248 Yan Dong will not die, the world will not be in chaos
"His Royal Highness is indeed very human now. Even Ling Zhi can't hide his aura."
"Ling Zhi, after all, I am already a ninth-level warrior now, and I have the blessing of [Celestial Spiritual Root]. Wouldn't it be too strange if I couldn't find you?"
As Yan Wulu spoke, he changed the subject and said -
"Why are you near my father's bedroom?"
"The secret message from the Northland needs to be reported to the king for processing."
"confidential?"
Yan Wulu muttered to himself, then calmly said -
"...Father needs to rest now. He has given me full authority to handle matters in the North. Just leave it to me."
Yan Wulu said, extending his right hand to the person bowing in front of him.
Ling Zhi hesitated for a moment...
But under Yan Wulu's intense gaze, he swallowed. The king valued the crown prince very much, and thought it would be okay to show the crown prince this confidential message.
Immediately, Ling Zhi respectfully presented the secret letter with both hands...
Yan Wulu took it with one hand.
The secret message was opened, and it contained information about the infiltration of some Northern Xinjiang agents who appeared in the Northern Land, as well as other trivial matters.
Ever since Wanyan Lingxu used thunderous means to turn the interior of Northern Xinjiang into a monolith, many Northern Xinjiang spies have tried to infiltrate into the interior of Beijiang.
When Yan Wulu took charge of Beidi, he was already used to it.
Clean up some, keep an eye on some, and get in touch with some. Ling Zhi should know these countermeasures better than Yan Wulu.
"Oh."
Yan Wulu scolded lightly. In front of Ling Zhi, the blue-gold inner energy in his hand surged out and gathered, and the secret letter instantly turned into powder, "...I thought it was some confidential matter?"
"... Are these trivial things worthy of my father having to worry so much? Lingzhi, are you exhausting my father to death?!"
"Ling Zhi doesn't dare!" Ling Zhi hurriedly knelt down to apologize.
I don't know why, at that moment, Ling Zhi, a man who was used to big storms, was really shocked by the young prince in front of him, who was only in his early twenties.
"Your Highness, these secret letters are graded according to the king's instructions. Those of this grade must be shown to the king."
Lexus explained further.
Yan Wulu didn't mean to blame Ling Zhi too much, but instead gave instructions -
"My father needs to rest during this period. As for how my father will deal with these things after he recovers, I don't care. But now, don't bother your father with these trivial matters. Just handle them yourself."
"...After all, you have been the secret agent of Zhenbei Palace for many years. If you can't even handle these things, how can you stand up for your father alone in the future?"
"Ling Zhi understands." Ling Zhi bowed his head in response.
"Father, I have full authority to handle matters in the North. During this period, if you are not specially summoned by father, if you encounter something important, just come to me and don't let father trouble you."
"Ling Zhi obeys the order."
Seeing Ling Zhi's respectful response in front of him, Yan Wulu nodded slightly.
"Back off."
After finishing his words, Yan Wulu put his hands behind his hands and continued to walk forward.
Ling Zhi was also ordered to hide his whereabouts again.
However, before leaving, he had been quietly looking at the young prince in front of him...
"Really, it's getting more and more like when I was the king."
Ling Zhi muttered silently to himself.
After saying this, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and disappeared into the darkness.
Attic in the distance.
Yan Dong was sitting on the window sill beside the railing.
He held a jug of fine wine in his right hand, and while drinking, he quietly watched the two people who had just had a brief exchange.
His hair was all gray now, and the black hair before was just a disguise.
In this battle at Purple Mountain, apart from Xie Qixing, who was already dead, Yan Dong was the most seriously injured and the most drained of his energy.
But now, Yan Dong doesn't care about this.
He glanced at the wine in his hand.
"Think about it, since I became the King of Zhenbei, how long has it been since I drank freely?"
"... Lu'er, now he is becoming more and more majestic as a king."
Yan Dong muttered to himself and took another sip of wine.
He is very weak now, like an empty shell that was seriously injured and wasted...
However, he cannot die yet.
At least, the powerful King Zhenbei cannot die yet.
He needs to make himself as invincible as ever.
Until, a solid foundation in the Northland is established.
Sunset and moonrise.
Yan Dong's bun also turned black again.
The wine bottles in his hands changed one after another.
Several times servants have entered with wine jars filled with fine wine.
Before his consciousness became blurry, Yan Dong vaguely saw Liu Mengyun's appearance again. It was exactly the same as when he first met her, without any change.
It's a pity that when Yan Dong stretched out his hand, everything disappeared instantly like a dream.
After all, the past cannot be pursued.
Yan Dong chuckled, fell drunk on the bed, and slept in his clothes.
…
The next day.
The team set off and left Jinling.
Although Yan Dong was very drunk last night, he felt very sober when he woke up in the morning.
When Yan Wulu, Yan Weiyu and others came to visit Yan Dong, they saw wine bottles and jars scattered everywhere, and only then did they know how much wine Yan Dong drank last night.
"Father, you..."
Yan Wulu frowned slightly and stopped talking.
Yan Dong also knew it in his heart, guessing that the other party was worried about his injury, and started fighting for a while.
"Well, Lu'er, before I became a father, I could drink a thousand glasses of wine. It doesn't matter if I drink a little bit. It doesn't matter."
"Father, you... are too unjust!" Yan Wulu suddenly said.
"ah?"
Yan Dong was a little confused.
Yan Wulu came closer, patted Yan Dong's shoulder directly, and continued: "Drinking is such a beautiful thing, but you don't even call me, baby. It's really unjust to enjoy the wine alone."
"Ha ha ha ha……"
Yan Dong laughed out loud, "Okay, when I return to Yanbeicheng, I must call you Lu'er the next time I drink!"
"...We, father and son, will never return until we are drunk!"
Yan Dong echoed and laughed.
It suddenly occurred to him that this seemed to be the first time he had guessed wrong about his child's inner thoughts.
"You won't go home until you're drunk!" Yan Wulu responded with a smile.
Immediately, while chatting, he and Yan Dong went to the lobby together, preparing to leave Jinling.
Yan Weiyu quietly looked at the backs of the two father and son, feeling that both of them were very improper.
She sighed inexplicably.
Looking at the edge of a wine jar, I found that there seemed to be bright red blood stains.
She squatted beside the wine jar and traced the rim with her slender fingers.
Feel the sticky feeling between your fingers.
It was definitely confirmed to be blood.
Yan Weiyu's brows immediately knitted together...
…
The beginning of the morning.
It's just dawn.
Royal palace tower.
Headquarters of the Dragon Guard Division.
Since the death of Cao Xi, the governor of Dongchang, the current power of Dongchang is mostly controlled by the latest commander-in-chief of the Dragon Protection Division, the "Emperor".
The Dragon Guard Division was directly under the jurisdiction of the emperor.
But sometimes, the emperor would also have low energy.
The emperor would often hand over the Dragon Guard Division to a trusted clan member within the royal family as the overall commander.
At the same time, in order to prevent the clan members from exerting too much control over the Dragon Guard Division, the clan members who serve as the commander-in-chief will be changed frequently.
Therefore, the Dragon Guard Division is generally the one with the most frequent changes of commander-in-chief among the six divisions.
The longest term of commander-in-chief did not exceed one year, and sometimes he could be replaced three times within half a year.
As the saying goes, "the iron guardian of the dragon, the commander of the flowing water."
At this moment, the Qionglou Yuyu is dimly lit by fog.
After the long case, a tall figure was looking carefully at the file in his hand.
Before the long case, several senior admirals of Dongchang came to report -
"'Your Majesty,' according to the report, King Zhenbei is about to leave Jinling."
"Um."
The words fell.
The tall figure behind the long case put down the file in his hand.
Although the specific appearance is still hidden in the darkness and is unclear, judging from his voice and tone, it is indeed the emperor who planned the "city gate interception".
"We are fully investigating the task assigned to us by the 'Emperor', but in the past ten days, we have not found any signs of serious injury to King Zhenbei."
The emperor heard this.
His fingers slowly tapped on the long case.
"His Majesty said that King Zhenbei would definitely suffer irreparable serious injuries in a battle with Xie Qixing."
When several Dongchang admirals heard this, they couldn't help but secretly complain in their hearts.
I just feel that His Majesty the Emperor is telling lies.
The king of Zhenbei looked so lively and energetic, as if he had been "irreparably seriously injured"?
"...His Majesty asked us to wait and gather all our strength secretly to kill Yan Dong. We must not let him return to the North."
The emperor spoke quietly and his words were astonishing.
Admiral Dongchang who was present suddenly turned pale and sweated profusely.
It felt like saying, "My lord, if you want us dead, just say so!".
Naturally, the emperor noticed the changes in the faces of these admirals...
He said calmly and confidently——
"Don't worry, everyone, the emperor's kindness is great."
"...If you really die in this battle, your parents will be my parents, and your wife and children...well, you don't have wives and children either."
The emperor was minding his own business and said what he had said many times before.
He originally wanted to say, "I will raise him for you."
But today there are finally some changes.
Several Dongchang admirals heard this and had different expressions.
Most of them don't, but some... they still do.
However, when they heard the person in front of them talking to them like this, they felt as if their death was already a certainty.
The emperor didn't care about this and gently waved them away.
The admirals saluted and then left.
The emperor quietly watched these people walking away, and suddenly he said -
"I'm afraid that when they return home, half of them will immediately pack up their belongings, resign their posts overnight, and leave Jinling."
"It should be more than half." A figure suddenly appeared from behind the screen.
The figure came to the emperor's side and responded: "King Zhenbei is now so powerful that few people in this world dare to be his enemy."
"...It's a pity that our Majesty is one of those few people."
"Your Majesty does not want to be an enemy of Yan Dong, but wants to take Yan Dong's life!"
The emperor's words were still calm and confident.
He seemed to have infinite trust and firmness in the old emperor's decision-making.
"How is the communication between the ambushed troops?"
"Back to your Majesty, the troops are already in place, and they are all elite divisions. However, to deal with masters like Yan Dong... we must also have the help of masters in the world."
"...Almost all the Wulin Alliance forces that Da Qian could command have been buried in Guangmingding in the Western Region. Emei and the Wulin Alliance are now in a state of estrangement."
"I don't want to hear about your difficulties. I just want results."
The figure was silent for a moment, then organized his words and said——
"My subordinates, we have gathered some peerless experts from some forces that have enmity with the North to help."
"oh?"
The emperor heard this and felt curious, "What forces? What masters?"
"The most powerful person in Penglai of the East China Sea, the Supreme Elder of Baihua Valley, the guard of the Iron Blood Sect, the Son of God of the Blood Spirit Sect, the Corpse Puppet of the Corpse Immortal Sect, the Xuannv of the Yuhua Sect, the sect master of the Chunyang Sect... …”
"The new wolf king of the wolf clan in northern Xinjiang, the seventh of the eight ancient demon descendants of the demon clan, and... a one-armed man holding a broken sword."
The figure named a series of famous people from large sects and families.
The emperor was stunned.
"King Zhenbei...has offended so many people?"
"Yeah." The figure confirmed.
Later, the figure added: "Of course, there is also the power of my reputation and appeal."
The emperor was confused...
He has been around the world for many years, but he never thought that the name of the imperial court would be so useful.
But soon, the emperor calmed down.
"Since I can have so many experts to help me with my great work, why worry about not succeeding?"
As he spoke, the emperor still looked calm and confident.
Then……
The emperor began to talk to this figure again, his tactic of "After your death, your parents will be my parents; your wife and children will be...".
Finally, after the figure rolled its eyes and secretly rolled its eyes to the sky, the emperor finally finished his lofty speech and waved his hand to signal him to leave.
The figure bowed in salute and slowly retreated.
Walking in the corridors of the palace.
Pass through a large painted red pillar.
The figure suddenly transformed from an ordinary man into an incredibly beautiful beauty in a fiery red robe.
The huge hood is placed behind the back.
Tall and fiery.
Her red hair is as voluptuous as fire, her skin is as fair as snow, and her pair of amber-red eyes make her extraordinarily beautiful.
There is black silk wrapped around the body. The silk floats automatically as if it has life...
Occasionally, there are a few hollows in the red robe, revealing his skin as fair as snow.
Yan Fei is holding a blood bead in his hand at this moment.
She glanced at the headquarters of the Dragon Protection Division behind her, and felt that the famous conspirator, the black glove of Emperor Daqian - "Emperor", wasn't being tricked by her as well?
Of course, some of the world's masters have a deep hatred for Yan Dong, but more of it is due to the connections accumulated over the years in [Tingyun Pavilion].
Yan Fei thought.
She suddenly recalled the various miraculous operations of the emperor, as well as the few clichés that made his subordinates tremble with fear and lose their hearts. For a moment, she felt that it was difficult to live up to his reputation.
Yan Fei thought about it and felt that among so many people he had come into contact with, the Prince of Zhenbei was the most interesting.
It's just a pity...
"As long as Yan Dong dies, the people of Northern Xinjiang will not dare to go south, and the Emperor Daqian will not dare to cut down his vassal. How can this world... be in chaos?"
"If the world is not in chaos and blood beads are difficult to refine, how can [Tingyun Pavilion] recreate the glory of [Star Reaching Pavilion]!"
Yan Fei said, walking and disappearing into the corridor of the palace.
