Chapter 678 (1/2)

In Qianhu castle, the tallest tower, Qiao Xuan, wearing a water ink Dragon Robe and carrying a fine porcelain tea cup, quietly looks at the ruins of Qianhu castle on the top of the hill behind the castle.

The broken walls are clearly visible, and even the big birds are standing above the broken pillars to comb their feathers.

The tea in the tea cup is not the popular Jiangnan green tea in Liangxu, but the most popular fermented black tea of the nobles in medland, which is sweet and greasy with milk and sugar.

Many years ago, Qiao Xuan fled to medland with his confidants and the national treasury wealth of Liangxu, and finally fled to Qianhu duchy. He got to know Qianhu duchy at that time. That gentle, quiet, beautiful and lovely woman liked to pour black tea to him every day.

With milk, sugar, honey, juice, even cinnamon and other spices

For Qiao Xuan, who was used to the elegant and meaningful taste of green tea, the first days were just like death... But later, he gradually got used to the taste.

Later, Qiao Xuan exhausted the assets of the national treasury, and even used most of the wealth in the secret treasure house of Qianhu duchy to gather a large-scale mercenary corps, build a huge fleet, and return to the east land in a mighty way.

It's been nearly 20 years.

Return to the Principality of thousand lakes.

In his heart, his lover, who should have lived well, had died early because of his yearning for love.

He and her daughter were besieged by a group of greedy people.

Even he and her daughter, the child left behind, disappeared in the turbulence of that night

”Stupid woman, why don't you wait a few more years?” Qiao Xuan murmured: ”at least, if you are here, you don't need to be smart to deal with those idiots... I told you that you must start early and clean up all your asshole relatives. Why don't you listen?”

Drinking a lot of milk and sugar, but still feel no taste of black tea, Qiao Xuan angry roar, palm of a black flame, tea cup and tea all turned into nothing.

In the past 20 years, countless murders and intrigues have become indifferent and heartless, slightly soft.

Qiao Xuan thought of that woman... He thought of his daughter, who was fragrant and soft, and spoke in a sweet voice.

He suddenly understood something - no wonder he has taken in many concubines in Liangxu these years, but those concubines are just a tool for him to carry on the family line.

And none of his princes and princesses are pleasing to his eyes.

Some mischievous princes and princesses were even more broken by him with a big stick. After praising him face to face for his ”selflessness in law enforcement, impartiality and holiness,” many ministers said that he was ”a tyrant who lacks the affection of his children.”!

Lack of affection for children?

Maybe.

But Qiao Xuan generally thinks that he has found out the reason.

His few children's affection has been lost to Qiao Lingxi. He really doesn't have any superfluous affection to reward the princesses and princesses.

”Oh, oh, oh, the thousand Lake duchy, which is the size of sesame seed, is really a small temple with a strong wind and a shallow pool with a lot of princes.”

Qiao Xuan turned around and looked at dozer, who was kneeling on the ground, naked and bruised.

Dozer is like a famous dish ”squirrel mandarin fish” in Liangxu. Thousands of thin and neat wounds have been cut on his flesh and blood, and the flesh and blood are evenly covered on his body. It's hard to describe the tragedy.