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The young generals of Hanjiang fought bloodily.

The beauties of the Tang Palace are slim.

In 676 AD, the Tang Dynasty, Chang'an City, in the Li Tang Palace.

Today's Chang'an Palace is not much different from the past, peaceful and peaceful.

The soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army patrolled through the palace one after another, the palace maids and eunuchs did their best to serve their masters, and Wu Zetian was at ease as her queen mother, and by the way, she was also at ease waiting for Li Zhi to die...... Li Zhi was also at ease as his Tang Emperor and handled government affairs.

The civil and military officials also do the work at hand with peace of mind, participate in the early dynasty every day to report on the big and small things that happen in various parts of the Tang Dynasty, and eat and drink after the early dynasty.

The effects of the Battle of Chang'an have long since disappeared, and with the help of time, everything is on track.

It has been twelve years since the last Battle of Chang'an, and twelve years is enough to make many people and officials who experienced the Battle of Cutting Heaven forget a lot of things, or under the intention of the royal family.

Yingwu Gong Li Ji, since the end of the second year of the battle of the sky died of illness, when he just died, the Tang Dynasty and the opposition were in mourning, for no other reason, Li Ji is the last person in the Lingyan Pavilion twenty-four meritorious heroes.

When the emperor Li Zhi even personally dressed him in linen and filial piety, at the time of the funeral, Huang Xiaowei also arrived, and put a stick of incense on the respectable old man's house.

It is said that Li Ji was very peaceful when he left, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and before he left, he was still chanting the names of the two people.

"Uncle Bao, blatantly."

Wu Gong still couldn't let go of the life-and-death parting with Uncle Qin Bao Luocheng outside Chang'an City, but it didn't matter, he had already gone to reunite with the group of good brothers back then.

In the past 12 years, except for Li Ji's death, which caused a sensation, there is nothing left, Datang has lived a very peaceful life in these 12 years, and the only large-scale disaster that has occurred, and even something that may lead to the collapse of the entire Datang, seems to be that Comrade Liu Guanglu hit Xiao Wan'er a few times, and then was caught by a certain Hou Ye on the spot......

In addition, Datang is really quite peaceful, the Turks in the border area are much more honest, Goguryeo is also stable, and there are basically not too many natural and man-made disasters, even if there are any natural and man-made disasters, they have disappeared under the full operation of the behemoth of Datang, and all parts of Datang are peaceful.

Over the years, Liu Renliang's officials have become bigger and bigger, and Wang Xiaojie has gradually become a general who cannot be ignored in the big party.

As for Zhou Gongliang's predecessors, well, he deserves the two words seniors, on the shameless road, this belongs to the big seniors, and can even be regarded as a martyr-level figure.

This old brother is powerful, generally speaking, there is a karma in the world, but this brother doesn't know what's going on, he basically hasn't done good things in this life, and it is impossible to do it, unless his head is crazy...... He did a lot of bad things, and if he didn't do it, it wouldn't be him.

But that's it, this sycophant and stinky Zhou Yushi, in the end, was able to spend his old age in peace, neither was shuanggui, nor did he get any serious illness, he belonged to the kind of person who reached his life and didn't wake up the next day after sleeping for a while.

When Zhou Yushi died, Comrade Huang Xiaowei came, there was no way not to come, there were so many people in Datang who left a deep impression on him, this Zhou Yushi can definitely rank in the top three, Li Zhiwu has to stand back, Comrade Huang Xiaowei adheres to the psychology of giving them shameless predecessors on the pillar incense and sending them off, and put a stick of incense in front of Zhou Yushi's mourning hall, and by the way, he also met Zhou Yushi's son, Comrade Xiao Zhou.

For the comrade Xiao Zhou in his twenties, Huang Xiaowei found through conversation that this benevolent brother is too far worse than his father Zhou Gongliang, although he is also a sycophant, although he is also a person who does not do good things and must do bad things, but he is not as shameless as Zhou Gongliang, and basically thinks about how to climb up, how to make money, and he doesn't know how to converge at all.

belongs to a guy who is a little clever, but not enough to be delicate and moderate, and people like him can't survive half an episode on TV.

Compared with his father, Comrade Zhou Gongliang, who has made many enemies in the political arena, but can still enjoy his old age, the gap is too much, Huang Xiaowei gave him a definition, he can't live for two years, three years is his luck, and four years is pure pipe dream.

You must know that there are too many people offended by his father Zhou Gongliang, how many people want to hold back the way to Zhou Gongliang, but unfortunately, it just can't move, but now it's okay, the old shameless one is dead, this little shameless person is still so much worse, who are you not doing.

Datang has passed twelve years peacefully, twelve years is enough for a lot of things to happen, and it is enough for a little girl who is only five years old to become a seventeen-year-old cardamom girl.

.......

The Tang Imperial Palace, a splendid side hall.

The majestic golden hall rose from the ground, and the twelve royal forest soldiers assigned by Huang Xiaowei to be responsible for the close protection of Shangguan Wan'er were strictly guarding the outside of the palace, watching the wind and grass around them.

At this moment, it is spring, the garden outside the hall is already full of flowers, competing with each other, colorful butterflies fly slowly in front of the gorgeous flowers, the scenery is pleasant.

Inside the side hall.

A girl with ice muscles and jade bones, a flower and moon appearance, and red lips and bright teeth sat quietly in front of the bookcase in the main hall.

The rice paper was neatly spread on the desk, and the little white and jade hand gently pinched a wolf hair brush, fluttering away on the rice paper, painting the hero in her mind.

The girl wears a blue bird long skirt with excellent workmanship and a very slim fit, and the birds on the skirt seem to have a spirit, as if they will carry the girl away in the wind at any time, floating out of the dust, and the concave and convex figure is wrapped in the long skirt, adding a bit of charm.

The slender legs, the small waist that Yingying holds, and the full twin peaks that support the placket on the chest can be described as a beautiful woman like a dream, tender like water.

The white jade face, the delicate makeup, a pair of beautiful eyebrows are slightly frowned, and the big eyes that are as clear as water can hook away your soul with a slight blink, and the smile on the vermilion lips is even more unforgettable.

It's really a smile and a smile, all of which are tempting.

A smile captivates the city, in the country of laughter, such a beautiful woman deserves the four words of red face and trouble.

For men, this is the best gift that God has given them, for her, even if the sword soldiers rise again and slaughter thousands, what can they do?

With this beautiful woman as a companion, there are no regrets in this life.

With such a stunner, the waves that can be set off in the future can naturally be imagined, she can make countless men worship under her pomegranate skirt, and she can also make people fall into absolute madness.

.......

The slim and beautiful girl is still in front of her bookcase, quietly painting.

The white, delicate and delicate, incomparably beautiful little face flashed a few traces of dissatisfaction from time to time, obviously not very satisfied with what she had drawn, the jade hand gently took the rice paper on the desk aside, picked up a brand new rice paper again, and the wolf brush clicked from the rice paper again, and continued to draw the hero in her mind.

Whose girl does not have spring, whose girl has never had a hero in her heart.

Soon, under the sketch of the girl, a young man jumped into the paper, staring at the person in the painting, the smile on the corner of the girl's mouth became stronger, and the smile was enough to look at the man in the world and charm all beings.

The man on the painting is as handsome as jade, handsome and extraordinary, standing on the top of a towering mountain, the lines of the black line outline an abyss at the man's feet, even if it is a simple painting, the girl will also be that severe, that terror, expressed vividly, worthy of the Tang Dynasty talented woman.

The man's right hand is holding a petite girl, the two of them are holding small hands, facing the abyss, the man's face shows a smile, but the girl is a little scary, the small hand quietly grasps the man's big hand, the petite head is leaning on the side of the man's thigh, as if facing this abyss, even dare not open his eyes.

The man in the painting is very handsome, especially the big bright eyes, but ....... Although the girl painted him very handsome, and even the handsome one was a little bit different from the real person, somehow, from the man's facial features in the painting, people could always feel a little familiar?

It seems like...... This...... If you turn the smile on the man's face into a cheap smile........ Hey, isn't this Huang Xiaowei's grandson!

Why did this thing become so handsome before? It's so rich and jade, and it's so handsome, ahh It's good enough to describe him in two words, this is special, it's really a lover's eyes........

The girl who can paint for him doesn't think so much, she just knows that this person is the most handsome in her mind, and this person is also a big hero in her mind.

The whole family was beheaded, the only reliance in childhood, if it weren't for him, he might have died a long time ago, for the girl, this person is all she has, her hero.

Huang Xiaowei may not have thought that the child he raised single-handedly would ...... I was moved by him, and...... It was at a very young age.

After adding a teardrop to the corner of the girl's eye, the girl happily put down the brush in her hand and breathed a sigh of relief.

After the ink on the painting dried a lot, a smile appeared on the beautiful little face, picked up the scroll, looked at the man on the painting with affection, and gradually, the girl's eyes opened illusory, and she was completely immersed in the scroll.

After a long time, the girl gently put down the scroll in her hand, sighed imperceptibly, a trace of sorrow flashed on her beautiful face, pursed her red and tender little mouth, and whispered very unhappily.

"It's been so long, why didn't you come to pick me up."

After speaking, the girl put her arms on the bookcase, hugged her little face with both hands, looked up at the beams of the hall, and watched quietly, a pair of bright and lovely eyes fell into illusion again, and the girl was completely immersed in her own reverie.

At this time, there was a sound of footsteps outside the hall, hearing the footsteps, the girl subconsciously withdrew her gaze staring at the beams of the room, and looked eagerly at the comer.

"Miss Wan'er, the prince is here and is waiting outside the palace." The soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army knelt down on one knee and said in a loud voice.

When Shangguan Wan'er heard this, she just nodded, and the words as crisp as a lark slowly came out of her mouth, "Let Brother Li Xian come in." ”

"Yes."

Not long after the Imperial Forest Army left, a man wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, who looked quite handsome, but always had a hint of weakness and debauchery between his eyebrows and eyes, walked into the main hall where Shangguan Wan'er lived.

As soon as he saw Shangguan Wan'er sitting in front of the bookcase, the face of the prince Li Tang showed an uncontrollable smile, and he quickened his pace, and walked in front of Shangguan Wan'er, who was sitting in front of the bookcase, adding some other things to the painting he had just made, and asked warmly: "Wan'er, I haven't seen you for many days, I miss it very much." ”

Shangguan Wan'er raised her head slightly, looked at Li Xian's eyes that were as affectionate as she was before, and then looked at the position where his gaze was directed, and couldn't help but shake her head, and said secretly in her heart.

"If you don't keep staring at my chest every time you see me, maybe I'll be a little nicer to you."