"Wu'anjun, how could he be willing?"

Zichu frowned and said.

The grudge between Wu'an Jun and the Qin royal family is really hard to say.

Although it was a grudge from the previous generation, Wu Anjun was really unjustly killed. He suffered the humiliation of committing suicide.

Zhao Zheng bowed:

"If you want to take revenge on a villain, Wu'anjun will naturally be a very human being."

"Wu'an Jun is concerned about his soldiers, so he naturally agrees with it, and he has long since been careless about the past."

"If my father is uneasy, please ask my grandfather to grant him the title of descendants of Wu'anjun."

"That's true."

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After walking out of his father's room, there were already stars everywhere. Zhao Zheng turned around and walked to his room.

After opening the door and walking into it, Zhao Zheng saw Cheng Zi who was already asleep on the wooden bed.

A trace of crystal clear saliva slid down the corner of his mouth, and the little guy's entire face was deformed by himself.

Zhao Zheng shook his head helplessly.

A scarf was pulled out from the sleeve and gently wiped the saliva from the corner of Cheng Qi's mouth. Zhao Zheng slowly turned the little guy over.

Then he gently unfolded a bamboo slip on the table.

The lights are on the third day and the chickens are on the fifth day, which is when men are studying.

After glanced at his younger brother, Zhao Zheng said in his heart:

I just hope that the friendship between the imperial family can last a little longer.

Zhao Zheng suffered from cold eyes for ten years and his relationship was cold and frustrated. At this time, he cherished it especially whether it was the relationship between master and disciple, brotherhood, or the love of Master.

It was already late at night, and under the lights, the young emperor's shadow shaking.
Chapter completed!