Faced with Yuyun's questioning, Li Yigong was silent.

There was a brief silence in the room, and neither of them said anything more.

Seeing Yuyun like this, Li Yigong had already expected it in his heart, so he left the Canglan Silkworm Shenjia and walked out alone.

Originally, he didn't want to bring up this matter too early, but now that he had two pieces in his hand, he couldn't afford to care about it if the strange race came to his door.

But fortunately, Jinghe has not performed out of the ordinary recently, which has made him feel a lot more at ease.

It is more appropriate to leave this matter to Yuyun to do, with the relationship between the two of them for many years, even if Jinghe is for the benefit of the weird clan, I believe it will not hurt Yuyun.

The moonlight shone into the room through the window paper, the candles in the room flickered and flickered, and the gray-robed young man on the bed gradually woke up from his coma.

The young man looked at the furnishings in the room, a strong smell of medicinal herbs lingering in his nostrils, and the pain on his body and the stimulation of the strong smell of medicine made him take a deep breath of cold air.

"You're awake,"

A majestic voice came from the corner where the candle flame could not shine, and a middle-aged man in a dragon robe sat there quietly, looking extremely lonely.

"You"

The boy opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say, and his mouth was full of bitterness.

"You really can't let it go"

The corner of the middle-aged man in the dragon robe showed a hint of banter on the corner of his mouth, as the king of a country, the world is under the control of his Nalan Zuojun.

The grasp of people's hearts is unparalleled, how can this little boy's mind escape from his Five Finger Mountain.

"Your Majesty, does what you said back then still count?"

The young man lowered his face and gently asked the extravagant words.

"You have no jokes!"

Hearing the young man's inquiry, Emperor Nalan Zuojun's face showed anger, but he quickly reined in, and his words were like golden words.

"Thank you"

"Remember to pay homage to your father when you have time."

When it comes to the young man's father, the usually majestic Nalan Zuojun rarely shows a sense of remembrance on his face, and at this moment he looks like an old man who has lost his friend for many years.

Nalan Zuojun flicked his sleeves and walked out alone.

The young man's eyes were hollow, the fingers of his two fists were clenched, he hated it, he hated his own incompetence.

I thought that after years of penance, I could rely on my strength to seek justice for my father's death, but I didn't expect to accept the thief's promise in the end.

When his father died unexpectedly, he was deeply shocked, and it was rumored that Emperor Nalan Zuojun was suspicious.

He was naïve and didn't believe it at the time, but he didn't expect that that night, Emperor Nalan Zuojun told him the truth personally.

The generalissimo who saved the country in danger was killed by the emperor whom he loyally protected, and any talk about the authority of the imperial power and the stability of the society was just an excuse for him.

It's a pity that after thinking about it that night, that man finally chose not to kill him, but let him go out to practice, and when he was successful in learning, let him inherit his father's mantle and allow him to be attached to the horse.

At that time, he knew that he was weak, but he still couldn't swallow that breath. After several springs, summers, autumns and winters, after experiencing the trials of life and death, and when his cultivation was enough to shock the entire Aocang Kingdom, he felt that the time had come.

However, he didn't expect an accident, although he used that strange thing, he still couldn't fight the other party, and now even his biggest reliance was taken away by that young man.

Now that he has been wronged, there may be a chance for revenge.

The boy began to think carefully about his next plan, perhaps in the eyes of the emperor, he was a little worm, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't make much waves.

Emperor Nalan Zuojun left the gray-robed boy's residence and wandered around the court aimlessly.

"As the king of a country, I don't go to rest so late, I have the energy to deal with state affairs, what are you wandering around" The voice of the cangist came from behind the emperor, the emperor was stunned for a moment, turned around, and saw the familiar figure.

"Old Ancestor"

Emperor Nalan Zuojun bowed respectfully and said, since the old ancestor Nalan Qingfeng retreated many years ago, it has never appeared again, and the contact between the two sides has always been transmitted to him by the old ancestor.

Now that I see it with my own eyes, I am very excited. After all, the old ancestor is the patron saint of the empire, and with his deterrence, the Quartet does not dare to anger the majesty of the royal family.

"The boy you let go of back then is back"

"Ancestor, you already know."

"He's really a good seedling, but I just don't know if it's true in his heart."

"If only Brother Xiao were still here"

"Do you regret it?"

"Ancestor, since the widow is the king of a country, he will naturally not be affected by the love of his children, but he has some pity in his heart."

"Zuo Jun, as a monarch, is not understood by the people of the world"

"Yes, Ancestor, I understand"

Nalan Qingfeng looked at Nalan Zuojun in front of him, once upon a time, that ignorant young man had truly become an emperor who could shoulder the burden of a country, which made him feel very gratified, the prosperity of a country is inseparable from a capable monarch.

"Ancestor, if you get that supreme treasure this time, it shouldn't be a problem to break through the realm of cutting paths, right?"

Nalan Zuojun saw that the old man looked so good now, and his energy was even better than before, and he couldn't help but look forward to getting the treasure in the ruins.

At the age of the old ancestor, the progress of cultivation is more difficult than ascending to the sky, and being able to refine further means the extension of lifespan, and it also means that the Nalan royal family can be stable for a long time.

And once the old ancestor can reach the realm of slashing the path, the Aocang Kingdom can become the overlord of the entire Eastern Regions, and it is not impossible to even unify the countries of the Eastern Regions, he feels excited to think about it.

"Alas, it's hard to say"

The old man sighed, he had nothing to hide from this most valued junior.

Nalan Qingfeng's words undoubtedly poured cold water on Nalan Zuojun, who was in a state of excitement, Nalan Zuojun still didn't believe it, in his eyes, the ancestor was omnipotent, he would definitely be able to.

"Ancestor, this time we have invited so many strong people, there should be no accidents"

Nalan Zuojun's face was a little grand, he had been waiting for so many years, how much time could he have to wait?

"Zuo Jun, your obsession is too heavy"

Nalan Qingfeng stretched out his withered hand and pressed it on Nalan Zuojun's shoulder, and a chill passed through Nalan Zuojun's heart, making him calm down suddenly.

"What the Ancestor said is,"

Nalan Zuojun, who was a little out of shape, said apologetically, seeing that the old ancestor didn't say anything, he returned to his original appearance.

Nalan Qingfeng didn't look at Nalan Zuojun anymore, turned around silently, and walked to his retreat step by step, the old figure looked from afar, as if he would fall at any time.

For as long as Nalan Zuojun can remember, Nalan Qingfeng has been guarding the Aocang royal family, and he doesn't know how many years there are, and this old man is so old that people forget his era.

After Nalan Qingfeng left, Nalan Zuojun also returned to the dormitory by himself. Sitting on the ground, how many years have I been waiting, and the dream of dominating the countries will never be allowed to come to naught.

He had given too much for this dream, and he touched the wrinkles on his face, and the urgency in his heart made his mood even more irritable.

From the day he sat on the throne, it became his lifelong dream to unify the kingdoms of the Eastern Regions. Only such great achievements in expanding the territory can be worthy of him, and he is determined to be the only king of the ages.

But how can this arrogant cang, who lives and works in peace and contentment, support him to realize his ideals, just like a toothless tiger, which is no longer a threat.

In order to build his own iron army, let Ao Cang accept the baptism of blood again, and awaken the blood buried deep in his bones, he did not hesitate to secretly send people to poison the prince of the Western Chu Kingdom, and provoked the strong Western Chu at that time to send troops to attack the Ao Cang Kingdom.

At that time, the country of Xichu was like a no-man's land, half of the country fell, and the soldiers and civilians of Aocang were bathed in the baptism of blood, and under the leadership of Xiao Shuhan, they were reborn from the fire, like a demon god in the world, and the Xichu was defeated and retreated.

Xiao Shuhan was able to fight well, not only recovering the mountains and rivers, but also turning half of the rivers and mountains of Xichu into the land of Aocang, which made him see the hope of realizing his ideals for the first time.

But on that day, the emperor who practiced for the army saw Xiao Shuhan's influence for the first time, and when he rewarded the soldiers with the wine that had been treasured in the palace for many years, no one dared to move.

He was originally elated, and he had a bad attack in the army that day, and after he came back, he broke a lot of things in the deep palace, which should have belonged to his own iron army.

From that day on, every late night, he would dream that he was surrounded by an army led by Xiao Shuhan, that he was driven down from the throne, and that the Nalan royal family was also wiped out.

Looking at Xiao Shuhan's respect for himself on weekdays, that loyalty made him stubbornly believe that the dream was the opposite, and in the eyes of the minister, it was impossible for Marshal Xiao to betray His Majesty in the world.

But he didn't expect that every night after that, the dream became more and more real every time, and finally his psychology couldn't bear it anymore and collapsed.

On that day, he looked like a demon, and made that difficult decision, asking the old ancestor to get rid of Xiao Shuhan and destroy his ideals himself.

I still remember how peaceful he slept late that night when Xiao Shuhan died.

It's just that in the days to come, he felt empty in his heart, and the god-given general who obeyed his orders would never be seen again.

Chop the grass to get rid of the roots, but in the face of that child, he was a little ashamed for the first time and let him go.

No one could understand him, and he sat quietly alone in the huge hall of words, not knowing what he was thinking. Finally, a trace of fatigue came up, Nalan Zuojun fell to the ground lightly, and a small impenetrable black mist emerged from his head and dissipated.

In the territory of Xichu, deep underground in the National Teacher's Mansion at this moment, a huge underground palace is hidden in it. The entire hall was pitch black, and water droplets continued to slide down from above, ticking and hitting the floor, blooming one after another.

In the depths of the main hall, an old woman with her hair scattered sat there, looking like she had run out of oil and was not old.

In its withered hand, there was a small black fragment, which was small, but there was a breathtaking black light circulating on it.

The old man, who seemed to be lifeless, suddenly opened his eyes, and from a distance, it looked like two green lanterns hanging there, and the messy hair on his head also flew up, revealing his white face with no trace of blood.

"Someone, escort!"

The sleeping emperor was awakened by a nightmare, screaming, and his entire back was soaked with cold sweat.

The soldiers on the night vigil rushed in quickly, and were relieved to find that His Majesty the Emperor was unharmed. If His Majesty the Emperor had three longs and two shorts, their lives would not be enough to compensate.