The storm of the imperial city became so fast that the kings and powerful people who came from all directions passed by one day, and many long-lasting mansions became lively again.

After Xia Mingri ascended the throne, several princes who were the kings in the past have their own back covers one after another. They no longer lived in the dynasty for a long time, but only the seriously ill King Shoushan stayed, but lost his life in the plot.

After the kings came, they first worshiped their former brothers. As a few people in the royal family who were not qualified to inherit the throne, their relationship was not too bad. They both went to worship for public and private.

Xia Yifei, the name of Junxiu, was originally from an extraordinary lineage and was also a powerful successor to the throne. However, since childhood, he fell seriously ill and the hope of inheriting the throne disappeared.

The former Emperor Xia also had many regrets about this prince. Fortunately, Xia Yifei was still open-minded and sensible by nature. He was depressed for a while and gradually became clear-headed.

Xia Ziyi left the Tianyu Hall and followed several princes to the imperial tomb to pay homage to King Shoushan.

"Brother, the situation in the imperial city is not right, you have to be careful." The former seventh prince, now the Tailing King, looked at Xia Ziyi, who had changed a lot in front of him, sighed in his heart and reminded him.

This emperor's brother was not a title between the king and the minister, but it made Xia Ziyi's eyes rarely show a gentle feeling.

At this time, everyone was just afraid of him when they saw him, and only brothers would remind him with concern.

"Don't worry, brother, I will deal with it carefully," Xia Ziyi replied softly.

It is not just a coincidence that Daxia can flourish for thousands of years. Compared with other dynasties, the Daxia royal family has far more pride in its own blood than anyone else. The princes never believe in anything reincarnated by the reincarnation of the Pluto. If they don’t believe in it, they can be clear-headed. Judging from the identity of bystanders, it is not too difficult to analyze the conspirators behind it.

On the side, the neighboring king, who was once the eleventh prince, also reminded, "The emperor's brother should deal with this matter as soon as possible. The fourth sister got angry a lot when she was adjacent to the city because of these rumors. The rumors were blocked. The people were too easy to be fooled. If they did not find a way to solve it, it would eventually become a disaster."

"The emperor's brother was originally from the Confucian sect, why did he be so opposed to the Confucian sect?" The fifth prince, who had been taciturn, asked now King Luo.

"It's a long story"

Xia Ziyi sighed in a deep voice and continued, "If I guessed correctly, tomorrow and Yifei's accident are related to the Confucian school."

King Luo narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Not right. The sixth brother has been weak and sick since childhood and has never had a grudge with others. There seems to be no reason to start the Confucian school."

"I have never figured out this point, but judging from the reaction of the Confucian school, this matter should not be wrong," Xia Ziyi replied with a serious expression.

The seven kings' eyes were all concentrated. In this matter, the Daxia royal family prospered and suffered losses. If the Confucian clan wanted to change the world, they would not agree first.

In the princess's mansion, the fourth princess Xia Liuzhu asked with a slight anger on her face, "Xinyu, where is the Marquis of Zhiming? Why haven't he come back at such a critical moment?"

Even the former princes and princesses knew that Zhiming Hou and the eldest brother were best friends. Now that such a big thing has happened, they have never heard of Zhiming Hou’s whereabouts, and it seems to have completely disappeared.

"In order to solve the problem of reinforcements from the Four Poles, Ning Chen had already gone to the Four Poles a few months ago. In a short period of time, he might not be able to come back." Facing the fourth sister who had the best relationship among the princes and princesses in the past, Xia Xinyu did not hide it and answered honestly.

Xia Liuzhu was stunned, and then sighed helplessly. It was the first time in a thousand years that Daxia was forced into such a difficult situation. All the eight Wuhous were fighting outside. In the vast imperial city, there was no Wuhou in charge.

"Xinyu, you don't have to worry too much. I heard that Buyihou and Zi~Horse Yang is already on the way back and will probably be able to arrive at the imperial city soon. The Conspiracy of the Confucian Sect will not succeed," Xia Liuzhu comforted.

"Well" Xia Xinyu nodded gently, and a smile appeared on her beautiful face and replied.

In the Northern Meng Royal Court, outside the palace, two figures stood quietly in front of a simple and quiet tomb. It had been a long time, not far away, and Jiang Hua waited patiently without any impatience.

On the other side, Amethyst was waiting quietly as before, looking at the little girl standing in front of the tomb, her beautiful eyes never left for half a moment.

For this extremely quiet woman, Jiang Hua also looked at her with admiration. She looked at people and her heart. She had nothing else in her heart and always had a normal mind. It is really rare.

I heard that this was the maid who was specially left by Master Xin to the little emperor of Beimeng. The maid was like this, which shows how great the woman named Fan Lingyue was.

Before the tomb, Mingyue looked a little sad, and her elder sister was like a mother. Before she knew it, Sister Lingyue had passed away for nearly four years.

He kowtowed in front of his master's tomb, performed the ceremony of becoming a disciple again, fulfilling his last wish for this trip.

The two stood in front of the grave for a long time, and finally it was time to leave.

A hundred steps away from the tomb is the full moon imperial guards in Northern Mongolia, waiting to escort the emperor back to the palace.

"Sister Jiangxin, when you see Ning Chen, let him come back soon. The weather in Daxia is about to change," Mingyue instructed.

"Don't worry, your Majesty, I will bring the words," Jiang Xin replied softly.

Mingyue looked at the tomb reluctantly, then turned around and left. Amethyst followed and returned to the Northern Meng Palace under the escort of the three thousand full moon imperial guards.

"Let's go, we're time to go back," Jiang Hua walked forward and spoke.

"kindness"

He responded calmly, and finally took a look at the name on the tombstone and left with his brother.

The wind is bleak, the lonely tombstone is not buried in the imperial tomb, because anyone who leaves a last word with a guilty will not enter the tomb.

The failure of the unification of the world is the greatest guilt. Fan Lingyue never regretted going south to attack Xia. The sacrifice of millions of people and soldiers in the war was inevitable. However, if she failed in the end, the sacrifice of the war would completely lose its value.

In the Four Poles Realm, in the past half a month, the Jinshou National Master and Ning Chen have almost turned the entire Changsheng City up and down, but unfortunately, no trace of the phoenix blood was found.

Master Jinshou's face became worse and worse. Just as he was about to explode, he suddenly noticed a trace of extremely weak phoenix blood aura in the distance.

"Let's take a look"

Master Jinshou greeted him in a deep voice and immediately rushed forward.

In the rocky forest, red fluorescent stars were dotted, like small fireflies, flying in the air.

Seeing these red mists, the national master of the Golden Staff narrowed his eyes, and the breath of phoenix blood actually came from these little insects. It was really strange.

"Senior Jinshou, be careful, it seems a bit strange," Ning Chen kindly reminded.

"No obstacle"

Master Jinshou walked forward and reached out to touch him, but felt an invisible restriction blocking the red fog.

With a bang, the ban broke down and had no effect in front of the powerful people of the three disasters. The next moment, red mist flew out and rushed towards the Jinshou National Master.

"kindness?"

Master Jinshou frowned, feeling the continuous loss of true energy in his body, and was surprised, what a strange red fog.

In the blink of an eye, when touching Hongwu's hand, a trace of blood was revealed. The red mist not only swallowed the true energy, but also swallowed human flesh and blood.

The Jinshou Master's eyes were cold, and his true energy rose all over his body, crushing all the flying insects into ashes.

Next to the "White Mist Woman Tide", Ning Chen seemed to remember something, and his face showed a strange look.

"Do you know this?" Master Jinshang turned his head and asked.

"Yeah," Ning Chen nodded and continued, "A few days ago, Emperor Hu Lei had a very similar thing when he married. However, I heard that those insect tides were white, not such red fog."

Master Jinzhang thought for a while and said, "That's right. These insects have been fed with phoenix blood. It's not surprising that they have changed."

After saying that, Master Jinshou turned his gaze and asked, "Do you know where those white fog tides are raised?"

"Don't know very well"

Ning Chen shook his head slightly and said, "I just heard that the person who caused trouble at Emperor Hulei's wedding was Muyang Gong of the Lihuo Dynasty. I still have some friendship with the land craftsmen of the Lihuo Dynasty. He once mentioned that this Muyang Gong seems to have some connection with the Four Poles Holy Land. I believe that the matter is beyond the relationship with the holy land."

"Four Poles Holy Land"

Master Jinshou narrowed his eyes. If he could, he really didn't want to face the master of the Four Poles.

"Go around the Four Poles Holy Land. Such dangerous things should not be directly raised in the Four Poles Holy Land. Moreover, since this white fog insect tide appeared at the wedding banquet of the emperors once, the holy land would not be fed by themselves." Master Jinbang analyzed calmly.

"What the senior said is reasonable" Ning Chen gave a compliment at the right time.

The two of them then rushed directly towards the holy land. After searching for so long, the Jinshou National Master, who had already given up, had hope again in their hearts. These insect tides were really weird. Someone was raising them with phoenix blood. In this way, the master of the Four Poles Realm and the King of Disasters were likely to be experimenting with something.

There are very few insect tides here. Eight out of ten places where the insect tides are really fed on a large scale are under the control of the Four Poles Holy Land, so the phoenix blood from the Hall of Longevity should have been sent there.

Master Jinshou believes in his judgment that as long as he finds the place where the insect tide is fed, he can find the phoenix blood accumulated in the Hall of Eternal Life for tens of thousands of years.

From beginning to end, Ning Chen didn't say much, but just guided him at the right time, and let Master Jinbang guess the rest of the matter himself.

People are always willing to believe in themselves and not to believe in others, let alone Master Jinzhang is a suspicious person. He is too busy with other people and has attracted Master Jinzhang to be suspicious. It is better to let this old man think about it by himself.

He had basically prepared everything he had to prepare. What he needed now was to completely destroy the teleportation formation of the Four Poles Holy Land and cut off the possibility of the Four Poles Realm continuously sending reinforcements to the land of China.

As for the matter of closing the two realms, although he is not absolutely sure, he must try his best.

However, there is no news about senior and Aman so far, which makes him very worried.
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