"Zhuge Yu heard the decree. The queen's sister, the third lady of the Fang family, Zilan, is both talented and beautiful, and is virtuous, elegant and upright. She is now betrothed to Murong Qing, the son of Prince Zhongzheng of the Miluo Kingdom. I hope that the two countries will have good relations from generation to generation."
Every word after word made Zhuge Yu breathless. He subconsciously raised his head and looked over. The pain and realness in Li Shengxuan's eyes was the first and only time he saw.
Deeply rooted in love, these four words suddenly appeared in Zhuge Yu's mind, but he didn't feel the violation at all. Just the sharpest sword in the empire and the king who holds it...
Thinking of this, Zhuge Yu gently shook his head and bowed respectfully: "I accept your order."
"Xia Houzhang, pass the Tiger Talisman." Li Shengxuan's unquestionable tone made Xia Houzhang stunned, "Your Majesty..."
Li Shengxuan was not angry and said proudly: "The transfer order remains unchanged. The Southeast Camp and Jiangnan Camp will send one hundred thousand troops to follow Zhuge Yu to Lincheng. There must be no mistake."
Xia Houzhang was confused, but when he saw Mr. Zhuge and Zhuge Yu slightly nodding towards him, he hurriedly agreed.
"As for Mr. Zhuge." Li Shengxuan looked steadily at the old man in front of him. His hair was white and his face was haggard, but he was still kneeling upright. "Here is my old minister."
"First of all, I don't want to hear the name of the Duke from you again." Li Shengxuan's body showed a vague murderous intention, which was an obvious warning.
Master Zhuge bowed solemnly and said, "Old minister, I obey."
"Okay, you all should step aside." Li Shengxuan breathed a long sigh of relief, "I want to be alone for a while."
The three of them retired one after another. Li Shengxuan watched their figures disappear before turning around and looking at the high throne not far away.
He stared blankly for a while, and finally walked over slowly step by step. The moment he sat on it, he suddenly felt that everything no longer belonged to him.
He is the lord of the capital, and he protects this vast world and beautiful country. For this purpose, he can give up everything unnecessary. But if he couldn't hold everything that belonged to him firmly in his hands and couldn't protect the people he loved, why did he step onto this throne in the first place?
"I killed the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace of the Ghost Sect." Fang Zilan said quietly: "Now the grass on the grave is three feet high."
The more casually she spoke, the more excited everyone was. Earlier, the court had announced that the King of Hell of the Tenth Palace had committed many evil deeds and had been killed by a righteous man. Who would have thought that he was actually killed by Zixiu.
But besides Zixiu, who else in the world can kill the Tenth Palace of Hell by himself?
If you think about it this way, it's very subtle. Did Zixiu kill the Tenth Palace King of Hell because of the order of the imperial court, in the name of a ghost sect master, or because of her own whim?
If it was the order of the imperial court, then did Zixiu come here also on the order of the imperial court? If it's the master of the ghost sect... this is really impossible. After all, the Tenth Palace King of Hell is his right-hand man. Why should he kill the good guy? If Zi Xiu had a whim...then could she be crazy?
"Okay, stop guessing." Fang Zilan looked at the people with colorful expressions with a half-smile, "I won't say anything until your supervisor shows up."
"You have such a loud tone!" Everyone was angered by Fang Zilan's words. They waved their weapons and were about to rush forward. At the critical moment, a voice sounded from behind the curtain, "Stop."
Those two words, neither warm nor cold, made everyone stop and remain silent.
Built in the heart of the mountain, this spacious hall can accommodate a hundred people, and is illuminated by lights as if it were daytime. It is so quiet at this time that you can hear a needle drop. Only the red curtain hanging on the high platform in front moved with the wind, and this voice came from there.
Fang Zilan felt that the voice was familiar, but couldn't remember who it was, so she raised her eyes and looked over, "It seems that the person in charge can't keep his composure."
"Are you Zixiu?" The male voice behind the curtain was a little deeper. Fang Zilan slowly approached step by step, "It's true."
After a brief silence, a male voice sounded again, "Zixiu, what are you doing here?"
"Looking for someone." Fang Zilan said concisely and concisely, "King of Wheels, I want to know where he is."
"Just now you said that the King of Hell of the Ten Palaces was killed by you." The male voice said meaningfully: "In that case, the King of Wheels is no exception."
"As expected, you know." Fang Zilan unceremoniously opened the curtain with her plum sword, her expression cold, "Stop pretending to be a ghost in front of me..."
She stopped suddenly before she finished speaking, because the face in front of her was very familiar to her.
"Why are you here..." Fang Zilan looked at the person in front of him steadily, his expression relaxed a little, and there was a hint of disbelief in his eyes.
"Is it a surprise?" The man in the curtain stood up, "Compared to me, you are more surprising."
"Fang Lihui." Fang Zilan gritted his teeth and said, "I don't know when you became so capable?"
"Lan Mei doesn't know a lot of things." Fang Lihui chuckled, "Just like I don't know that you are Zi Xiu."
Fang Zilan suppressed the surging emotions in her chest one by one. She felt sober and calm as never before, "Feiling Mountain Bandit Leader, what is your relationship?"
"Business partner." Fang Lihui made no secret, and Fang Zilan suddenly felt as if her heart was falling into an ice cave, "You..."
"Sister Lan, are you sure you want to talk to me here?" Fang Lihui waved the folding fan in his hand, looking like the cynical noble man he always was.
The plum sword in Fang Zilan's hand was pointed directly at Fang Lihui, with no intention of taking it back. If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would never associate Fang Lihui with the bandits, but now that she had seen it, some things had explanations.
"Master Xiahou would like to ask, since your Majesty has agreed to this marriage, why do you still want to attack Miluo?" Zhuge Yu stopped, but Master Zhuge turned a deaf ear and walked straight towards the palace gate.
Xia Houzhang nodded and said, "Please give me some advice, Master Zhuge."
"I think Mr. Xiahou knows who she is." Zhuge Yu calmed down and whispered in Xiahou Zhang's ear: "Your Majesty, Mr. Xiahou should know much better than me about what your majesty thinks of her. "
Xia Houzhang pursed his lips and said, "If the army defeats Miluo, Mu will definitely be suspicious of her identity."
"Yes, but with her current frailty and illness, even if Mu is suspicious, he will not doubt her identity, but only the relationship between a man and a woman." Zhuge Yu explained: "Your Majesty rushed to the crown for her and suppressed Miluo with an angry army, and Yu became the king. His Highness also publicly expressed his position at the reception banquet that he regarded the Emperor and the Empress Dowager’s wishes as nothing. In this way, the personal relationship between Miss Fang San and these two people was confirmed."
His voice gradually became colder as he spoke, "Lord Xiahou, don't you think Miluo Mu would want to take advantage of such a troublesome beauty?"
