After the players left the Imperial Study Room, Yin Fengli also bowed and left.
Since His Majesty did not summon the male concubine to sleep with him last night, and he looked extremely disgusted with the male concubine, he was relieved.
It is really gratifying that Dayongjiang Mountain can still have successors.
When he turned to leave the imperial study, he glanced at Yin Xueshu calmly from the corner of his eye, but said nothing more.
The father and son, who had not seen each other for twenty years, passed by each other. Wang Fuyuan's fingertips flicked slightly, and an invisible energy flew out.
Yin Fengli felt his knees sore, his legs and feet lost strength, and he threw himself to the ground with an ouch.
Yin Xueshu hurriedly stepped forward to help him and asked with concern: "Father, are you okay?"
This sound from his father immediately extinguished Yin Fengli's anger. He stood firm with a straight face and said, "It's okay, I just tripped."
Wang Fuyuan said with a smile: "Xiang Yin is old and his legs and feet will inevitably have some inconveniences. Yin Tanhua should help Xiang Yin go back to rest."
As soon as he spoke, Yin Fengli knew who had "sneak-attacked" him just now. Originally, he was still wandering between Wang Fuyuan and Prince Gong.
He glared at Wang Fuyuan, but did not expose him, acquiescing to the fact that he was old and had inconvenient legs and feet.
Seeing his stiff reaction, Yin Xueshu knew that Yin Fengli had softened his attitude. He suppressed the excitement in his heart and whispered: "Father, I will help you go back."
Yin Fengli snorted from his nostrils, paused and then said: "Let's go, your mother is still waiting for you to come home."
As the father and son walked away together, Xiao Yutang said with emotion: "Although many years have passed, your father and son are still connected."
Xiao Beichen glanced at him, but after a while, he started snarling again.
He snorted coldly, "What I just said was not an angry word. You choose a princess from the remaining candidates and get married within a month."
Xiao Yutang was dumbfounded: "You know I like Shixi..."
Xiao Beichen didn't care about this. If Xiao Beichen didn't marry a princess from these candidates, how could he prove that these handsome men were chosen for him? How to prove his innocence?
"I don't care about this. You can solve the problem yourself."
Xiao Yutang rolled his eyes. Since he was allowed to do it himself, there would be more room for maneuver.
He quickly came up with an idea and bowed to Xiao Beichen, "Thank you for your grace."
After thanking Wan'en, he walked out happily.
Xiao Beichen snorted. He, this undistinguished imperial uncle, had a very lively mind, but sometimes he was too lively and people couldn't help but want to slap him.
He and Wang Fuyuan were the only two people left in the Imperial Study Room.
Wang Fuyuan said: "Your Majesty, the army and all military supplies are now fully prepared, and we can send troops to the Western Region at any time, but we still lack a reasonable reason."
Dayong is a country of etiquette. They cannot send troops to neighboring countries at will. There must be a blameless reason for sending troops.
Xiao Beichen nodded, "It's time to meet the envoy from Qiuci and announce that the little prince has entered the palace."
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As the sky gradually darkened, the players went offline to rest for a while, then went online again after having dinner.
Tonight, the Shen Yan Sect is attacking for the East China Sea Moon Pearl, and the internal storage is the top priority for protection.
The players gathered in front of the inner library. Yan Yunfei looked around, but did not see the leader of the Miao Miao Cult.
He was a little puzzled that Brother Meow didn't do such an important task. Could it be that there was something important in reality?
Midnight is approaching, outside the palace, in Kyoto.
The players who received the main mission were sneaky and hidden in dark corners.
For no reason, it was just because there was a curfew in Kyoto. From Hai hour to Yin hour the next morning, serious people were not allowed to go out.
On the main roads in Kyoto, soldiers wearing armor patrolled by from time to time.
Somewhere deep in an alley, a snapping sound came out.
"Hey, what time of year is this? It's almost winter and there are still mosquitoes."
"Keep your voice down. What if we lure the people from the City Defense Department here? I don't want those cops to take me to the Yamen before I even meet the Shen Yan Sect."
"When you say that, it makes us look like criminals."
"What kind of criminals are we? We are knights in the world. We are forced to violate the curfew in order to do justice and wipe out the demon sect in the Western Region."
The two were bickering when they suddenly heard a hissing sound, which was creepy in the darkness.
A brave player turned his head and looked into the eyes of a long red worm as thick as his wrist.
He swallowed and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Snake, what time has it been? Why haven't you hibernated yet?"
At midnight, everywhere in Kyoto suddenly caught fire at the same time, and at the same time a large number of snakes, insects, rats, and ants came out.
The player hiding in the dark suddenly didn't care about hiding his figure, jumped out with a scream, and greeted the Gu insect with various weapons.
People from the City Defense Department came out in full force, not to catch players who violated the curfew, but to put out fires and protect the safety of the people in Kyoto.
Mu Li appeared on the roof of a tall building amidst the sky-high flames and frightened shouts.
The big cloak rustled in the night wind, and the long silver hair danced wildly.
Mu Li did not wear a half-mask this time because it was no longer necessary.
Golden vein-like lines spread from his right eye, not only covering his entire face, but also extending to his neck and chest.
Even on the exposed fingers, you can see fine gold lines.
The golden thread eats away, and the poison eats away at the heart.
This man was able to endure the huge pain that could drive a person crazy or even to death, and still stand here as if nothing happened.
"You're dying."
Mu Li looked sideways and saw Wuwang Fei on the roof, standing beside him and saying with a smile.
Mu Li snorted, without any emotion or anger, "You have been a disciple of Buddhism since you were born. After staying in Buddhism for so many years, don't you have any compassion at all?"
Wuwang still had a smile on his face, and coupled with the red mole between his eyebrows, he looked quite compassionate.
"It's not like I want to be a Buddhist. I'm a devil, but Mingtai Temple's song suppresses my nature."
"Besides, you devil, how do you deserve mercy?"
Mu Li lowered his head slightly and chuckled, as if he was asking himself, "Isn't it worthy?"
Wuwu laughed loudly, "What's wrong with being a demon? You can do whatever you want, no matter what king's laws or Buddhist principles he has, and just grab whatever you want. This is called being happy and not living in vain."
He looked at Mu Li meaningfully, "You are about to die and you haven't even gotten what you want. Are you willing to do that?"
Mu Li glanced at him coldly. This man who had been a monk for more than 20 years was a real devil.
A bewitching, seductive and depraved inner demon.
