Chapter 694: Stop here

Facing Tang Fang, he completely lost the peace of being a wise man and turned into a person who was influenced by emotions. Naturally, that face was no longer static, but more colorful.
In Tang Fang's view, this is very interesting, but in Change Will's view, this is not interesting at all. This means that he loses his pride in the face of Captain Tang and loses his calm capital.
He... is a complete loser.
It is conceivable what a heavy blow to let a king of the world swallow the bitter fruit of failure.
If he were replaced by someone else, he might have already had a mental breakdown. Fortunately, he is a hymn of Will, standing in sorrow and cast in the bitter cold, like a soft sword that has been polished for many years, who can bend and stretch.
He quickly recovered calm, put the simple long sword into the scabbard, and his face returned to its original state, as if nothing had happened.
Mr. J said: "Your sword is thirsty."
Hymn Will said, "I feel the same way."
Then the two of them walked outside together, there was no extra communication, in fact, there was no need for extra communication.
Will he compromise?
No, His Majesty the King will not compromise with anyone. Mr. J knows him well.
The final negotiation process was just a play by His Majesty the King's scheming to paralyze the kid and wait for him to throw himself into the net.
This kind of ordeal cannot defeat Sange Will, and it is even more difficult to obliterate his ambition to unify the kingdom and become a worldless emperor.
If he is such a person who concedes defeat so easily, how could he grow to this point in the shadow of Henrietta.
This is not to say that those sad emotions are not real, he does feel aggrieved, there is a sense of frustration. However, his heart is strong enough to turn these negative emotions into the courage to move on, never admit defeat, never give up, fall and get up. Fall down again, climb up again, and then walk forward step by step until death.
After all, he and Henrietta are actually the same kind of person.
Until he walked out of the door of the meeting room, Change Will used a calm expression. He said in a calm tone: "See you later."
"See you later."
Mr. J did not move, watching the backs of His Majesty the King and the two black warriors go further and further in the corridor, until he got into the corner, he slowly buttoned the top button of his shirt, and turned to walk towards the open-air corridor connecting a neat green area. go with.
He raised his right hand. Something between the fingers turned into golden fine sand, which floated away with the wind.
"Terro... really ugly... it's a pity that the Void Ripper... Athena..."
The intermittent voice was blown away by the wind, and he stepped on the mottled light and shadow sprinkled by the maple trees on both sides of the promenade to drift away.
A few birds sang in the distance, and a lady on the green ground was moved by the wind in her long skirt, and there was an exclamation.
Regrettably, Mr. J's face is really not handsome, destroying the freshness and tranquility of a corner of the palace.
He is always good at destroying some good things.
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It was almost noon. The sun became not gentle, of course, it was not rough. It's just that the sun makes people drowsy...The premise is that he has eaten enough and has a rough life.
Regrettably, the sun did not enter the meeting place of the joint council, and people did not eat, so tiredness did not wander in the air like musical notes. What filled the room was the silence that was depressing to the chest tightness.
Not calm, but quiet.
The source of this atmosphere is His Majesty the King. He entered the venue blankly, stepping on the steps that seemed to have been measured. Walk from the side door to the speech platform at the center of the venue.
In fact, before he appeared, the whole venue was boiling. It's like boiling hot oil, gushing with oil.
Because of Henrietta’s voice and Tusenna’s defiance, the new faction is no longer the protagonist of the meeting. More and more people are ignoring the cold eyes of Ramon and Tyron, whispering to the surrounding people, discussing what happened. , Why hasn't His Majesty come back for a long time? Why is the voting result not announced?
Some people noticed that Drizzt’s face was very ugly. Since returning to the meeting place, he has sat in his seat without saying a word, staring dullly at his dry hands on the touch screen lying flat on the desk.
A small number of people showed restlessness. The meeting had been going on for too long, and it was exhausting.
Until Hymn Weir appeared and broke all the movement, as if someone suddenly unplugged the speaker, the venue suddenly fell silent.
Sand... sand... sand...
Just like when he entered the field, his leather boots rubbed against the bright carpet.
"Cuckoo!"
A discordant voice breaks the monotony and makes people feel depressed.
It was people's stomachs screaming, because it was already afternoon, but they were still hungry waiting for the conclusion of this supposedly very simple and smooth meeting, waiting for the results of the voting to be announced, and waiting for the end of Turamon's issue.
That voice broke not only the weird peace of the venue, but also the majesty shrouded in Ange Will.
Many people took a breath.
Turamon, Edwina, Serves and others stared at His Majesty the King with expectant eyes.
Henrietta, Mellor, Tucson and others stared at His Majesty the King with calm eyes.
Arnasi inserted the oxygen tube back into his nostril.
Under the attention of everyone, Sange Will finally stepped onto the stage, scanned the audience from left to right, and said in an unusually indifferent tone: "That's it, the meeting is over."
Two short sentences, "end here" and "end of meeting".
His Majesty's words are very simple and easy, but in the ears of those ministers and lords, they are heavier than the mountains and louder than the thunder.
Stop here? What about Turamon's issues?
End? A gathering of all the great aristocrats of Turanx and the United Kingdom, just so hastily? What a joke!
Even if Sange Will was standing on the podium in the middle of the venue, even if he exuded a cold breath around him, it was still difficult to suppress the agitation and uproar that permeated the crowd.
The area where the ministers are located is boiling again, far beyond just now.
The members of the new faction looked at the wise and wise king in their hearts with astonishment. Some people suspected that they had misheard it, others thought it was a joke of His Majesty the King, and some showed thoughtful expressions.
Lost and depressed. More or less there is still some anger spreading in the area where the members of the new faction are located.
The people on the fence looked at each other in shock, staring at the expressionless face on the speaking stage, the latest chapter of the concubine's faint lord.
"What about the result of the vote?" a minister who voted in favor said blankly.
A person next to him pushed the pair of reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a cold voice: "Your Majesty said, that's it!"
"Then...then this meeting...what happened? What happened? How come your Majesty the King goes out and says such things when he comes back? What about Tang Fang? Just leave it alone? What about the "Georgia" massacre again?"
"If I were you, I would put these questions back into my heart and choose to shut up."
Someone behind sighed: "I'm afraid something big will happen."
A hoarse voice sounded: "Yes, the situation has become more complicated."
Suddenly, a somewhat sharp voice resounded throughout the block: "You said... let His Majesty the King make such a decision. Could it be that Tang Fang?"
No one spoke any more, and the area behind the wall-riding seats became quiet.
The area where members of the old-school forces are located is also quiet.
What is quiet is their mouth, what is not quiet is their eyes and heart.
The initial anxiety and sadness were replaced by light ridicule and cold eyebrows.
Some people's provocative and sarcastic gazes crossed the area where the fence-riding faction was, and fell on the new faction forces who used to flaunt their might, and returned them with the expressions and gaze they once gave them.
Their most powerful backer. At this moment, he is standing on the stage and announcing the suspension of the joint council.
This is a wonderful and gorgeous... No, it's a luxurious face slap, no sound, but louder than thunder, and more majestic than a tsunami.
Because all this comes from His Majesty the King.
He slapped himself in the face in front of all the great nobles in the kingdom, and slapped a loud slap in the face of the ministers and lords of the new faction who followed him.
Everyone knows the so-called joint council. It's just a celebration of the new faction. However, for those who used to be happy and contented, heaven and are no more than a thin line. In the first moment, they were still arrogant victors, but in the next moment they were kicked off the cloud head by their king and fell into shit.
This scene is very exciting, full of drama and story.
Some members of the old-school forces who voted against it felt their belly, thinking that they would have to eat more whole time later.
Some of the traitors who voted in favor were as dark as coals, cold sweat snaking down from their foreheads. Wet the hair and the collar.
I thought I could hug Change Will's thigh in the final team action. Even if it can't stand up, at least it can save his life. Continue to enjoy the rich and honorable life, never thought that the thigh did not hold, but the end is not human.
They regretted it and felt that their luck was so bad.
A security officer took out a few blue pills from his arms and stuffed them into his mouth to calm the scattered heart rate.
A diplomat took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat around his ears, considering whether to submit his resignation. On the one hand, he would make way for the backup backbone of the old-school forces. It would also be considered a crime. On the other hand, he could save his life and reputation.
Henrietta inserted the silver crutches into the storage device of the magnetic levitation chair, left the podium, and proceeded to the royal passage.
He didn't say hello to anyone, just glanced at the corner before leaving.
Mellor stood up, tidyed up the slightly deformed suit, and walked behind Tyron and others. When Turramon was sitting at the seat, he patted his nephew on the shoulder and put a fart on the skeleton .
Yes, he put a fart... His Royal Highness put a fart in front of his nephew, a fart held for a long time, or a very loud fart.
If placed on certain occasions, this scene is absolutely embarrassing. A noble and respected prince actually released a loud fart in the public. Although many people are far away, they don’t know what a fart it is, but there is no doubt that it is very rude thing.
But nowadays, it is not Mellor who is ashamed, but Turramon.
The young prince is the most arrogant person today. He is the one who launched the national-level war initiative. He is also the one who assembled the fleet and prepared to send troops to defeat Captain Tang.
Put it earlier, remove the praise Will. He is the most beautiful figure in the entire Turanx United Kingdom.
Now, Prince Mellor has done an interesting and unproductive thing, letting out Turramon's arrogance as a loud fart. This is more hateful than His Majesty’s public slap in the face.
Turamom stood up from his seat, but... just stood up. He did nothing, nothing could be done.
It was a fart, and it was also an iron rod that broke the pride.
Gilcott left the rostrum with eight-stroke steps and hurried to catch up with Mellor, using a voice that was not loud, but let many people hear clearly: "The weather is really good today. It's a good day to drink."
Mellor said, "Is good weather related to drinking?"
"Of course there is."
"tell me the story……"
The princes belonging to the old-school forces in the back chased the three in front on the bright red carpet.
Turlamon stood there like a statue, no, like a monument, carved with shame and failure.
Drizzt sitting below him was motionless, like a clay sculpture in front of a tomb.
A stone monument. A clay sculpture, very harmonious.
Hymn Will stepped down from the podium, followed Henrietta's look back at the corner, and turned to the exit.
Turramon looked at the lords of the old-school forces with a cold snort, followed behind His Majesty the King, and left the field.
Then Tyron, Drizzt...
In a blink of an eye, people went to Taiwan, and there was only a loud discussion.
Hymn Will is gone. Henrietta is gone too, no one can suppress them.
The two maids followed Arnasi, step by step, slowly. The tight-fitting air-conditioning suit outlines a graceful body.
If they are flowers, the old man in front is a piece of dead wood, becoming more lifeless.
The old prince did not say a word from beginning to end, strictly abiding by his promises of the year, not doing politics, not talking about politics. Be a spectator, be a witness of the times.
Unfortunately. The era belonging to Henrietta is not over yet, and someone has renewed his life for it.
"Tang Fang...?"
When the magnetic levitation chair and the two beautiful backs disappeared in the exclusive passage of royal family members. An old and weak voice floated into the venue.
Arnasi's silence does not mean that he is blind.
The Marquis Robinson, who was closer to the security gate, shuddered, and suddenly had a very bad feeling. It was not due to the cool breeze blowing in the promenade when the security gate was opened, nor the overcast breeze lifted by the dying old thing when he walked by. It is a very strange, unreasonable discomfort and bad medicine.
He glanced back subconsciously, and Reeves sat slumped on the chair representing the Duke of Knell, his somewhat gloomy face seemed to be blocked by ice, and it was chilling.
Robinson suddenly remembered something. Half a month ago, Reeves borrowed from him a support fleet consisting of 300 warships, and cooperated with the private army built by the Josenna Navy and the opposition reformist nobles to form a defensive force. , In order to protect the Josenna star system, to ensure that it will not be captured by Captain Tang.
Now that Reeves is at the end of the road, the opposition reformists are about to fall, and even His Majesty the King has made such a decision, no less than slapped himself in the face of everyone.
Arnasi's self-talk before leaving awakened him, realizing that the reason for such a "rapid turn" was due to the young man named Tang named "Aradele".
"It seems...After the meeting, the fleet must be contacted as soon as possible, so that they can leave "Josenna" as soon as possible.
Robinson shook his head, and even the respected King bowed his head and subdued, let alone a small lord like him? Poor Reeves, really... he suddenly stopped feeling emotional, his face turned pale, and his pupils shot out a terrifying light, because the Marquis-sama thought of a possibility, perhaps it was the source of the sixth sense just now.
Tusenna's projection became lighter and lighter, and finally turned into a flash of light and disappeared from the venue.
Arudi Barbara was faster than Tucson. As soon as Arnaci went out, he left directly under the camera, leaving only the blank light curtain slowly dissipating.
Then there is Duke Edwina, this gorgeous lady is still so gorgeous, even though her handsome face has been covered with a layer of frost, there is a strong chill between her eyebrows.
Servez looked at her back, crumpled the pure white handkerchief into a ball, and threw it on the table.
The lords who used the projection method to access the venue went away in stealth, and the people who came to the scene also got up one after another, with different moods and different expressions, left their seats and walked to the main entrance.
After they left, it was the turn of the key members of the Turanx United Kingdom.
The venue began to become deserted, and the low-key discussions and chaotic footsteps of the ministers went further and further, and finally disappeared behind the two main gates.
The lights in the dome became darker and darker, and then suddenly brightened, and the cleaning staff brought special robots into the venue from outside.
Only their expressions are truly calm, and only their steps are truly steadfast.
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His Majesty the King did not attend the luncheon, and did not leave those lords and ministers to participate in the party that had been preparing for a long time...or ~EbookFREE.me~ the party was not held at all.
Some people took their own shuttle to leave "Cabrreto" after eating a boring lunch. Some lords and ministers were not eager to return home, but gathered with familiar friends to discuss how to deal with the current situation. The current situation, in order to protect their own and family interests in this eventful autumn.
It is said that Gilcott hosted a grand reception at the Star Harbor in Monkrod.
It is said that Turramon kicked the door of his bedroom in the "Cabrreto" mansion, which was finely carved from ash and was very strong.
It is said that in the core area of ​​the Haar Palace, the room where His Majesty the King usually reads was lit all night.
The dramatic scene of the joint council, like a storm, swept across the entire Hilumbel region in half a day and one night.
Because of the existence of Captain Tang, because of the "Aladel" coup, and because of the "Georgia" massacre, Turanx and the United Kingdom have become the focus of attention of all countries. Many people are waiting for a storm or watching a show. Attitude, or full of anxiety, or full of anticipation... In short, they want to know what Captain Tang will do, and how the political situation in the Turanx United Kingdom will change. (To be continued)