Chapter 684: brothers

Xiahoudi was obviously still not conscious of being an emperor. The guards at the gate of the palace watched a girl wearing a dragon gown rushing out of the palace gate with her dress up and down, and they didn't even know whether to stop it or not. They never thought that an emperor would run outside the palace by himself, and then rushed into the Xingyuezong reporter station without saying a word.
Xiao Ai was receiving Li Xiaorui, who had just been transferred to the capital, and a group of girls stared blankly at the emperor who had broken in. They didn't know whether they should call your majesty or the head catcher.
Behind Uncle Wang and Xue Mu anxiously followed in: "Oh, my majesty, you can't run around like this now! God knows if there are any assassins lurking in the capital, Li Kuang hadn't given the lead at the time!"
Xiahoudi was very embarrassed. She really didn't realize that she was the emperor at this moment. She always felt that she was still a six-door head-catcher, doing her own business. In fact, even Xue Mu didn't react for a while, and when she remembered that this product was now the emperor, she had already rushed out of the palace... but she had no choice but to call Uncle Wang to follow.
Seeing a girl in a room looking at her stupidly, Xiahoudi stiffened her neck and said: "Being an emperor is not a bird in a cage. I really want me to die in the palace. I won't do it. Don't gossip, we will make weapons. Spectrum!"
Li Xiaorui cautiously said: "What, what weapon spectrum?"
Xue Mu explained, Li Xiaorui straightened his eyes and thought for a while, scratching his head and said, "This proposal is not easy to make, son."
"Why not do it?"
"There are only three people in the first issue of the Weapon Book, just three pages?"
Xue Mu said in a haughty voice: "Ashamed, I even sent you up specially. It's not as good as the six-door publication department. People do rookie scores. There are only a few people in each issue. How can you do it well? It's your turn to talk a lot. ."
"Because they wrote a lot of life stories for everyone, one person occupies several pages, and a few people add up to a thin book." Li Xiaorui was aggrieved: "This person can be emptied. Even we don’t know the truth about his life... And Lin Wuya, when he talks about his life, it’s inevitable to tell the story of his relationship with the Sect Master. Can you write it to the people of the world? , He fought with our Xingyue Sect for half his life... I would not write about the former Sect Master being injured by him."
Xue Mu also straightened his eyes. This is really the case. The life story of this group is either very mysterious or has a deep entanglement with their own family, especially the kind of emotional entanglement. It is really special to write it out for the world's people to comment, let alone whether the person wants . It's that Xue Mu refused to do it!
He is even more stiff than Xiahoudi: "How can't we do it? What do we do? We make up stories! No one knows vain stories, can we not make up ourselves? Can he still argue about it? Just direct It was written that he peeked at the old woman in the bath at the age of three, and stole the big sow next door at the age of four. He came to bit me!
A room of girls was dumbfounded: "My son, do you repeatedly teach our reporter principles?"
"This is called flexible, flexible, elm brains."
Li Xiaorui said carefully: "How do you make up that Lin Wuya?"
Xue Mu actually didn't know how to make up this product, and said in anger, "Are you a reporter and I'm a reporter? Ask me about this. It's really shameful, you leave the group!"
Li Xiaorui twitched his nose, rubbed the skirt very tangledly, blushing and said: "Really...Is it going to fade? There are many people here, let's change a place..."
Xue Mu: "..."
Xiahoudi: "..."
"Hey, by the way, or else I will write that Lin Wuya has a single love for many years, is it very explosive? So there is no need to take off the skirt, right?"
"...Yes, yes." Xue Mu couldn't imagine what this weapon spectrum would look like when it was made. He really wanted to tear this little rotten girl's skirt in public, and his paws "creaked". After a while, I reluctantly changed the subject: "No matter how you make up, do it now. Xiao Ai, is Zheng Yichen here?"
"Come on, guarding the spirit of Grandpa Zheng in the backyard."
Zheng Yezhi’s mourning hall was set directly at the Xingyue Sub-rudder, and it was also the result of soliciting Zheng Yichen’s opinions. In the eyes of Zheng Yichen today, Zheng Yezhi died at the hands of the royal family. He didn’t want to engage in the grand funeral of the prince’s ceremony. Put it on the side of Xingyue Sect.
Xue Mu and Xiahoudi looked at each other, and both sighed, "Is there any news about the sub-rudder from the Zhujian Valley?"
"Yes." Xiao Ai answered cautiously: "Our people can't get in, but no matter how you beat and listen to the movement, we only feel that the valley is very peaceful. We think either Zheng Haoran is finished or they are still there. Wait for the news of Zheng Yezhi's death to pass back."
Xue Mu nodded and agreed that the flow of news in this world is not like their Xingyue Sect has a plug-in. Don’t look at so many things that happened here. They broke the game on the first day and became the throne the next day. Today is only the third day, that is, before Zheng Yezhi was ambushed. It was only the third day after his death. The location of the ambush was more towards the capital, and it was still a little far away from the Forge Sword Valley. The traitor might not have time to go back. The unrest probably hadn't started yet.
Or it is starting now. Xue Mu thought of the flickering breath in the east, sinking into a deep thought.
"My son, do our people have to force in? There are six doors nearby. If you work together, you should be able to try to make a difference..."
"It's useless, just take my life." Xue Mu sighed: "We don't have a strong one over there. After all, this kind of thing depends on the strong... Okay, let's go to work, let's go and see Zheng Yichen."
Zheng Yichen sat cross-legged in front of Zheng Yezhi's coffin, motionless. There are sandalwood incense and light smoke around, but there is no chanting or chanting of Buddha or water and land, it is very quiet. The famous temples of Buddhism and Taoism have not penetrated into the whole world, let alone the sects of Jiangu.
Hearing the footsteps behind him, Zheng Yichen whispered: "I said not to eat."
Xue Mu said, "How can I take revenge without eating?"
"Don't mention revenge. Now that there is a change in the Forge Sword Valley, my brother doesn't know his life or death, but I can only sit here in a daze." Zheng Yichen whispered: "Manager Xue knows what I am thinking now?"
Xue Mu shook his head: "I don't know."
"I even thought that if the traitor killed my brother, I would use the power of Manager Xue to fight back against Gu Nei. From then on, I am the owner of the valley. It is not difficult." Zheng Yichen suddenly turned his head and smiled: "Is it disgusting? Disgusting myself."
Turning his head like this, he saw Xiahoudi standing beside Xue Mu. Zheng Yichen was stunned for a moment, shook his head without saying anything, and then turned back.
Xiahoudi didn’t mind his impoliteness. Zheng Yichen’s words made people feel a little dull. Think about Ji Wuyou and why Zheng Yezhi died. That kind of thinking is so out of place in this context, but it just fits a person’s truth. heart.
"My brother's biological father died young, and it has always been our uncle who brought us to grow up. My uncle has no children and treats us as his own." Zheng Yichen said in a low voice: "Uncle actually never worried that the next generation of the Zheng family could compete with others. What he worries most is that our brotherhoods are fighting over this kind of thing. So after my brother cast the natal spirit sword, my uncle let me go out... don't go back when you go out."
Xue Mu was stunned for a moment: "You stayed here after you arrived in Lingzhou, you were actually exiled."
"Yes." Zheng Yichen smiled: "Although it is a bit cruel to me, I am happy because I don't want to fight with my brother. Lingzhou suits my appetite very well. It is very novel. I have new experiences every day. The traffic supervisor is also very interesting, as if watching the world change under your feet, all the textures are subtle. I think this is very good. You can do what you like without fighting with your brother. But the feeling of self-righteousness is here. For a moment, I realized that it was not so reliable. I would actually hope that my brother would die in the rebellion... I actually have such a beast."
He paused and said softly: "So I didn't eat because I was sad, but because I was punishing myself. When I heard the news that my brother was innocent, I would sing and drink wildly when I was drunk."