Baili Yun sat on the tall eaves and looked at Shu Ling secretly and smiled leisurely.
Shu Ling vaguely felt a trace of ulterior motives on him. He raised his eyes slightly and it was indeed Baili Yun.
Baili Yun smiled slightly, raised his eyebrows and gave him a wink.
The King of Northern Yan, who was closely behind His Majesty, was also a powerful general who had been on the battlefield for a long time. He had always been particularly sensitive to these movements. So before Shu Ling could catch all his eyes, his eyes had already moved to the corner of the eaves accurately.
But I saw no one.
Shu Ling suddenly noticed the gaze of the King of Northern Yan and gasped in his heart.
"Can the Marshal still have the Yaxing to raise a cat?" This sentence was unique to the fierceness of the warriors and asked very unfriendly.
"I raised the cat," Yi Chen smiled and looked at King Beiyan, "I picked it up by chance two days ago."
Shu Ling seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then faintly felt a little uneasy.
In fact, Yi Chenzhui did not know why King Beiyan asked this for no reason, but he could taste the coldness in his tone.
Although I don’t know what the Northern Yan King meant, this answer should be fine.
In fact, the King of Northern Yan did regain his doubts.
In fact, there was no big doubt about this matter at first. After all, no one in the world knew that the Marshal still had a Canghai Pavilion in the world.
What is there to doubt about the Marshal's own people in the Marshal's Mansion?
Although the King of Northern Yan still felt that the existence of Canghai Pavilion was really disgusting.
Shu Ling was worried all the way, and his mind was heartbroken. He was skeptical and really afraid that Baili Yun had given him a fake reassurance.
The emperor finally stepped into the courtyard where the marshal blocked for many days.
But I don’t know when Baili Yun also withdrew the guards who blocked the yard.
This action is really fast.
Shu Ling took the opportunity to look around, but no Baili Yun was seen.
Shu Ling felt something was wrong in her heart...
On the other side, Yi Chen had already fulfilled the responsibility of the young master of the General Mansion, pushed the door of the house, and calmly invited several noble people into the house.
Shu Ling's heart chills.
The Prime Minister secretly calmed down his heart and couldn't help but sigh that following His Majesty to visit the disease is indeed a wise choice!
Yi Chenzhu's face suddenly became as deep as a deep pool. He greeted His Majesty with one hand, but Yu Guang had already glanced at the tightly-fitting bed tent.
Shu Ling's heart has never been as tight as it is now...
The emperor seemed to have made the dead atmosphere in the room feel a little breathless. He was still three steps away from the bed and couldn't help but say slowly: "Marson?"
There is naturally no response in the account.
Yi Chenzhui hid a breath hanging from his heart, suppressing his mind, and lifted up the curtain to cover the couch. With just one glance, his whole gaze condensed, and his heart was shocked, and even his hands that were picking the tent trembled.
He barely calmed down his mind, but his heartstrings were severely broken.
The person on the couch was covered with bandages. Although it was new cloth, it was already mottled with blood. The white hair spread all over the pillow, but it was as sad as snow and frost.
Yi Chenzhui couldn't believe that his adoptive father had become like this, "although he was alive and still died."
The three of them were stunned. No one could have imagined that the arrogant marshal was really seriously injured and unconscious, and his life was hanging on the line.
Shu Ling stared at him, and his chin almost landed on his back.
The "marshal" on the couch was also wrapped around her face, and the only one on her body was not bound by bandages.
This...is too exaggerated...
"Marson, this is..." Even the Prime Minister couldn't help but show a pale face.
His Majesty gently leaned the cane with the dragon head on the edge of the couch, and sat on the edge of the couch, leaning slightly, carefully looking at the outline of the face buried under the gauze on the couch, and his heart was calm.
Yi Chen was still carrying the curtain aside, and his heart was a little stunned, and he forgot to look at the expressions of the other two people.
Shu Ling came back and finally accepted the appearance of the "marshal" made by Baili Yun, so he calmly withdrew his shock and stood quietly by the side.
The emperor finally figured out Jun Han's condition, and his doubts disappeared, but his worries became deeper.
After leaving the Marshal's house and moving to the Marshal's house to meet the guests, everyone's hearts were sunk.
"I didn't expect that the assassin was so fierce." The King of Northern Yan broke the silence in the hall lukewarmly, took a sip of tea, and served it with a proud and arrogant look.
People who kill and attack are used to life and death, so they naturally speak less tactfully. Therefore, this statement is really a bit harsh when Yi Chen listens to it, but there is no way to refute it.
The boy can only be silent.
"I heard that there was another big mess in the capital not long ago. I wonder if it was related to the assassination of the Marshal?" The prince of the Western Region who was not good at speaking Chinese asked in such an awkward accent.
This sentence completely broke the quiet atmosphere here.
Yi Chenzhu immediately changed his mood and replied: "This matter cannot be asserted, but judging from the current clues, these recent events may be inseparable from the image of the drought."
"It is just to say that it is inseparable from the Western Regions." The King of Northern Yan replied coldly.
The prince of the Western Regions smiled awkwardly, "Your Highness the King said it well. This matter is closely related to the evil spirits in the land of the bright moon."
Yi Chen saw that the prince was deliberately pulling the topic in this direction, so he simply pushed the boat along the way and said in a word: "Speaking of this, what is the evil spirit in the land of the bright moon?"
As soon as this matter was mentioned, the prince with deep eyes immediately raised his eyebrows. Before he could express his meaning, he immediately replied in a shocked tone: "That is the curse of the gods, which turns the divine power given to mortals into evil power that destroys life."
"How to say it?"
The land of the bright moon is different from an ordinary oasis. Since ancient times, this place has abundant spiritual power and naturally has countless treasures buried. Therefore, it has always been regarded as a holy place by various tribes in the Western Regions and has been fought for endlessly.
But just over a hundred years ago, the place of Mingyue, which had originally given countless favors to the people of the Western Regions, suddenly changed. No one who entered the country survived. At first, everyone thought it was because the believers were not pious enough. So as always, the more people died in the place of Mingyue, the more people outside became more and more enthusiastic. They all had a lucky mentality, thinking that they would be "one person's success" after thousands of bones were woven.
But there were only a few people who died. After a long time, everyone finally realized that the gods were really angry.
"Then the king sent the gods into the country, which calmed the wrath of the gods."
Heavenly man?
Yi Chen was confused for a moment. The Prime Minister saw his expression and turned slightly, pressing his voice to the point where only two people could audibly and said, "It's their priest."
After the "Heaven and Man" entered the land of the bright moon, the Western Regions had been together for another hundred years. Until forty-nine years ago, the same year when Beishan Jun was attacked by the Immortal Sect and destroyed his soul on the Guyuetai, the land of the bright moon was once again rioted.
"At that time, the red star appeared in the sky to compete for the bright moon. The pagans who had been hidden for a hundred years appeared in the blood light, dyeing the bright moon land with blood... Those pagans bathed in the luster of the bright moon land, but did devilish things against the will of God - the gods were furious."
The prince of Zhuyue turned around and turned, but only the word "God's Wrath", but only described the matter in a different way. After that, the degree of his scatteredness was no less than that of unofficial history and legends.
The emperor's expression gradually condensed when he heard this. The Prime Minister was as quiet as a wooden carving. The King of Northern Yan rolled his eyes from time to time, disdainful and funny.
If you continue to do this thoroughly, sooner or later, your storytelling party will become the Prince's storytelling party. So Yi Chen hurriedly picked up a time when he was drinking water and changed the topic.
"The thing that has caused chaos in the capital this time is a statue of a drought-bar. I wonder what the drought-bar has to do with the bright moon?"
Prince Zhuyue put down the teacup and immediately replied: "Where the Bo Mei goes, it will destroy the spirit and cause a severe drought. Only the desert in the world is not afraid of her invasion, so our god seals Bo Mei in the land of the bright moon and suppresses her evil power with the image of cold water."
The "cold water" mentioned here is the power of the northern water god Xuanming.
"In this way, the person who brought the image of the drought to the Central Plains may be the pagans in the land of the bright moon?"
Although Yi Chen followed this question, his tone was firm. In fact, he was just forcibly setting the topic to the Western Regions, and no one dared to say the truth about this matter at present.
"It must be!" However, this prince's prince was more confident than Yi Chen's pursuit, and he bit him firmly in one bite.
"The magpie was sealed in Gouyue Gorge, the deepest part of the bright moon land. That place is not something that ordinary people can enter, but pagans have studied the method of going deep into Gouyue Gorge for generations - it must be them."
Judging from the expression of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the royal family of Zhuyue Kingdom has suffered a lot from paganisms...
The lectures in the hall were ups and downs. After hearing this, the prince almost burst into tears.
Baili Yun lay leisurely on the eaves, his left arm resting on his head, listening to the conversation in the hall like a play, and a smile that was hard to understand appeared on the corner of his lips from time to time.
There are actually a few people who believe that the thing is open and the gods are closed.
What ordinary people call "faith" is actually nothing more than worship of interests. Throughout history, which god believed by mortals has not "boundless kindness and will respond to all requests"?
If you give your kindness to others, you will respect others. If you take ruthlessness to others, you will be attacked.
"Belief"?
It sounds really nice.
Baili Yunxi sighed sarcastically, but she was not very angry-
After all, who is born in the world?
After all, it is all human nature and the normal state of the world.
Baili Yun seemed to be teasing a little bit of joke, so he turned to look at Gui Wu who was standing on the eaves beam and smiled and said, "Come here, tell you a joke."
He said this lightly, Gui Wu, like a cat who had only touched a firecracker, immediately exploded and "booed" him desperately.
This is climbing the eaves and eavesdropping!
Baili Yun disagreed. After returning his head, he looked at Tian, ​​who was still clear and thin and light, and said, "So you are so timid."
"This is not a question of whether you are timid or not!" said Gui Wuxie's breath burning in the fire.
Baili Yun smiled and didn't answer.
"Bailiyun, if you dare to ruin the affairs of the Pavilion Master, I will fight you to the death!"
Another joke flashed through Bailiyun's eyes, and said Lei Ran: "I didn't expect that the dog raised by the wolf was quite loyal."
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Chapter completed!