An Ning's movement of swinging the knife stiffened: "There's still more than half a year left."
"Most of the year..." The man in the wheelchair closed his eyes and tapped the armrest with his index finger.
After knocking a few times, the man said again: "Do you know Jiu Jing?"
"I know." An Ning turned her back to the man and her voice was a little low.
"Would you like to go?" the man asked again.
An Ning angrily thrust the knife back and walked into the house angrily: "I don't want to!" without looking back.
Jinling City, heaven and earth.
The graceful woman poured tea with gentle movements, while the handsome-looking man leaned on his seat, with two sword-shaped eyebrows, making his whole person look sharp and sharp.
A maid came in and handed the woman a note.
The woman took it, looked at it and said, "Brother Ninth, the people from Jianzong have left Shu."
The man picked up a cup of tea and sipped it: "The craftsmanship is getting better and better."
"The water in the capital is really getting deeper and deeper." The woman gently rubbed her forehead with her hands.
"It's better to have deeper water. Fish can survive only when the water is deep." The man smiled and asked again: "Have Jiu Jing's people arrived?"
"What? I, the beauty in heaven and earth, can't even fall in your eyes?" the woman said angrily.
The man glanced at her: "You are looking more and more like an old bustard now, what a pity you have such a face."
The woman opened her mouth to retort, but finally said: "Yes, I am just an old bustard now."
"After all, women can't make a difference. I'm not worried about Zhaoyang at all. What matters now is Lao Qi." The man crossed his legs and swayed.
"Uncle Wang, how have you been these two days?"
The woman frowned: "He has been coughing a lot these past two nights. I'm afraid his health is getting worse."
"That's good! Both old men should die soon." The man said happily.
"You! Don't go too far. We are just a cooperative relationship." The woman said harshly.
"Yes, we are just a cooperative relationship, but without me, how can your Puyang Prince's family succeed?" The man smiled disdainfully: "I heard that there is a new leader? I will stay here today."
The man said as he stood up and left the room.
Only the beautiful woman was left clenching her fists fiercely.
Royal Palace.
Fang Yuan took off his armor and put on his regular clothes, feeling less heroic and more feminine.
Princess Zhaoyang held Fang Yuan's hand and complained to her. In the past few days, there were more and more voices in the court opposing Princess Zhaoyang's succession.
"I want to meet Seventh Brother." Princess Zhaoyang said, quietly looking at Fang Yuan's reaction.
Fang Yuan looked bitter and shook his head: "He doesn't want to see me."
"I'll go find him. You can make arrangements and leave the palace tomorrow."
"good!"
Fang Yuan hesitated for a moment and then said: "I don't think he is interested in the throne. If he wants to fight for it, I'm afraid no one will be his opponent."
"I know he only wants to enter the Dragon Tomb, but if I don't ask him personally, I'm still worried." Princess Zhaoyang looked at the sky in the distance.
"In the past few days, Lao Jiu's people have gone too far and extended their claws into the Forbidden Army." Fang Yuan continued.
"Hmph! Now that Lao Jiu is standing with Uncle Wang, he is getting more and more courageous. It's okay, these can all be solved. What matters now is Brother Seven's attitude. If Brother Seven is willing to help me, they are just a bunch of jumpers.
Just a clown."
Fang Yuan came out of the palace with a complicated expression. She knew that the princess wanted to use the relationship between the Fang family and that person, but Fang Yuan was unwilling. She had not seen that person for thirteen years, and she wanted to use him when she saw him again.
Fang Yuan has always been loyal to His Majesty and the princess, but this time, only to that person, she hates that person, but feels a little distressed.
She hated that man's ruthlessness, hated that he refused to enter the house for thirteen years, hated that he was ruthless and unrighteous, hated that he refused to see her, but she also felt sorry for him who had been living in a bitter and cold place for thirteen years, and felt sorry for the fact that he had lost his life.
His legs can only sit in a wheelchair, and I feel sad that he treats killing people like eating and drinking water.