Facing Tang Fang, he completely lost his calm as a wise man, and incarnated into a person who was swayed by feelings, naturally, that face was no longer the same, and there was more color.

In Tang's opinion, this is interesting, but in Zanggowell's opinion, it is not interesting at all. This means that he loses his qualification for pride in front of Captain Tang and loses the capital of peace.

He...... IS A LOSER, A TOTAL LOSER.

To let a human king above tens of thousands of people swallow the bitter fruit of defeat can be imagined what a heavy blow it is.

If it were someone else, he might have already had a nervous breakdown, but fortunately, he is a praise of Weil, standing in adversity, cast in the bitter cold, like a soft sword that has been polished for many years, can bend and stretch.

He quickly regained his composure, put the simple sword in its scabbard, and his face returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.

Mr. J said, "Your sword is thirsty. ”

Zangowell said, "I feel the same way. ”

Then the two walked outside together, there was no superfluous communication, in fact, there was no need for superfluous communication.

Will he compromise?

No, His Majesty will not compromise with anyone, and Mr. J knows him well.

The final negotiation process was only a ploy by His Majesty the King, to paralyze the boy, waiting for him to fall into the net.

Such an ordeal could not defeat Zanggowell, let alone his ambition to unify the kingdom and become an immortal emperor.

If he was a man who threw in the towel so easily, how could he have grown up to such a point in the shadow of Henrietta.

This is not to say that the sad emotions are not real, he does feel aggrieved and frustrated, but his heart is strong enough to turn these negative emotions into the courage to move on. Never admit defeat, never give up, fall and get up, fall again, get up again, and then move forward step by step. Until death.

After all, he and Henrietta are actually the same kind of people.

It wasn't until he walked out of the door of the conference room that Zang Gowell said with a calm expression and a calm tone, "See you later." ”

"I'll see you later."

Mr. J did not move, and watched the backs of His Majesty the King and the two black warriors as they walked farther and farther down the corridor until they did not enter the corner, then slowly buttoned the top of his shirt and turned around and walked towards the open-air corridor that connected to a neat green space.

He raised his right hand, and something between his fingers turned into golden sand. Rise with the wind and fly away.

"Terro...... It's ugly...... It's a pity for the Void Ripper...... Athena......"

The staccato sound was blown away by the wind, and he stepped on the dappled light and shadow of the maple trees on both sides of the corridor.

In the distance, there were a few birds chirping, and there was an exclamation of amazement from a lady in the green area whose long skirts were blown by the wind.

Unfortunately, Mr. J's face was really not handsome, which ruined the freshness and tranquility of a corner of the palace.

He is always good at destroying something good.

………………

It was nearly noon, and the sun was not gentle. Of course, it's not rude. It's just that the sun makes people drowsy...... The premise is that he has eaten enough.

Unfortunately, the sun did not shine in the hall of the joint council, and people did not eat, so fatigue did not wander in the air like a musical note. Filling the room was a depressing silence that made people feel tight.

Not calm, but quiet.

The source of this vibe is His Majesty the King. He entered the hall with a blank face, and walked through the side door to the podium in the center of the hall.

In fact, before he appeared, the whole venue was boiling, like boiling hot oil. Grunt with oil splashes.

Because of Henrietta's voice, because of Tucsona's defection, the new forces were no longer the protagonists of the meeting, and more and more people ignored Ramon and Tyron's cold eyes, and exchanged heads with the people around them, discussing what happened, why His Majesty did not come back for a long time, and why the results of the vote were not announced for a long time.

Some people noticed that Trist's face was not good-looking, and since he returned to the venue, he had sat in his seat without saying a word, staring blankly at his dry hands that lay flat on the touchscreen of the table.

A few people showed signs of agitation, and the meeting was too long and physically and mentally exhausting.

Until Zangowell appeared and broke all the movement, as if someone had suddenly unplugged the stereo, the venue suddenly fell silent.

Sand...... Sand...... Sand......

Just like when he entered, his leather boots rubbing against the brightly colored carpet.

"Goo-goo!"

A discordant sound breaks the monotony and makes people feel oppressive and quiet.

It was the men's stomachs howling, because it was already early afternoon, and they were still hungry and waiting for what should have been a very simple and smooth meeting to end, for the results of the vote to be announced, for the end of the issue of Tramon.

The voice shattered not only the eerie calm of the room, but also the majesty that enveloped Zangowell's body.

Many breathed a sigh of relief.

Tramon, Edwina, Servis, and the others stared at His Majesty the King with expectant eyes.

Henrietta, Melore, Tucena and others stared at His Majesty with calm eyes.

Arnesi inserted the oxygen tube back into his nostrils.

Under the watchful eye of everyone, Zangowell finally stepped onto the podium, glanced at the crowd in the room from left to right, and said in an unusually indifferent tone: "That's it, the meeting is adjourned. ”

Two phrases, "to this end" and "to adjourn".

His Majesty said it was very simple and lighthearted, but when he heard it in the ears of those ministers and lords, it was heavier than the mountains and louder than the thunder.

Call it a day? What about the issue of Tramon?

Meeting? A grand gathering of all the great nobles of the United Kingdom of Turanks, and just a hasty meeting? Are you kidding!

Even if Zangowell stood on the podium in the middle of the room, even if there was a chilling aura around him, it was still difficult to suppress the restlessness and uproar that permeated the crowd.

The area where the ministers were located was boiling again, far more than just now.

The members of the New Faction looked at the wise and wise King in their minds with a look of astonishment, some wondered if they had heard it wrong, others thought it was His Majesty's joke, and some showed thoughtful expressions.

Feelings of loss, frustration, and, to a greater or lesser extent, anger spread in the area where the members of the new faction are located.

The wall-riding people looked at each other in shock, looking at the expressionless face on the podium.

"What about the results of the vote?" One of the ministers who voted in favor said blankly.

A man next to him pushed the reading glasses on the bridge of his nose. Han Sheng said: "His Majesty has said, this is the end! ”

"That'...... So this meeting ...... What happened, what happened, how did His Majesty go out and come back with such a thing? What about Tang Fang? Just leave it alone? What if something like the 'Georgia' massacre happens again? ”

"If I were you, I would have shoved these questions back into my mind. Then choose Shut Up. ”

Someone in the back sighed: "I'm afraid something big will happen." ”

A hoarse voice rang out: "yes, the situation has become more complicated. ”

Suddenly, a somewhat shrill voice resounded throughout the block: "You say...... Could it be the Tang Fang who made His Majesty the King make such a decision? ”

No one spoke, and the area behind the Wall-Riding Bench became silent.

The area where the members of the old school are located is also quiet.

It is their mouth that is quiet, and what is not quiet is their eyes and heart.

The initial anxiety and sadness were replaced by faint ridicule and cold eyebrows.

Some of the provocative and sarcastic gazes crossed the area where the wall-riding faction was located, and fell on the guys of the new faction who had once flaunted their might, and returned it with the expressions and eyes they had once given themselves.

Their most powerful backer is standing on the podium at this very moment. The suspension of the joint council was announced.

It was a wonderful and gorgeous ...... No, it's a luxurious slap in the face, there is no sound, but it is louder than thunder, more majestic than a tsunami.

Because it all comes from His Majesty the King.

He slapped himself in the face in front of all the big nobles in the kingdom, and slapped the ministers and lords of the new faction who followed him in the face.

Everyone knows that the so-called joint council is nothing more than a celebration meeting for the new forces. However, for those who once smiled. For the complacent, there is only a thin line between heaven and hell. One moment they were the high-spirited victors, and the next moment they were kicked off the clouds by their king, and they fell into.

Such a scene is wonderful, full of drama and storytelling.

Some of the old-fashioned members who voted against it groped their bellies, thinking that they would have to eat more later.

Some of the traitors who voted for it turned black as coals, and cold sweat the size of soybeans snaked down their foreheads. Wet hair, wet collar.

I thought that I could hug Zanggowell's thigh in the final action, even if I couldn't rise up, at least I could save my life and continue to enjoy a rich life. Who would have thought that the thighs were not hugged, but ended up inside and out, which was not the end of people.

They regret why their luck is so bad.

A security officer took a few blue pills from his bosom and stuffed them into his mouth to calm his somewhat scattered heart rate.

A diplomat pulled out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from the base of his ear, considering whether to submit his resignation, either to make way for the reserve backbone of the old-school forces, and to save his life and reputation.

Henrietta inserted the silver crutch into the storage device of the maglev chair, left the rostrum, and headed for the royal passage.

He didn't say hello to anyone, just glanced around the corner as he left.

Melol then stood up, straightened her slightly deformed suit, walked behind Taryn and the others, and when she reached the seat where Tramon was, she patted her nephew on the shoulder and let out a fart.

Yes, he farted a ...... His Royal Highness put a fart in front of his nephew, a fart that had been held back for a long time, and a fart that was very loud and loud.

If it is placed on some occasions, this scene is absolutely humiliating. A noble and respected prince actually let out a loud fart in public, although many people are far away and don't know what kind of fart it is, but there is no doubt that it is a very rude thing.

But today, it is not Melol who has lost face, but Tramon.

The young prince was the most arrogant person today, the one who threw out the initiative to launch a national war, and the one who gathered the fleet and prepared to send troops against Captain Tang.

Earlier, with the exception of Zanggowell, he was the most glamorous figure in the whole of the United Kingdom of Tulanx.

Now, Prince Melol has done something interesting and tasteless. Let out Tramon's arrogance as a loud fart. This is more odious than a public slap in the face of His Majesty the King.

Tramon rose from his seat, but ...... Just stood up, he didn't do anything, he couldn't do anything.

It was a fart, and it was also an iron rod that broke the proud bones.

Gilcott walked away from the podium with a figure-eight step. Hurried to catch up with Melore, and said in a voice that was not loud, but could be heard clearly by many people: "The weather is really nice today, it is a good day to drink." ”

Melol said: "Is there a link between good weather and drinking? ”

"Absolutely."

"Tell me about ......"

The princes of the old-school forces in the back stepped on the bright red carpet and chased after the three people in front.

Tramon stood there like a statue, no, like a monument, a monument of shame and failure.

Trist, who sat below him, motionless, like a clay sculpture in front of a mausoleum.

A stone monument, a clay statue. It's harmonious.

Zangowell stepped down from the podium, followed Henrietta's glance around the corner, and turned to walk towards the exit.

Tramon snorted coldly as he looked at the lords of the old-school forces, followed behind His Majesty, and walked away.

And then there's Taryn, Trist......

In the blink of an eye, people went to Taiwan, and only the sound of loud discussions remained.

Praise Will is gone, and so is Henrietta. No one can suppress them anymore.

The two maids followed Al Nasi step by step, very slowly. The tight-fitting air-conditioned suit outlines a graceful body.

If they were flowers, the old man in front of them was a piece of dead wood, and he became more and more lifeless.

The old prince did not say a word from beginning to end, strictly abided by the promise of the year, did not interfere in politics, and did not speak about politics. Be a spectator, be a witness of the times.

Unfortunately, the era that belonged to Henrietta was not over, and someone renewed its life.

"Tang Fang...... Is it? ”

When the maglev chair and the two beautiful backs disappeared into the exclusive passage for royal family members, an old and weak voice floated into the venue.

Al Nacy did not speak. It doesn't mean he's blind.

The Marquis Robinson, who was relatively close to the security door, shuddered, and suddenly had a very bad feeling, not from the cool breeze blowing in the corridor when the security door opened, nor from the yin wind that the dying old thing picked up when he walked by, but a very strange and unreasonable discomfort.

He subconsciously glanced back, Reeves was slumped in the chair representing Duke Kernar, his somewhat dark face seemed to be frozen in ice, and it was chilling.

Robinson suddenly remembered one thing, half a month ago, Reeves borrowed a support fleet of 300 warships from him, and cooperated with the Jøsenner Navy and the private army built by the anti-reform nobles to form a defensive force to protect the Josena star system and ensure that it would not be captured by Captain Tang.

Now that Reeves is at the end of his rope and the fall of the anti-reformists is imminent, even His Majesty the King has made such a decision, which is no less than slapping himself in the face in front of everyone.

Arnacy's self-talk before leaving woke him up, and he realized that the reason for such a "sharp turn" was due to the young man surnamed Don in "Aladel".

"It seems...... After the adjournment of the meeting, the fleet must be contacted as soon as possible, so that they can evacuate "Josenna" as soon as possible.

Robinson shook his head, even the esteemed King lowered his head and gave in, let alone a little lord like him? Poor Reeves, what a ...... He suddenly stopped sighing, his face turned pale, and a terrifying light shot from the depths of his pupils, because the Marquis thought of a possibility, perhaps the source of the sixth sense just now.

Tucson's projection faded and faded, eventually disappearing into a flash of light.

Arudiba was faster than Tucsona, and as soon as Arnasi went out, he walked straight under the camera, leaving only a blank light curtain that slowly dissipated.

Then there was Duke Edwina, the flamboyant lady who was still so flamboyant, even though her handsome face had accumulated a layer of frost, and there was a thick chill between her eyebrows.

Servis looked at her back, crumpled the pure white handkerchief, and threw it on the table.

The lords who used the projection method to access the venue went incognito, and the people who came to the scene also got up one after another, with different moods and different expressions, left their seats one after another and walked towards the main entrance.

After they left, it was the turn of the dignitaries of the United Kingdom of Tulanx.

The hall began to fall silent, and the low-key chatter and chaotic footsteps of the ministers farther and farther away, and finally disappeared behind the two main gates.

The lights in the dome dimmed and then suddenly brightened, and the cleaning staff walked into the venue from the outside with a special robot.

Only their expressions are truly calm, and only their steps are truly steady.

………………

His Majesty did not attend the luncheon, much less did he leave the lords and ministers to attend the long-planned evening...... Or rather, the party did not take place at all.

Some of the lords and ministers did not rush home, but gathered with acquaintances to discuss how to deal with the current situation in order to protect themselves and their families in this troubled season.

It is said that Gilcot threw a grand reception at the Moncrod Star Port.

It is said that Tramont kicked the door of his bedroom in the "Cabreto" mansion, which was carved from ash wood and was very strong.

It is said that in the core area of the palace of Howl, the room used by His Majesty to read is lit up overnight.

The dramatic scene of the joint council was like a storm that swept through the entire Hillembir region in half a day and one night.

Because of the existence of Captain Tang, because of the "Aradell" coup, because of the "Georgia" massacre, the United Kingdom of Tulanx has become the focus of attention of all countries, and many people are waiting for a storm, or with the attitude of watching the show, or full of worries, or full of expectations...... In short, they were curious to know what would happen to Captain Don and how the political situation in the United Kingdom of Tulanx would change. (To be continued......)