As we all know, the King of Zhongshan was expelled from Kyoto, and he was completely dependent on eating shit and pretending to be crazy, so he was not sentenced to death by the Holy Queen. He had an extremely irritable temper and often wanted to kill people if he had disagreements. If An Hua had used to be, no matter how peaceful the Taoist heart was, he would inevitably feel uneasy when facing the mad prince's eyes, but now he will not.

Because she had felt the vast heart of His Majesty as the sea of ​​stars and the warmth of the sun at the closest distance.

His Majesty's will has always been with her, like the holy light, how could she be afraid?

She looked at the King of Zhongshan quietly, obviously not ready to change her statement.

"Since that person is still alive, why didn't he come with you?" The Dali Temple Minister frowned slightly and looked at her and said, "What a big case is this? Not to mention that he is suspected, even if he is a proof, he should come to the church."

When it is confirmed that the owner of the cinnabar pill is dead, what everyone wants most is of course the prescription for the cinnabar pill.

But now that he is confirmed that the person is not dead, then his person is of course more important than the prescription.

Anhua said: "Because there is something important, he was unable to come here, so he wrote a letter to tell the story of the night."

When she was about to take out the letter, the extremely stern voice of the God General Cheng Tao came from the hall: "What a bold courage! How dare you fool all the lords with a letter. You must know that this is a big case. As the imperial envoy, the prince was present in person. Who is this person? Can you dare to resist the order?"

An Hua's expression remained unchanged and he said calmly: "Even if the prince really came up with the imperial edict at this time, it would be meaningless."

When she said this, her eyes fell on the King of Zhongshan.

The whole room was filled with an uproar, and then laughter rang out.

Everyone took this sentence from her as a joke.

But the King of Zhongshan did not laugh, although An Hua said this to him, although his true words were indeed an imperial edict.

There was another person who didn't laugh, it was Tianhai Chengwen. The killing game in the snowy ridge that night was the plan of the Tang family in the Kyoto Palace. It fell on the young formation master. Chen Changsheng was looking for and killing. This killing game was very secret. Even the king of Zhongshan and Tianhai Chengwen didn't know it, but they had a very high status and vaguely discovered some news, but they could not confirm until today. At this time, looking at An Hua's calm expression, I couldn't help but feel slightly different, thinking to myself, was it really that way?

The Dali Temple Minister looked at An Hua and mocked, "According to your opinion, is that the person the Pope?"

"good."

Anhua took out the letter, looked at the great people in the hall and said, "It was His Majesty's handwritten letter. I wonder which adult will come to pick it up?"

What? His Majesty’s handwritten letter?

That person is His Majesty the Pope?

The Dali Temple Minister thought he had heard it wrong, so he woke up after a while and almost fainted.

The rest of the people were not much better, sitting in a chair like a statue, unable to move, and unable to make noise.

The whole house was still full of noise the moment before, but the whole house was full of quiet, and the venue became extremely quiet.

The extremely long silence made people feel extremely depressed, and people looked at each other, their eyes full of shock.

I don’t know how long it took, but someone finally spoke.

Tian Hai Chengwen's voice was still so low, but if you listen carefully, you should find some meaninglessness.

"You mean, the cinnabar elixir was refined by the Pope?"

Anhua replied: "That's right."

Tian Hai Chengwen stopped asking questions and seemed to take a casual look at Dali Temple Queen.

These big men were used to the ups and downs of officialdom and the death of life and death in the temple. They were all scheming and scheming people, and they quickly realized.

The Dali Temple Minister patted the table and stared at An Hua's eyes and said coldly: "It's ridiculous! His Majesty the Pope is the lord of the palace, and he is invincible for the hope of thousands of believers of the state religion. He is kind and kind. If the cinnabar elixir is really from the hands of His Majesty, His Majesty will definitely hand over the prescription to the state religion or the court to refine it in large quantities. How could he ignore the tragic situation of the deaths of many soldiers on the front line like now? He is willing to provide only one bottle in a month, which is a villain who deceives the world and steals the reputation and holds treasures to hold the court!"

Hearing these words, the general Cheng Tao, who was shocked by humiliating His Majesty the Pope before, felt much more at ease, and the rest of the people were the same.

The situation of the military government's case trial was constantly spread to the crowd on the street. After hearing the news, the crowd suddenly became noisy and shocked.

It turns out that the magical cinnabar pill was actually refined by His Majesty himself!

People rushed to the gate of the military mansion, blocking the streets, shouting something.

But when the questioning of Daliqing Temple came out of the mansion, the street suddenly became quiet.

The words of the Dali Temple Minister were very sinister.

If Anhua insists that the cinnabar pill was personally refined by His Majesty the Pope, how can I explain this question? In the more than a year after the emergence of the cinnabar pill, many people, especially those who did not have the opportunity to get the cinnabar pill, could only watch their comrades, companions, and relatives die, had asked the same questions.

Since cinnabar pills can produce white bones and live dead people, why... why is that person unwilling to refine more?

At this time, the street was quiet, and countless people looked at the direction of the military palace and wanted to know an answer.

How could you bear to watch so many people die, your kindness?

"My past thoughts were the same as those of the adults and people outside the mansion, and I was confused and even angry about this issue."

Anhua looked at the Dali Temple Minister and said, "But no more, because I know that there is a medicinal material in the cinnabar pill, which is very rare and only His Majesty the Pope can provide it. Therefore, it doesn't make any sense whether the prescription is provided to the palace or the court, and it can only be refined so many times every month."

Listening to this, the King of Zhongshan narrowed his eyes, with deep meaning, and Tianhai Chengwen also remained silent.

The Dali Temple Minister had nothing to think about and said with a sneer: "I really want to know which medicinal herbs are so rare in the world? Is there no such thing as the Baicao Garden, and there are not even in the forest when cooking. The number is so rare, but only His Majesty the Pope can find it?"

Logically speaking, there was no problem with his words, and he could withstand any scrutiny afterwards.

However, he soon knew that he had made another unforgivable mistake.

Because Anwar began his own answer.

"Because that medicinal material is the holy blood of His Majesty the Pope!"

Her face showed a look of pride and glory, and a bright voice rang out inside and outside the military palace and fell into the ears of countless people.

"In order to save all living beings, Your Majesty will not hesitate to consume his life and turn holy blood into medicine. This is the cinnabar pill!"

Whether inside and on the Songshan Military Mansion or on the streets outside, countless sounds of gasping in the air, and screaming in shock.

Then all the sounds disappeared.

On the streets and in the military mansion, it was quiet.

No one spoke for a long time.

Anhua's eyes flashed across the faces of the Dali Temple Minister and the other great men, and asked, "Now, what else do you want to ask?"

No one still spoke.
Chapter completed!