Chapter 8: Jealousy
The Royal Palace, the Imperial Study.
Lin Xuan leaned back on the dragon chair and rubbed her temples.
Wen Yan on the side said with concern. "Your Majesty, rest early."
"Let's wait a little longer."
Lin Xuan watched the music handed by the Ministry of Rites today, so what else do you have to rest?
If he starts cutting the land as soon as he succeeds to the throne, then what face will he have to lead the people of the Apocalypse in the future.
"Elder Wen, has the new Shenwu General been recruited?"
"There is no suitable candidate yet."
The wrinkles on Wen Yan's face were squeezed into a ball, and according to the treatment given by the Apocalypse now, it is estimated that high-level cultivators will not be able to look at it.
"Hey."
Lin Xuan seemed to have made up her mind. "Elder Wen, send a letter to Thousand Machines City."
"Thousand Machine City?"
Wen Yan's eyes were very complicated. "Your Majesty, the king of Thousand Machines City is ......"
"I know, do it."
At this time, a spy suddenly appeared outside the imperial study.
"Come in."
"Yes."
The spy walked quickly to Lin Xuan's side and whispered a few words.
Lin Xuan's face immediately changed. "Old Wen, you go back first,"
After speaking, Lin Xuan rushed to the small courtyard.
Small courtyard.
Ye Xiong was lying on the bed gesturing his fingers, and sword qi was swimming back and forth in midair.
Suddenly.
Mo Yu shouted at the door. "Greetings to Your Majesty."
"Get out of the way." Lin Xuan directly pushed open the door and walked in.
"Your Majesty, haven't you rested so late?" Ye Xiong got up and sat on the edge of the bed and smiled.
"Let's all go down."
After Lin Xuan finished speaking coldly, those palace maids and eunuchs disappeared without a trace.
"You don't seem happy?"
In the past three years, Ye Xiong has rarely seen Lin Xuan lose his temper.
"It's okay, don't you know in your heart?" After Lin Xuan sat down, she sneered.
"I don't know."
Ye Xiong had an honest expression.
"Okay, then let me remind you, what are you doing at Concubine Liu?"
Lin Xuan's voice carried a hint of jealousy.
"In the past three years, you have never gone to anyone in the palace, and now that your father is gone, you have started to go to Concubine Liu....."
"Ahem."
Ye Xiong's face was innocent. "I thought something was going on!"
"Isn't that a big deal?" Lin Xuan's voice raised a few degrees.
"I didn't have anything with her, just small talk."
Ye Xiong explained.
"Really?"
Lin Xuan obviously didn't believe it, who Concubine Liu was, she still knew a little bit in her heart, after all, Concubine Liu's reputation in the palace was not very good.
"If you don't believe me, I can't help it." Ye Xiong waved his hand helplessly.
"What's your attitude!"
Lin Xuan slapped the table violently, and in the next second, tears were in her eyes.
"Are you alright?"
Ye Xiong hurriedly jumped off the bed, gently picked up Lin Xuan's right hand and began to blow.
Lin Xuan's heart felt as if she had been electrocuted at this time, and her body stiffened.
Half an hour later.
Ye Xiong continued to explain. "I really don't have anything to do with her, otherwise I wouldn't have let you know."
Lin Xuan snorted only to find that Ye Xiong was naked.
"You...."
"What's wrong with me?"
Ye Xiong said, straightened his waist, and the muscle lines on his body became more obvious.
"You...."
Lin Xuan tilted her head to the side. "You look like a seriously ill person there?"
"Haha."
Ye Xiong touched his head. "Maybe God has mercy and made me feel better, right?"
"Is that good?"
Lin Xuan was speechless, and unconsciously peeked at it.
"My empress wife, do you want to stay and sleep tonight?"
Ye Xiong looked at Lin Xuan jokingly.
"Dreaming!"
Lin Xuan seemed to have forgotten the purpose of coming, and dropped a sentence when she got up to leave.
"Don't forget, who you are."
"Interesting."
Ye Xiong looked at Lin Xuan, who was fleeing in the wilderness, and raised his right hand to smell the residual fragrance on it.
"Brother Xuan, your sister really gives me a headache!"
The next day, early in the morning.
Mo Yu's screams came from outside. "There are assassins!"
Boom.
Ye Xiong appeared in the courtyard.
In the yard.
Tang Fei and Qingfeng looked embarrassed.
"Your Highness, run!"
Mo Yu used his petite body to block in front of Ye Xiong.
"Boss, is this person having a brain problem, I have explained..."
Qingfeng pointed at Mo Yu and complained.
"Boss?"
When Mo Yu heard this title, his whole person was stunned.
"Mo Yu."
Ye Xiong called softly, he didn't expect this maid who had just come to be so loyal.
"The slave is here."
As soon as Mo Yu knelt down, he was slowly lifted up by an invisible force.
"They're my friends, and I don't want any outsiders to know about today's events, understand?"
Alien?
A blush appeared on Mo Yu's face. What His Highness just meant was that he was...
"Boss, I didn't expect you to be so good at flirting with girls." Qingfeng said with a sigh of relief.
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Ye Xiong called Mo Yu helplessly. "Let's go get something to eat."
"Eun."
Mo Yu knew that he had lost his temper just now, so he hurriedly covered his face and ran out.
"Ah Fei, why don't you speak?"
Ye Xiong turned his head to look at Tang Fei with a calm face.
"Boss, I feel like you've changed a lot, and it's completely different from before."
Tang Fei, who had a cold face, said slowly.
"We are human beings, not gods, and even if we are gods, we will change." Ye Xiong said lightly.
"Is it really worth it to stay?"
Tang Fei was now a sect-level combat power, and for the past three years, he had been cultivating desperately every day, just to revitalize the sect and wait for Ye Xiong's return.
The moment he heard Ye Xiong summon him.
He was ready to go down the mountain to make a name for himself in the Heavenly Sword Gate.
But I didn't expect that Ye Xiong's arrangement was.... Actually make yourself a general of a tattered dynasty?
"You're questioning me?"
Ye Xiong's expression suddenly became serious.
"Don't dare."
Tang Fei confessed, but his right hand clenched his natal weapon, the Blood Death Sword.
According to the rules of the Heavenly Sword Sect, the introductory disciples all use wooden swords, and the inner disciples use the Xuantie sword, so that high-level disciples can officially start looking for their natal swords.
Once the natal sword is determined, it is a weapon that will accompany you throughout your life.
And the reason why the Heavenly Sword Sect is so powerful is because of the method of cultivating people and swords at the same time in its exercises.
"Ah Fei, don't I know you yet?" With a wave of Ye Xiong's hand, the entire courtyard was isolated by an invisible force.
"Don't you just want to practice with me?"
"Hey, hey."
Tang Feihan laughed.
"However, I haven't found the natal sword yet, so let's replace it with this wooden sword."
With that, Ye Xiong walked to the wooden table, picked up a small wooden sword and played with it.
"Boss, you're too...."
Qing Feng couldn't stand it, after all, he knew that Tang Fei's Blood Death Sword was not so easy to deal with.
"That's it."
Ye Xiong made a good fighting posture. "Come on."
Tang Fei was also unambiguous, holding the Blood Sword with both hands.
"Boss, let's just try a trick."
"Yes."
Ye Xiong threw the wooden sword in his hand into the air, and the spiritual power of the peak of the supreme level was instantly released.
All of a sudden, the air in the small courtyard became extremely agitated.
Tang Fei's palms began to sweat, but there was a monstrous battle intent on his face.
"Seven forms of blood, seven forms, reincarnation of the sea of blood."
I saw that a sea of blood seemed to rise behind Tang Fei.
Countless murderous auras sealed the surrounding space.
"Kill!"
Don flew away.
The Blood Sword flashed.
In front of Ye Xiong, a shield formed by countless wooden swords suddenly appeared.
Bang.
Shattered shields.
Qingfeng was taken aback. "The boss lost?"
The next second.
Tang Fei's back was already covered by a wooden sword.
"Ah Fei, it's troublesome, look at my small courtyard." Ye Xiong said with some reproach.