Gu Juexi was about to stand up, but found that his limbs were trembling slightly.

…… It turned out that she was still afraid.

It's just forced to calm down, forced to ignore these details.

"We have to spread the news to Heming, if the new sect master is to come, everything will be a later story." Gu Juexi said, putting all the medicinal materials into the bag, and having some plans of his own.

The variable she had just thought of might be here.

"Well, I'm going to find a correspondent. I'm going to find a correspondent. Bai Cunqing's eyes were round, and he didn't speak very neatly, he staggered out, covered in blood, and was very afraid of people.

Two hours later.

Crane Song Palace——

"What?! Did he really say that? An Han slapped the table case and was furious, "It can't be that you're deceiving me, right?" The crime of deceiving the king should be beheaded! ”

The father-in-law knelt in front of the table, trembling, but still lowered his eyebrows and said: "It's true, after the soldier finished speaking, he fell off his horse and died of anger." Such desperate news, the slave thought that it would definitely not be faked. ”

When An Han heard this, he sat down on the chair, and his ears echoed what Shen Yutan said some time ago-"Gu Juexi can save the first time, but he can't save the second time."

It's true.

He had known about it for a long time, but he did not give the order.

"Someone! Go to the Leisurely Pavilion and invite Mr. Shen here! An Han didn't care much, and directly invited Shen Yutan out of the mountain.

"This ...... The minions obeyed. ”

Today's sun is not good, it is not warm, but it is very dazzling, as if it wants to take away all the filth.

An Han looked at the folds on the table, and the fear and panic in his heart never stopped—what if the Mandate of Heaven really didn't allow him to have Xiyu? The revenge of the mother concubine cannot be avenged! If you want the whole world to be buried together......

Then let the people of the world accompany the burial!

In the eyes of the young man, there was unprecedented fierceness.

After a stick of incense, a man dressed in white appeared in the imperial study wearing a curtain fence.

An Han waved back left and right, and waved his hand to signal Shen Yutan to sit down.

"What's the matter with Your Majesty?" Shen Yutan didn't sit down, just stood in place, and asked softly behind the white veil - in fact, he could guess seven or eight points, but he wanted to hear An Han say it himself.

"The Lord is going to die." An Han said, curling his knuckles and tapping lightly on the dark wooden table.

"Well, that's a shame." Shen Yutan said, still a little regretful.

"Mr. Shen doesn't have anything to say?" An Han was already angry at this time, and in many years, he had learned to hide his emotions.

"Your Majesty has already made up your mind, and it is useless for Yutan to say more." Shen Yutan said, there are still some regrets.

Originally, that child didn't have to die, if his monarch changed his mind and stopped the loss in time.

"Sir, I think it through, so what if I have to tell you a way?" An Han smiled and said with a smile, and there was gradually a little more murderous intent in his eyes.

Capable people who cannot be used by him should not live in the world. An Han's hand, hidden under the wide robe, gradually tightened his grip on the armrest of the stool.

"A literati in Yutan can't think of a good way to defend the country or expand outward, but he can only predict part of the destiny of heaven, which is already a gift from God." Shen Yutan said neither humbly nor arrogantly, all his expressions were hidden under the curtain fence - he didn't lift the curtain fence today, so he was freer.

"It's too modest." An Han said, picked up the fold on the side and threw it at Shen Yutan's feet! There was a dull sound on the ground, and there was a faint flash of fire.

Shen Yutan did not move his footsteps, still light and light.

"Yutan, thank you for your compliment."