It could even be said that his voice was gentle and weak, but he had the courage to say whatever he wanted, to not get angry, and to not raise any objections.
"Whatever, it's up to you."
"My son, your elder brother lives in your mother's heart. Your mother is proud of him, so your mother will live to watch those damn things die for my son."
The Queen laughed for the first time in many days. This smile seemed as if it was the end of a harsh winter. The flowers bloomed in spring, and the haze that had hung over the days faded away. It accentuated his clear eyebrows and made him look more handsome.
At this moment, Jun Wenlin felt as if he had seen an orchid break through the ice, as if it was a frost that had been lifted from the snow, and as if the sky itself was clear. He knew that he had lost an excellent son, and an even better son. He was also beholden to his ancestors.
Hero was silent.
He Yuan, who was guarding the mourning hall by himself, refused to be disturbed by anyone else. He played the zither at intervals, playing it with a plaintive, mournful voice that faintly revealed the thunder of the war drums. The struggle of blood for so long made one's hair stand on end, and for some reason it made one's heart tremble. It was just like how the Evil Warding Sword slashed through the ice. It was different from the small bridge flowing water, but also different from the blood surging with passion.
At the climax, once the zither string was snapped by him, a bloody wound appeared on his finger, and the zither music abruptly stopped.
"My lord, it is late at night. Just take a rest! "
Red Meat came in with a plate of fruits and a plate of snacks. His face was full of worry.
"Don't say too much."
Xiao Qingyu's expression was cold and solemn as he asked in a deep voice, "What happened at the General's Estate?"
"Our lord's foresight is like a god. If the imperial edict had come a moment later, Young Master Dong would have left. Young Master Dong accepted the imperial edict and went to sleep.
Under the moonlight, Gentlemen Yuen sat with his hands clasped, frowning, looking up at the moon. The frown on Feng Yuan's face was so cold that it was different from the fire he used to burn in the past.
Suddenly, the hair on her forehead slightly moved, "Red Silk, get down!"
The red silk looked at the window and retreated. Feng Yuan picked up a piece of cake from his plate and threw it over, "Come on, then come out!"
A man dressed in black appeared in the full moon. He was sitting sideways on the windowsill. In his hand, he held a piece of pastry tossed over by Eunuch Yuan. With a flick of his finger, the pastry was returned to his plate. Her eyes that were as black as ink were like the bright and clear crescent moon in the night sky. Half of his face was covered in a silver mask that was glowing blue under the moonlight.
"Why did you set me up?"
"I'm giving you a chance to build your career!"
The gentleman's smile was sinister, charming, and arrogant. He stopped and breathed deeply. There was no dust on his feet. He was already standing daintily in front of the window, in front of Xiao Qingyu. His black hair danced in the wind, and his white clothes fluttered in the wind.
"I didn't expect you to see your smile."
Even Dongfeng Po had to admit that this was a man that gave them headaches.
"What?" He quietly looked at him for a while, as an indescribable emotion surfaced in his eyes.
"My laughter will only be Yama. "You will be the Yan Luo from the Qi Tian country." With that, he turned around and poured Dong Feng Po a cup of tea.
"You flatter me."
Dong Feng Po took over the teacup given to him by Noble Yuan and took a whiff of the fragrant aroma. "Good tea."
After finishing his sentence, he raised his hand and took a sip, then closed his eyes and thought for a while. Yu Jiu Fang then said: "You're going to be disappointed. I won't be your Yama."
Fang Jun's face darkened and he regained his composure. He put down the cup of tea in his hand and said, "Didn't you already accept the decree? You will go, because you don't want me to die in the battlefield, right?
Dong Feng Po stood up and jumped down from the window, as if he was sighing and ridiculing Jiang Chen, "Are you sure you can win against me?"
"Something like that."
Feng Yuan immediately walked over to Dong Feng Po and knelt down on one knee. "If I can personally go and wipe out the Qi Tian Kingdom, then I will clean up the external trouble. But I have a responsibility on me. It's not like I was free and unrestrained earlier on. I know you didn't approve of this, but I don't believe anyone else has the ability to do so. So I humbly request you to help me. "
Dong Feng Po was shocked. Was this still that man he hated? Was this still the person that he liked to scream so much when he saw him? It was just as he had said; he had already accepted the imperial edict, and there was no way he could go back on his word. However, he did not expect that the First Prince would actually kneel before him, and even if he were to kneel on one knee, it was sufficient to show his sincerity. He used to be a prince, but now he's a king, his lord. He then stretched out his hand to help him up, "Stand up, I'll promise you that."
He Feng Yuan laughed, a bitter smile on his face, but his expression was very lonely. "It's a pity that we can't kill the enemy together with you, I hope you can send your troops out of the city tomorrow morning, afraid that there will be a change at the border after a long time! "Don't worry, no matter what you ask for, I will support you. Also, the Qiankun State will definitely invade the Qi Tian country together, just in case any spies enter …"
If he was the prince who liked to be a thief and did not do proper business, he would be the first to stand out and oppose him. Now, it seemed that he was indeed going to be a good monarch who could let the people of Yaochi Kingdom live and work in peace. Dong Feng Po poured a cup full of tea and said from the bottom of his heart: "Three days apart is a good time. Not bad, it's a pity, I can't fight in the battlefield together with you. "Look at the cups."
Gentleman drank a cup of tea and cut his left arm with his saber. Blood poured into the empty tea bowl.
"You, what are you doing?!" There's no need for us to make enemies with our blood in our hearts, is there? "
Dong Feng Po's face changed and he was about to intervene to stop Feng Wu Dao, but Feng Yuan dodged him. "Don't move! You and I are brothers, there's no need for such a situation. "
When the teacup was filled with a full cup of fresh blood, he pressed on the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding, and then shouted towards the outside, "Red Silk, get a water bag!"
There was a movement outside.
Being touched was one thing, but Eastwind, who had suffered a few losses at the hands of Noble Yuan, couldn't help but to be distracted. He then asked with doubt and vigilance, "What the hell are you trying to do?"
"I know that ordinary people would not be able to hurt you, but the people of the Qi Tian Country are good at using poison, I do not want the Yao Chi Country to lose a hero. My blood can cure a hundred poisons, this one you bring along, it might be a little disgusting, but this one you might need. "
He spoke as if his blood was worthless.
He actually told him such a big secret. No wonder he drank it last time, it was impossible to take the antidote in such a short time. So that was the reason, even if he was a little unwilling, he would still turn into smoke. However, he was not moved and choked with sobs. Instead, he asked, "Since you trust me this much, aren't you afraid that your blood can be detoxified and cause multiple prying eyes?"
"Don't forget that I'm a prince, I'm afraid they care even more about their lives."
Guiyuan could always return it in such a manner. At this time, his whole body was emitting the stench of blood. Indeed, he was like the charming snake king. Dong Feng Po had no choice but to admit that even though he hated standing on the side of a friend, he was still a man of character. He was willing to risk his life just to be a good friend and master like Ye Xiwen.