Chapter one hundred and seventy-two

Bai Mei smiled with a "snow" and pointed to the King of Peace and said to Anping Yanxuan, "Look at this. It's really a girl who can't help being too old. She has to be angry with her white mother's hair." Anping Yanxuan shook his head and sighed: "It doesn't matter. You know best what Qing Yan did at the beginning and how you arranged it... To be honest, although I was angry, I never thought of really destroying this country." Bai Mei clapped his hands and his big eyes were full of color: "You are pretending to be a good person, as if I were going to destroy someone. If it weren't for her being too cruel to let people live well, what about me?" "..." Ping an Wang was silent, and then suddenly said, "Over the years, I also saw that Qing Hong's child could not help the wall. I only asked her to be safe in the future." "So, Bai Mei, you give her a meal, raise her, take care of some..." "The king's name, I will fold please your majesty withdrew, can't afford it again. As for my subordinates, what can be used is also introduced to you. Military power is to be returned. See your majesty's arrangement..." When Bai Mei closed the paper fan in his hand, he bent his eyes and smiled innocently and generously: "If Ping an Wang also wants to go to the old age, I have a good place to recommend it." "Hmm?" "The place is quiet and simple. There are mountains and water, that is, it is bitter." "What are you afraid of?" King of peace wry smile. "... that's best." The paper fan in Bai Mei's hand "swished" and opened again, covering her bad smile, leaving only a pair of big eyes and smiling. When Ping an Wang quit, Bai Mei's fan began to fan the wind in Anping Yanxuan's ear, which was both angry and funny: "Xuan Xuan, how do you think I handled it?" Anping Yanxuan helplessly looked at Bai Mei's shining big eyes and couldn't bear to hit her, but still couldn't help but vomit: "Didn't you plan to put Qing Yan and Yin Qinghong together and send them to a quiet place to watch, but you still pretend to give Ping an Wang a face." Bai Mei smiled a little more cheerfully: "Ping an Wang always thinks I should hate Qing Yan to the bone, and even thinks I should have a hard time with Yin Qinghong, but in fact... I don't have that kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder. Xuan Xuan, Qing Yan is dead, your reputation in the country won't be as good as it is now." "Yes, and you can't take advantage of the King of Peace." "Where, by the way, I heard that the mung bean cake in the west of the city is well done. Do you want to eat it together?" "... do you think everyone is as boring as you?!" Anping Yanxuan was angry and lit stacks of memorials on the table: "You can play by yourself, I have to be busy." ... The rain is still trickling down. Qing Yan, dressed in royal clothes and riding a big horse, has just traveled to Kyoto, once the country of Chen. Now Gu Cheng, named Gu, is only because the newly arranged prefect's surname Gu, is used to tell the world that it is peaceful and everything is peaceful. Incidentally, she was convicted of betraying Chen Guo for fear of death. Most of the people are callous and not interested, thinking that the last trace of reverence for Chen Guo has been polished these days. When Rin's army poured into this once prosperous but now full of desolation and fear city, Bai Mei and Su Yan's businesses moved in at the same time, bringing food, medicine and vitality. Qing Yan's eyes were dim and she let the soldiers lead her horse past. She just sighed gently when passing by a castle that had been abandoned by weeds and beggars. At the beginning, the Red Sleeve Building also carved beams, painted buildings, painted gold and carved silver. It played and danced every night, laughing and welcoming. Bai Mei stood there alone and could no longer see the glitz of the day. The door of the building was wide open, and even weeds could be seen inside. The corn poppy who once filled the garden was in an unprecedented down and out and messy way, but the dog's tail grass was neat and green. The wind blew the fallen leaves, and the flowers and leaves shivered into a ball. Bai Mei held a bag of mung bean cakes in his arms, which were still slightly steaming. He turned around and smiled at Yin Qinghong, who was in wait for a while. "Hungry or not, I have fresh snacks here. Do you want some?" Yin Qinghong sipped his lips: "Good." The words did not fall, suddenly the rain began to fall again, scratching and drenching one head and one body. Yin Qinghong screamed with surprise. Bai Mei haha laughed and pulled her to hide in the dilapidated building.