Chapter 8: Left and right are in a dilemma

The thin elder's words made everyone in the room thoughtful.

Yes, with Xiao Xiangyi's wisdom, it is rare to lose her cool, what can make her so impulsive, the answer is already coming out.

"Dad, what should we do?" asked Xiao Zisheng a little anxiously.

Xiao Jian waved his hand, asked his son to calm down for a while, and asked the tall and thin man, "Eighth brother, tell me your judgment!"

The tall man's name is Xiao Jun, he is alert and smart, and he is a wise man in the line of the great patriarch, and after hearing the eldest brother's inquiry, he hurriedly replied: "Big brother, according to the judgment of the younger brother, this matter should be related to Chenfeng, and he is likely to have returned to the fairy world." ”

Xiao Jian nodded slowly, "Old eight, what do you think we should do?"

"Cut the grass and eradicate the roots!" Xiao Jun replied without hesitation, "What the eldest prince said is extremely true, the eldest princess will never forget him, if he does not die, the eldest prince will never marry the eldest princess." ”

"Dad, what Uncle Eighth said is right, Morrowind is not dead, Sister Xiangyi can't die, the child wants to find the whereabouts of Morrowind himself, I must destroy his soul with my own hands, so that he has no chance of reincarnation. Xiao Zisheng said hatefully.

Xiao Jun echoed on the side: "Big brother, I can accompany the eldest prince to go together, please rest assured, as long as we find him, there is no possibility of him escaping." ”

Xiao Jian stroked his beard, closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and then said: "It's okay, then trouble the eighth brother to accompany Sheng'er on a trip, how to do it, you two will discuss it yourself." In addition, send someone to pay more attention to the movement of the Heavenly Star Sea, if the morning breeze has returned, there should be a reaction over there. ”

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After everyone dispersed, Xiao Zisheng invited Xiao Jun to his residence alone, and after entering the house, he invited Xiao Jun to sit on the main seat and personally poured him a cup of spiritual tea.

"Eighth Uncle, what should we do exactly, and please teach me Uncle Eight?"

Xiao Jun stroked his goatee and replied happily: "Eldest Prince, is this matter difficult to say, it is not difficult to say that it is not difficult, the key depends on how we make a move?"

"What does Uncle Eighth mean by this, please tell your nephew clearly. ”

"The eldest prince, it is not difficult to say, it means that it is not difficult to find someone, we only need to find Xiao Hatfeng and Yan'er, and there is news of Chenfeng. ”

Xiao Zisheng nodded, and asked with some understanding: "What Eighth Uncle said is difficult, does he mean how to get rid of the morning wind?"

"Yes, Morrowind must be killed, not only to kill but also to destroy its soul, only in this way can we stop the eldest princess's thoughts, but we can't kill it, at least, we can't leave the truth of killing. ”

"I understand, once we do it, we will definitely have a grudge against Sister Xiangyi, even if we get rid of Morrowind, I will no longer have a chance to marry Sister Xiangyi. ”

Xiao Jun stood up from his seat and patted him on the shoulder with his hand, "The eldest prince is a smart man, he can understand a little, we need to find a way to let Morrowind die at the hands of others."

At that time, the eldest princess will be heartbroken, the eldest prince can appear by her side at the right time, the sad woman is the most empty, and she needs to be comforted the most, this opportunity to take advantage of the void, isn't it. ”

Xiao Zisheng clapped his hands vigorously, and said loudly with joy on his face: "Okay, I'll listen to you, Eighth Uncle, just tell me what to do!"

Xiao Jun sneered, "This matter is not in a hurry, let's find someone first and then talk about it, this murderous knife, Eighth Uncle has already looked for it for you, I think, he should be willing to carry this black cauldron." ”

Xiao Zisheng was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses, "Eighth Uncle is talking about Chen Haotian, right?"

Xiao Jun didn't answer him, just looked at him with a smile, and the uncle and nephew laughed together.

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After saying goodbye to Xiao Zisheng, Xiao Jun returned to his home, and when he walked into the house, he immediately relaxed, his shrewd eyes became calm, and his expression became much kinder.

"Brother Jun is back. A woman hurried up to him, took him by the arm, and went into the inner chamber with him.

"Madam, what about the people?" Xiao Jun asked casually.

"Still meditating in the practice room, my son has been making rapid progress recently, and it is estimated that he will soon be able to enter the infant stage of the Rank Yuan. The woman replied with a smile.

Xiao Jun was very happy when he heard it, and he stroked his beard and laughed.

The woman helped him to sit in his seat, and she sat down beside her husband.

"Husband, listen to my father, you bullied the eldest princess again today. ”

Xiao Jun's eyebrows furrowed, "Does Old Taishan have something to say that you want to tell me?"

The woman smiled unnaturally, "My father only told me about this matter, and he didn't have anything for me to tell you, but I have a few words for my wife to talk to you." ”

"Oh, ma'am, please. ”

"Husband, I was good friends with the eldest princess when I was a child, and I still know a little bit about her temperament.

Please forgive me for saying that the true temperament of the eldest princess is by no means what you see, she is soft on the outside and strong on the inside, and she is not an ordinary woman.

The reason why she endured it again and again was because she didn't want to see the tragic scene of killing her relatives, and you forced her so repeatedly, once she made up her mind, I am afraid it will be the time of the destruction of our family. ”

Xiao Jun was silent, and after a long time, he sighed heavily.

"Madame's words are true, I don't know this truth, it's just... Now, I can only help the great patriarch to get the throne as soon as possible, and there is no turning back when I open the bow, which is easy to get on the car, but difficult to get off!"

Both husband and wife were sad and sighed for a while.

......

The back garden of the Tianze King's Palace is fresh and the birds are singing and fragrant. In a library deep in the garden, a middle-aged scribe stood behind a bookcase.

This person has a handsome face and outstanding demeanor, dressed in a light cyan robe, and his long hair is scattered casually on his shoulders, which is the current Tianze Wang Chen Haotian.

On the table in front of him, there are the four treasures of the study and various paints, and at this moment, he is seriously sketching a picture of a beauty.

The veils around the pavilion are hanging, dimly reflecting the outside scenery, and an incense burner is placed in the corner on the side, and a faint green mist is rising.

Outside the palace, surrounded by streams, flowing water dingdong, there is a small bridge over the water, the open space is planted with green bamboo, through the quiet and elegant.

There is also a sub-hall on the side, in which there are musicians and drummers, silk and bamboo are long, bells and drums are melodious, and the sound of winding around the beam is endless.

At this time, an attendant walked into the library and whispered to Chen Haotian: "King Qiqi, Prime Minister Tang Zhengquan asks to see!"

Chen Haotian didn't look up, and the movements in his hands didn't stop, and he replied casually: "Xuan!"

"Yes!" the chamberlain bowed back.

A moment later, an old man walked in, this person was dignified, not angry, and knelt down to salute when he saw Chenhaotian.

"Minister, Tang Zhengquan see the king!"

Chen Haotian still didn't look up, and continued to draw intently, and after a while, he finally sketched the last stroke, and then sighed lightly and slowly straightened up.

In the picture, a graceful and luxurious beauty jumps on the paper, with a beautiful face and a graceful and slender posture, none other than the portrait of the eldest princess Xiao Xiangyi.