It is no wonder that the hall masters of all dynasties have avoided the involvement of the Liuji Hall in the affairs of the imperial court. Pan Lang really can't understand these things and can't guess them thoroughly. Different people have different sayings, Qin Yan is the eldest prince must be saved, and a soldier must not be allowed to become a demon. In Yuwenchang's eyes, it has become a matter of weighing the pros and cons, and being cautious.

And in the heart of the eldest prince, it must be General Zhao Fu's head who must come back, no matter what method is used. It's just that this matter is about the morale of the army and the dignity of the Qi country.

If Southern Wu knew that the army of Qi was humiliated in Lingyun River, the morale of the army would definitely be greatly boosted, and the heart of attacking Wu City was about to move.

In the heart of the princess, no matter what, she can't die anymore, if she dies again, she is afraid that the realm of heaven and demons will be completely opened, the demon world will be rampant, and there will be no peace in the world.

Whether it is the mortal world or the water realm, they are not ready to re-block the realm of heavenly demons.

Thousands of waters pass by the sky, and the mortal world is covered with ashes and dust.

Even if the mortal world and the water realm work together, they may not be able to stop the demon army. What's more, the mortal world and the water world have never been able to understand each other, so how can they work together.

Pan Lang said in his heart, these people are really overthinking, in his opinion, if they can be saved, they must be saved, even if they are aliens, why should they be killed if they don't do bad things, and persuade him to leave the mortal world.

If he can't save it, even if he is a good person, he can't do anything about it. Who really can do what?

How can the affairs of the world be decided according to the wishes of one or two people? The affairs of the world are naturally decided by the people of the world, so why bother the mediocre people and bear too many responsibilities alone.

Besides, there is a destiny.

It has long been explained in "The Ballad of the Sea" that the way of heaven is natural.

Why is it difficult to be strong, to be strong, to be strong, and to be strong.

Although the Liuji Hall supports justice and eradicates demons and evil for the people of the mortal world, when he really wants him to exchange his life for other people's names, Pan Lang asked himself if he could do it?

But Qin Yan did it.

He was so stupid as to forcibly break into the Heavenly Absolute Qiankun Array from outside the Heavenly Absolute Qiankun Array, how could such a stupid thing be done by a resourceful person like Qin Yan.

What the hell was he thinking at the time.

A body of pure yang qi was completely destroyed in the Heavenly Absolute Qiankun Array, how could he continue to protect the hearts of the world.

With the disappearance of 50,000 troops, ignoring millions of people in the world, is this also justice?

Is it considered good?

If Qin Yan could come back, he really wanted to ask what he was thinking when he made this decision.

Just as he was thinking about it, he saw the princess get up indifferently and leave the hall. A flash of helplessness flashed in Pan Lang's heart. Yuwen Chang is so aimed at the water realm, if it were him, he would have been unable to bear it a long time ago. It is not easy for the princess to sit without changing her face until now. It's better to leave early, not to mention that I haven't asked her a few words until now. They have already said what they should have said, and if they say one more thing, Ling Yunfeng will not have one more living person.

Looking at Yu Wenchang's face again, he was gloomy with a smile. Although the Liuji Hall no longer needs to send people under the fence, and Yuwen Chang, the acting hall master, can be regarded as conscientious, he always seems to feel that something is wrong, and there is never a time when his face is really relaxed.

Thinking of this, he turned to Yuwen and said, "Strategist, if there is nothing to do, I will leave first." I still have to repair the coffin, that coffin Ling Yunfeng walked once, soaked in water, and damaged a lot of places, I have to make up for it, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to lie down. ”

Yuwen Chang didn't mean to stop him, the corners of his mouth rose, and he said with kind eyebrows, "Pan Lang has really worked hard these days, and there are more important things in the future, please Pan Lang, don't let me down." The reputation of the Six Poles Hall cannot be easily ruined by some small things, especially small things that are big and wrong. ”

"Got it. Pan Lang coped angrily.

In this way, after the emperor got the news, he was naturally angry and sad, but above the court, the news that the 100,000 troops here were drowned in the water had just arrived, and the news that the three princes had lost the Tianqiong Flower Tube also came unexpectedly.

In ancient times, there was a house leak that happened to rain overnight, and the disaster was not a single blessing, but today it really happened in the court.

The emperor looked panicked, but he still had to pretend to be calm, and as for such troublesome things, he naturally had to rely on the ministers.

Above the court, ministers with or without ideas, and Allah or without true ideas, must express their thoughts.

This is the way of the minister.

If you say that the emperor is in difficulty, you can't think of any ideas below, and you have to pretend to be sad, which is even more ugly than the emperor's face.

It is best to show some skills to govern the government, and it can be regarded as worthy of eating the court's money and the emperor's trust.

"For this time, I am afraid that the Lingyun flood will be surging from west to east, and if it continues like this, I am afraid that the people nearby will suffer again. The groundwater in the Linyou City in the area of Changbai Mountain is rising, and this year's spring plowing is abandoned, and I am afraid that in autumn, there will be no harvest of grains, and the people's lives will not be easy.

In addition, the land is damp, the seedlings are submerged in water, and they do not grow at all, and they do not know how much food needs to be allocated for disaster relief. ”

"You can't hide from disaster relief. But where is there still how much food can be used for disaster relief, this disaster has just stopped, and another disaster has risen, what is going on? The ministers were talking.

"In this battle of Lingyun Peak, 100,000 soldiers were lost, and the whereabouts of the eldest prince and General Qin are unknown, who can say how to do it?"

The emperor sat on the wide dragon chair, his eyebrows were gloomy, he knew that Daqi still had a hundred years of prosperity, and these things were doomed. But he didn't know that there would be so many disasters in this prosperous world.

The catastrophe seemed to have outweighed his fears, and he hadn't been so worried in a long time.

So he counted on these ministers to help him solve his problems, they are all pillars of the country, and there should always be a way.

"Your Majesty, the minister thinks that the water control has to be considered, this year's rain is more than in previous years, but I am afraid that the water of Changbai Mountain and the water of the Lingyun River will continue to rise, and sooner or later they will rush to Jinling, and they will have to determine the water official as soon as possible. ”

As soon as Gao Lun finished speaking, another minister said, "The minister thinks that at present, the priority should be to save the eldest prince, if the eldest prince really arrives in Houshu, he should also send someone to sneak into Houshu as soon as possible to find out the news, and there can't be no news here, if something happens to the eldest prince, the consequences will be unimaginable." The emperor also asked him to send troops or envoys to Houshu as soon as possible to find out. ”

The ministers nodded frequently, and the matter of saving the eldest prince seemed to be more important in their eyes than the flood pouring into Jinling.

The emperor ran out of ideas for a while.

It was like a dream, and he couldn't remember how long it had been since he had made a decision. How difficult it is to make decisions.

But who else can help him now?

All along, he has been surrounded by good ministers to help, and now the demonic spirit surrounds the world, the people's grievances are inevitable, and the sergeant cannot return to his hometown, let alone the surname is a foregone conclusion.

And who else can he rely on?

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