"Not your royal brother? What about your royal brother? ”

"My imperial brother......" Du Xuanling swallowed, this kind of secret with the emperor of the Zhou Dynasty, is it a bit presumptuous?

"Xuan Ling. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info" The ninth sister called, Du Xuanling walked to the side with her back to them, closed her eyes with her back to them and said: "Oh, my imperial brother disappeared when he was very young, and that sick man was my imperial brother's stand-in, but he never found the original owner, so he was sick and dying, and he couldn't be cured at all." ”

The crowd was stammering.

This Shu Kingdom is really a magical place, even the emperor can train a stand-in to come out, so their emperor is not afraid of assassination?

"So, if you want to use the trick of saving my imperial brother to change the clan ding, don't even think about it." Du Xuanling shrugged.

"So ......" Zhou Yu raised his eyebrows: "You can bring an imperial brother back." ”

"What do you say! My imperial brother has been missing for more than ten years, and if he could find it, he would have found it a long time ago! Du Xuanling objected loudly.

Zhou Yu pushed the seven knives: "Your master is her uncle's ancestor, if you are the prince who was found by your master, you still have a certain degree of credibility." ”

"What do you say? You want this ruffian to pretend to be my royal brother?! Du Xuanling jumped to his feet.

The seven knives were originally unwilling, but Du Xuanling's reaction jumped up as soon as he was agitated: "What's wrong with the master?" When the master picked me up, he also said that my bones are strange, and I will be an emperor in the future! ”

"Is that really the case?" The ninth sister raised her eyebrows.

"Of course, my master said that I would be the king of the thief world!" Seven knives are in high spirits.

Du Xuanling rolled her eyes, startling her, thinking that Uncle Huang really said that.

If that's the case, the seven knives may really be the imperial brother that the uncle found back, but now, no matter how crazy Du Zhen is, he won't train his emperor's nephew to be a thief.

"No, no, no, our royal bloodline is too easy to check, as long as he invokes his magic power, he will be discovered immediately."

"Seven Swords has never practiced witchcraft, and he has always relied on martial arts and skills to steal chickens and dogs." Zhou Yu pierced.

"That's not going to work, and the means I just had, he won't be able to get by." Du Xuanling continued to object, but her voice became quieter and quieter.

Because she found a Gu Devourer on the neck of the seven knives that had just been released, it really didn't hurt the seven knives.

"Did my uncle give you blood!" Du Xuanling asked anxiously.

Seven knives nodded embarrassedly: "Yes, I was inserted with seven knives last time, and I was dying, so the master saved me with blood." ”

Du Xuanling rolled her eyes, this is over, the identity of the seven knives is completely stupid and can't tell the difference.

"So, he can really pretend to be your imperial brother?" The ninth sister asked.

"No! I will never help you, this is to mess with my royal bloodline! Du Xuanling flatly refused.

The ninth sister pulled her over: "Now the seven knives can't be checked like this, maybe it's my uncle who was confused and forgot to return him, if it's true, what should you do?" ”

Du Xuanling pointed to the seven knives: "Just, just him?" ”

"Just him." The ninth sister nodded as a matter of course: "You don't know what your brother looks like, if he is true, you will be the eternal sinner of Shu Kingdom." ”

Du Xuanling hesitated until Mo Zhao walked towards her: "I'll go back with you." ”

"Really!" Du Xuanling was excited, she always wanted Mo Zhao to accompany her back to Shu to get married, now it's good.

"Really." Mo Zhao replied seriously, Du Xuanling immediately agreed, and went out to order the envoys of Shu to prepare.

The ninth sister glanced at him gratefully.

"It's not just for you, it's all the subjects of this Great Zhou rule." Mo Zhao said lightly.

"I understand." The ninth sister replied, in fact, it doesn't matter if it is, Zhou Yu won't mind.

Seven knives sighed twice: "You don't want to ask my opinion?" ”

Mo Zhao turned around and went out indifferently, while Zhou Yu cleared his throat, returned to the desk to read the chapter, and also repaired a book, agreeing to Wuzi's invitation.

Seven knives glared at the ninth sister.

The girl tilted her head: "Didn't you promise to help for three years?" ”

The seven knives were dumbfounded, and the ninth sister took the opportunity to slip out of the main hall.

There's a lot of stuff waiting for her out there.

Three days later, at the beginning of the court's sacrifice ceremony, this ceremony celebrated by the whole country was the ceremony of the new witch king's enthronement, so it was even more grand.

Where do the people of the world know what kind of ferocious beasts the Witch King's Palace is, they just pay tribute year after year, exchange the remuneration for hard work for spiritual carvings, and pray to the witch god Lingding, hoping to get happiness and joy in this year.

"The new Witch King will surely bring blessings and great rewards to us." The people are constantly discussing, and the people who come to the front of the Lingding Palace are also unprecedentedly large, and the mountains are crowded with people's heads, and the silk flowers that are hung are grand and beautiful.

Such a grand scene was unprecedented in the Zhou Dynasty in a hundred years, and the people involved were naturally more enthusiastic.

"Your Majesty is out of the palace!" The atmosphere in the palace was tense, and because the two fires in the palace endangered the holy bow again and again, and also burned to death a humerus minister like Qin Xiangye, protecting the holy car became a great challenge for the forbidden army.

The emperor's guard of honor was gorgeous and grand, and the ninth sister rode side by side with Zhou Yu, and she didn't worry too much about the guards.

In fact, it's the witch who should be worried.

After all, today is his enthronement ceremony, the blessing of the emperor of Zhou Yu is very important, the safety of the two of them, Wuzi is more anxious than the forbidden army, so at this time, Junci should not appear.

Sure enough, they arrived at Lingding Palace safely, and Long live Your Majesty, who roared the tsunami all the way up the mountain, Queen Chitose shook the ninth sister's head.

"This is the charm of feudal dynasties." The girl sighed.

Under the temptation of these tens of millions of people bowing their heads and bowing, who would not be moved, the huge power of faith poured in, frantically filled her strength, and pushed her to the top, she even couldn't hold it back, and couldn't suppress the little evil thoughts that swelled in her heart.

"It doesn't matter if you are the queen, there are still thousands of years before the development of the anti-feudal era, and you will have been blessed for a hundred years by then." There was a voice in my heart that said.

The ninth sister was originally immersed in the huge strength of the refreshing feeling, and suddenly broke out in a cold sweat: "Who is talking!" ”

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yu took her hand, and the warm palm dissipated the coolness.

"It's nothing, it's just, I want to...... I really want to have the urge to be the king, it's weird, I don't think so. "The ninth sister didn't understand what happened to her just now.

Zhou Yu was worried and stroked her forehead: "What about the key spirit?" ”

The ninth sister was excited: "I haven't woken up yet, I don't know why I will fall asleep at every turn when I enter Chang'an." ”

Zhou Yu squeezed her hand: "Don't worry, doesn't it mean that everything is destiny?" Then we'll do our best. ”

The girl nodded and walked up to the high altar with Zhou Yu.

On that day, it was the witch who prayed for Zhou Yu's ascension to the throne, and now on the other hand, the witch threatened with the plague, so that Zhou Yu made a witness for it and ascended the throne of the witch king.

Wuzi is not tall, standing in the center of the high platform, dressed in feathers and white hairs, majestic and majestic.

It's just that at the critical moment of his sacrifice, he heard a loud voice: "Slow." ”