Yan Xiaomo looked carefully at the white figure.
He was a handsome young man with a gentle and elegant temperament between his brows.
What a refreshing and refined man.
I wonder what his relationship is with Xiang Yu.
Yan Xiaomo looked at the man with curiosity, wondering what the relationship between that man and Xiang Yu was, and who the pretty girl was.
From her previous expression, Yan Xiaomo had already guessed the girl.
I like Xiang Yu.
"Second brother, do you have anything to do with me?"
Guo Xiuxiu glanced at the man with a sad expression.
The man walked over, and Yan Xiaomo got closer and closer, finally stopping next to Yan Xiaomo.
"I can't find you if I have nothing to do?"
The man smiled softly, his smile like the spring breeze blowing on the willows.
"Well, if the second brother has nothing to do, Xiuxiu will go back first."
Guo Xiuxiu didn't seem to want to deal with the man.
She bowed slightly towards the man, turned around and left in the other direction, leaving the man alone under the shade of the tree.
"Do you only have big brother in your eyes?"
The man's hands behind his back were tightly twisted into fists, and the expression on his face became sinister, completely opposite to gentle and elegant.
Yan Xiaomo was shocked.
Isn't this expression a blackened expression?
It seems that this man is going dark.
The man turned around slowly and stared at her.
Yan Xiaomo was so frightened that she thought she was exposed and didn't dare to move.
"Huh, big brother" the man snorted coldly and stretched his hand towards Yan Xiaomo's body.
Yan Xiaomo's throat was grabbed instantly, and the feeling of suffocation swept through her body.
Isn't this guy trying to destroy flowers with his own hands?
No, she just came here, can you please stop being so cruel?
Yan Xiaomo shouted for help, but the other party couldn't hear her cry for help.
It's over, it's over, her mission will end with this unknown man.
"Yun'er, what are you doing?"
The middle-aged man's voice suddenly sounded, stopping Xiang Yun from destroying the flowers.
Xiang Yun slowly let go of his hand, ran his fingers across the bright petals, and said with a slight smile: "Of all the cannas, this one is the most beautiful.
I remember that my eldest brother transplanted it back from Tianguang Temple."
The middle-aged man also walked towards Yan Xiaomo, with his hands behind his back, looking down at the flowers with a kind smile on his face, "Yes, after so many years, these flowers bloom better every year
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"Father, have you heard about the palace?"
Xiang Yun looked sideways at Father Xiang with an appraising look in his eyes.
The Holy Emperor is critically ill, and there is not much time left, and the Holy Emperor has no heirs.
He does not know who will pass the throne to.
The feudal kings are recruiting troops, and I am afraid that they will lead troops to attack the imperial capital soon.
The powerful ministers in the court began to form cliques, with Prime Minister Xiao He as the leader to occupy one side, and the Xiang family, who held half of Tianqi's military power, occupied another side.
If the emperor dies, the entire Apocalypse will fall apart, and a chaotic era is about to begin.
This is also the beginning of another dynasty.
A hero in troubled times will be born.
The middle-aged man frowned, with a warning in his eyes, "This is not something you should care about.
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If you have time to take care of this, you might as well manage the Xiang family's property."
"Yes, I know."
There was a trace of unwillingness in Xiang Yun's eyes.
His father never allowed him to participate in politics.
He always listened to his eldest brother Xiang Yu on political matters.
He believed that his political ability was no worse than that of his eldest brother. oshow7: