A smug smile appeared on King Xiang's lips.

This is what a slave should be. He thought to himself.

King Xiang's chest was swept away, he turned his head, condescendingly looked at Rong Hao, who was subservient to his feet, and reprimanded softly: "It's not okay to discuss with you with a good voice and good spirit, you have to stand up to the posture of the prince, you are afraid." In other words, a slave is a slave and a slave, born with a cheap bone. King Xiang snorted coldly: "I want to be the king of Nanqi Xiang, can I still be scared by the Donggu Xie clan?" Joke! What a joke! ”

Rong Hao somewhat understands King Xiang's temperament, and knows that he must hate Xie Langjun, so he will speak like this. Rong Hao's forehead was cold, and his eyes were sour. He was a cheap life, and it was not a pity to die. But if he caused unnecessary trouble to Xie Jiulang because of his inappropriate words, then he would really be unforgivable.

"You are not sharp-tongued, and you keep saying how the Donggu Xie clan is. Why don't you talk about it now? Dumb? The tip of King Xiang's boots gently lifted Rong Hao's chin, forcing him to look at him, "As a slave, I was born with a good skin, which is used to please my master." Xie Jiu taught you that he didn't even listen to me. If you were me, would you spare him? ”

King Xiang did not hate Xie Jiulang just because of Rong Hao, his initial curiosity to jealousy, and then disgust for Xie Jiulang all stemmed from His Majesty the Emperor's favor to King Jin.

Only one person can inherit that dragon chair. Before King Jin appeared, the supreme throne was in his pocket.

The King of Jin was born and received the emperor's favor. He was immediately reduced to a dispensable little trick to assist from the side.

He was born and raised in the palace. The palace is his final destination. The king of Jin who suddenly appeared took away the throne, father's love, honor, everything, everything that belonged to him, and the king of Jin took it away.

Why could the King of Jin rely on the Donggu Xie clan, and his request for assistance from Weng Weng was politely refused?

King Xiang was unwilling, and he couldn't bear it calmly. He hated King Jin, and even more jealous of Xie Jiu, who assisted King Jin in seeking everything.

Rong Hao and Xie Jiu didn't get along for more than a month, so they changed their stomachs and became the annoying Rong Hao. King Xiang believed that Rong Hao was bewitched by Xie Jiu, and hated Xie Jiu even more.

Tracing back to the source, Xie Jiu is the culprit. Without him planning for King Jin, it is unknown that he might be able to regain his father's love.

However, even if King Xiang hated Xie Jiu, was jealous, and even wanted to teach him a hard lesson, even if Xie Jiu's appearance could not enter King Xiang's eyes. King Xiang still couldn't help but want to get the opportunity to spend the night with Xie Jiu. As far as King Xiang is concerned, Xie Jiu is very different from Zuo Yan, Rong Hao or Xiao Qi. He came from a family and was very talented. Especially he is the heart and soul of King Jin. If you take Xie Jiu, you can hit King Jin hard!

Thinking of this, King Xiang was full of ambition, as if the Ming Dynasty could succeed.

Rong Hao's eyes were always lowered, and he cautiously stared at the top of Xiangwang's boots embroidered with a dancing unicorn, trying not to make eye contact with Xiangwang.

The strange thing is that Rong Hao is restrained by King Xiang, but he is not afraid of King Xiang at all. However, Rong Hao knew that only by making a cowardly appearance could he calm the anger of King Xiang.

"How dare the slave disobey the king?" Rong Hao's plump red lips trembled, and even his voice trembled slightly.

King Xiang smiled even more, and the tip of his boot was sent forward, reaching Rong Hao's throat, and teasing: "If this is a sharp blade, with a light touch, it can kill you!" ”

When Rong Hao heard this, he shuddered, and his teeth touched the gums, gurgling.

King Xiang's eyebrows were bent, like a cat teasing the gray squirrel in his palm, and asked him, "Scared?" ”

Fear!

He is not afraid of King Xiang, he is afraid of death.

The corners of Rong Hao's lips raised slightly, trying his best to hide the thinness in his eyes with fear.

King Xiang only treated Rong Hao as soft, and kicked Rong Hao's neck his toes.

This kick was not light, Rong Hao was like a willow leaf in the wind, lying on his back on the ground, his back was clumped in pain, curled sideways, and he couldn't stop coughing.

King Xiang spat him and reprimanded: "It's like it!" ”

Rong Hao's cheeks were high and swollen, and his face was flushed due to poor breath, and his beautiful facial features were wrinkled.

King Xiang was disappointed, and said impatiently: "I knew this was the case, so I didn't bother to run this trip, I was really unlucky!" After that, he was indignant and walked away.

Rong Hao coughed while watching the back of King Xiang. But seeing him stride forward, he soon disappeared into the night. Rong Hao immediately returned to normal and let out a long sigh of relief. The wooden door of the side hall was wide open, bringing in gusts of cold wind, and Rong Hao didn't feel the coolness at all. He couldn't stop rubbing his back drum, and muttered, "I have to send a letter to Xie Langjun." "King Fang Cai Xiang revealed his malice towards Xie Langjun. Rong Hao was anxious to report this matter to Xie Langjun, and he could also take precautions as soon as possible.

Sending a letter outside the palace is too difficult for Rong Hao, a little yellow door who works as an errand in Daping Palace and has no roots.

Go to Yongning Palace early tomorrow morning to ask Brother Dou for an idea! It is a matter of Xie Langjun's safety, and Brother Dou will definitely help him with this.

The drums beat the fourth watch, and Yushu and Deng Xuan were still in the study, considering the words used in the text.

The Zhang family successively sent two or three waves of people to urge.

What Zhang didn't expect was that the people she sent were all trapped in Deng Xuan's deep and circuitous voice without exception, unable to extricate themselves.

"It's a pity that the posture of the heavens and the appearance of the immortals, but they have been abused and suffered, and finally the dust returns to dust, the earth returns to the earth, goes to the Lechuan River, drinks a bowl of Meng Po soup, and rushes to the next reincarnation......" Deng Xuan said this, suddenly paused, looked at Yushu, and asked: "Should the word reincarnation be accentuated?" ”

Yushu twisted her eyebrows and pondered, shook her head, and said: "These two words bite a little lightly and float a little, which is more convincing." ”

Poria yawned and asked in confusion, "Why is it convincing to bite words?" Shouldn't it be heavier? ”

Deng Xuan pondered for a while, understood Yushu's intentions, and opened his mouth to solve Poria's doubts: "Reincarnation is something that the living have never experienced. If the words are heavy, it will make people feel untrustworthy and unreal. A little bit of fiction can make people feel more immersive. ”

Jin Chuan covered his mouth, yawned, and nodded half-understandingly, "Yes, yes." That's exactly what it is. With that, he tilted his head and leaned on Yinchuan's shoulder, drowsy.

Yushu saw her hard work, so she said to Deng Xuan: "Let's come here, let's carve it carefully tomorrow, so that if you don't make a sound, it will be a blockbuster!" It's getting late, so let's stay in the house today. ”

Deng Xuan's jaw first said yes.

Yushu turned to Jin Chuan and the others and instructed, "You go and pick up a side room for the head of the chrysanthemum." ”

Jin Chuan got the order, and his sleepiness disappeared, and he went down to work with Yin Chuan and Poria Cocos.

As soon as the three of them left, the study immediately returned to silence.

Yushu put away the text, and said to Deng Xuan with a smile: "You really have eyesight, Wu Zhongen's Gonghou really played well." Hu Xianzhi's pipa is not bad. With the help of the two of them, it was really like the icing on the cake. ”

"Wu Zhongen said to the little one that the drum music made by the lady can make people leave all their troubles behind and immerse themselves in it." Deng Xuan's mere listening to Wu Zhongen's narration was very inspired, not to mention how honored Wu Zhongen, as a part of the drum music, was to be able to participate in such a grand event.

The opportunity was not easy to come by, Deng Xuan envied Wu Zhongen and Hu Xianzhi, who were able to get this opportunity.

"Only those who are fully engaged can be fully immersed in it." Yushu did not hesitate to praise Wu Zhongen.