Red Heart Survey

However, Yang Xuance, the youngest son of the monarch of the Yang Kingdom, swept away his forbearance in the past, became furious in a rare way in the palace, and smashed the pendant to pieces.

No one dares to bear the crime of obstructing the relationship between the king and the king.

Outside the entire Hall of Mental Cultivation, it was so quiet that even breathing could not be heard.

It was as if the wind had frightened itself to a standstill.

Bingbi eunuch Liu Huai immediately bowed his head and confessed his mistake, "How dare this old slave?"

But the posture is perfect, the etiquette is complete, but the feet do not move.

He admitted his mistake, apologized, bowed his head, but refused to let go.

Then look at the guards, maids, and eunuchs who bowed their heads silently, and then look at the silent Hall of Mental Cultivation.

Yang Xuance found that his heart, which was already so cold, could still cool down a little more...

With his father's cultivation level, how could he not be able to hear such a noise that disregarded etiquette.

Just don't want to listen, or, don't bother to pay attention.

After suffering for so many years, this was the first time Yang Xuance got angry. He wanted to do something, but suddenly became disheartened.

What's the point?

"Forget it." He sighed, and pulled out a letter from his sleeve: "It is an important matter for the family and the country, and we must not delay it. You just forward this letter to the father, and I will not hinder his old man's eyes."

"The old slave will definitely deliver it." Liu Huai bent over and took the letter with both hands respectfully, without losing his courtesy.

Watching Yang Xuance's back stride away.

So he straightened up little by little. Without even looking at it, just rubbing your hands together, the letter was reduced to powder.

There was a sneer at the corner of his mouth. Now that the East Palace is solidified, he, Liu Huai, of course knows who is the master of the mountains and rivers here. The fifth prince only thought of "doing business" and "starting the stove" now, it was too late for the stove to run out of firewood.

What's more, the monarch doesn't care about this so-called son at all. The crown prince is the future master of the Yang Kingdom. He has served the monarch for many years, so how can he not know?

Of course he is only loyal to the monarch, but he must also maintain the necessary awe for the next monarch.

Sending this letter today is just a matter of convenience, but in the eyes of someone with a heart, it means that the heart is not firm, and it will inevitably be liquidated in the future. How could he take risks for a mere Yang Xuance?

Outside the Hall of Mental Cultivation, there were guards, court ladies, and eunuchs, but they all only looked down at the boots, and no one dared to look this way.

He, Liu Huai, stooped, and if he was unlucky enough to see someone who was not worthy of seeing, his life would be shortened.

Turning around and walking back to the Hall of Mental Cultivation, there was no sound from his feet.

Around the monarch, countless people want to squeeze, and there is no delay.

The main hall is grand, Yang Jiande, the king of the Yang Kingdom, is sitting on a white jade futon with his eyes closed, with a faint golden light above his head, but he is not busy with any political affairs.

Liu Huai carefully stood in a corner of the hall, it was a position where a monarch could find him immediately when he wanted to find him, and he would not always block the annoying position in sight.

It's been a long time.

The lord of Yang Kingdom, Yang Jiande, didn't open his eyes, he just said, "What nonsense is Xuan Ce?"

Liu Huai said in a respectful voice, "It is said that I have a business to ask to see His Majesty."

In the grand hall, there is no more words.

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...

The black disaster in Jiacheng City was finally contained.

With the support of Yangting and the assistance of the Universal Business Alliance, the Mo family, which has ruled this place for hundreds of years, mobilized all their forces, and finally contained the black disaster before the end of July.

In the final analysis, the black catastrophe is of course terrifying, but in the extraordinary world, it is not an unsolvable problem. Not even in the realm of the most dire disasters.

Take the decisive battle between Qin and Chu in the river valley and plain last year as an example. The two sides invested nearly 100,000 extraordinary monks, causing landslides and landslides at every turn.

The two great powers were at war, and the entire river valley and plain were submerged for hundreds of miles without a blade of grass growing. The fertile land in the past has turned into scorched earth overnight. This plain once supported many people, but now even weeds cannot grow. What kind of natural disaster can compare to this tragedy?

As for the extinction of a city in Fenglin City of Zhuangguo, hundreds of thousands of people have no bones left, let alone...

The black misfortune of Yang Kingdom has spread so far, and the number of dead has not exceeded 100,000.

Of course, things are not so calculated, and misery is never easy to compare.

But man-made disasters are always better than natural disasters.

Humans kill more people than any natural disaster or any other species, and they kill more quickly!

Let's not talk about these things.

Those who are interested may have probably discovered that since this period of time, Jiacheng has seen less and less people directly related to the Mo family. Many properties of the Mo family have been sold, sold, and given away, and they have almost disappeared.

The Mo family is already completely withdrawing from Jiacheng, the land they have managed for hundreds of years.

The whereabouts are unknown, but many people are certain that it is Dongwanggu. After all, the current Patriarch of the Mo family, Mo Zichu, is a disciple of Dongwanggu.

The East King Valley itself is not much different from other countries, so it naturally accommodates the Mo family.

It's just that people are cheap from their hometown. No matter where they migrated, it would take only one or two generations for the Mo family to restore their old appearance.

...

On this day, Jiang Wang was practicing, when suddenly a warrior from the town hall came to report: "Master Jiang, Mo... Mo Zichu is outside the town, and he named him by name, and wants to fight you!"

The name of a person, the shadow of a tree.

The Mo family has managed the Jiacheng city area for hundreds of years, even though they lost their hearts in the black disaster, the prestige they have accumulated over the years has not dissipated for a while.

Especially Mo Zichu, as the current head of the Mo family, has undisputedly inherited this prestige.

This was also the reason why Jiang Wang believed that Mo Zichu's cooperation was necessary to curb Jiacheng's black misfortune.

There is no one in Jiacheng who is not afraid of the prestige of the Mo family, and this warrior in the town hall is no exception.

Jiang Wang opened his eyes without any surprise.

He directly took the long sword, pushed the door out, and walked towards the north gate of Qingyang Town.

Coming from the direction of Jiacheng, it is naturally at the north gate.

While still on the road, another shout was heard, and the sound moved the whole town.

"Jiang Wang!"

This time, Xiangqian, Zhubiqiong, Zhang Hai, and Duguxiao were all startled.

Even the guards guarding the warehouse of the Four Seas Merchant League and the medical monks sent by Chong Xuansheng to treat the common people all raised their attention.

Not to mention the town hall arrests, warriors, and even the townspeople.

If it wasn't for a special period when people were not allowed to enter or leave, I'm afraid that at this time, the people of the whole town would have squeezed the north gate long ago.

Even so, they all pricked up their ears at home, waiting for the following.

But to their disappointment, the sound that shook the whole town never sounded again.

Because... Jiang Wang has arrived.

That day in Jiacheng, there should have been such a battle, and after thinking about the people in the city, he withdrew his sword and left.

Up to now, he certainly won't avoid it.

Jiang Wang strode outside the north gate of Qingyang Town, and saw Mo Zichu at first sight.

One person alone.

All the chic and suave looks of the past have disappeared, and the expression on his thin and out-of-shape face is cold and stern.

But when he saw a mourning belt wrapped around his forehead and wearing filial piety clothes, he suddenly saw a murderous aura.

Seeing Jiang Wang appear, he only said: "Everything has been decided, so it will be as agreed."

Insert the carp-patterned red flag down a few inches into the ground, and the flag flutters with the wind.

"Jiang Wang! I'll kill you!"

The hatred of killing one's father is irreconcilable.

Eager to move forward, Dugu Xiao even pulled Zhubiqiong quietly.

But Jiang Wang waved his hands back to signal them not to act rashly.

Pressing the sword on his waist with one hand, he stood outside the gate of the town.

The only sword is in charge of the door, and he only said: "Come forward!"

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