Lu Jue found that Tixijie in front of him did not continue to mock him, but laughed meaningfully.

"You..."

Ti Xijie sat up, looked at Lu Jue and said very confidently: "You won't kill me, and next time, you will come to me, unless you take me out now." ”

In the temptation of Fang Cai, Tixijie is desperate, or rather, from the very beginning, the king's heart and the courtier's life, he has been paving the way for his temptation.

After that sentence, Lu Jue also completely saw his true heart.

Everything Lu Jue did was actually for Feng Yewu, not those heroic people who had the heart to achieve a career, nor the kind of courtiers who had the heart of a king and the life of a courtier.

Everything is loved.

And later, Lu Jue didn't even want to sacrifice the lives of every soldier in vain, how could he really bear to kill Tixijie in front of him.

Lu Jue frowned, and suddenly reacted, and couldn't help but snort coldly, and was about to leave.

"Hey, are you sure you don't need me to go out with you? You know, I can't think of a way to do it here, but if you take me out, maybe I'll be able to create another enlarged version of the shield or something while I'm on the march? ”

Ti Xijie looked at Lu Jue who was leaving, and couldn't help but hurriedly get up, lie on the gap in the iron cage, and stretched his neck to shout at Lu Jue's back.

But Lu Jue only paused slightly, and then continued to walk without looking back.

Ti Xijie looked at Lu Jue, who had already left, and then sat back down, his brows were not relaxed, but he was a little tighter than Fang Cai.

"This Lu Jue, every time I can't fully grasp his mentality, it's always half and half feeling, but obviously I'm not as smart, why do I feel like I can't hold him?"

On the other hand, Lu Jue had already returned to the barracks, and at the same time, according to his own memory, he drew the crossbow that Tixijie had drawn on the ground with a pen for everyone's reference.

Seeing something of such a shape, coupled with the direction in which Lu Jue went out alone.

Everyone roughly guessed that Lu Jue learned the news from the mouth of the fake prince.

At the same time, in the palace of the King of Beichang, after helping the King of Beichang drive away the guards of the Tidi clan, the poisonous saint Ou Yu suddenly felt panicked and jealous in his heart, and he became a little restless for a while.

What is it?

Ou Yu subconsciously looked to the south, and for a while, all kinds of memories, those pasts that he had been deliberately avoiding, seemed to break through the torrent of the embankment, roaring from the bottom of his heart.

That inexplicable feeling of depression is difficult to dissipate in my heart for a long time.

"What's wrong with the seniors?"

Wei Siyuan, who was on the side, noticed that Ou Yu's expression was a little abnormal, and couldn't help but ask.

Ou Yu didn't know what was wrong with him, but he raised his hand slightly, threw down a sentence and flew away.

Wei Siyuan has long been familiar with the appearance of always seeing the beginning and not seeing the end.

At least when he needed him, Ou Yu never lived up to his expectations.

In the blink of an eye, the westernmost part of Fan Di, the king of Beichang, at the junction with the domain of the king of Jiangyuan, is staggered with mountains.

Ou Yu stood alone on the highest mountain, his green eyes staring at the far south, as if behind the layers of clouds was the destination of his heart.

It's been a long time since I've felt this way, and Ou Yu sighed in his heart, since he entered the Sage, his understanding of life is not the same as before.

used to be their own indifference and arrogance when they were young, but they regarded themselves as family and warmed themselves.

I also let myself understand what human nature is.

Ou Yu didn't know what was going on in the dense jungle in the far south, but he knew that the sage's heart had long since lost the fetters of the world.

But that feeling I just felt was so real.

"Division... Master, what the hell is going on? ”

Ou Yu would not have thought that in the subconscious of his heart, the eccentric, seemingly amiable but invisible Gu Saint would still call out the master.

Just when Ou Yu was standing on the top of the mountain, in the imperial palace of Kyoto, Feng Yewu's face at this moment was also frosty and cold.

Wei Nanqi has recovered a lot, and he is standing aside with a solemn face at the moment.

"Are you sure that the saintess is Wang Jia?"

Feng Yewu was still a little unbelievable, after all, after she and Lu Jue arrived in Yanwu County, they met Wang Jia to some extent, that kind of simplicity, that kind of tenacity, no matter what, they couldn't overlap that kind of Wang Jia with the saint described by Wei Nanqi.

"Why?"

Feng Yewu murmured softly, as if she couldn't figure out the reason.

Wei Nanqi looked at Feng Yewu with an unbelievable face, coughed embarrassedly, and asked: "Your Majesty, the minister also had a relationship with Miss Wang Jia at the beginning, and the minister will not admit his mistake, and under this danger, the minister will not speak in vain." ”

Feng Yewu nodded, she was relieved about Wei Nanqi's point, but she didn't understand why Wang Jia wanted to found the Red Lotus Sect and the like.

"Your Majesty, the minister asks a lot, I don't know that Miss Wang Jia has a crush on Chen Pingwu, the son of the King of Changwu?"

Wei Nanqi asked softly.

When Feng Yewu heard this, he didn't understand the speculation in Wei Nanqi's heart.

Wang Jia loved Chen Pingwu deeply, and then in order to help the Chen family capture the hearts of the people in Kyoto, he founded the Red Lotus Sect, and so on.

"But..."

Feng Yewu hadn't finished speaking, and Wei Nanqi continued.

"After His Majesty and others came back from Langya City, the minister has been arranging manpower to secretly observe the movements of the Shizifu, that Chen Pingwu, a few days after returning from Langya City, his temperament has changed greatly, and now he has not been to the court for a long time."

Thinking of this, Feng Yewu nodded naturally and waited for Wei Nanqi's next step.

"Your Majesty, as far as the minister knows, Chen Pingwu, the son of King Changwu, although his martial arts are slightly negligent, but the theory of a hundred schools of war has been famous for a long time, if he is willing to be ordinary, how can he have such a glorious past?"

Speaking of this, Feng Yewu had already fallen into silence, and at the same time motioned for Wei Nanqi to finish.

Wei Nanqi's side did not mean to stop and stop, but as a courtier, from the perspective of the etiquette of the monarch and the minister, he must not say these words, after all, Chen Pingwu's identity is the son of the world.

After receiving Feng Yewu's signal, Wei Nanqi continued: "The prince of Changwu Wang has been drinking heavily for many days now, and he is decadent, as if he has no trace of his former mind, and it just so happens that at this time, the Red Lotus Sect has begun to develop in full swing, and your Majesty doesn't think it's a bit too coincidental for two of them?" ”