"Isn't there a guess in Courtyard Master Zhang's heart?" Zhao Yu's attitude is light and unpredictable. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

"Master Hou, you inherited the title? No way! Jun Ci whispered, staring at Zhao Yu with a pair of bright eyes, eager to rip out his heart.

Zhao Yu, a villain who has no faith in his words, didn't he already promise not to inherit the title in order to save Xia Jiumei at that time, why did he suddenly become a marquis now!

Zhao Yu coughed lightly and said slowly: "What, what is the opinion of the goddess on my inheritance of the title?" ”

Xia Yongjia immediately glared at Jun Ci, the two of them now represent the Witch King Palace, and they can only laugh at Zhao Yu's inheritance of the Fu family's title, and they can't be angry.

"No, I'm just happy for His Majesty the Witch King." Jun Cipi smiled and said: "Your Majesty has been looking forward to it for a long time, and finally looking forward to the Fu family returning to the court to assist His Majesty the Emperor, so naturally I am overjoyed." "Jun Ci said something against his will.

She has said a lot of things against her heart in her life, but they are not out of etiquette or deliberate compliments, but they are all out of her own will, but this time she was forced to say things against her will.

The kind of disobedient words that can be seen through at a glance, she still has to say it with a smile, Jun Ci only feels that the smiling and sarcastic gazes of the ninth sister are about to ignite her.

Damn it! It's really a disadvantage, Jun Ci originally wanted to look down on the ninth sister in the posture of a winner, but now it has become a special embarrassment, can she hang it on her face.

Zhang Yuanqing also dared to be angry and didn't dare to speak, but he didn't hear the three words "Fu family" given by Junci, just by the change in the attitude of the goddess and the great witch, Zhang Yuanqing could guess which title this Zhao Yu inherited.

An Linghou.

What he is most afraid of encountering, An Linghou.

It turned out that he was the orphan of the Fu family.

Zhang Yuanqing clenched his fists, wishing that he hadn't been here today.

If it was an ordinary marquis, even if he couldn't afford to offend the Zhang family, he wouldn't be afraid, but An Linghou, this fief is still there, but there is no one of the clansmen's empty title, but he can't afford to offend the most.

At that time, the imperial envoy Fu was the proud protégé of the grandfather of the Zhang family, and even the old lady Zhang had to lose one point to him in terms of talent and conduct, let alone the appeal in the Zhou Dynasty.

If the first emperor had not been assisted by the envoy of Fu, the reform of the year would not have progressed to the point where the Wuwang Palace was jealous.

It's a pity that the sky is jealous of the talent, Fu Qiyong is too rampant, angering the witch god, causing the great plague to fall from the sky and almost destroy half of Chang'an, the Fu family and the first emperor are the first to bear the brunt, and now only a trace of blood is barely left.

At that time, in order to appease people's hearts, the witch king granted amnesty for God and raised the king of Guangling in the palace of the witch king, and the title of the Fu family's An Linghou was vacant for many years because the orphan had changed his surname to Zhao.

I thought that the imperial court would be able to take back the title after the twenty-year inheritance period, but I didn't want Zhao Yu to suddenly jump out and agree to inherit the title, wouldn't this add to the blockage of the witch king.

"Father, what are you talking about, he is clearly fake!" Zhang Yunwei was surrounded by their misty words, she didn't understand how Zhao Yu was an idler, how could he suddenly become a Hou Ye, how could the Zhou Dynasty have this law.

Zhang Yuanqing scolded coldly: "Shut up!" ”

If he had found out Zhao Yu's identity earlier, he would never have chosen this sensitive time to be the enemy of Zhao Yu.

Neither will anyone who is smart.

"Prime Minister Qin wants the lower official to send a letter from Anling Houyin, please take it away." The seal letter of the silver spirit carving was held over, and Zhao Yu glanced at everyone with a smile before taking it into his pocket.

With Yinxin, he was no longer an ordinary person, and he ascended to the sky in one step and became a prince.

The official who delivered the letter had tears in his eyes: "Your Excellency has a spirit in the sky, and you can also look at it." He was taken over by Prime Minister Qin, and he was also one of the followers of the Fu Imperial Envoy back then, and at this moment, this Fang An Ling Hou Yin Xin was inherited by the Fu family's orphans, and he naturally felt a lot of emotion.

"Father," Zhang Yunwei shouted anxiously, she couldn't wait to gouge out her eyes and stick them to see clearly, is what Zhao Yu is holding in his hand really the seal letter, the seal letter of the Hou Ye? An Linghou's seal letter?

Although she is a member of the Zhang family, because she was born too late, no one told her about everything twenty years ago, so she naturally didn't understand what An Linghou represented.

"It turned out to be An Linghou, Zhang was disrespectful and disrespectful." Zhang Yuanqing hugged his fists, gave the most humiliating bow in his life, and turned to leave.

Xia Yongjia was also dazzled by Zhao Yu's sudden shot, and her proud identity became the biggest constraint at the moment, as embarrassing as Junci in Shishan County in Junshan County.

Since the Witch King has granted amnesty to the Zhao family, she represents the Witch King, how can she embarrass Zhao Yu.

What's more, Zhao Yu is now also a prince, and her status is not much lower than her big witch, she has no right to deal with Zhao Yu, and said triumphantly with seven knives: "Zhao Yu is now the Lord of Anling, and if you want to try his case, I am afraid you can only sue His Majesty the Emperor." ”

Xia Yongjia's face was pale, and he turned around after contributing a long period of experience to the ninth sister's experience bar.

The onlookers also watched the excitement almost, and they were all shocked by the name of this marquis and couldn't find the direction, and the rumors flew to the streets and alleys like wings, but there were few people in front of the ninth sister.

"Of course you promised not to inherit the title." Jun Ci lowered his voice and questioned Zhao Yu.

"You still dare to stand here and talk to Zhao Yu, if it weren't for you-" The seven knives lit by firecrackers exploded, but they were restrained by Zhao Yu, and the man's tone was light: "I am naturally trustworthy to the person who keeps his word, but for people, going back on my word can only be regarded as giving back to the other in the other way." ”

"You!" Jun Ci was angry, and his anger suddenly turned into an experience bar in the ninth sister's brain, making the girl smile from ear to ear.

Today's game Zhao Yu's design is simply seamless, and when Zhang Yuanqing, Xia Yongjia and others tore their faces, playing this Hou Ye's hole card is even more uncomfortable than killing them, and you can know from the increase in her experience bar.

How much these people value fame and fortune, how serious the humiliation they received in front of Zhao Yu today is.

The original imposing "conclusive evidence" questioning evolved into a confession, that is, ordinary people can't stand it, let alone two masters of the witch realm who are admired by thousands of people.

The ninth sister smiled like a flower, and glanced at Jun Ci here: "Your backers are gone, and you still don't leave, do you want to eat our wedding wine?" ”

Jun Ci clenched his fists and almost broke his fingers.

Of course, she didn't know that her anger at this moment had already made the ninth sister clink in her head, and she was promoted to a fourth-level intermediate member, only two levels away from the high-level member who represented the spirit priest.

"Very good, Xia Jiumei, everything you gave me, I will return it to you sooner or later." Jun Ci gritted his teeth in a low voice, and noticed that the corner of the black clothes that secretly peeked at her in the courtyard suddenly raised his lips slightly, and the revenge of killing his mother was also returned.

Jun Ci flicked his sleeves away, and the seven swords cheered: "Victory!" ”

The ninth sister also glanced at Zhao Yu with a smile: "When did you agree to inherit the title, this is really a surprise." ”

"There's more to come." Zhao Yu smiled dotingly and pointed to the carriage on the street corner.