"They beat them, and they are still discussing whether to save them or not. If they want to save them, they will go and save them. If they don't save them, they will stay well. They are still discussing and discussing them all day long. It's so annoying!"
Hearing Luo Jiaoyu complaining, Ji Yun was a little helpless. He didn't understand any national affairs and was too lazy to care about it. So he comforted him: "Okay, how about I hand over the things to your father and then accompany you to play?"
"Okay! Then let's go quickly!" As he said that, he pulled Ji Yun up and rushed towards the Yangxin Palace.
The Yangxin Palace is filled with a solemn atmosphere and a strong smell of gunpowder.
Luo Jiao Hong sat high on the dragon throne, and there were all civil and military officials standing below, and none of them had the title below the marquis.
In Yuntian Continent, titles represent status, and the higher the title, the higher the status, which is directly related to the level of official positions.
The civil and military officials formed two camps, one was the pro-war faction. The members of the pro-war faction believed that they should take the initiative to rescue Han Feng and the Lorraine Empire. After all, they were friendly neighbors and had a good relationship with each other. They still understood the truth that the lips were dead and the teeth were cold.
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The other camp advocates not sending troops, after all, the war has not spread to its own country, so it has nothing to do with it and is hanging up.
The two camps were constantly fighting each other, and there was a situation where they started fighting after a disagreement.
Luo Jiao Hong sat on the dragon throne and watched the two camps that were quarreling, and had a headache.
In the past, the war between the two countries was just small fights and was not harmful. However, this time, the Tarot Empire directly attacked the two empires of Han Feng and Lorraine, which made Luo Jiao Hong clearly feel that it was a little different from before, and he even felt a little uneasy.
"Father! Father!"
Luo Jiaoyu pulled Ji Yun in, and the Hall of Yangxin, which was originally like a vegetable market, immediately became quiet.
Luo Jiao Hong also smiled and said, "Xiaoyun, you are back!" As soon as Luo Jiao Hong said this, the civil and military officials below also understood who the person was. They all looked at Ji with appreciation and hostility.
cloud.
There is no need to say that the officials who are hostile to Ji Yun either have daughters or granddaughters at home. They are poisoned by legends. They quarrel all day long that they like Ji Yun and want to marry him. These people don’t rush up to give Ji Yun the
It's good to chop it up.
Ji Yun was too lazy to pay attention to the eyes of these people and said respectfully: "Uncle Luojiao, I have a letter to you!"
"Oh?" Luo Jiao Hong's eyes lit up and he thought to himself: Could it be Wuming's letter? He hurriedly said: "Come on it quickly!"
Ji Yun took out a letter and handed it to Luo Jiao Hong. Luo Jiao Hong hurriedly opened the letter and looked at it. His face suddenly became solemn, and he asked in a deep voice: "Where did you get this letter?"
"I saved two people on my way home, and they asked me to hand them over to you."
Luo Jiao Hong asked anxiously: "Where are those two people? Have you come with you?"
"No, one of them died on the spot, and the other stayed to guard the tombs for him and the others who died."
Luo Jiao Hong frowned and sighed: "I understand, you go back first!"
Ji Yun and Luo Jiao Yu respectfully retreated.
"Jingyang!"
A middle-aged man in golden armor took a step forward and clasped his fists and said, "Your Majesty!"
"Look at how likely this letter is!" Luo Jiao Hong flicked his finger and the letter paper flew in front of Situ Jingyang in the air.
Situ Jingyang grabbed the letter and looked at it. His pupils suddenly magnified. After a while, he said solemnly: "Your Majesty, the content in this letter is absolutely credible! There is a seal and hand seal of Emperor Hanfeng on it, and there is no possibility of fraud!
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It was a seal and a hand seal, and the civil and military officials began to discuss again, guessing the content of the letter.
Luo Jiao Hong said in a deep voice: "You have probably guessed that this letter is a letter of help from the Hanfeng Empire, and it also has the seal and hand seal of Emperor Linlonghu."
"Your Majesty!" A minister took a step forward and said respectfully: "Because a mere letter made people mobilize. Isn't that too much funeral?"
"What did you say?" Situ Jingyang glared at the official and scolded: "Do you know that the battle situation of the Hanfeng Empire is as strong as the fire and is in danger!"
Another official sneered: "What about that? We have no obligation to help them! And sending troops will definitely cost the people and lose money. Those who suffer will always be the people of my Yaori Empire!"
"You short-sighted villain!"
"You say it again!"
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The Yangxin Palace once again became a vegetable market, messy and raucous, and very smell of gunpowder.
Luo Jiaohong sighed and said intimately: What's this called...
In the evening, Ji Yun dragged his body back to Fengyunju, thinking: I will never go shopping with a woman next time.
After the two left the Yangxin Palace, Luo Jiao Yu took Ji Yun to go shopping. He bought everything he liked and almost moved the entire street back. Fortunately, Ji Yun had a storage ring
, otherwise you will have to be exhausted to death.
"Master, you are back!" As soon as the butler saw Ji Yun's figure, he immediately came forward to meet him happily.
"Well, put me a bucket of bath water and clean clothes." Ji Yun said tiredly. This was the first time he found that there were a few servants, which was quite good.
The butler responded and hurried to work. Ji Yun dragged his steps back to his room. At this time, the bath water was ready, and the green smoke was steaming, and there was a gorgeous black robe next to it.
Let Ji Yun sigh at the speed of efficiency.
He put Xiaobai on the bed and whispered, "Don't run around!" Xiaobai's little head was obedient and crawled around on Ji Yun's bed curiously.
Ji Yun took off all his clothes and soaked them in the bucket. He felt relieved. He seemed to have a full hole in his body and fell asleep before he knew it...
In an inconspicuous house in the imperial capital, a dark atmosphere permeated the entire room. Forty or fifty young men in black robes stood upright, not daring to slacken at all. Among these people were men and women, but none
Except for the exception, there is a blood-colored peony on his chest.
A man wearing a mask walked in, looked at the young men and women in front of him coldly, and said in a deep voice: "I don't care what mission you were performing before. After you arrive at me, all your previous missions will be cancelled!"
The young people did not have any noise after hearing this, and they were still waiting for the masked man to give orders, everything seemed in order.
The masked man seemed very satisfied and continued, "This time we call you to carry out an urgent task, this is your mission goal!" As he said that, he waved his hand and a pile of paper flew out and landed on it.
In front of everyone.
Seeing that the young men and women had already put away the paper, the masked man's voice suddenly became higher: "I won't say much about what you need to pay attention to when performing the mission. Take action at midnight tonight, and set off now!"
As soon as the door opened, the young men and women walked out one after another, quickly blending into the surrounding darkness and disappeared.
After the only masked man was left in the room, the man sneered and said softly: "Liao Jiao Hong, let me give you a big gift first, the peony flowers... will start to bloom tonight!"
Ruan Xinrou was hiding in a dark place, looking at the paper in her hand, which contained a person's appearance, name and where she was tonight, and this person was Situ Jingyang.
The killers in this organization never care about who they are going to kill, or their strength. They just care about performing tasks. Either the mission target dies or they die. This seems to be a foregone conclusion and cannot be changed...