If it weren't for that scar, what a beautiful face this would be, with love and majesty between his eyebrows and eyes, and when he looked at Fang Dusk, he was even more appreciative. Under Cong Miao's reminder, Fang Duan hurriedly lowered his head.

"Aiqing knows the rules very well," the saint said, "The widow couldn't sleep well last night, and he was anxious to hear how Aiqing received this strange treasure." National Teacher, you have whetted the appetite of the widow!" Qing Zhi smiled slightly, poured the court, she said, "The Holy Lord is wrong, yesterday Fang Dui's body was weak, I am afraid that I will not be able to support it halfway through." When the time comes, the Holy One will only hear half of it, and won't his heart be even more anxious?"

"Hahaha, Qingzhi's mouth has always been one of the best!" Sheng Shang laughed heartily, "Then Fang Aiqing will say it carefully at this time!"

Regarding what happened in the small courtyard, Fang Duan tried to be as concise as possible. During this period, a lot of details were omitted, but the people in the court still listened with relish, sometimes frowning, sometimes nervous, and sometimes laughing. Even the saint praised, "Aiqing is witty, and she actually tells a thrilling thing in a funny way, even more powerful than those storytellers!"

The saint suddenly turned around, sat down on the dragon chair, and said in a deep voice, "It's just the national teacher, can you tell Fang Aiqing the importance of this strange treasure?" Qingzhi hesitated for a moment, and last night Cong Miao Xiaozhi moved her with reason and affection, persuading her not to let Fang Du fall into the quagmire. It's not that she didn't listen, but now that she can't help it. ‘’

"Yes, the minister has already said it. Qing Zhi replied. Shengshang nodded with satisfaction, "Okay, everyone Aiqing is tired of listening today, and the widow is also tired, Fang Aiqing, you come with me, the others are all scattered!"

A palace man came up to guide Fang Dui, he glanced back at Cong Miao and Qing Zhi, the expressions on their faces were complicated, but more worried. Fang Du smiled at them, and walked out of the Yanbo Zhiyuan Hall with the palace man, and walked towards the upper study.

At this moment, the saint had already changed into his regular clothes, and Fang Duan fell to his knees, but was helped up by a pair of calloused hands. Fang Du looked at the hand in confusion, and the saint said, "Fang Aiqing has very little observation, when the widow was young, he was also a person who practiced martial arts, and he personally led the soldiers to fight bloody battles on the battlefield, and watched them be beheaded by the enemy in order to protect our homeland, and lost their lives! Their parents, wives and children, are still at home hoping that they can return victorious! The widow hates them deeply, and they can't bring their souls back to their homeland, and they can only bury their bones in a foreign land, Fang Aiqing, do you know how painful it is in the hearts of the widows? In the middle of the night, the widow will always see the body without a head, surrounding the widow, constantly turning, turning, refusing to leave for a long time!"

Pain, fear, it shouldn't have appeared on the face of this person who was above 10,000 people, but Fang Duan really saw it. Every war brings people a disaster that is far more than what they see, and Fang Du hopes that there will never be war in the world.

"Fang Aiqing, no, I can call you Fang Dui, right?" Sheng Shang turned around and wiped the corners of his eyes, Fang Dui said, "Of course you can." "Fang Dui, do you know how ecstatic the widow was when the national master brought this bronze sword back? There are too many souls of our soldiers under this sword, and the widow has tried his best to do nothing. It's just that the national teacher told the widow that if he wants to completely conquer this sword, it is not an easy market. To tell you the truth, too many people died before you, Fang Duan, you really did the widow a great favor!"

Cong Miao told Fang Duan that the saint cared about him as a person, and even more so about the sword, he must have a plan. Fang Du was not a man who could speak eloquently, he asked bluntly, "What does the Holy Lord want me to do?"

The saint was stunned, and then laughed, "You are such an interesting person, no one has ever dared to talk to a widow like this." But Fang Duan, the widow likes your straightforward temperament, because only such a person will not say one thing and do another thing behind your back. Fang Dusk, the widow will show you something!"

The long table in the study was full of musicals, and the saint took out one of them and handed it to Fang Dui. Fang Duser flinched, he knew that this was not what he should see. The saint said, "No hindrance, the widow allows it, you can watch." Fang Duan opened it, and his face changed greatly after only half of it.

"This, Holy One!" Fang Dui's palms were covered with cold sweat, and the things described on the locked chapter were too bizarre and terrifying. But the saint told him, "This incident happened half a month ago, and after thinking about it, there was no one in the court available! Even if it was the king of Zhenbei, he went, but he was only sent to death! But now it is different, the widow has you, Fang Dui, the country, and the safety of the people, it is all on you!"

The sunset dyed half of the sky blood-red, and Fang Dusk appeared in front of the palace gate. Behind him, Manager Wei was smiling all over his face, and kept saying things like "General Fang has a bright future", but Cong Miao saw that there was a wry smile on the corner of Fang Duan's mouth.

After getting into the carriage, Cong Miao couldn't wait to ask, "What does the Holy Lord want you to do?" We have already thought about it, although there are some small battles at the border, it is not very important. Fang Dui, you don't have to worry, I can help you solve these little things. By the way, what official position did the Holy Lord confer on you?"

When he left the palace, Fang Duan had already changed into armor, and he thought carefully for a while before he remembered, "The Holy Lord has sealed me as the Great General of the Demon Breaker on the Side!" Cong Miao was visibly trembling, "What, General of the Demon Breaker?" Fang Dui, you, you agreed?"

"It seems that the prince also knows about this, but the saint said that after the chapter was sent, only the saint had seen it, how did the prince know about it?" Fang Duan looked at Cong Miao with deep meaning, Cong Miao was slightly embarrassed, "You also know that probing the holy will is what we courtiers must do." Moreover, the movement of the border is related to the safety of the people, and I always pay attention to it. ”

Fang Du said, "It is said that those people, no, monsters, are no different from ordinary people, and they cannot be distinguished from their appearance and clothing alone. It's just that they are invulnerable, and they are not afraid of fire and flooding, and the soldiers have nothing to do. Cong Miao nodded heavily, "Yes, for this, I don't know how many soldiers have died." Now there are not many of those monsters, if they can never suffer in the future, it is good, if they grow, I am afraid that the future troubles will be endless!"

"Then, does the prince know where these monsters came from?" There are many small border countries, and Fang Duan wants to know who the owner of these monsters is, so he can prescribe the right medicine. Cong Miao frowned and shook his head, "I also tried to have people investigate, but I found nothing." Fang Dui, how many soldiers did the Holy Lord give you?"