Xiahou Di is obviously not as conscious as an emperor.
The palace guards watched a girl in a dragon robe rush out of the palace gate with her clothes rushing out, not even knowing whether to stop it.
They never thought that an emperor would run out of the palace by himself without any trouble, and then rushed into the Xingyue Sect reporter station without saying a word.
Xiao Ai was receiving Li Xiaorui who had just been transferred to the capital. A group of girls were staring at the emperor who broke in. I wonder if he should call him Your Majesty or the Chief Constable.
Wang Bo and Xue Mu followed in anxiously: Oh, my Majesty, you can't run around like this now!God knows if there are any assassins lurking in the capital, Li Kuang had not yet been awarded his head!
Xiahou Di was very embarrassed. She didn't realize that she was the emperor at this moment. She always felt that she was still the chief constable of the Six Gates and was doing something for her.
In fact, even Xue Mu didn't react for a while. When she remembered that this guy was the emperor now, she had already run out of the palace...
He had no choice but to call Wang Uncle and follow him out.
Seeing a girl in the room looking at her stupidly, Xiahou Di said with his neck and mouth: Being an emperor is not a cage bird. I really want to suffocate me to death in the palace. I will not do it.Let’s not talk about gossip, we need to make weapons!
Li Xiaorui said carefully: What, what weapon chart?
Xue Mu explained, Li Xiaorui thought straight for a while, scratched her head and said: Young Master’s proposal is not easy to make.
Why is it difficult to do?
The first issue of the weapon list is only sent to three people, just three pages?
Xue Mu said angrily: It’s embarrassing, I’m just going to call you up, it’s not as good as the Six Gate Publication Department before.There are only a few people in each issue of the rookie score. How can you do it vividly? It’s your turn to talk too much.
Because it was written for everyone, a lot of life stories were written, and one person occupied several pages, and a few people added up to a thin volume.
Li Xiaorui felt very aggrieved: But to be honest, even we don’t know much about the life of Xujing… and Lin Wuya, if you talk about his life, you will inevitably have to tell the story of the matter between him and the sect leader, can you write it for the people of the world?Wentian is also Ah. He has fought with our Xingyue Sect for half his life... I don’t want to write about the former sect leader being hurt by him.
Xue Mu's eyes also straightened.
That's true. The life stories of this group of people are either very mysterious or have a deep entanglement with their own family, especially the emotional entanglement. They are really written to give everyone a review of the world. Not to mention whether the person involved is going to go wild, even Xue Mu will not be willing to do so!
He was even more stubborn than Xiahou Di: Why can't you do it anymore?What does our old business do?Make up the story!No one knows the story of purity, can we make up ourselves?Can he still argue?I just wrote that he was peeking at the old lady taking a bath at the age of three, and stealing the sow next door at the age of four, and he came to bite me!
The girls in the room were stunned: Young Master, what about the principles of journalism that you have repeatedly taught us?
This is called adaptation, whether it is flexible or not, it is a elm of brain.
Li Xiaorui said carefully: How do you write about Lin Wuya?
Xue Mu actually didn't know how to make up this guy, and said in anger: Are you a reporter? I am a reporter?I asked me about this, it’s so embarrassing, you can quit the group!
Li Xiaorui twitched his nose, touched his skirt in a tangled manner, and said with a red face: Do you really... do you really want to fade?There are so many people here, can we change the place?
Xue Mu: ...
Xiahou Ogi: ...
Hey, by the way, why don’t I write about Lin Wuya’s unrequited love for many years, isn’t it a big hit?You don't need to take off your skirt, right?
...Yes, yes, yes.
Xue Mu couldn't imagine what strange things would be like when he made this weapon. He really wanted to tear the little rogue girl's skirt in public. After a long time of claws, he barely changed the topic: No matter how you write it, hurry up and do it first.Xiao Ai, is Zheng Yichen coming?
Here I came, guarding Mr. Zheng’s spirit in the backyard.
Zheng Yezhi's mourning hall was directly located in the Xingyue Branch, which was also the result of soliciting Zheng Yichen's opinions. In Zheng Yichen's eyes today, Zheng Yezhi died at the hands of the royal family. He didn't want to have any grand funerals of the ceremonial ceremonies. It was really uncomfortable, so it would be better to put it on the Xingyue Sect.
Xue Mu and Xiahou Di looked at each other and sighed: Is there any news about the branch in the sword-making valley coming?
some.
Xiao Ai replied carefully: Our people can't get in, but no matter how we touched each other and found out the news, we only felt that the sword-making valley was very calm. We thought either Zheng Haoran was finished or they were still waiting for the news of Zheng Yezhi's death to be transmitted back.
Xue Mu nodded in agreement. The circulation of news in this world is not like their Xingyue Sect. Although there are so many things happening here, they broke the deadlock on the first day and ascended the throne the next day. Today is only the third day, which is only the third day after Zheng Yezhi was ambushed and died.
The ambush location is more inclined to the capital, and it is a little far from the sword-making valley. The traitor may not have time to go back. The turmoil may not have begun.
Or it's starting now.Xue Mu thought of the light and dark aura in the east and fell into deep thought.
Young Master, do our people forcefully go in?There are also six doors nearby, and everyone should try to play a role in cooperation...
It's useless, it's just a waste of life.
Xue Mu sighed: We don’t have strong people there, and this kind of thing depends on the strong people after all... Okay, let’s go and see Zheng Yichen.
Zheng Yichen sat cross-legged in front of Zheng Yezhi's coffin, motionless.
There is sandalwood around it, and it is swaying in light smoke, but there is no chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name or water and land temple, which is very quiet.
The names of the Buddhist and Taoist schools have not penetrated into the world, let alone sects like Zhujian Valley.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Zheng Yichen whispered: I said don’t eat.
Xue Mu said: How can you take revenge if you don’t eat?
Don’t mention revenge. Now there may be changes in the sword-making valley. My brother is not aware of his life or death, but I can only sit here and be stunned.
Zheng Yichen whispered: Mr. Xue knows what I am thinking now?
Xue Mu shook his head: I don’t know.
I even thought that if the traitor killed his brother, I would use the power of General Xue to fight back into the valley, and from then on I would be the master of the valley. This is not difficult.
Zheng Yichen suddenly turned his head and smiled: Isn’t it very disgusting?I disgusted myself.
Turning his head like this, he saw Xiahou Di standing beside Xue Mu.Zheng Yichen was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said nothing, and turned back.
Xiahou Di didn't mind his rudeness. Zheng Yichen's words made people feel a little dull. Think about Ji Wuyou and why Zheng Yezhi died. That kind of thought was so inappropriate in this context, but it was very consistent with a person's true heart.
My brother's biological father died early, and it was my uncle who had always been to us to grow up. My uncle himself had no son and regarded us as his own.
Zheng Yichen whispered: My uncle has never been worried about whether the next generation of the Zheng family can compete with others. What he is most worried about is that our brothers will fight over such a thing.So after my brother forged his natal spiritual sword, my uncle asked me to go out... and don't go back when I go out.
Xue Mu was stunned: You stayed permanently after you arrived in Lingzhou, but in fact you were exiled.
yes.
Zheng Yichen smiled: Although I was a little cruel to me, I just like it because I didn’t want to fight with my brother.Lingzhou is very suitable for my appetite and is very novel. Every day has a new experience. It is also very interesting to be a traffic manager, as if watching the world change under my feet, all the textures are revealed.I think this is very good. You don’t have to fight with your brother, and you can do what you like.But at this moment, I found that my self-confession was not so reliable. I actually hoped that my brother would die in rebellion... I actually had the intention of being a beast.
He paused and said softly: So I don’t eat because I don’t eat, but because I’m punishing myself.When I heard the news that my brother was safe, I sang and drank again and stopped drunk.
The palace guards watched a girl in a dragon robe rush out of the palace gate with her clothes rushing out, not even knowing whether to stop it.
They never thought that an emperor would run out of the palace by himself without any trouble, and then rushed into the Xingyue Sect reporter station without saying a word.
Xiao Ai was receiving Li Xiaorui who had just been transferred to the capital. A group of girls were staring at the emperor who broke in. I wonder if he should call him Your Majesty or the Chief Constable.
Wang Bo and Xue Mu followed in anxiously: Oh, my Majesty, you can't run around like this now!God knows if there are any assassins lurking in the capital, Li Kuang had not yet been awarded his head!
Xiahou Di was very embarrassed. She didn't realize that she was the emperor at this moment. She always felt that she was still the chief constable of the Six Gates and was doing something for her.
In fact, even Xue Mu didn't react for a while. When she remembered that this guy was the emperor now, she had already run out of the palace...
He had no choice but to call Wang Uncle and follow him out.
Seeing a girl in the room looking at her stupidly, Xiahou Di said with his neck and mouth: Being an emperor is not a cage bird. I really want to suffocate me to death in the palace. I will not do it.Let’s not talk about gossip, we need to make weapons!
Li Xiaorui said carefully: What, what weapon chart?
Xue Mu explained, Li Xiaorui thought straight for a while, scratched her head and said: Young Master’s proposal is not easy to make.
Why is it difficult to do?
The first issue of the weapon list is only sent to three people, just three pages?
Xue Mu said angrily: It’s embarrassing, I’m just going to call you up, it’s not as good as the Six Gate Publication Department before.There are only a few people in each issue of the rookie score. How can you do it vividly? It’s your turn to talk too much.
Because it was written for everyone, a lot of life stories were written, and one person occupied several pages, and a few people added up to a thin volume.
Li Xiaorui felt very aggrieved: But to be honest, even we don’t know much about the life of Xujing… and Lin Wuya, if you talk about his life, you will inevitably have to tell the story of the matter between him and the sect leader, can you write it for the people of the world?Wentian is also Ah. He has fought with our Xingyue Sect for half his life... I don’t want to write about the former sect leader being hurt by him.
Xue Mu's eyes also straightened.
That's true. The life stories of this group of people are either very mysterious or have a deep entanglement with their own family, especially the emotional entanglement. They are really written to give everyone a review of the world. Not to mention whether the person involved is going to go wild, even Xue Mu will not be willing to do so!
He was even more stubborn than Xiahou Di: Why can't you do it anymore?What does our old business do?Make up the story!No one knows the story of purity, can we make up ourselves?Can he still argue?I just wrote that he was peeking at the old lady taking a bath at the age of three, and stealing the sow next door at the age of four, and he came to bite me!
The girls in the room were stunned: Young Master, what about the principles of journalism that you have repeatedly taught us?
This is called adaptation, whether it is flexible or not, it is a elm of brain.
Li Xiaorui said carefully: How do you write about Lin Wuya?
Xue Mu actually didn't know how to make up this guy, and said in anger: Are you a reporter? I am a reporter?I asked me about this, it’s so embarrassing, you can quit the group!
Li Xiaorui twitched his nose, touched his skirt in a tangled manner, and said with a red face: Do you really... do you really want to fade?There are so many people here, can we change the place?
Xue Mu: ...
Xiahou Ogi: ...
Hey, by the way, why don’t I write about Lin Wuya’s unrequited love for many years, isn’t it a big hit?You don't need to take off your skirt, right?
...Yes, yes, yes.
Xue Mu couldn't imagine what strange things would be like when he made this weapon. He really wanted to tear the little rogue girl's skirt in public. After a long time of claws, he barely changed the topic: No matter how you write it, hurry up and do it first.Xiao Ai, is Zheng Yichen coming?
Here I came, guarding Mr. Zheng’s spirit in the backyard.
Zheng Yezhi's mourning hall was directly located in the Xingyue Branch, which was also the result of soliciting Zheng Yichen's opinions. In Zheng Yichen's eyes today, Zheng Yezhi died at the hands of the royal family. He didn't want to have any grand funerals of the ceremonial ceremonies. It was really uncomfortable, so it would be better to put it on the Xingyue Sect.
Xue Mu and Xiahou Di looked at each other and sighed: Is there any news about the branch in the sword-making valley coming?
some.
Xiao Ai replied carefully: Our people can't get in, but no matter how we touched each other and found out the news, we only felt that the sword-making valley was very calm. We thought either Zheng Haoran was finished or they were still waiting for the news of Zheng Yezhi's death to be transmitted back.
Xue Mu nodded in agreement. The circulation of news in this world is not like their Xingyue Sect. Although there are so many things happening here, they broke the deadlock on the first day and ascended the throne the next day. Today is only the third day, which is only the third day after Zheng Yezhi was ambushed and died.
The ambush location is more inclined to the capital, and it is a little far from the sword-making valley. The traitor may not have time to go back. The turmoil may not have begun.
Or it's starting now.Xue Mu thought of the light and dark aura in the east and fell into deep thought.
Young Master, do our people forcefully go in?There are also six doors nearby, and everyone should try to play a role in cooperation...
It's useless, it's just a waste of life.
Xue Mu sighed: We don’t have strong people there, and this kind of thing depends on the strong people after all... Okay, let’s go and see Zheng Yichen.
Zheng Yichen sat cross-legged in front of Zheng Yezhi's coffin, motionless.
There is sandalwood around it, and it is swaying in light smoke, but there is no chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name or water and land temple, which is very quiet.
The names of the Buddhist and Taoist schools have not penetrated into the world, let alone sects like Zhujian Valley.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Zheng Yichen whispered: I said don’t eat.
Xue Mu said: How can you take revenge if you don’t eat?
Don’t mention revenge. Now there may be changes in the sword-making valley. My brother is not aware of his life or death, but I can only sit here and be stunned.
Zheng Yichen whispered: Mr. Xue knows what I am thinking now?
Xue Mu shook his head: I don’t know.
I even thought that if the traitor killed his brother, I would use the power of General Xue to fight back into the valley, and from then on I would be the master of the valley. This is not difficult.
Zheng Yichen suddenly turned his head and smiled: Isn’t it very disgusting?I disgusted myself.
Turning his head like this, he saw Xiahou Di standing beside Xue Mu.Zheng Yichen was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said nothing, and turned back.
Xiahou Di didn't mind his rudeness. Zheng Yichen's words made people feel a little dull. Think about Ji Wuyou and why Zheng Yezhi died. That kind of thought was so inappropriate in this context, but it was very consistent with a person's true heart.
My brother's biological father died early, and it was my uncle who had always been to us to grow up. My uncle himself had no son and regarded us as his own.
Zheng Yichen whispered: My uncle has never been worried about whether the next generation of the Zheng family can compete with others. What he is most worried about is that our brothers will fight over such a thing.So after my brother forged his natal spiritual sword, my uncle asked me to go out... and don't go back when I go out.
Xue Mu was stunned: You stayed permanently after you arrived in Lingzhou, but in fact you were exiled.
yes.
Zheng Yichen smiled: Although I was a little cruel to me, I just like it because I didn’t want to fight with my brother.Lingzhou is very suitable for my appetite and is very novel. Every day has a new experience. It is also very interesting to be a traffic manager, as if watching the world change under my feet, all the textures are revealed.I think this is very good. You don’t have to fight with your brother, and you can do what you like.But at this moment, I found that my self-confession was not so reliable. I actually hoped that my brother would die in rebellion... I actually had the intention of being a beast.
He paused and said softly: So I don’t eat because I don’t eat, but because I’m punishing myself.When I heard the news that my brother was safe, I sang and drank again and stopped drunk.
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