Zhan Qingyue looked at everyone's reaction. Although she had been prepared in her heart, she still had an impulsive idea.
"Everyone, I think you have seen it now. I am a saint. There is no need to say this at all. The witch doctors in the East cannot tolerate any of you questioning me."
Her voice was sonorous and powerful, touching the hearts of others word by word, making others kneel even harder.
"Your Highness the Holy Lady, please bless my son who went to the battlefield to return safely."
"Your Highness the Holy Lady, please bless me to make a fortune."
"Your Highness the Holy Lady, please let us as a whole the Fas Kingdom win a great victory. We really don't want to continue fighting anymore."
Zhan Qingyue felt a sense of contempt in her heart as she listened to everyone's pleading.
But her face didn't show any signs of it, and she still looked at everyone's farce with cold eyes.
It wasn't until everyone was kneeling down that he said to Delpo in the crowd: "Your Highness Delpo, now you have also seen this nobleman. I have revived him. Please bring me and Let him arrange to go to the manor."
"I need to take care of his daily life seriously until he fully recovers. You also know that taking care of a patient is very hard work. I need to take a good rest."
Delpo's brows raised slightly.
He looked at the woman in front of him with a perfect face who dared to make conditions with him.
Xindao really underestimated him. Now in front of so many people, whether he agreed or not agreed, it was really like setting him on fire.
The respect on Zhan Qingyue's face and the humility in her attitude made it impossible for anyone to find any fault.
"His Royal Highness Delpo, your manor is so big, shouldn't it take so long to think about it for two or three people?"
A flash of displeasure flashed across Delpo's face, and he quickly revealed a harmless smile.
"How could that happen? You are a noble saint. You should live in a clean and tidy manor. Someone is coming. Please take the saint to live in my manor."
Arriving at the manor arranged by Delpo himself.
This environment is indeed much better than where they used to live on the front lines of the battlefield.
"Holy girl, this is your room. Are you satisfied? If there is anything missing, just tell the housekeeper and he will make arrangements."
Listening to Delport's respectful look, Zhan Qingyue felt disdainful for a while, but he still had that kind smile on his face.
"That's it. Thank you, Your Highness Delpo. My oriental witch doctor is very good. I need a good rest. I hope no one will disturb me."
Delpo's eyes flashed with sternness, but he hid it well, and instead looked at Zhan Qingyue with a smile.
"That's natural. I'll make arrangements right away."
After saying this, he turned his head and growled to the butler on the side: "Did you hear that? You must serve Her Majesty the Holy Lady well from now on, otherwise, I will use the head on your neck as an explanation. Don't let anyone idle. People are waiting to disturb the saint’s rest.”
The housekeeper was a little confused as to what the sudden rage was about.
But he was so obedient that he nodded without asking any more questions.
At this moment, Zhan Qingyue had already asked Han Yiyun to enter the room with his luggage.
"Your Highness Delpo, I am going to rest now. If you have nothing to do, please come back."
Delbo smiled dryly and had to leave the manor.
As soon as he left the manor, he immediately turned back to the housekeeper who sent him out and said, "You know you have to keep a close eye on the saint. If she escapes, where can I ask if there is anything unusual in the manor?" If there is any situation, report it immediately.”
How dare the housekeeper not kneel down on the ground and kowtow one after another from the alliance.
Delpo looked at him like this, then he put away his anger and carelessly led the people away.
Zhan Qingyue and Han Yiyun were sitting in the room, closing the door tightly.
Realizing that there was no one around, they started discussing in a low voice.
I saw Han Yiyun's face was serious, and his brows were so furrowed that he almost died like a fly.
"Yueyue, what should I do now? I'm afraid it's not that easy to leave?"
Zhan Qingyue covered his chin with one hand and hugged his chest with the other. He kept walking back and forth in front of the table.
Suddenly he turned his head seriously and looked at Han Yiyun seriously.
"Brother Han, I'm afraid we won't be able to do without each other in the short term. Those people have put me on fire and regarded me as a saint. Obviously, this is just a channel for them to consolidate politics. It seems We have to take it one step at a time."
Han Yiyun thought carefully about his words and nodded solemnly.
"Brother Han, we must trust each other from now on. We must not let those messy mistakes happen again. If the two of us don't unite, won't we give those people a greater chance?"
Han Yiyun nodded like a fool. Looking back now, all the misunderstandings that had occurred between them since they came to France were all set by others.
"Yueyue, I believe in you. We have grown up together. I know what you are thinking just by looking at your eyes. It is urgent that we must not be disturbed by the words or actions of others. The unity between the two.”
In a few words, the two of them discussed the follow-up matters.
In this way, the two of them live directly next door to each other, and they have someone to take care of them no matter what they do.
On this day, Zhan Qingyue accidentally asked the old woman in charge of cleaning the manor about the reason for the war.
She was completely shocked. Even when she returned to the room in a daze, she couldn't digest the information.
"Yueyue, what's wrong with you? Why are you so unconscious? Did something happen?"
Zhan Qingyue pursed her lips, turned around and closed the door, and then said to Han Yiyun seriously: "Brother Han, it turns out that the war in France is due to the uneven distribution of resources, and many people don't have enough to eat, so Those politicians encourage everyone to go to war and grab other people's land and food."
When Han Yiyun heard what he said, he punched the table in front of him.
"These people are really despicable. They don't want to solve the problem when they encounter it. Instead, they use the most despicable means."
Zhan Qingyue clenched her back molars: "Brother Han, it seems that the two of us have to find a way to go down to the grassroots level and solve the problem from the root in order to save everyone."
Although Han Yiyun disliked the appearance of the Holy Mother in her heart, at this point, she could only take one step at a time.
The two of them had just finished their discussion when the butler came over deliberately carrying a plate of red fruits.
