Chapter 95 Deer 2

The palace.

It is still towering and magnificent, but there are still trembling waves hidden under the still magnificent appearance, but the high throne of the Jinluan Hall is not the former monarch...

Qi Che sat on the dragon chair in a brocade suit, and his hand was covered with a dragon head handle made of pure gold. The cold metal touch made him linger. He looked high in the empty hall below. Through the red-painted gold hall door two feet high, he could see the sky, and even the prosperous scene of the people wandering in Kyoto.

The scenery of heaven and earth, in the eyes of this person who lives in the highest position in the temple, only this unique position is qualified to see everything in heaven and earth. No wonder there have been countless people who have broken their heads to sit in this position.

He can see it now, but this is not enough. The supervision of the country is just a temporary method. A trace of depth flashed through his thin eyes, and his hand tightened the dragon head was a little white.

One day, he will sit in this position and let the world submit to his feet and worship him. Soon...

Before that, the corners of his mouth were evil and he got up and left.

Emperor Qi's bedroom.

There are many guards here, which is obviously an important place. Since Qi Che took over the position of superintendent, the door has been almost closed, and the imperial doctors have stayed here all night. To be more precise, it should be that they have not left since they were summoned to the palace, because the current situation and subtlety can no longer allow them to withdraw.

Emperor Qi was seriously ill and lay in bed for a long time. The fragrance of medicine in the bedroom was continuous, and it was much stronger these days. However, the monarch on the dragon couch was haggard and thin at this time. He described it as withered. That's what he said.

A gust of wind and dust has been blowing, and Qi Che has come here from the hall.

Everyone hurriedly salute, Qi Che waved his hand, and the irrelevant people withdrew together. It's as if he is the dictator here. But in fact, everyone knows it.

Emperor Qi seemed to be much older all of a sudden. After only a few days, his head was full of frosty temples, his eyes were gray, and his eyes were obscure and turbid. He just looked at Qi Che sitting by his bed and sneerned at the corners of his mouth.

"Father, are you doing well today?" Qi Che didn't see it, but smiled warmly as usual.

Emperor Qi did not answer, but Qi Che did not expect him to answer. He twisted the towel and wiped it carefully for Emperor Qi's hand, looking like a filial son.

"Although these imperial doctors' drugs are useless, you can at least take some, which is better than useless. Otherwise, how can you survive until your son's hand captures the prince?"

Qi Che only smiled faintly and looked at the hand that was wiped clean by himself with satisfaction. It seemed that he really wiped away the dirt. He nodded, put his hand under the quilt, and moved gently.

"When your father is old, don't lose your temper. Isn't it good to let your son handle the affairs for you? Don't worry, Qi Jingxun, this rebellious son, will definitely punish him well for your father. At that time, your father can also take good care of the year.

He stood up, took out his handkerchief and wiped his hand carefully. After saying that, he threw the handkerchief casually and smiled. He stared at Emperor Qi for a while. Finally, he turned around and walked out without any nostalgia.

Looking at the handkerchief thrown to the ground by Qi Che, Emperor Qi's eyes cooled, and the sneer was deeper. His turbid eyes quickly flashed a trace of clarity, and he disappeared again...

Adjacent to the State of Chu.

Emperor Chu stood at the head of the imperial city wall in the Ming Dynasty. He looked down at thousands of miles of rivers and mountains under his feet. He stood with his hands on his hands and said nothing. His eyes were deep and unpredictable to look in a certain direction. There was the State of Qi.

Next to him, there was a soldier kneeling in military uniform, and his sword hung on his waist, maintaining the posture of bowing his head and arching his hand.

"Your Majesty, the opportunity must not be missed. The time will not come again. The chaos in Qi is the time when our country raises troops to attack. The last general will take the initiative to offer the State of Qi to your majesty, return it to our territory of Chu, and rewrite the glory of the State of Chu!"

Emperor Chu's majestic national face was not moved at all, as if he had not heard the request of his courtiers.

"Your Majesty, the Prince's Flying Pigeon Biography!" From afar, a deep-clothed eunuch hurriedly trotted over and respectfully handed over 800 miles of urgent secret letters.

Emperor Chu's eyes flashed and he saw the content of the letter clearly. There were only two short words on the letter paper: non-attack.

"Your Majesty?"

The general seemed to have to adge, but was interrupted by the Emperor Chu: "Don't say it again."

He shook his sleeves and waved away, leaving only the kneeling general to beat the ground, which was helpless.

Lu Guo.

In the chaos in Qi, the battle between the two sons of Emperor Qi has spread one after another. The three countries contain each other and maintain a great balance. Changes on either side will lead to changes in the whole pattern. As soon as the news comes out, it will inevitably spread to other countries, and the State of Lu, which has always avoided the world, also knows about such a war.

Since the beginning of this change in the State of Qi, the young emperor of the State of Lu has still been up and down as usual. In the eyes of his ministers, he is still the young emperor who works hard and strives to govern.

At this moment, the mysterious emperor who informed the mysterious territory, Shi Yizhi, is in the Yingtian Palace.

This is the sacred place for sacrificial and state affairs divination. It is also the place where the high priests of all dynasties presided over major decisions. Many things in the State of Lu are not decided in the court, but here.

Unlike other palaces, Yingtian Palace is built of stone pillars as a whole. It is simple and sacred. The roots and pillars are made of nature. It is as thick as a few people hugging together, but it is as high as the sky. In it, people only feel small and humble, because this place is believed to connect the temple heaven and should not be desecrated.

Here, there are stone statues dedicated to the high priests of all dynasties, from the first generation of high priest Qing Yu to the current high priest Xuanwu, a total of 18 statues are quietly in this hall. According to the rules of the State of Lu, since taking over, the high priest will have a stone statue of his own in the hall for the world to admire. After the death of the high priest's immortals body will be burned into ashes mixed with gold powder on the stone statue. After painting, the stone statue will turn into dark gold, which means feathers into flying immortals.

There are already seventeen dark golden stone statues here, and the last eighteenth stone statue, which is still white, belongs to the current high priest - Xuanwu.

Shi Yizhi stood in front of the white jade statue and looked up at the stone statue. Through it, he seemed to see the real her.

"Xuanwu, if it were you, you would understand me doing this."

Mixed with many inexplicable emotional sighs, wandering in this empty hall, wave after wave, quietly annihilated...

Twenty miles outside the capital of Qidu. Night.

"Ode on, and the whole army will camp on the spot."

"Yes, the last general is in command."

With an order, the 300,000 troops stopped and stopped, the brocade flag was blowing in the wind, and the fireworks were burning, stretching thousands of miles, as eye-catching as the day.

Qi Jingxun turned over and got off the horse in a uniform. He was armed with armor and a long gun in his hand. He looked at the imperial capital and was no longer elegant. The awe-inspiring spirit of the battlefield spewed out and was ambitious.

After planning for many years, it is the dragon, Qi Che, the decisive battle between me and you will be known tomorrow. His eyes suddenly turned cold, and his murderous spirit appeared.

After Hu Yitong received Qi Jingxun's order to go down, he turned around and saw this scene: Qi Jingxun's hand swayed gently with the wind, the hem armor was touched, and the armor rubbed and "coughed". He only looked in that direction and turned his back to him.

The vigorousness on his body shocked him, and a volcanic eruption-like eruption appeared in his heart, but suddenly he frowned. The cheeks of a scar were slightly twisted, which seemed a little ferocious.

He took a step forward, "Prince, I'm afraid other countries know about your crusade against Qi Che, and they won't take the opportunity..."

"No." Qi Jingxun came to his senses and then affirmed. Seeing that he was still suspicious, he explained, "Your question has been asked to my husband a few days ago. In the internal war of Qi, Chu and Lu will not send troops. They will only watch from the wall this time."

Hu Yitong listened to Qi Jingxun's explanation patiently, but when he heard the word "sir", the tiger's body shook, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes. Fortunately, he quickly calmed down.

But when I heard that person say this, it must be true. Hu Yitong secretly thought: Although he was taught by Chongli that day, the scars on his face were thanks to him. However, somehow, he did not dare to take revenge. When he saw him, he would rise from the bottom of his heart. Later, he heard his magic strategy. When he left that day, he could only admire his skills. I immediately relieved and didn't ask more questions.

Thousands of miles of the country, silent silence in the bleak night of the continuous candlelight and the sky...

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"So, you put your alias to stay with Qi Jingxun, but you actually want him and Qi Che to kill each other?" It's still the cave, and the cold voice is insightful and thorough.

"Qi Jingxun has long had the heart to get rid of you. You can't keep it." Then, a warm and low voice sounded, like a clear spring, which was far away and elusive.

"What you mean, did you give this cheaply to Qi Che?"

" Compared with Qi Jingxun, Qi Che is indeed an emperor's choice. Without me, this battle is inevitable. I just advanced it."

"Since it is inevitable, why do we have to advance?" She was puzzled. He deliberately made suggestions for Qi Jingxun and strengthened Qi Jingxun's strength, but he put him on the track that had already been predetermined earlier. It was a waste of energy.

"Since it is an obstacle, don't you think it's better to remove it as soon as possible? There are many potential dangers, and it's better to cut them off as soon as possible. Moreover, it is too easy to get, which often makes people care. Although Qi Che didn't hurt you, he suddenly glanced at Xi Xinmiao, who was waiting for him to answer, and paused slightly, "I don't want him to win the ease."

Listening to Shui Yihan's inexplicable tone, Xi Xinmiao felt strange intuitively, but he didn't seem to want to talk any more, she no longer forced, and the topic no longer continued. She closed her eyes at ease.

Shui Yanhan's bright and gorgeous face was illuminated by fireworks towards the opposite side of Xi Xinmiao, and her eyes turned slightly. She didn't know that the reason why he didn't design and kill Qi Che together was that he knew Qi Che's affection for her and knew that Qi Che would not harm her, so he could save his life. Moreover, he didn't want her to be awkward. After all, She is still a little different from Qi Che.