"The Pluto Emperor was defeated."
"King Yanbei is dead."
"No matter what Li Jinxing said to you, it seems that he can't fulfill it now. Are you a little disappointed?"
"No, because Li Jinxing never made any promise to me."
"Not making a promise to you doesn't prove that you have nothing else to ask for."
"I want something, what do you want me to do?"
"What you want is what I lose, so how can it have nothing to do with me?"
"rational."
During this period, there were many Hedao battles taking place in Daoyuan Continent.
The battle of Xu Haixi's march to the west.
Battle of the Bohai Sea to invade the north.
The Battle of Wuyang Yuming.
The Battle of Yanbei Guards.
And the battle between the four people in Daoyuan.
By this point in the battle, they had long forgotten who was whose opponent. The four peak experts in the Hidden God Realm attacked each other, and there was no distinction between friend and foe at all.
All enemies except me.
However, the fighting between Wuyang City and Yanyun City still had some impact on them.
For example, they can also find time to have the above-mentioned dialogue during battle.
If Wu Yang wins, Xue Qianzhang and Mingfa will have less worries.
In the same way, Yan Beisheng, Xue Wuyan and Zi Sang Bu Mu did not have too many worries.
But it cannot be replaced with equal value.
Xue Qianzhang looked at Xue Wuyan and said seriously: "After all, it was your hard work, and it was ruined like this. Do you really feel no pain at all?"
Xue Wuyan glanced at him coldly and ignored him.
Xue Qianzhang added: "The storyteller told me some things, including the fact that you wanted to kill him not long ago but didn't."
Xue Wuyan said: "So what?"
Xue Qianzhang continued: "You didn't answer his question at that time because you were confident enough to kill him. Now let me ask you, do you really not want to let go of the death of Empress Xuan for so many years?"
Mingfa frowned, thinking that the level of this question was really not high.
Zisang Bumu lowered his eyes, thinking that if he could let go of him, why would he cause so many things, until he became a human being and a ghost?
Xue Wuyan's eyes were even colder.
Dragons have reverse scales, and so do humans.
Xue Qianzhang's question was his Ni Lin. He didn't answer, but he responded.
A crisp sword cry sounded between heaven and earth.
Xue Qianzhang was a little surprised, thinking that you actually want to compete with me in sword competition?
When it comes to realm or other things, Xue Qianzhang believes that there are many people in the world who are stronger than him, but when it comes to the word sword, who in the world can be better than him?
Neither can the uncle in the sword pavilion!
Xueyun is the sect of ten thousand swords!
Thinking of this, he no longer held back.
A clearer sword cry sounded.
There was a faint wind blowing in the field, mixed with a disgusting fishy smell.
His face was occasionally moist, and his head was full of scarlet red.
Xue Qianzhang frowned.
The cold breath rose with his frown, freezing the bloody wind and the rain of blood, but the trace of Xue Wuyan was lost in his sight.
Without thinking, he raised his sword and slashed horizontally.
So whether it was a bloody storm or an extremely cold breath, they were all cut into nothingness by the sword energy.
A sword thrust out of the void.
Xue Qianzhang faced it with his sword and easily pierced it. The blade of the sword was spread out awkwardly, like a missing pipa.
He raised an eyebrow.
The Weeping Blood Sword is an immortal flying sword, how could it be so unbearable?
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
He noticed that a sword was stabbing him from behind, as fast as the wind.
This didn't bother him. With a cold snort, endless wind and snow came down, freezing the sword to death in place.
His hands tightened suddenly.
The pierced Weeping Blood Sword actually merged into one again, sealing his Snow-Taking Sword tightly.
Then, wisps of sword energy emerged from all directions.
It makes some sense, Xue Qianzhang thought silently.
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"They have started, so we should continue?" Zisang Bumu withdrew his gaze and asked Mingfa to fight.
Mingfa shook his head, "Since Bohai has achieved its initial strategic goal, why do we still need to fight?"
Zisang Bumu thought for a while and said nothing.
Mingfa glanced at him twice.
Zisang Bumu said: "The Taoist Saint has something to say?"
Mingfa said seriously: "He has been dead for more than a thousand years, so why should you be obsessed with him."
Zisang Bumu said: "Once I am a teacher, I will always be a father. I am not obsessed with you until I die."
Mingfa added: "After Dugu Feiyun ascended, all the strong men who besieged Wei Sanmu have left this world. Why do you use this world to vent your anger?"
"Spreading anger?" Zisang Bumu said indifferently: "Of course I am angry, but I am not venting my anger. I just want justice."
After a pause, he continued: "Seek justice from the common people."
Mingfa said: "How can the common people deserve this?"
Zisang Bumu said seriously: "If you don't respect the right way, you will die."
Mingfa asked again: "What is the right way?"
Zisang Bumu is still serious, "What is right is the right way, and what is not right is the wrong way."
Mingfa thought for a while and continued: "If Bohai gains power, the world will still not be able to return to the right path."
King Bohai, surnamed Dugu.
Zisang Bumu said: "Of course I know, but I don't mind, as long as he can restore the master's reputation."
Mingfa said helplessly: "Aren't you being a rogue?"
Zisang Bumu said: "If you don't play rogue, who in the world can kill the master?"
Mingfa sighed and finally stopped trying to persuade him.
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The Battle of Wuyang City came to an end, but the damage caused by this battle to Wuyang's people's livelihood infrastructure and other aspects could not be repaired in a short time. Military generals fought hard during the war, and after the war, they came to the home court of civil servants.
Prime Minister Murong issued seventy-seven imperial edicts without even going to court. Most of the cabinet members gathered at the Prime Minister's Office. Those edicts were drawn up by them during the war, and they could be issued as soon as possible after the war. hair.
From this aspect, the current Holy Emperor can indeed be said to be trustworthy in employing people. He even dares to hand over things like the national jade seal to the Murong Mansion at will.
Looking at the migrant workers who appeared from nowhere and the soldiers who were obviously temporarily deployed by the Ministry of Works, Feng Qi thought to himself that he had wrongly blamed the fourth prince.
The one who can do these things immediately after the war can only be the God Emperor, or the power that the God Emperor can have.
The God-Emperor was beside him.
Where is the power?
The ranks of the Six Divisions are too low, and no matter how much the God-Emperor trusts them, they will not be able to take their turn.
The rank of the Third Duke is sufficient, but a high degree of centralization will definitely cause problems. Even if the God-Emperor trusts them, they must avoid suspicion.
That leaves only the royal family and the cabinet.
Except for the prince, most of the royal family ignored government affairs. Now that the prince was away, Wuyang only had the eldest prince and the third prince. It was unlikely that the God Emperor would delegate power to them.
This is not to say that checks and balances are not good, but it will give unnecessary hope to the other princes, and this hope is impossible for the God Emperor to allow.
"In any case, your Majesty is indeed broad-minded, and Feng Qi admires him." Feng Qi said sincerely: "The people are innocent. Without your Majesty's compassion, they may have a difficult life in the future."
The God Emperor chuckled and said, "Don't you blame me for setting up a trap to harm Yan Bei?"
Feng Qi said nothing.
The God Emperor looked at him with interest, "Do you know why the Taiwei agreed to use the land of Yanbei as a game?"
Feng Qi looked at the God Emperor. He said nothing but clearly showed his desire for a solution.
The God-Emperor laughed, then slowly put away his smile and said: "The Lieutenant invites you, but only for two people."
Feng Qi frowned, "I don't think Yang'er and I are qualified to replace the thousands of people in Yanbei."
The God Emperor said: "In my opinion, this is also the case."
Feng Qi asked: "Then why did grandfather agree to this situation?"
The God Emperor said: "I just gave a conclusion. You have to ask the Taiwei for the real reason."
Feng Qi was a little unwilling to give up, "It's so abnormal. Does your Majesty really have no guesses?"
This is a bit overstepping the mark.
Regardless of whether he was the Crown Prince of Yanbei or the swordsman of Xueyun, Feng Qi was not qualified to speak like this in front of the God Emperor.
Perhaps because of his debt to Yan Bei, the God Emperor did not pursue Feng Qi's disrespect and said: "People's hearts are apart from each other. I can trust every important minister, but this does not mean that I know every important minister very well."
Feng Qi realized his rudeness and endured his anger and disgust to apologize.
The God Emperor looked at him and suddenly sighed, "I may know the Crown Prince better than many people in the court."
Feng Qi didn't understand the God Emperor's intention and didn't answer.
The God Emperor said: "But now it seems that those evaluations are still more or less distorted."
Feng Qi asked: "In your eyes, what kind of person should I be?"
The God Emperor said: "If what I know is true, you should be in favor of this situation. Even if the flood is raging, since it can benefit all generations, why not?"
Feng Qi said: "The fault is in the present time, and the merit is in the future."
The God Emperor stroked his beard and said, "That's exactly it."
Feng Qi continued: "But this was told to me by Yang'er. It refers to the old emperor's ascension. It was just quoted by me later and has nothing to do with me."
The God Emperor said: "Since it is quoted, it means that you at least approve it."
The wind is silent.
The God Emperor wanted to say something else, but was suddenly startled, and then sighed softly.
Feng Qi seemed to sense something, and his body trembled to prevent him from falling to the ground.
But he asked nothing.
So the God-Emperor said nothing.
Not long after, they finally saw the door plaque of the Taiwei Mansion.
The God Emperor disappeared instantly.
Feng Qi could no longer stand and sat slumped on the ground.
There was a pattering sound in my ears.
Water stains appeared on the floor in front of me from time to time, and smoke and dust rose slightly.
The wind picked up and I felt a slight chill.
It turned out to be raining.
First it was light rain, then it became a line, and finally it was pouring.
Fengqi sat in the rain for a long time.
Like a homeless lost dog.
People kept passing by on both sides, but no one paid attention to him.
Normally, a kind-hearted aunt might pull him into a house and prepare ginger soup and hot water for him, but now that the disaster has just passed, the whole Wuyang is in dire straits, so it is natural for each family to clean up their front door.
yes.
If he were not the Crown Prince of Yanbei, if he was not at the top of the list of celebrities, who would notice him?
The rain is heavy
Someone stepped into the puddle next to him, and the accumulated rain splashed everywhere, with many raindrops falling on his face.
He finally came to his senses and raised his head to see a solemn face like a green pine tree.
He had been to Wuyang when he was very young, ten years ago.
In ten years, he has grown from a boy to what he is now. He can be said to be a completely different person.
But the person in front of him seemed to have never changed. He was still so stern and old.
"Dignified Crown Prince Yanbei, why are you sitting here? Get up and follow me into the mansion!"
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