"The spiritual deer is back, can you stop him?" Song did not force himself to break in, but came down at the palace gate. The spiritual deer was beside him. Even if he did not have a warrant for entering the palace, no one could stop him.

The spiritual deer belongs to him, and also to the witch land, and even more to the national teacher. If you stop him from entering, you will be disrespectful to the gods.

"Witch is going to return to the holy land?" asked the guard who let him into the palace gate.

"The disciple of the great witch in Yaodi, I asked to see the king if I have important matters, and I will spread it all over the world." Song said, holding Linglu.

The guards hesitated a little, and someone had already left the line to salute and said, "Witch, please wait."

Someone hurried forward, and recited comforted the spiritual deer and waited quietly.

The person who reported the news had not returned for a long time, but he hurriedly approached. Several servants stepped forward and saluted and said, "Witch, the eldest prince is welcome."

Linglu heard the sound and protected her in front of the reciting, but he pulled the reins and said, "No need to be afraid, please go back to the eldest prince. If you have something important to recite, you are asking for the king, but it is inconvenient now."

"The king is in poor health these days, and I'm afraid he can't see the witch." The attendant saluted again, "The witch and the eldest prince are old friends. Instead of standing at this wind gate for a long time, why not wait in the prince's womb first?"

"I may be disrespectful to the king before seeing him. It doesn't take the best of the prince to be kind." Song said.

Several servants looked at each other a few times, and then wanted to speak: "Witch..."

"Witch, the king invites you to come and meet." The guards who returned home also brought the palace servants beside the king, "Witch, please come with the slave."

"Thank you." Song took the Linglu and followed his figure.

The few servants who were left behind hurriedly returned: "Go and report to the eldest prince."

The palace city is magnificent. When I first came here, I only admired and admired. I don’t know why humans were so ingenious. Now when I come back, I just feel that this place is like a cage. Every step I take here seems to make people feel angry.

But he must do it well, even if he is alone and all his wishes are under the royal power, he must try his best to fight against it.

"Recite!" The familiar voice came from behind.

When I heard it, I turned back happily, but now when I heard it, I felt a trembling momentarily. The palace servant in front of me turned around: "It seems to be the big prince."

"Song of this trip is here to meet the king." Song did not turn around, but led the spirit deer to the steps.

That person is no longer worth his turn.

"Yes, please." The palace servant said, moving away from his position.

The Linglu was left outside the hall, but the slightly thin figure entered the hall without looking back. Wu Jue coughed a few times and was supported by the attendant beside him: "Prince, you have not recovered from the typhoid fever, so you barely came out at this time, because you are afraid that your condition will worsen again."

"There must be something important to come on this trip." Wu Jue shook his sleeves and pushed him away, his eyes dark.

Song returned in a hurry and didn't even look back at him. The things he did must have had to do with him.

Although the memory was a little blurred, when he was young, his father had visited the great witch. At that time, the various places had not yet divided like this. However, the witch later declared seclusion and completely disappeared in front of the world.

"What should I do?" asked the attendant.

"Wait." Wu Jue stood at His Highness and said, he had to wait until the other party came out.

When he entered the chant, he took a deep breath and saluted to the very healthy king: "See the king."

His etiquette was not over, and the door behind him was already closed.

The light and shadow were slightly dark, and there were more than a few breaths in the hall. I knew that if he had not said everything he could today as the other party's intention, it would be difficult to leave easily.

But even if he fought for his life, this wish would be achieved.

Without a lover, you can achieve the effect that the national teacher wants when Wu Jue wants him the most and hates him the most.

Only Linglu... It's just a pity Linglu... I met a master like him. If something really happens, I hope it will be safe for the rest of my life.

"The witch does not need to be too polite. I heard that there is something important about Wu's interview this time." The king on the seat asked.

"Yes." Song calmed down and took out the faith from his heart. "This was left by the master during his lifetime. He told his disciples to send it to the king."

When the Witch King saw the letter, he frowned and looked at the palace servant beside him. The palace servant hurriedly went down and took the letter and handed over it. The Witch King almost suppressed his temperament and couldn't wait to open it. When he saw the contents, his expression was stunned for a moment, and then his shoulders loosened.

"What is the reason why the great witch asked Jue to let you and the people in Shu Gu let go?" The witch king looked at the witch under his seat and asked.

The secret was brought underground, and it was okay for him to succeed.

Song sighed and said, "This incident originated from Yaodi. At that time, the eldest prince was injured and saved by Song..."

The things at that time are not too far away now, but now they are told, they seem to be a different world, as if they were someone else's story, which is not enough to make people feel moved.

"...Song left here, because the national master realized that we were bothering and did not want to recite and stay in the palace again to make each other trouble, so he took the chanting to Yaodi by visiting the master's name..."

"You said that the national guru went to Yaodi to send you away?" The Witch King interrupted and asked.

"Yes." Chan replied.

"Did the great witch die before or after the national master left?" asked the Witch King.

The reciting was a little unclear, so it was: "It was after the national teacher left."

"How is the national master intersecting with the great witch? Is there something strange when I part?" asked the Witch King.

Song frowned slightly and replied, "Master and the national master are friends who have forgotten their ages. There was nothing unusual when they parted. Master died more than ten days after the national master left. I wonder why the king asked this?"

Does he suspect that Master’s death is related to the national teacher? But why did he have such concerns?

"Nothing is wrong, nothing is wrong." The Witch King looked angry when he saw him, waved his hand and said, "You continue talking."

"The master was naturally happy when he visited the national master. But Shu Valley had a destiny. People in Shu Valley should not communicate with the royal family, but Shu Valley violated this taboo." Shu Shen sank and said, "Take the great prince into Shu Valley. He wanted to say goodbye to him, but he threatened the lives of sentient beings in Shu Valley. If Shu Valley does not follow, he will slaughter all the creatures in the valley, causing the master to be seriously ill and have to disband Shu Valley."

"Song should be punished if he betrays the gods. Please ask the king to be sympathetic to all living beings in the Shu Valley. For the sake of the Master, he will give his brothers a way out of life." Song lifted up his robe and said, kneeling down.

The palace was a little quiet for a moment. The Witch King looked down at him and thought, "Witch was originally a god of heaven and should not be contaminated by the world. The royal family was involved in it. If the people of the world knew about it, the entire Witch Land would become a laughing stock, and even the name of disrespect for the heavens was put on.

"Bastard, he is really braver now!" said the Witch King, "Don't worry, if I am here for one day, I will not let Wu Jue act so recklessly. His power is not as great as the sky, so he can let him swing a butcher knife at the Witch at will."

He killed the Moon Clan for the sake of the witch, but now his son is becoming more and more successful, and he is really unbearable for a man.

"When the king was there, the people in Shugu naturally had no such worries." Song looked up at his expression and knew that he was not angry. The royal family members were always mean and ruthless, "But what if the king was gone?"

"Rare!" the palace man scolded when he heard this.

"Ying is not an exaggeration."Ying raised her head and looked at the king's way on the seat, "That day, I originally meant to say goodbye to the eldest prince. He wanted to commit atrocities, but he hurriedly left when he heard that the king was seriously ill. He did not even take the national master.Ying could not decide the throne of the witch land, and only wanted to protect the safety of the people in Shu Valley."

The hall was silent, and the Witch King looked at him with his eyes down and murmured: "I haven't even brought the national guru..."

"Yes." Song said, looking directly at him.

The Witch King took a few deep breaths, barely calmed down and said, "I will give you an explanation for this matter. What you are worried about will never happen. Let's step down first."

"Yes." Song glanced at his expression and bowed.

Sure enough, if you want to achieve your goal, you have to poke the most taboo thing in people's hearts, and royal power is better than father and son's relationship.

He left the hall gate

, behind him, there were sounds of countless things falling to the ground, and the soft consolation of the palace servants: "Wang Xiu is angry, don't hurt your body for this matter."

"He just hopes that I will die..."

I didn't look back, but I just felt ridiculous. In the king's heart, the king's power is better than anything else, but I asked others to put the father-son relationship above the king's power, just like someone who is a little sickly standing in front of His Highness.

He puts royal power and wealth before him, but demands that he must leave himself behind and treat him wholeheartedly.

How selfish and cold.

He recited the steps and looked at the salute of the person who came up a few steps: "The eldest prince seems to be sick, so it's better not to stand in the wind for a long time."

Although the person in front of him had a worse face than usual, his expression was very heavy. The first sentence he spoke was: "What did you say to the king?"

"I didn't say anything, but I just handed over the letter from Master's life to the king, and asked everyone in Song and Shu Gu to get rid of the threat of the eldest prince." Song said with a deep look in his eyes.

To this day, even if his face is heavy and his aura is strong, he seems to no longer be afraid of him, because he can only be angry, because he is just a prince, and before he has the throne, he can only endure it, and he must endure it even if he is heartbroken.

Wu Jue's fists suddenly tightened, and he looked at the young man who was quietly looking at him in front of him and said, "Those words were just impulse at that time, how could I..."

"The eldest prince, today, there is no need to say something. If Song has not found the person who treats him sincerely, he may still believe the so-called true feelings of the prince." Song looked at his increasingly dark face and said, "But I found it, and I realized that the person who treats him sincerely will not avoid it without saying a word, will not plan and plan on me, and will entrust his life to never leave me, not like you..."

"What did you say?" Wu Jue suddenly grabbed his wrist and said, "Who is the person you are talking about? Is it Kang? I said why you are so determined? It turns out that there is already a miserable person? What I said at the beginning was not wrong. You are indeed a water-like poplar flower!"

Song looked at his angry expression but was not angry. He used to be very sad, but now he only felt ridiculous. He struggled his hand and never broke away. He sneered and said, "What do you have to do with you?"

This sentence was very light, but it seemed to ignite the man's anger in an instant: "Song, don't mess with it too much, otherwise I don't know what I will do..."

Anger ignited Wu Jue's head in an instant, making his heart feel like fire. He had someone else. Those who would have been talking to him in the past would be hugged by others. He was dormant in the palace, but he was free and easy outside. What had belonged to him in the past would belong to another person!

"Big Prince, the king ordered you to come in and meet you." The voice of the palace servant came from the steps.

Wu Jue came back to his senses, his wrist had been broken free, and the person standing in front of him retreated and bowed without looking back.

Wu Jue's mood was ups and downs, but he could not say anything because he seemed to say anything and the other party didn't care.

The fist hanging in the sleeves tightened hard, and even a clicking sound could be heard. Wu Jue took a deep breath and saluted, "Yes."

When he comes out, he will definitely make the mouth unable to say such things anymore, as for the others he says.

He wants to let him die.

The palace gate opened and closed, and Song breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he had passed this level. He gently rubbed his ache wrist, but he felt a little happy.

As the national teacher said, when he loses it, it will cause him pain and distort.

Song's cheek was licked gently, and he turned to look at Linglu beside him, holding its head and rubbed it gently: "Thank you, Xue."

In fact, he has no lover. What he is talking about is the Linglu who has been following him. He will not plan and block his sword for him and will never leave him.
To be continued...