When the pastries and rice wine were delivered together, the diligent Qingyuan Emperor had played a lot of excerpts, and his face became a little ugly in the process of criticism.

Just now he saw a very interesting fold, there are zombies infested in Qingshui Town.

He was furious.

He knew very well that the zombie scourge many years ago had been completely extinct, and there could be no new zombies, so the zombies described in this compromise were very unusual, and could only be refined by monks.

If it can appear once, then it will definitely appear a second time, and once something starts, if you don't do it ruthlessly, things will be unimaginable.

Therefore, this Qingyuan Emperor rarely used the monks in his hands, and he wanted to investigate all this thoroughly.

The zombie scourge must never appear in Kyungwon again.

When the news he sent was transmitted and spread by the monks, the mountain and wild cultivators in the capital of Qingyuan were shocked.

Needless to say, the harm of zombies is clear to everyone, even unscrupulous wild cultivators will not use these methods, which is simply no different from evil ways.

Therefore, all the monks suddenly made a lot of noise, and they sent people to Qingshui Town to check the reason.

The already turbulent Qingyuan Kingdom is now even more overflowing.

The figure looked at everything the emperor did, his expression did not fluctuate in the slightest, only Emperor Qingyuan had anything to do with him, and as for what other things were, he couldn't take it to heart.

Even the son of Emperor Qingyuan is the same.

After Emperor Qingyuan was angry, he sat down on the chair, his face was finally much better-looking, he picked up a piece of pastry and put it in his mouth, washed it down with rice wine, and then said to the figure: "Tell me, what did I, the second son who did not succeed, do, or how many people did I win over?"

He knows a lot, and as the controller of this country, he must also know this, and it is also expected that Li Shichang will worship Mr. Muhua as a teacher, and what makes him curious is the people that Mr. Muhua has seen.

Mr. Mu Hua's origin is mysterious, and he only knows one or two of them, including the advanced cultivation, so the person who can see Mr. Mu Hua must not be a mortal, and he must be extremely outstanding in some aspects.

The figure said calmly: "It is a sword cultivator, his hometown is Dali, he has killed a lot of people all the way to Qingyuan, so there are also many famous names, the last time he appeared was to kill a Taoist monk in Qingshui Town, and the zombie that His Majesty said before was also ambushed by him." ”

After hearing this, Emperor Qingyuan stretched his brows a little, he didn't care whether the sword cultivator was a Qingyuan person, as long as he could do things for Qingyuan, after all, the Sword Sect was in Qingyuan, and the truth that existed on it was enough for all the sword cultivators in the world to learn for a lifetime, and the sword cultivator who stayed in Qingyuan for a lifetime was naturally a Qingyuan person.

And what he really cared about was that Mr. Mu Hua, a Confucian monk, went to talk to a sword cultivator, and no matter which way he thought about it, it was a little weird.

Therefore, he was extremely interested.

The music has been almost approved, and there are still some left, so I will simply send it to the prince's east palace to see what the prince means, first, to test his ability, and second, to give him some opportunities.

The way of scheming, balance is important.

The prince has been shouting that he wants to come to the prison country and help him deal with political affairs, although he is concerned, but it means that the old emperor with deep power skills naturally understands that it is nothing more than Li Shichang's actions a lot, which affects the status of the prince.

The two sons were at odds.

He did not object, but was happy to see it, and no matter who sat on the throne of the two sons, it was okay for him.

After sending the song out, there was a plate of exquisite pastries and a pot of rice wine in a silver kettle left on the bookcase of the imperial study.

Emperor Qingyuan enjoyed this rare moment of leisure, and put his feet on the bookcase in high spirits, showing a somewhat relaxed demeanor.

The good thing about the emperor is that he can do whatever he wants.

Probably not.

He couldn't drive those orthodox monks.

The figure will tell the details of what he has learned in the liquor store, and he will not know anything about some of the information that Mr. Muhua does not want him to know.

In the final analysis, his cultivation is also weak.

After eating the plate of pastries, Emperor Qingyuan smiled and said: "The little sword cultivator of the sword qi realm, when did Mr. Mu Hua even put this kind of person in his eyes, but he must have a deep meaning in doing this, maybe that sword cultivator has a great background." ”

However, it is unlikely that the Sword Sect that Sword Cultivation relies on is in Qingyuan, and as the emperor, he knows all the Sword Sect's sword cultivation on the bright side, even if this little Sword Cultivator has a big background, he should not be able to escape the Sword Sect.

I didn't have to worry about it.

It's just that recently, Emperor Qingyuan and the Sword Sect have had some contradictions, and now there are not many sword cultivators in the capital of Qingyuan Kingdom, and it is when the relationship is tense, and Mr. Mu Hua, as the master of the prince, actually went to see a sword cultivator of the Sword Sect, which means that the emperor has to think more.

Emperor Qingyuan knocked on the table and made a sound, closed his eyes and pondered, and said after a long time.

"What else are they talking about?"

The figure looked up at the emperor and said calmly: "Other than that, there are only two words, autumn wind." ”

"Autumn wind?" Emperor Qingyuan smiled: "Now is the time when the snow is falling in the cold winter, even if there is wind, it can only be the winter wind, where does the autumn wind come from, if I am not mistaken, it must be the sword cultivator's sword, these sword cultivators have always been named strange and strange, it is not surprising." ”

"But why did Mr. Mu Hua mention the sword cultivation and matching the sword for no reason, and deliberately let you know, there must be some deep meaning in it, wait for you to ask those sword cultivators after you leave, and see what is so great about Qiu Feng. ”

After drinking the last sip of rice wine, Emperor Qingyuan felt that his whole body was warm, as if he had inexhaustible strength pouring out of his body, making him miss the queen inexplicably.

Maybe it's the pastry?

Now that he thinks about it, he hasn't been to the queen's bedroom for half a month, and it should be too late to go now.

But the queen's love to toss was firmly engraved in his heart, holding his waist with some faint pain, and he sighed inexplicably.

The queen has always wanted another prince.

Therefore, he was tossed very much, and finally hid in the imperial study to avoid the queen's complaining eyes.

Now it seems that there is really no escape?

Just go over there.

Emperor Qingyuan quickly spoke: "These days, let Zheng Qing pay more attention to that sword cultivator, and if necessary, you can ask the people of Dali, be secretive, don't let that emperor be frightened." ”

The figure nodded, speechless.

The emperor knew that he had this kind of temperament, and he didn't care, he just said: "You don't worry, if something urgent happens, you can help that sword cultivator, the end of the year is approaching, some cows, ghosts, snakes and gods are about to jump out, and it doesn't hurt to kill some." ”

The figure said calmly: "I know, I'll pay attention." ”

Emperor Qingyuan nodded and didn't say anything more.

Get up and leave the study.

The figure slowly dissipated.