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Chapter 105: Your Majesty and his cute girl.

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The palace gate is outlined with white jade and red walls, and the brickwork on each side is as red as a song. Pairs of snow-white wings soar in the sky, and the same wings slowly dance from different directions every time a stick of incense is burned.

The entire palace, or even the entire palace, looks quite hazy and beautiful like a city in the sky.

Of course, it would be more appropriate if the surrounding area is surrounded by clouds and mist.

Outside the library, Linglong, wearing a goose-yellow skirt, leaned against the window with her head supported by one hand, a huge book of data at her feet, and her beautiful eyes surveyed the magnificent scenery in front of her.

The initial shock, the dazzling vision, and then the drowsiness before my eyes, making me unable to stop taking a nap.

"Gu Gu Gu~"

An inappropriate voice sounded, and the exquisite girl sighed. She turned her head and looked at the young man who was frowning and looking through the books in the forest of books behind her, and couldn't help showing a hint of helplessness.

This guy is real.

Didn’t you say that you are a fool?

Why did he hang out in the Library Pavilion as soon as he came back? He didn't even come to the reception banquet that a normal wealthy family would have after returning home. He looked like a fool.

It's nothing like Zhihuo's behavior...

Seeing the sun setting in the west, the hanging crystal was emitting incandescent light. The palace maids outside were already neatly holding red lanterns and hanging them on the eaves of the white jade wall. Linglong rubbed her withered belly, hesitated for a long time, and coughed dryly to attract the attention of the young man opposite.

, and then pretended not to care and spoke:

"The Yueling clan is so majestic."

Throwing the books in his hand into a pile aside, Lu Ming once again picked up a book from the thick pile and scanned it. At the same time, he said: "The Yueling tribe is the last barrier of the imperial capital. I came from the north."

After I arrived at Zhaodu, they guarded the sky of Zhaodu day and night to protect my safety."

"This is all thanks to Feitian's efforts. If she hadn't been loyal to her, Zhao wouldn't have such a peaceful situation."

Mentioning the woman with white wings, her thoughts seemed to be taken a little far. Linglong subconsciously followed the topic and asked: "Since Feitian is so loyal to you, why did you leave her and the high priest alone when you entered the royal capital?"

, instead of taking Iron Guard Ziyuan with you?"

On one side are the close confidants who have been protecting him since childhood, the Yueling clan who have sworn to accompany him to the death and share the honor and disgrace together, and on the other side are the divine blood iron guards who have been excluded in Zhaodu and have little remaining strength.

This seems like a normal person would know who to get close to, right?

Sister Linglong feels that the young Junshang is not the kind of person with any serious mental illness. He is a Qinxue Junshang who goes to the library to study when he returns to the palace, while staying away from his cronies.

It's really a bit confusing.

"You little guy, you've made things complicated again."

Putting the books aside, Lu Ming walked over and chuckled at the soft and delicate girl. There was a huge explanation written in those wide eyes, confusion.

"Of the three major forces of Zhaodu, the Divine Blood Iron Guard is the most loyal and strongest force in the history of kings. It is impossible for me to give up on them. After all, if I no longer care about them, the Iron Guard after Zhaodu will really only

All that’s left is an empty shell.”

"But, this is not the reason for you to alienate Feitian?" Linglong is still confused. Being close to a faction that belongs to the king seems to have nothing to do with alienating the force that he personally supports.

Looking at the girl who was thinking seriously with interest, Lu Ming sat next to her and couldn't help teasingly saying: "There are two reasons. Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

The young Lord is seriously ill, but this is not much different from his nerves running around in his head.

Linglong snorted lightly and said dissatisfiedly: "Then it depends on what you can say?"

"After all, I'm not you, so how do I know if you're telling the truth or a lie?"

"You lied to me, I didn't even know."

Xu's thirst for knowledge and confusion was unblocked by the room full of books in the afternoon. All the boring and complicated things were swept away from his mind. Lu Ming couldn't help but laugh comfortably.

It wasn't until the girl opposite was frowning and hesitating whether to give him a few strokes that she barely controlled her smile and said:

"Actually, it's nothing. First, Feitian and the high priest have disliked each other for a long time. After so many years, I don't want to make peace with each other, and I'm too lazy to listen to them talking to each other about my official words. Please clear my ears. Then

Naturally, out of sight and out of mind.”

The simple reason made Linglong stunned and asked: "Then don't you have to see them tomorrow?"

Lu Ming laughed again, looked at her with an expression that said she was too young, and said: "Don't you understand this? One is the high priest and the other is the prime minister. They are not ordinary parents. After such a night,

I have finished all the self-regulation that I need to do, and at least half of the depression caused by my absence for more than half a month has dissipated."

Linglong somewhat understood, and looked at him in surprise, as if she had gotten to know this person again, "Oh, I understand! You are afraid of being held accountable by them, so you did this."

The girl's character was full of innocence and cuteness. Lu Ming was full of fun in this. He said with a smile: "The reason why the Lord is the Lord is because the Lord cannot make mistakes. How can he be held accountable?"

The king's majesty needs to be maintained by himself.

As a minister, if he wants to maintain the majesty of the king, no matter what he does, he will bang his head on the floor and say that it was his mistake.

No matter how bad things are, those who are stronger will have to come here and hit the wall to commit suicide, hoping to cause reflection from above.

Deep in Lu Ming's memory, it seems that he has not encountered this kowtow many times. Whether it is the high priest or Feitian, they are all taught in a step-by-step manner with their own partiality, but they rarely take the initiative to do it with force.

What.

Even when he suppressed the Tianqi Clan and the Divine Blood Iron Guard, Feitian forced himself to do it under the young, ignorant and ignorant king.

"Since I left Zhaodu and came to Zhihuo, I met you, and you awakened the power of the God Lord. Then in less than one night, the people of Pingjiang Marquis received the news and sent people to Zhihuo. In less than a morning, Gu Shi

It’s coming.”

After carefully sorting out the clues for the ignorant girl, Lu Ming continued: "I can come up with two possibilities. First, Pingjiang Marquis already knew it when I left Zhaodu, which means that Zhaodu's three major protective forces have

Damn it, because other ministers cannot directly contact me."

"Second, Marquis Pingjiang knew about Zhihuo a long time ago and knew that the power of the God Lord would awaken in Zhihuo. Therefore, he made plans in advance and waited for your awakening so that he, the God Lord, could be captured."

"Which one of these two possibilities do you think is greater?"

Bone Food can use the power of his mind with the help of the weapon on his forehead, and cooperates with his cavalry to suppress a fireweaver of hundreds of people. It seems that he made a mistake.

Even to be on the safe side, Wu Yuan was sent to Weaver Fire in advance to observe who was the real God Lord and to awaken the God Lord's power.

But if the Marquis of Pingjiang had long known that God Lords would appear in Zhihuo, then as the first vassal state, it was impossible not to know about the power of some of the God Lords, and it was impossible not to ask his subordinates to pay attention to the source of life, the source of power... there are many sayings

, but without exception, all the classics demonstrate the power of the God Lord.

This doesn't seem to be something that a human being can control with the help of external forces.

The girl is not stupid, on the contrary, she is very smart. She quickly figured out the reason. After all, it was because of this that she could leave Zhihuo with peace of mind.

"So, the conclusion is that your edict is full of lies. Someone has collaborated with the enemy princes and sold the news about your departure?"

After a pause, Linglong felt something was wrong, "That can't be said like that. The Tiewei were alienated by you, and the Yueling tribe followed you from the border to the imperial capital. The high priest believes in Shinto and is more eager for the return of the god."

"This doesn't make sense."

Meizihu is smeared, her big eyes are full of confusion, and her thirst for knowledge can confuse people to death.

The unanswered question was also lingering in her mind. Lu Ming also had this confusion.

Those who are far away have no news about themselves, and those who are close have their reasons not to betray themselves.

But the fact is that Pingjiang Hou's subordinates came to Zhihuo, and the timing was very clever at the moment when the Lord touched the Lord, and the Lord awakened his power.

Not more, not less. Even if there is no such thing as a locator, at least it is calculated from the time he left Zhaodu to the time he arrived at Zhihuo.

Picking up a book, Lu Ming cleared his mind and explained to Linglong:

"So I have two solutions."

"First, find a person who is least likely to trust me, that is, the Iron Guards, because they don't know the news of my departure, so naturally they can't leak it."

Bringing his head closer, Lu Ming looked at the girl, with a smile that couldn't stop on his face. He smiled sinisterly: "Secondly, I just have two plans. No matter who it is, or as I said, the Lord of God is here, you just need to be fully awakened.

, then I am absolutely safe."

Her chest bulged slightly, Linglong reached out to cover that face, and then snatched the book from his hand, "So, you have been reading since you came back because you want to find a way to awaken the power of the God Lord as soon as possible?"

"right!"

"But didn't you say that you have read a lot of books about the Lord of God since you entered the imperial capital? Why can't you still remember them? Why are you still reading the books?"

"...I have something wrong with my brain. There is something wrong with my memory. I have forgotten a lot of things I read before." Lu Ming tapped his forehead solemnly, took the book and flipped through it, opening the memory chain for familiar content.

, swept them away, and threw them directly onto the useless pile. Lu Ming looked at the girl and said:

"Although I am extremely sure that I will remember the most important things in my life, and God, the god of Suchuan, according to common sense, the introductions and knowledge I have read will be engraved in my mind, but my memory does need to be revisited.

I read some books to find answers."

"And it's not just about the Lord of God, it's also about the Lord."

"Why does it involve you again?" Linglong was confused, weren't we talking about the Lord of God just now? Why did it involve you again?

There is also the Yueling Clan, Iron Guard, etc. before, but the reason seems to be only one.

Various thoughts flooded into her mind, and Linglong took a breath, seeing that Lu Ming was still thinking about himself and said that he had never seen any monarch awakening his innate divine power from the classics. The royal family did not have such power.

The young Junshang was immersed in his own world, talking to the girl about his various conjectures, what was the relationship between the Junshang and the Divine Lord, why the Junshang could awaken his natural divine power, and whether the Divine Lord meant eternal life...

…Some even curiously touched the girl’s little hand and wanted to call out that strange vine.

Linglong emptied her mind and endured it silently, until she couldn't control it any more, and then she heard a sound

"Gugu~Gugu~"

His dry mouth closed slightly, and Lu Ming coughed dryly. Looking at the dull-looking girl, he felt a little embarrassed and said, "You were hungry, so you didn't tell me earlier."

As she said that, she took a bright red apple from the fruit plate next to her. Linglong half-supported her head and shook her head slightly.

Lu Ming stood up and was about to ask the palace maid outside the door to go to the imperial dining room, but the girl stopped him again and couldn't help but look at her with slight confusion.

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Well, I'm hungry!"

"Then let's go eat."

"eat!"

"Then go." Lu Ming was confused, but he still held her hand, "Let's go, I'll take you to eat delicious food. You can try all the delicacies in Zhaodu, one dish a day, no matter how much you eat."

Bring me a sample."

His arm was pulled back again, and Lu Ming looked at the girl, feeling a little dizzy.

Girl, what's wrong?

Are you hungry? Why don't you eat?

Why do you have to wrong yourself?

After pondering for a moment, Lu Ming thought of a possibility. He softened his tone again and asked in a low voice: "Are you homesick?...Do you miss your Zhihuo's delicious food?"

This should be the first time Linglong left Zhihuo and went to the outside world seventeen years ago, and it was still so far away.

She had a father who loved her and cherished her since she was a child. Now, in the blink of an eye, it seems that we are not only thousands of miles apart, but also more than three or five days apart.

But, how to make Zhihuo’s delicacies?

Although it doesn't look like an ordinary rural town, the water and soil of one place nourish the people of the same place. Maybe they are separated by a village, and their food has different tastes.

What's more, this is a sparsely populated race.

Lu Ming had a headache. Looking at those bright, hopeful and beautiful eyes, he didn't know what to say. The imperial edict did not include a fire-weaving cook.

The Weaving Fire has disappeared for five hundred years and is only recorded in classics.

"Zhi Huo, Dad, I also have a little idea, but this is not the main thing." Looking at the direction of Zhi Huo in the distance, Linglong lowered her head with a trace of nostalgia, but she quickly returned to this and looked up.

Lu Ming said with a smile.

"Then, let's go have dinner?"

After holding it in for a long time, Lu Ming couldn't figure out the reason and continued to propose.

"right!"

Before he could calm down and become happy, Linglong wanted to pull her out. Linglong's eyes wandered for a moment, then looked at each other again, and said seriously: "But, can you cook for me?"

"I am your Majesty, how could I..."

I subconsciously wanted to retort, but the girl didn't bow her head shyly or pretend to be threatening. She just looked at me with her big, watery eyes. It seemed that she was hungry and she should be cooking.

Seeing this, Lu Ming's heart twitched.

He opened his mouth to speak but stopped several times, and finally he could only sigh helplessly and walked out.

"First of all, don't go out and talk nonsense about me knowing how to cook, okay?"

"Second, I'll cook for you, just this once, do you understand?"

The girl's big eyes finally curled up with a smile, and the moaning smile could no longer be hidden. She stretched out her arms and hugged the soft-hearted Junshang, still pulling at him and secretly calculating something.

He is right, everything depends on the beginning. If there is one, there will be two, and then there will be the future...

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