Zheng Xize stood outside the hall, stretched out his hand to arrange his clothes, and then followed the servant in.

"The king is safe."

Zheng Xize saluted.

"You're one by one today."

Ji Xin smiled.

"The minister did not dare to slack off for a moment what the king commanded."

He presented the fold in his hand.

"The Imperial Pavilion is really fast, and it is difficult for the Imperial Commander to match it."

Ji Xin looked at the items mentioned in the fold in his hand and slowly stood up.

"The Tingwei Division and the Imperial Pavilion each perform their duties, Zheng Qing doesn't have to be too humble, but this time the two divisions have worked together to achieve good results."

There was a look of satisfaction on her face.

"This time the king will eradicate this scourge in one fell swoop."

The voice of the auditor was resolute and cold.

"Summoning Chenye back to the capital."

"Yes."

Zheng Xize bowed down to receive the order, he did not doubt his determination at all, he had seen so many open guns and hidden arrows with the king in the past few years, but anyone who was hated by the king had no good end.

Of course, at this moment, Haotian is immersed in a joyful atmosphere, and the center of this national attention event is Haotian Fengjun.

Feng Jun is a noble person in addition to the Haotian monarch, although he has always been forbidden to participate in political affairs, but he is still placed above ten thousand people, Feng Jun's status as a royal husband can make him always by the king's side, since ancient times, the person who can blow the wind in the king's ears is either blood-related, or pillow people.

Who can become the king of Fengjun naturally caused a controversy.

When Jimo Qinghe took Meng Jun and Yidong to this land, almost all the teahouses and shops were discussing this interesting thing, and even the underground casinos began to bet on which one would be the final candidate for Fengjun and ascend to the position of Fengjun.

"I bet on the son of the Marquis Mo Changfeng, I heard that he is strong in martial arts, only eight fights high, born extremely handsome, behaves well on weekdays, loves to chant poetry, I don't think there is anyone in the family who can compare with him."

Someone in the tea house where Moqing and the rest were resting said while betting ten taels of silver.

"You bet on Mo Changfeng, then I bet on Futu, that is the son of Lord Futu on the Imperial History Terrace, and I heard that the king likes younger ones, do you think Lord Futu can work hard?"

Jimo Qinghe was wearing a hat, as if he thought it was funny, and put down the tea cup for drinking.

Meng Jun has already recognized his own head from the bottom of his heart, but when he heard this, he only felt that these people were too discerning, and just wanted to say something, he ran into the teahouse while shouting.

"Big news, big news!"

"What's the big news?"

People gathered around.

"You can't guess, I heard that Zheng Xize, the doctor of the Imperial Palace, is also ready to participate in this election of Fengjun!"

The corners of Ji Moqing's lips with a hint of a smile suddenly converged.

Zheng Xize......

A hint of danger flashed in his eyes.

"It's time to go."

Because of the undercurrent of Fengjun's belonging in Haotian, Kangping is even more ready to move.

Self-cultivation looked at the secret letter in his hand and pondered.

"Young master, the situation in Kangping is tense, now I'm afraid it's ......"

You Xi said.

"If you want to go, then go."

Hongchou did not oppose him.

Zixiu looked up at Hong Chou and saw that Hong Chou looked calm.

"Thank you."

He finally spoke.

This thank you made Hong Chip stunned, and then he laughed.

"I'm a blind old man, I don't have any skills, you still have a lot of way to go in self-cultivation, don't lose your heart."

Even if self-cultivation has long been unshakable, getting along with each other these days will inevitably make him occasionally moved.

This middle-aged man who knew that he only had the word "use" made him see a generous mind that he had never seen before, and he didn't agree with his choice, but he could still feel his sincerity.

"It's time to return."

Zixiu looked into the distance and said.

If everyone abandons me, I will abandon them, everything in this world is impermanent, and who will determine that I need a miserable end.

He remembered this sentence, remembered the pain of being abandoned and betrayed again and again, and never forgot it.