The ministers were silent, and no one dared to touch Lord Sheng Wu's body until the doctor hurriedly came, knelt down to salute, inspected everything, and said calmly: "Your Majesty, Lord Sheng Wu is indeed dead, and there is no possibility of survival."

"What's the reason?" Fengyue asked.

"This is a symptom of shortness of breath attacking the heart. Sheng Wujun originally had hidden injuries on his body. If he took good care of himself, there would be no danger. But now it has stirred up the atmosphere and caused the complications of old diseases, which will directly lead to the rupture of the heart artery and death." The doctor said carefully.

"Is there any trauma or poison?" Fengyue asked again.

"There are no such symptoms." The doctor said.

"It seems that this matter has nothing to do with Mr. Chang Xiang. Please step back." Feng Yue stretched out his hand and the doctor hurriedly left.

The ministers were a little agitated, and one person came out and said: "Your Majesty, although Lord Changxiang did not poison him, he was suspected of deliberately irritating Lord Sheng Wu to death. Please punish him severely!"

"Mr. Changxiang is quite knowledgeable in medicine. He must have known that Lord Shengwu had an old illness, and he said such crazy words about slaves being superior to nobles. He really had ulterior motives!" said another person.

"Your Majesty, Lord Changxiang has been coveting our country for more than two days. Please, Your Majesty, don't trust traitors easily!"

"Your Majesty, Mr. Sheng Wu drew his sword in court and did not take your Majesty seriously. Moreover, he wanted to kill Mr. Chang Xiang first. How could Mr. Chang Xiang expect that he would be angry to death?" A minister came out.

"What do you mean?!" the minister in front turned his head and asked.

"Your Majesty, I also think so. The nobles of Lin Kingdom are so incompetent that they are so angry that they are so angry. I don't know if you are looking down on Lord Sheng Wu or because you are looking down on these two irritating words."

"That's true. All the ministers are criticizing you with words and writings, but I don't think Lord Chang Xiang is safe at all."

The king said nothing, only watching the two sides arguing endlessly, until the situation became more and more serious. He said: "Mr. Shengwu burned down my residence privately, showing his disobedience. The country of Lin has always practiced benevolence, and I don't want to care about it. I will give him a generous burial."

All the ministers stopped talking. Although some people were unwilling to do so, they lowered their heads when they heard the king's cold words: "Your Majesty is wise."

"Retreat from the court." Feng Yue stood up and left without looking back.

The attendants hurriedly followed, and the ministers paid homage. When they stood up, they looked at each other, and their hearts became heavy when they saw the body of Lord Sheng Wu being carried down.

Things are about to change in Lin Kingdom.

The king left in a hurry and did not wait in the back hall. When Zongque arrived in front of the hall, the door was already closed.

"Mr. Changxiang, Your Majesty said that I'm tired today and I'm afraid I won't have time to see you. Please go back and rest first." The attendant said cautiously and respectfully.

Zongque looked at the closed palace door and said, "Okay."

He turned around and left, walking away. The king in the palace moved his fingers slightly, pursed his lips and did not open his mouth to stay.

[Host, why don’t you coax me?] 1314 asked.

[Wait until his anger subsides a bit.] Zongque said.

[A person may become more and more angry the more he thinks about it, and may become so angry that he feels that the two of them are not suitable, so they should just break up.] 1314 said.

Zongque:【……】

I can hear what the system says, but not everything.

He knew the reason why Feng Yue was angry. He didn't want to vent his anger on Lord Sheng Wu on him. What he was angry about was that he didn't care about his own safety at all. If the knife fell any faster, his life would be in danger.

But of course he is completely sure when he uses the medicine himself. There will be no deviation in what amount of medicine can make a person die and when.

Zongque walked to his bedroom, where a doctor was waiting respectfully. When he saw him, he knelt down and said, "See you, Mr. Chang Xiang."

"Excuse me, what are you doing here?" Zongque asked.

"Your Majesty asked me to take a look at your body to see if there are any external injuries or any discomfort caused by shock," the doctor said.

"I know my body well," Zongque said.

"I know that Lord Chang Xiang has outstanding medical skills, but doctors don't treat themselves. After I make a diagnosis, I have to report to the king." The doctor looked at him eagerly and said.

"That's all, come in." Zongque stepped into the hall, and when he sat down, he put his wrist on the medicine pillow that the doctor took out.

The doctor felt for his pulse, looked at his face and said, "Mr. Chang Xiang is indeed in good health. I will retire."

"Wait a minute." Zongque said.

"Yes." The doctor stopped.

Zongque retracted his wrist and said: "The king must be frightened. Come to my place again after the diagnosis."

"Yes." The doctor's face moved slightly, and he quickly suppressed his expression and stood up and left respectfully.

The doctor hurriedly entered the Zhengyang Hall. When he knelt down, the king was sitting in the hall with his back to him. He didn't even change into his court clothes. He knelt down and said, "See you, Your Majesty."

"How?" The king's tone was cold.

"Chang Xiangjun is in good health." The doctor knelt down and said, "There is no damage inside or outside."

"That's good, please step back." Feng Yue looked at the light and shadow on the wall and closed his eyes gently.

There was a sense of relief in his heart, but there was also a dull pain. The scene in the court seemed to keep flashing through his mind. He hated Lord Sheng Wu for burning down the place where he once lived with Zong Que, but he was even more afraid of the blow that was thrown at him.

The sword killed Zongque.

At that time, the knife was only a little short of that, and the house was indeed precious, because it was where other people's passions were, but people were more important, and yet he actually put himself in such a dangerous situation.

He had to teach him a lesson. If he saw him, he would definitely become soft-hearted, but if he didn't see him, he wouldn't know who the sore and sore eyes were punishing.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Chang Xiang said that Your Majesty must be frightened today. He asked me to diagnose your pulse and report to him again." The doctor lowered his head and said.

Feng Yue opened his eyes gently: "I am safe."

The doctor sighed in his heart and didn't know why he had to take on such a hard job: "Mr. Changxiang is worried, so I have to report back."

"When do I need to report my body to my ministers?" Feng Yue's tone was slightly cold.

"I don't dare!" The doctor bowed his head.

Feng Yue felt depressed, stretched out his hand and sighed: "This matter has nothing to do with you, come here and check your pulse."

"Yes." The doctor came forward with a medicine pillow, not daring to spy on the king's expression, and only carefully diagnosed the pulse, "The king was frightened today, and now he is depressed. He needs to clear up the knots in his heart, otherwise it will be very easy.

It causes illness."

"Just prescribe the medicine." Feng Yue put his wrist back into his sleeve.

"Yes." The doctor drew up the prescription, and as soon as he answered it, he heard the king say, "When you go to Mr. Chang Xiang, just say you are scared."

"Yes." The doctor left the prescription, left Zhengyang Hall, and rushed to the bedroom where Lord Chang Xiang lived.

The palace door was wide open, and the desk of Chang Xiangjun was piled with bamboo slips and memorials. When the doctor arrived, the man was looking down at something. When he saw him coming, the man put down what he was holding, stretched out his hand to stop the salute and asked:

"How is your health, Your Majesty?"

"Your Majesty is just a little frightened. He will be fine after taking a few doses of medicine." The doctor said cautiously.

"It's a medicine that contains three parts of poison. Don't take it randomly. Give me the prescription." Zongque said.

The doctor was stunned and said: "The prescription has been left in Zhengyang Hall."

"The prescription given to the king needs to be recorded." Zongque looked at his troubled expression and said, "Give me the prescription. I just pretended that I didn't see it."

The doctor hesitated a little, but took out the registered prescription from the medicine box and handed it over: "Your Majesty has heart stagnation and strong liver fire. The medicine is only an auxiliary. It is best to disperse the heart knot."

Zongque looked at the prescription and said, "Cook some tea for him to reduce the fire. Don't take the medicine yet."

The doctor hesitated a little, then bowed his head and said, "Yes."

After the doctor left, Zongque looked at the various matters in front of him and finally put down his pen and stood up. However, when he reached the Zhengyang Palace, he was still stopped by the attendants.

"Jun Changxiang, the king said he won't see you." The attendant was a little confused.

"Go and pass the message again," Zongque said.

"Yes." The attendant turned around and hurriedly approached the palace door and said, "Your Majesty, Lord Changxiang wishes to see you."

There has been no movement in the palace for a long time. The attendant

After leaving and returning, he stood in front of Zongque and said, "Your Majesty, there has been no movement since he entered the palace. Please come back."

Zongque thought a little in his eyes: "I am waiting here."

The attendant wanted to speak but was unable to persuade him, so he could only stay aside.

Although the harsh summer has passed, the coolness of the morning has passed, and it is still very uncomfortable for people to stand in the sun when the sun rises.

Words came from outside the hall, Feng Yue looked at the light and shadow on the wall and said: "Here comes someone."

"Yes." The attendant approached and said, "Your Majesty, what are your orders?"

"Send Mr. Chang Xiang back." Feng Yue said.

"Yes." The attendant hurriedly turned around and said, "Mr. Changxiang, the king wants you to go back."

"Tell the king, if you don't see the king for a day, I will be waiting here." Zongque said.

The attendant's eyes widened slightly. He turned back to the front of the palace and was about to report. He only heard the words from the palace: "Tell him, even if he waits for more than ten days, I will not see him."

The attendant hurriedly reported, and Zongque responded: "No problem."

"Yes." The attendant stood aside quietly.

The sun was shining brightly above his head, and 1314 asked: [Host, do you want the king to feel distressed?]

[He wants to punish me, and I will accept the punishment.] Zongque said.

This matter is indeed his fault. He is not alone. He should consider his partner's feelings when facing danger. This is his negligence.

The sun shines brightly, and because the moisture in autumn is a little heavy, even the attendants standing in the shadows feel a little uncomfortable. Zongque is still wearing court clothes, but within a moment, sweat starts to flow down his forehead, winding down.

Then it flowed down from the lower jaw.

Seeing this, the attendant gestured to get an umbrella, opened it and said: "Mr. Changxiang, why don't you stand further inside, the sun will be shining on you here."

"It doesn't matter." Zongque looked at the umbrella in his hand and said, "There is no need to hold an umbrella."

There was no ice in the palace, but it was already feeling stuffy. When the king heard the sound, he clenched his fingers and said in a loud voice: "Here comes someone."

"Yes." The attendant came forward.

"...Take Lord Chang Xiang back." Feng Yue gently closed his eyes and said, "If you see him staying here again, you are the only one to ask."

He didn't want to use his royal power on him, but it was not the right time to be soft-hearted.

The attendant hesitated and bowed his head in response.

He turned around and walked to Zongque's side and said: "Mr. Changxiang, the king has ordered that you should go back. Otherwise, if we really take action, both of us will be in trouble."

[Huh? He doesn’t seem to want to punish you, the host.] 1314 Counted the time and found that he hadn’t even stood there for a few minutes.

[He is punishing himself.] Zongque took a deep breath.

Because he didn't know what to do, he fought with himself, and he was not mature enough to deal with this kind of problem.

"Mr. Changxiang," the attendant asked.

Zongque lowered his eyes to look at him, turned around and walked around him towards the front of the palace. The attendant's eyes widened and he quickly stopped him: "Mr. Changxiang, you can't go there!"

The attendant called out, and all the guards who responded held the handle of their swords to stop him: "Mr. Changxiang, breaking into the king's palace without permission is tantamount to rebellion. Please think again!"

"Get out of the way." Zongque said.

"The king has ordered that this slave cannot get out of the way. If you really want to break in, you will have no choice but to be treated as a traitor." The attendant said loudly.

Before Zongque stopped, the guards were already drawing their swords at each other. There was a slight movement in the palace, and the king's voice was urgent: "Stop!"

The guards all breathed a sigh of relief, but did not dare to put down their swords.

There were several hurried steps in the palace, and the palace door opened wide. King Liuyu was shaking in confusion. Seeing the scene in front of the palace, his chest was rising and falling, but he breathed a sigh of relief. He met Zongque's eyes, opened the door and said, "Come in."

Bar."

The guards sheathed their knives one after another. When Zongque stepped into the palace door and closed it, he met his eyes which were reddish with anger.

"Do you know what the crime is for breaking into the king's chamber without permission?" Feng Yue clenched his fists and looked at him.

"The attendant just said it." Zongque said, looking at his tense body.

Even if the king was angry, he would not hold him accountable in front of others.

"Since you know it, and you still want to break in, do you really think I won't accuse you?" Feng Yue looked at his calm expression, his breathing trembling slightly.

"Can you do it?" Zongque stepped forward and asked.

Feng Yue looked at his approaching figure and said, "Stand there!"

Zongque didn't stop, he hugged the person into his arms with the king's eyes widening, and he didn't let go despite his struggling and pushing.

"You are so presumptuous!" Feng Yue breathed rapidly.

"I know you are worried about me." Zongque hugged him tightly and said in a deep voice.

But this is not the way to solve the problem. The knots in his mind must be cleared up. He doesn't know what others do, so he can only do it in his own way.

Feng Yue stopped moving and clenched his sleeves with his fingers. His nose was sour and his breathing was deeply trembling. This embrace was so warm, but if he was not careful, he might lie on the ground like Lord Sheng Wu.

Death was once a very close thing, but he never imagined that Zongque would really leave him.

That was when he completely disappeared from his world. No matter whether he united the six countries or searched all over the world, he could never see him again, speak to him again, or be held in his arms again.

Feng Yue grasped the hem of his clothes tightly and buried her face in his arms, her eyes filled with mist: "You don't know how scared I am..."

Zongque could already feel moisture at the hem of his clothes. The person in his arms was holding his clothes tightly, and his body was trembling slightly, as if he would lose his life-saving straw if he let go.

"I'm sure." Zongque said, holding Humanity in his arms.

This is the second time he has seen this man cry. The first time was because he was far away from his homeland and worried about his life. He had gone through many hardships at that time, and everything had accumulated, making him extremely vulnerable. But this time it was for him.

"What if it happens? If it happens, how do you want me to deal with it?" Feng Yue raised his eyes and looked at him, then took a deep breath and wiped his tears as if he was aware of it.

The king is noble, but in front of Zongque is still the young master who is as pure and charming as before. He is really sad and scared.

Zongque took out the handkerchief and wiped his cheek and said, "Sorry, there will be no next time."

Fengyue sighed softly, trying hard to endure the sourness, hugging the man's neck and burying his expression deeply.

He knew that Zongque was very powerful, but even so, he had countless nights of fear. He had no news when he first met Taiye Mountain, and then he let him go first every time he encountered danger. He always thought about what would happen if

Zongque once made a mistake in one step, but he didn't dare to think about it deeply. He was just glad that now that he had ascended the throne, he would no longer put people in danger, but he didn't expect that he would still encounter it.

"I didn't consider your feelings this time. You can punish me as you like." Zongque said.

"You clearly know that I am reluctant to give up." Feng Yue looked into his ear and said, "I will be soft-hearted to you as long as you are right."

"Perhaps." Zongque was stunned for a moment and said, "Then what can I do to relieve your anger?"

Fengyue listened to his calm tone, took a deep breath, held the side of his neck, and bit the ear that was close at hand.

A stinging sensation came, and Zongque moved his brows slightly, hugged the person in his arms tightly and let it go.

The pain lasted for a long time, and the ears were gently released. When the king withdrew from his arms, his lips were moist and slightly red, but not stained with blood. He just asked: "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts." Zongque replied.

The nerves here are closest to the brain, and even if they are loosened, there will be continuous pain.

"This is punishment." Fengyue touched the teeth mark on his ear and said, "You have to reflect on yourself."

"Yes." Zongque responded.

He did learn this lesson.

Fengyue took a deep breath, hugged him into his arms and said, "Our hut was burned down."

That place was organized and built by them with their own hands and held countless memories, but it was burned down by someone.

After all, he was too indulgent and soft-hearted towards the clan's powerful people. He slowly eliminated the power of the powerful people, but gave them time to act so recklessly.

“The buildings in Yi State are mostly made of mud tiles and

Stone, only wood will be burned and can be repaired," Zongque said.

Even though he may never live in that place again, if he takes his things without permission, Lord Sheng Wu's death will only be earlier.

Fengyue looked at his earlobes and listened to his words: "But there are a lot of our memories there."

"Memories?" Zongque lowered his eyes and looked at him, "Do you like the life there?"

Feng Yue met his eyes and knew that the topic between the two people was once again at odds with each other. This man seemed to have no special feelings for many things.

And he has deep feelings for there because of the person in front of him.

In fact, it is difficult for them to go back there again, but there is always a lot of time spent there in their memory, and what he cherishes, some people can easily burn it down.

"Yeah." Fengyue responded softly, "There were only two of us at that time."

He once thought that it would be nice if just the two of them lived there together for the rest of their lives.

"There is also Liu Buzhe." Zongque said.

Feng Yue looked at him for a long time and sighed softly: "You really don't understand the style. At that time, we were the owners of that house, just like husband and wife."

Zongque thought for a moment and said, "That way of getting along with you prefer?"

Feng Yue recalled the respectful relationship he had with each other at that time and said, "I don't like it!"

"Why bother chasing after images? Not now." Zongque kissed the corner of his lips lightly, tasting a touch of saltiness from there.

Feng Yue's breathing was slightly stagnant, and his heart was already pounding.

In fact, he seems to like now more than then. He just likes this person and is not limited to where he lives with him.

The kiss deepened, but the sound of abdominal rumbling sounded at this moment. Zongque let go of the person in front of him and lowered his eyes and said: "Breakfast is useless?"

"Yeah." Fengyue asked softly, "Have you used it?"

"Yeah." Zongque raised his brows slightly and said, "Your stomach and intestines are not bad at all. Not having breakfast is even worse for your health."

"I'm still angry, but you're still in the mood to have breakfast?" Feng Yue said.

"This matter has nothing to do with mood." Zongque said.

Silence on both sides.

1314 quietly poked his head, this is probably the running-in period after the passionate love period.

Breakfast was not served, but some snacks were served. Feng Yue padded his stomach, looked at the newly presented memorial, and discussed with Zong Que what would happen next after the death of Lord Sheng Wu.

Ice was placed in the palace, and the attendants no longer kept their heads down as before when entering and exiting.

"By the way, although I don't care about your forced entry into the palace today, you will definitely be caught and make a fuss about it. You have to be prepared." Feng Yue said softly.

"Those who make a big fuss are all those who have traces to follow." Zongque said.

"Indeed." Feng Yue's eyes darkened slightly, "Jun Sheng Wu is dead, and some people need to be cleaned up."

Now that war has begun, we must eradicate the root cause as soon as possible.

Zongque looked at the slightly pensive eyes of the king in front of him and looked at the memorial in front of him. Feng Yue's temperament was considered good among the kings. He was like a jade and had benevolence in his heart. However, no matter how kind a person is, he cannot trample on the bottom line again and again.

As the king expected, even if Lord Sheng Wu died, there would still be people making a big fuss about the matter.

"Your Majesty, Lord Changxiang barged into the palace. Not only does he have evil intentions towards the King, he also has a disobedient heart. If he lets this go, I am afraid that the whole country of Lin will become Lord Changxiang's bag." The minister played a eloquent speech.

"I just said that I just had some quarrels with Lord Chang Xiang. I don't care. You keep mentioning it. Who has the disloyal heart?" The king's tone did not change, but there was a cold question in his words.

The taste of responsibility.

"I don't dare!" The man knelt down and did not dare to speak again.

After Lord Shengwu was buried, there were rumors about Lord Changxiang and Lord Lin among the people in the court and court.

"I heard that Lord Changxiang personally admitted his interest in the king."

"Isn't that the habit of cutting sleeves?"

"Chang Xiangjun saved the king back then, and the two of them shared life and death together, so it is not surprising that they developed feelings for each other."

"But Lord Changxiang was once a slave."

"No wonder the king directly awarded the noble titles and fiefs."

"Your Majesty is not unintentional towards Lord Chang Xiang. Even Lord Chang Xiang's forced entry into the palace can be said to be a quarrel. This shows how much love you have."

"Even though they are both men, they are deeply affectionate..."

Shuhua stopped in the courtyard, listening to the whispers of the palace servants in the corner, and put down the cup in his hand.

He was not allowed to run around when he was living alone in the Lin Kingdom Palace, but even if he couldn't run around, he could still hear King Lin's love for Lord Chang Xiang through occasional conversations.

He personally asked King Xianlin to exempt him from his status as a slave. When he ascended the throne, he was granted a title and a fiefdom. He was exempted from the ceremony of kneeling and worshiping. He built a mansion in Songdu. People said that he lived in the palace, but in fact he slept and ate with the king.

Lord Sheng Wu said he was angry to death, but there must be Lord Chang Xiang's hands and feet among them. Even if he broke into the palace, could he be protected like this?

With such people of one mind and one heart, it is no wonder that King Lin had no loopholes to find, and he actually believed the words of Lord Changxiang in the first place.

But even if he didn't believe it at that time, I am afraid that Lord Changxiang would not change his position and join Young Master Yu's family.

"Here comes someone." Shuhua stood up and straightened his clothes.

"Sir, what are your orders?" The attendant hurriedly came over.

"I want to see Prince Lin." Shuhua said.

Lord Sheng Wu is dead, and there is no need to delay some things any longer.

"Yes, come with me." The attendant turned around and said.

"No need to communicate first?" Shuhua followed and asked.

"The king said, whenever you want to see me, I can just take you there." The attendant opened the courtyard door.

Shuhua took a deep breath and followed, walked through the long street, went up the stairs, and stopped at the door of the main hall.

The attendants announced that Shuhua had tidied up his clothes and entered the palace. During the salute, in addition to the king, he also saw the tall and handsome man on the left side. When their eyes met, Shuhua lowered his head slightly: "Greetings to Prince Lin, courtesy to Lord Chang Xiang.

"

He was still the same as before, but no matter whether he was wearing fancy clothes or black clothes, he couldn't see through the other person's thoughts.

"Without courtesy, please sit down." Feng Yue said.

Shuhua sat down and looked at the man opposite him and sighed lightly: "Shhua has already thought about it."

"That's very good." Feng Yue liked such straightforward remarks.

The attendant came forward, Shuhua presented the folded silk, and the attendant placed it in front of the king.

Feng Yue opened it, looked through the roster a few times, raised his hand to signal, and then the attendant placed it in front of Zong Que: "Please help me take a look."

"Yeah." Zongque responded, opening it and flipping through it.

Shuhua's eyes moved slightly and he said with a smile: "Prince Lin and Lord Chang Xiang have a close relationship."

The monarch and his ministers addressed each other as you and me, and the attendants were obviously quite used to this, which showed that the two of them had no intention of covering up.

"It's not that we have a close friendship, but that we trust each other in life and death." Feng Yue said with a smile, "I heard that Shuhua also wanted to recruit Que?"

Upon hearing this, Shuhua apologized and said, "It was Shuhua who was rash at that time. Please don't be offended, Prince Lin."

Looking back at this kind of thing now, it's just that I thought too highly of myself at the time and didn't notice the relationship between the two.

"There are no mistakes or omissions." Zongque said after looking through the list.

"Thank you very much." Feng Yue said.

Shu Hua's body tensed slightly, and a smile appeared on his lips: "Does your Majesty believe Shu Hua's sincerity now?"

"The agreement between Lin and Ning has been finalized," Zongque said.

"What?" Shuhua frowned and looked at the man opposite, but he suddenly realized, "Lin Kingdom has already sent an envoy?!"

"If such a good opportunity is missed, I don't know how much troops our country will spend in the future." Feng Yue looked at him and said, "To show the good relations between the two countries, I will tell you another news. Young Master Shu has escaped from Wendu, but he has not yet

He left his country and is being hunted by his country."

Shuhua was exasperated, sighed softly and said with a smile

: "King Lin really had this plan from the beginning, but Shuhua couldn't hold back his anger."

Loss of the list is a taboo.

"If you don't give it, Lin Guo may not send troops." Zongque said.

If the internal troubles are not eliminated, without Bo Guo, Ning Guo's spearhead will be directly aimed at Lin Guo.

"The agreement has been reached, you can leave Linguo." Feng Yue looked at him and said.

"The list has been submitted. Shuhua will have to accept accountability when he returns." Shuhua felt a little depressed and asked with a gentle smile, "I wonder if King Lin can take Shuhua in for a while. The war is about to happen. I'm afraid we won't be able to see each other again in the future."

A chance to meet."

Feng Yue looked at his expression and said, "Just stay here in peace. The political affairs are over. Now it's just a gathering of friends."

"Thank you." Shuhua saluted and turned to leave.

His back slowly disappeared from the steps, and Feng Yue said softly: "He has already arranged someone to take care of Young Master Shu."

"It's over." Zongque stood up and said.

Submitting the list, and desperately trying to preserve the situation in Ningguo, the previously planned plan could not be implemented, and what he could do for the relief of the young master was almost over.

Feng Yue sighed softly: "Indeed."

…

Prince Shu fled Wendu, and there was no news about him for the time being. However, the Lin State marched out with a large army and joined the Ning State to press on the border of Bo State.

There is a lot of turmoil inside and outside the country.

"Your Majesty, the Lin Kingdom is taking advantage of the situation. If both sides really attack together, my uncle's country will definitely be attacked from both sides." One of the ministers said.

"It's needless to say, how can I not know how to solve the current plan?" The uncle did not sit on the throne, but paced back and forth anxiously.

The Bo State was originally a natural chasm between the Ning State and the Lin State. The marriage between the Bo State and the Ning State was to expose the Lin State to the Ning State. Now I wanted to take the young master Shu and let the Ning State shed some blood, but I didn't want to see a wolf in front of me and a tiger in the back.

"Your Majesty, how about re-marrying?" One of the ministers suggested.

"Your Majesty, this is not appropriate. Ning Guo has long been coveting it. Even if they marry, it will still be a disaster in the future. Moreover, Your Majesty has detained Young Master Shu and killed his followers, which has already offended Ning Kingdom. The best plan now is to hunt down Young Master Shu.

, if he is still in hand, Ning Guo will not dare to act rashly!" Another minister suggested.

"You are not a bunch of losers, but you can make people run away even if you look at so many people!" Prince Bo was furious.

"Your Majesty, there must be spies from the Ning Kingdom in your country. This also shows that the Ning Kingdom has long been coveting you." The minister said, "The current plan is not to marry the Lin Kingdom."

"This is not appropriate. Prince Lin also has a good idea of ​​cutting off his sleeves." Another minister said.

"What's the big deal about the broken sleeves?" Prince Bo already had a headache and fever.

"But Your Majesty, it is well known to everyone in the Lin Kingdom that Prince Lin and Lord Chang Xiang are in love." The minister said.

"We are in love with each other, and we still have to pass it on to our heirs." A minister came out and said, "The country of Bo is metallurgical, and the country of Lin produces salt. If it is better to have two surnames, wouldn't it be more cost-effective than the country of Ning? Moreover, when Prince Lin was the son, he was also talented and beautiful.

, whose reputation spreads throughout the Six Kingdoms, is also a perfect match for Princess Jiating."

"Send envoys and say so." Prince Bo sat on the throne and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

…

Behind the Zhengyang Hall of King Lin's Palace, there is a bamboo garden. Although it is autumn and some of the flowers have withered, the bamboos are green and the weather is cool, which is a time to enjoy yourself.

The spring water flows along the smooth bamboo tube and falls into the stone basin, creating layers of ripples.

There were two people in the forest, one of whom had loosened his outer robe and was lying quietly, while the other ran his fingers through his jet-black hair and used warm water to wash away the grease on his hair bit by bit.

The black hair was extremely long and inevitably knotted in some places. Zongque carefully untied the hair, and when he gently pulled it, he met the owner of the hair who was looking straight at him: "Does it hurt?"

"No." Feng Yue looked at the figure above his head and smiled, "I just feel comfortable."

"Don't wash for too long, it's easy to catch cold." After combing, Zongque drained the water in the basin, pulled the bamboo to introduce the clear spring, and added more water.

I tested the water temperature with hot water and cleaned it for the last time.

After the warm water was poured on him, Feng Yue closed his eyes gently. The attendant came forward cautiously, lowering his head and not daring to look at the scene in front of him and said: "Your Majesty, your country has sent an envoy."

"What's the matter?" Feng Yue asked with his eyes closed.

"They say they want to marry the two countries," the attendant said.

"Marriage...hiss..." Feng Yue's hair was pulled slightly, and he opened his eyes and looked at the expressionless man above.

"There was still a knot that was not unblocked just now." Zongque looked at him and said.

Feng Yue's brows moved slightly, and he was speechless. He murmured softly: "It's not like I want to marry him."

"Really." Zongque said.

Feng Yue looked at the attendant who was about to bury his head on the ground and said, "Does the uncle want Princess Jiating to get married?"

"Yes." the attendant said.

"Refuse this matter directly and let them go back." Feng Yue said.

"Your Majesty, what's the reason for your refusal?" the attendant asked.

"I have no interest in women." Feng Yue said.

The attendant was slightly startled and saluted: "Yes, Your Majesty, there is one more thing. Mr. Shuhua would like to see you."

"Let him come in." Feng Yue said.

"Yes." The attendant hurriedly left.

Feng Yue looked at the busy people above him and smiled: "I should say that the reason is that Lord Chang Xiang is jealous and cannot tolerate anyone around me."

"I'm afraid Bo Guo won't give up on this," Zongque said.

"I don't care about women, but Prince Bo is really willing to do so." Feng Yue sighed softly.

"Do you pity her?" Zongque asked.

"Women marry many times just for profit, and my mother is like this." A trace of melancholy flashed in Feng Yue's eyes.

"The Queen Mother doesn't care about our affairs?" Zongque asked, gently twisting the ends of his hair.

"The Queen Mother had objections before, but the Queen Mother was so frightened that she was so frightened that Lord Chang Xiang used such brutal methods to cut people into pieces." Feng Yue said this with a smile in his eyes, "How dare you object?"

Zongque lowered his eyes, dabbed a drop of water on his hand, landed on the tip of his nose and said, "Speak carefully."

Feng Yue groaned, touched the water stain on the tip of his nose and said with a smile: "I have been away for two years without knowing whether I will live or die. She doesn't want me to be in trouble again..."

The tender image of the two people in the court was reflected in Shuhua's eyes, causing him to stop in his tracks and not bear to be disturbed.

The young master's hair was hanging lightly and was gently wiped with a dry cloth by the man sitting beside him. They were not kings and ministers, but lovers.

This is love.

Shuhua stared at it for a long time, until his hair was half dry and both of them were about to stand up. He then turned around and left in a hurry, almost colliding with the attendant.

"Sir." The attendant supported him.

"The king seems to have something else to do. Shuhua's matter is not important. Come and visit me when you have time." Shuhua left in a hurry.

Zongque loosened the cloth, stood up slightly when Feng Yue sat up, took the comb and the refined mugwort oil, spread it evenly on the ends of his hair, and combed it gently.

"Your Majesty, Mr. Shuhua said that he has nothing important to do and will come to visit you when you have time." The attendant said respectfully.

"Yes, I understand." Feng Yue lifted up a trace of his hair and smelled it carefully, "This seems to be mugwort."

"You don't like the scent of osmanthus, so I used mugwort." Zongque said, "This is good for your hair."

Feng Yue gently turned his eyes to look at him and said with a smile: "You are so impressed."

The hair was combed smoothly, the breeze blew, and it was almost dry. Zongque wrapped a strand of hair around his finger. When he let it go, the man who was sitting quietly had leaned into his arms. The fragrance of the hair lingered in his nose, and his arms

The people inside sighed softly: "Isn't this called stealing half a day's leisure?"

"Yeah." Zongque responded.

Feng Yue raised his eyes, touched his cheek with his hand, met his gaze and smiled: "I know you secretly touched my hair just now. Do you like it when you take such good care of it?"

Zongque followed the strength of his hand and lowered his eyes and responded: "Yes."

Feng Yue's cheeks were slightly warm, and he leaned closer: "Is it just hair?"

Zongque lowered his head and kissed his lips.

…

The dilapidated thatched huts are located in the lanes of the city, and the ground is covered with mud. Many beggars are lying or leaning on the street in tattered clothes, with broken bowls in front of them, begging from the roadside, and they will be dragged away suddenly.

The man in clothes kicked his feet.

In such a crowd, the two people hiding in a broken house, with their faces smeared with dark mud, and their hair messy and even mixed with straw, did not stand out so much.

From time to time, officers and soldiers holding knives passed by among the crowds of people. One of them poked his head outside. When he returned, he whispered to the man who was leaning against the wall and pretending to be a beggar: "Sir, the cities in your country are under martial law. I'm afraid it will be difficult for us to get out."

The man in the corner was dressed in rags, with only one eye that was extremely dark and deep: "How did Young Master Yue escape so easily when he traveled across various countries?"

"This...it is said that Young Master Yue first passed through a dense forest." The attendant said, "But there are countless snakes, insects, rats, and ants in the dense forest. If he is poisoned by an unknown poison, he may not be able to seek help."

"Sure enough, Lord Chang Xiang can defeat tens of thousands of people by himself." Young Master Shu sat cross-legged, thinking in his eyes, "We need to wait here for some more time."

If the two countries attack together, Bo Guo will be unable to do anything at all. Once he has time to relax, he can leave the city and leave.

Shuhua can indeed avoid a lot of losses by involving Lin Guo in the situation.

"But I can bear this kind of environment, but I'm afraid the young master can't stand it," the attendant said.

"Young Master Yue has been in exile for two years, and he has only been alone for a few days." Young Master Shu endured the strange smell on his body, "Why can't you bear it?"

If he wanted to survive, he couldn't worry too much. When the matter was accomplished, he would want the entire princely royal family to be buried with him, so as not to overestimate his current hardships.

"Yes." The attendant responded.

"How is Shuhua doing now?" Gongzi Shu asked.

"There is no news from Mr. Shuhua." the attendant said, "Maybe he has not escaped from Lin Kingdom yet."

"That's all." The young master breathed a sigh of relief.

As Gong Zishu said, the armies of Ning and Lin continued to advance. When Ning captured a city, the border war with Lin also started. The Bo Kingdom was taking back salt for official use and vigorously prohibiting illicit salt, but the Lin Kingdom directly cut off the Bo Kingdom.

The country's salt supply and military morale were in chaos, and the situation was in jeopardy for a while.

The uncle's court was in chaos, and every city was trembling with noise. The people were packing their bags, and many beggars were among them. When the city gates failed to stop them, people left like floods. They were crowded together. When one person was struggling, he looked at the person next to him and blinked.

He blinked his eyes and said loudly: "He is Young Master Shu!"

“Young Master is relieved!!!!”

"Catch Young Master Shu!!!"

The crowd was in chaos. The person who reached out first had his hand cut off by the dagger Gongzi Shu took out. Blood spattered and the crowd dispersed.

The attendant casually snatched the horse, and when he got on it, he stretched out his hand and said: "Sir, let's go quickly!"

"Ah!!! Murder!!"

"Catch Young Master Shu, and the country will be saved!"

Rotten vegetable leaves were flying, and the arrows shot from the city wall flew straight towards them and were stopped by Gongzi Shu's dagger. However, after the arrow was shot, the arrow feathers fell directly towards the place where Gongzi Shu was.

The dagger was too short and might not be able to withstand all the arrow feathers. Prince Shu grabbed the shoulder of the attendant above him and threw it into the air the moment the arrow feathers fell. The arrows were densely packed, but the horse could barely run out of range.

The attendant fell to the ground, his eyes full of blood as he watched the horse's hooves leave, but he saw an arrow flying past and piercing the back of the man on the horse.

The young master grunted, covered the wound protruding from the tip of the arrow, and whipped his horse, "Drive!"

The horses kicked up dust and disappeared on the road.
Chapter completed!