Those Qingyue disciples seemed to suddenly realize something, and they all changed their tone.
"Sister, Master Zhang is from Zhong Linshan after all. Let Zhong Linshan handle this matter."
"We can just rebuild the house. As Qingyue disciples, we will also contribute to this."
"Sister, don't be impulsive, and don't get your hands dirty."
Xu Shi saw that Qingge was really angry, and murderous intent spread quietly.
Qingyue's disciples gradually woke up. Although they hated Zhang Yu, they were also worried about offending Zhong Linshan.
Zhong Linshan is the strongest force in the independent land. Even Tianqi and the four tribes do not dare to offend him easily and behave with their tail between their legs in front of King Zhong Lin.
The fact that Master Lingxu can represent Zhonglin Mountain in the heaven-sacrifice ceremony means that this person has a very high status in Zhonglin Mountain and is even highly regarded by King Zhonglin.
Everyone knows that no matter how strong Dongzhou is, its population, area, power, and resources are not as good as other places.
After all, Dongzhou is just a small city in other independent places.
The new king of God's Domain, Li Yuanhou, is on the opposite side of Dongzhou. It would definitely not be a wise decision to break up with Zhong Linshan at this time.
The voices kept ringing in my ears, no longer angry and hateful, but words of advice.
Qingge looked sideways, seeing young faces and pairs of sincere and anxious eyes, all filled with concern and worry.
Zhang Yu, who was under King Ming's sword, tugged his lips and let out a mocking laugh: "Empress, my master is spiritually weak and is good at making exquisite dolls. Such skills are very exquisite.
It’s better to make the big thing a trivial matter today. When I return to Zhonglin Mountain, I will say a few kind words for Dong Emperor in front of my master..." The puppet... Qingge said disdainfully: "What master Lingxu is famous?
This emperor has never heard that those who have become famous since ancient times were all talented and talented. What does it mean to be a capable sage or a spiritual craftsman?
When it comes to craftsmen, I only know that in the ancient Taiqing Ruins, the craftsmen's heart was used to carve the most exquisite crafts from the wood in the Dragon and Phoenix Forest.
Outside the Beiqing Ruins, there are so many craftsmen, I’m afraid no one dares to claim to be a master craftsman, right?”
Zhang Yu frowned, seeing that Qingge's sarcastic words showed no respect for his master, Zhang Yu gritted his teeth and leaned against the King Ming's sword. Even if he had the heart and courage of a leopard, he would not dare to be too presumptuous.
After all, swords have no eyes. If the empress fails to hold the Mingwang sword firmly, or her hands shake, it will be a serious matter.
"What kind of dragon and phoenix are there? The masters also have them..." Zhang Yu snorted coldly.
"oh?
Master Lingxu has the dragon and phoenix sacred wood in his hands?
How come I've never heard of it? I'm afraid you're exaggerating."
Qing Ge scoffed.
Zhang Yu was about to argue with him, but suddenly thought of something, and suddenly fell silent without saying a word.
"There are dragon and phoenix black rocks in Changnan Mountain. The sycamore trees growing beside the black rocks are also called dragon and phoenix trees. Isn't it strange?"
Zhang Yu said.
Hearing this, Qingge stopped talking and observed Zhang Yu silently, and then withdrew the Mingwang Sword from Zhang Yu's neck.
Zhang Yu breathed a sigh of relief, and seemed to feel something sticky on his neck. He raised his hand and touched it, then looked down at his palm, which was covered with blood, and immediately let out a terrified scream.
"Uncle Wei."
Qingge said quietly and authentically.
The old demon general with his back slightly bent came over and saluted.
"Kill him."
Qingge rubbed the center of her brows, with a lazy temperament, and spoke lightly, with a nonchalant tone, as if she was talking about how green the grass was.
"yes."
Wei Bo walked out toward Zhang Yu.
Zhang Yu dug his ears and wondered if he had heard wrongly. He had announced his family status and revealed the details of someone above him, so the East Emperor wanted to kill him?
"Empress, this person is..." Duan Yun felt bad and quickly spoke out to persuade.
Qingge raised her eyes slightly, and her bright red lips raised a bright smile: "I know that this person is the apprentice of Zhonglin Mountain Lingxu Master... However, Zhonglin Mountain is not a barbarian place, right or wrong is up to him.
Does Master Lingxu have the final say?
The prince broke the law and was as guilty as the people. How can he, a mere craftsman, escape the law?"
"Senior Sister..." Ninth Girl, Gillian, and Feng Jin among the disciples all looked at Qing Ge with complicated expressions.
Miss Ninth gritted her teeth, raised her arms and shouted loudly: "Senior Sister is right, the craftsman Zhang Yu intends to murder Qingyue's hundreds of thousands of disciples, and he has a terrible heart. Killing him will give him an advantage."
"Kill him, kill this sinner!"
Feng Jin said excitedly.
Gillian remained silent, her eyes were slightly red, and she looked deeply at Qing Ge, her dark eyes reflected the slender figure of the empress.
Everything that happened in Tiandiyuan is vivid in her mind, as if it were yesterday. Gillian has never forgotten it.
She once hated her so much that she was filled with murderous intentions. She dreamed of eradicating this woman.
She once thought that if there were no Ye Qingge in the world, she, Gillian, would have her day in the spotlight.
Time has passed, and now, she is a disciple of Qingyue Medicine Sect. She is the empress of Dongzhou, a monarch, a minister, a master and a servant.
Gillian has seen too many people who abuse their power, hold high positions, do nothing to achieve political goals, live in wealth and live in extravagance.
These people think they are proud and proud, but they only flatter others and look down on them. When they meet weak ants, they would like to tear their bodies into pieces. However, they nod and bow before those glorious people, groveling and showing a flattering and disgusting smile.
Everyone said that the Empress of Dongzhou was evil-hearted, but Gillian only saw that she was just and upright, never belittled herself, was confident in getting out of the quagmire, and never used her power to oppress others... Gillian sighed softly, again and again
She clearly understood that the gap between her and the empress was more than just a chasm, it was clearly a chasm that could never be crossed.
Phew—a hurricane is coming suddenly, and a cold current is surging.
"Empress, save someone under the sword."
After saying one sentence, four people were seen arriving on wooden butterflies.
Among the four people, three men and one woman, wearing uniform clothes and with extraordinary momentum, appeared in the sky above Qingyue Academy, and they all jumped down from the wooden butterflies.
Zhang Yu was overjoyed: "Three senior brothers, senior sister Mu, you are here!"
The one who just said that the person who was saved by the sword was the Senior Sister Mu mentioned by Zhang Yu.
Senior Sister Mu gently raised her jade arm, and the wooden butterfly flew away, gradually getting smaller in the wind, and turned into a bracelet and put it on Senior Sister Mu's wrist.
"Empress, Junior Brother Zhang and I are from the same sect, and we are placed under the seat of Master Zhong Linlingxu. We don't know what mistake Junior Brother Zhang has made, but no matter what, he should not be killed.
Junior Brother Zhang is from Zhonglin. Isn't it too arbitrary for the Empress to make such a decision regarding matters of wealth and life?
Even if it is really a serious crime of beheading, it should be reported to Zhong Lin, who will then handle it after Zhong Lin’s review.”
Senior Sister Mu said softly.
When Zhang Yu saw Senior Sister Mu and others, he knew that he had been saved. He immediately became arrogant and was about to walk towards his senior brothers and sisters. Uncle Wei grabbed him by the back of his clothes, lifted him up high with ease, and then fiercely
He fell to the ground, causing Zhang Yu's face to twist in pain, grinning and letting out a painful scream.
One of the male disciples of Master Lingxu, who was also one of Zhang Yu's senior brothers, was as gentle as the wind and said with a smile: "Junior sister Mu is right, Empress, today our senior brothers and sisters heard about the empress's style and came to take a look.
In the great rivers and mountains of Dongzhou, when passing by the Death Realm, I thought that Junior Brother Zhang was involved in the construction of Qingyue College, so I decided to come together to visit Junior Brother Zhang, but I didn’t expect that such a thing would happen.”
Another senior brother said: "I heard that the empress is moody, and our junior brother Zhang is a sweetheart, carefree and outspoken. Maybe he said some truth that cannot be told and offended the empress.
Even so, the Empress only needs a few words of instruction, is it too much to kill her?"
Qingge looked at the four of them lazily, saying nothing, only looking at the craftsman Lin Boshan.
Lin Boshan was good at dancing and knew how to watch people's emotions. He quickly took a few steps and saluted the four of them before explaining: "Four of you, in the construction of Qingyue College, Craftsman Zhang is responsible for the area where the disciples live. Now that he has left the university
Question..." Lin Boshan said it all without missing a word.
Senior Sister Mu frowned: "This is a frame-up."
Senior Brother Xu, who spoke just now, also said: "How can the empress govern the country if she can't even see this frame-up?"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere of Qingyue College suddenly froze like a biting cold wind whizzing by.
Wei Bo looked at Junior Brother Xu with sharp eyes, his cloudy eyes were as cold and sharp as a divine weapon.
The weather was getting a little hot and the Qingyang was strong. Dongzhou soldiers moved the imperial throne and placed it in Qingyue Academy. They sat on it lazily and sang softly.
Ye Qingcheng was dressed in white, carrying Fuxi Qin on her back, and holding an oil-paper umbrella embellished with Begonia azure color. A shadow covered Qingge's head, which made it a lot cooler.
"Empress, what is your attitude? We brothers and sisters are talking to you."
Senior Brother Xu shouted angrily.
Senior Sister Mu frowned slightly, with a look of displeasure and impatience on her face.
Looking at Zhang Yu, who was in a state of embarrassment after being restrained by Uncle Wei, he looked as pitifully as a dog thief and looked at his senior brothers and sisters pitifully.
"Senior Sister Mu and three senior brothers, please save me quickly. The Empress of Dongzhou is so heartbroken that she openly framed me."
Zhang Yu shouted and his throat broke.
"Who are you, worthy of talking to the Empress?"
The night allures the city with a cold sneer.
"You..." Senior Brother Xu was furious.
Ye Qingcheng raised his chin slightly, his eyes were thin and cold, and he looked at the four senior brothers and sisters sarcastically: "I have traveled in the heavenly realm, walked through Zhonglin Mountain, sat on a boat in the Apocalypse Sea, and smelled the fragrance of flowers in the divine realm.
I've heard of opera.
I didn't know that a Lingxu master craftsman in Zhonglin Mountain had a status comparable to King Zhonglin.
My empress is on an equal footing with King Zhong Lin. What does it mean for you to question me with such ferocious faces and harsh words?
Is it Master Lingxu who has the intention of overtaking the servants and occupying the magpie's nest, or are you and the others guilty of being arrogant and arrogant in front of the Eastern Emperor?"
"What are you talking about? We masters and disciples respect King Zhong Lin. King Zhong Lin is our belief in our hearts and is the god of Zhong Lin. How dare you blaspheme?"
A senior brother said.
Senior Sister Mu sneered: "There is indeed a crouching tiger, hidden dragon next to the empress. This must be Ye Qingcheng, a disciple of the Qin Sect. I didn't expect that actors these days are also masters of sophistry. I admire them very much."
Actors... In this era, all those who play the piano and sing songs are actors.
Of course, that's just a young violinist in the market. Someone who has practiced magic like Ye Qingcheng, I'm afraid no one would dare to describe him as an actor.