"Refugees from the city in chaos jointly submitted a letter?"

Lu Nianli was also a little surprised when he saw a large pile of joint letters.

He asked the four maids to spread out all the letter papers, and the main text of the letter was very elegantly written.

"To Lu Nianli, the Crown Prince of the Northern Territory:

We, the refugees, are so stupid that we don’t know the prince’s good intentions. We listened to the prince’s music about the people’s sufferings and were enlightened by the sixteen sisters of Zhuiyue Tower.

The heart of the prince is not the superficial corruption of the Northern Territory, but the root of the desire to internally control the chaotic city.

Such a height is beyond the reach of refugees like us.

If the prince does not give up, we are willing to follow you through life and death. We only ask for a little money to support the family, and have a simple meal and food. We will work hard until we die.

——The refugees in Luancheng County jointly submitted a letter"

The moment she read the text, Song Qing's expression became extremely strange.

"what happened?"

Although she has not been with Lu Nianli these days, she knows that Lu Nianli spends all day listening to music in Zhuiyue Tower, living in extravagant and lustful ways.

Why do those refugees suddenly want to follow the prince?

Under the main text, there are crooked names one after another. Some refugees cannot even write their own names completely, but they still leave their own traces in the dense text.

"The prince's heart is not the superficial corruption of the Northern Territory, but the root of the desire to internally control the chaotic city."

Looking at this line of words, Song Qing fell into deep thought.

"Could it be that the Crown Prince is looking for fun on the surface, but is actually looking for the root cause of corruption within the Northern Territory? Looking for an opportunity to eliminate the chaos altogether?"

She stared at Lu Nianli closely and smiled:

"Your Majesty, you really have a good plan, Qing'er admires it."

"It turns out that the prince has long known that his status is too noble. If you directly negotiate with the refugees, they will not believe you. That's why you established the Chaiyue Tower to support those poor women."

"The prince will have a heart-to-heart talk with these poor women and play his heartfelt voices in the music. They are both destitute people in the world and came from the same refugee background. It will naturally be much easier for geishas with humble status to persuade the refugees."

"Qing'er has been taught a lesson by using this method."

Song Qing's analysis is well-founded and convincing.

Song Ran nodded like a chicken pecking at rice.

Although she didn't understand much, she was greatly shocked.

"?" Lu Nianli's head was full of questions. I really just wanted to mess it up!

Sprinkling money to geishas is simply because you are too rich and don't want to spend money on whoring.

How did it become the influence of love?

Once again, he was forced to be lifted from the first floor to the atmosphere by the Thousand Layer Cake Princess.

Song Qing's decadent heart finally ignited hope. She knew that the Crown Prince would not let her down, and that the Crown Prince's forbearance was only for his future ambitions.

Who would have thought at first that the establishment of Zhuiyue Tower would be the beginning of winning the hearts of the people?

She became hopeful again.

It is expected that the crown prince will show more and more ways to govern the world.

"Your Majesty, what are you going to do with those refugees now? Incorporate them into the Northern Territory Army?" Song Qing asked.

"Let them wait."

Lu Nianli lay on the bed and said lazily: "Anyway, as soon as January is up, I will leave Chaos City and go back to Zhenbeicheng."

Song Qing frowned: "If we let them wait any longer, the effect may be counterproductive. With just a little training, 30,000 refugees can become an army with good combat effectiveness."

"unnecessary."

Lu Nianli lay on his side and stopped talking to Song Qing.

Thirty thousand refugees signed a petition?

That doesn’t stop you from showing off!

"Ding, the host's primary trashing behavior has been detected, and 30,000 homeless people have signed a petition to reject it. They will get a lottery chance, and the trashing points are *60."

【Lottery in progress!】

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the ‘Shura Sword Intent’. 】

[Shura Sword Intent: The top of hell, the Shura Sea of ​​Blood, with one sword coming out, thousands of bones will wither, it can kill the world's killing sword! Asura Sword Intent surges like a yellow spring, and the murderous intent returns to the heart like a sea.]

A system prompt sounds.

Lu Nianli felt like there was a floating sword in his mind.

His thoughts moved slightly and he touched the sword.

In an instant, the two sisters Song Qing, Song Ran, and the four maids all felt a terrifying sword intent sweeping past them, like Shura coming to the world.

Their minds went blank for a moment, as if they had fallen into the Asura Hell.

Including the Six Sword Slaves who had been hiding in the dark were also forced to reveal themselves. The sword intent just now was far from reaching that level even if the six of them, as sword masters, worked together.

"Prince?"

The girls looked at the source of the sword intent explosion in disbelief.

Lu Nianli was still lying there on his side, without any movement, and his aura was no different from that of an ordinary person.

"Is it an illusion?"

The terrifying sword intent just now requires killing many people to develop. Even King Zhenbei, who is known as the Iron-Blooded Man Slayer, does not have such an aura.

…

Outside Luancheng County.

A young girl who was walking forward with her head lowered suddenly raised her head, looking in the direction of the inn in the city with sharp sword-like eyes.

"Shura Sword Intent?"

"There is such a powerful swordsman in this small chaotic city."

The girl's pace quickened, and she followed the induction she had just received to outside an inn in the center of Luancheng County.

She could sense six auras similar to hers in the inn.

"No wonder Shuang'er has no ability to resist."

Facing these six people, even she may not be able to parry, let alone Li Shuang'er, who only serves as the scabbard of the famous sword "Muliuma" passed down by the Li family.

"Then where did that terrifying Shura sword intent just now come from?"

The girl pondered, "Could it be that there is a master beside the Northern Prince who I can't sense, and he is the protector beside King Zhenbei?"

"The Li Family Sword Tomb Meng Xie asks to see the Northern Territory Crown Prince."

The girl spoke, and her voice reached Lu Nianli's room in the inn. The latter woke up and thought he heard wrongly.

"Chun Yu, take a look, is there anyone outside?"

"Your Highness, there is a girl carrying a sword."

Chunyu smiled and said: "This girl is really strange. There is no scabbard on the sword she carries on her back. She also wears a veil on her head, so she can't see her face clearly." www.bǐqυgetν.℃ǒm

"Let her in."

Lu Nianli smiled, dressing up like this was no different from the information provided by Bai Xiaotang.

The person who came was actually the swordsman genius from the Li Family Sword Tomb, Meng Xie who ranked second in the New Rouge Review.

His guess was indeed correct.

The former killer of Qishalou, ‘Shuang’, had a close relationship with this Mengxie girl.

"Hey, girl, my heir apparent wants you to come up."

Chun Yu opened the window and shouted to Meng Xie downstairs.

The next moment, there was a knock on the door outside the room.

"Please come in."

Lu Nianli sat up from the bed, looked at Meng Xie who walked into the room with a smile, and then ordered: "Xia Chan, go and bring 'Shuang' here."

Without Lu Nian leaving his mouth, Meng Xie found a stool and sat down on his own.

"Your Majesty, I'll take Shuang'er back."

"If you have any conditions, the prince can ask for them."

After the endless coma, Shi Yu suddenly stood up from the bed.

He took a deep breath of fresh air, his chest trembling.

Confused, confused, and all kinds of emotions came to my mind.
To be continued...