeup on her face, put on a light and soft red shirt, and asked Xing Yuan to bring some food to the stove.

Only then did he stretch out and feel alive again.

Too tired.
To be continued...