Chapter 101 Killing

Ling Wei looked up and looked directly at the new Wang Lingjian. Compared with two days ago, Ling Jian, who regained the power of the country, is more confident and has sharp eyes. A unique atmosphere of the royal family makes ordinary people dare not look at it head-on.

But it is obvious that Ling Li is not an ordinary person. He took Ling Hui's little hand and walked into the hall. When he saw the new king, he did not kneel. He held his hands and saluted Ling Jian on the throne slightly. Ling Wei knew that it was a small matter to join the official and enter the title today.

Seeing Ling Jian, Ling Jian frowned slightly. On such a formal occasion, he only wore a blue and white ordinary swordsman's robe. What kind of style is it?

Ling Jian's face did not change, looked around the officials, and finally focused on the two brothers and sisters in the center of the hall. He smiled and said, "Brother Wang is so majestic that it only took a few months to save me Qushan from danger. Such great achievements have been unprecedented. From now on, you will be my prince.

"Wang..." whispered over the hall. The new Wang Lingjian's words are amazing. Princes are higher than dukes. Generally, they are only awarded to members of the royal family with high merit, which have not appeared in Qushan for a hundred years. However, after a short **, it was calm again. Thinking about it carefully, in terms of merit, Ling Wei took this holy horse Lingbo with the power of one person to restore the Qushan Dynasty. In terms of birth, he was also the son of the great prince Ling Mao. Now the throne of the prince is well-known and well-known.

The eyes of the officials looked at Ling Li and became eager. The person in front of him became the second person in Qushan at a young age. His status rose up and suddenly surpassed the patron saint of Qushan, Ayanami. If you can attract him, your career will be bright in the future.

Ling was slightly surprised, and he didn't expect that Ling Jian would give him such an important title. However, since the title has been awarded, there should be a fiefdom.

Sure enough, Ling Jian continued: "In the northwest of Qushan, there is a plain named Jingbei, which is vast and rich in people. It is bordered by Germany in the west and Guo Xiguo in the north. From then on, that is your territory."

What is this? Send yourself to the border? Ling Yu was dissatisfied. He has never heard of Jingbei Plain. As for the two small countries of Goth and Guo Xi, he has also heard a little about it. The two countries are not friendly with Qushan. Did he arrange himself to the northwest to monitor the movements of the two countries?

Ling Li doesn't like this kind of life. He yearns for freedom, ease and freedom on Youle Island, so he said, "Can I change to another place?"

As soon as this word came out, the tense atmosphere evaporated from the hall. He actually refused the title of the new king! If you want me to die, I have to die. And the young man in front of him made such a request, which is simply provoking the authority and dignity of the king.

Ling Jian didn't look good. He didn't expect Ling Wei to refuse so simply. The northwest region he arranged was also out of a monarch's consideration of his own national interests. He felt that as long as he went to Jingbei, there would be no worries on the northwest border of Qushan.

But after all, Ling Li saved himself, so although he was annoyed, he still wanted to show the demeanor of the king of a country in front of the civil and military officials. Ling Jian smiled leisurely and said, "I don't know, where does Brother Wang like?"

Ling Li held his fist and said, "I was born on Youle Island. There are my family and friends on the island, and I have deep feelings for Youle Island and I really don't want to stay away from home. I hope Your Majesty will give me Youle Island.

Ling Li said what he said from the bottom of his heart. And he may go to sea to find Ling Mao next, and Youle Island is his best choice. He didn't see that when he said the three words "Youle Island", Ayabo and Ling Jian's eyelids jumped at the same time.

He actually wants Youle Island. He doesn't know that in recent years, with the development of the far sea cause of Youle Island, its fiscal revenue has surpassed all provinces in Qushan? Ling Jian's face is extremely ugly. Last year, the tax revenue of Youle Island was a quarter of the finances of Qushan, and this proportion is still increasing year by year. If you seal it as a territory, how much money will the treasury lose every year if you lose the tax revenue of Youle Island?

Lingbo's face is also uncertain. He knows that the fiscal revenue on Youle Island mainly comes from the import and export tariffs of various countries. Youle Deep Sea is a huge treasure house. As long as there are adventurers who are lucky enough to bring back treasures from the deep sea, they have to pay 30% exit tax when leaving Youle Island.

However, Ling Li has never considered this.

However, Ling Jian and Lingbo don't think so? What does he want to do on Youle Island? This man seems to have no competition with the world, but in fact he is ambitious.

Ling Li remembered what Eslin said about those inexplicable black-robed people in the distant sea, so he said, "In addition, I also need my new army troops to help me manage Youle Island."

As soon as this word came out, it strengthened Ling Jian's mind, and Lingbo was also shocked to hear it. Is that 30,000 horses? Qushan has 30% of its military strength in peacetime. Does a small Youle Island need so much military power?

Seeing the original elegant and magnificent new king on the throne, Ling Jian gritted his teeth and said, "Yes, seal Ling Hui as Princess Youle."

The night of Qushan came as scheduled.

It was already midnight, and the new king's bedroom in Wangcheng was brightly lit in the study. Ling Jian sat in front of the desk and thought. Your Majesty, Duke Ayanami is here. A palace girl floated by.

"Please come in." Ling Jiandao.

"Your Majesty." As soon as Ayanami entered the door, he saluted.

"Teachers don't have to be polite." Ling Jian got up and helped Lingbo up.

Lingbo said, "Your Majesty will recruit old ministers late at night. There must be something important."

Ling Jian nodded and went straight to the topic: "Teacher, how about this person who has been with Ling Li for several months?"

Lingbo paused for a while and sighed, "Prince Li, a rare talent in Qushan."

Ling Jian said, "It is rumored that the teacher's ability to break Li'an City is due to Ling Li alone. It's a little exaggerated."

Lingbo said, "The old minister is ashamed, but the truth is so. If it hadn't been for Prince Li'an, it would be less than half a year."

"Oh?" Ling Jian didn't think that Lingbo's evaluation of Ling Li was so high. He always thought that the war was dominated by Ling Bo and assisted by Ling Li.

Ling Jian thought for a moment and then said, "Teacher, have you ever said that Ling Li's bravery to go straight to Uncle Ling Mao in those years, can this happen?"

Lingbo sighed, "From my perspective, I'm afraid that Prince Xun has surpassed his father. His Royal Highness, who was 18 years old, is also inferior to the current Prince Xun."

Ling Jian was surprised to see that his face was a little solemn. He paused and then asked, "How does it compare with me?"

"This..." Ling Bo suddenly became hesitant.

"Teacher, please tell me, to be honest, I'm mentally prepared."

Lingbo said, "Compared with His Majesty, Prince Li is better than that. This person is the dragon and phoenix among people.

"Ha ha, that's true." Ling Jian suddenly smiled, but his smile was a little strange and stiff.

He walked slowly to the window and looked up at the sky. The bright moon shuttled through the white gauze clouds, and the summer night sky looked more far-reaching and vast. After half a sound, Ling Jian seemed to whisper to himself, "Teacher, do you think it's appropriate for one mountain and two tigers?"

Lingbo was stunned. He looked at his former apprentice in disbelief and said, "What does Your Highness mean?"

Ling Jian said, "Teacher, you and I have been teachers and apprentices for 15 years. Since the age of five, you have taught me martial arts and instilled the way of my emperors and ministers. What the apprentice is thinking must not be hidden from you.

What a good apprentice. Pretating to be confused and hopeless, Lingbo asked again, "Your Highness, do you really want to do this?"

Ling Jian turned around, walked back to the front of the book and sat down, and said firmly, "For the sake of Qushan peace, all sacrifices are worth it."

In the middle of the night, the lights of Lingxiao Pavilion had already been extinguished. At this time, it was already the third update, and even the maids who took care of the bedroom fell asleep safely. In the bedroom, there is silence. Ayanami's footsteps are a little heavy. He was wearing a black night coat and covered his face with a black scarf. Lingbo put his hand on the sword around his waist, but he couldn't pull it out. He sighed and said, "Your Highness, I just blame you for being too excellent and sharp. If I were your majesty, I would have seen your performance in the hall today.

Lingbo has approached the gate of Lingxiao Pavilion. His holy profession and keen senses made him clearly hear the symmetrical breathing sound from Ling Li in the room. Your Highness, I'm sorry." Lingbo's face showed a decisive look. Guarding Qushan for nearly a hundred years, what kind of person has he not killed? He just felt a little sorry.

"Old General." Ayanami was about to open the door when the girl's silver bell-like voice sounded from behind. Lingbo was shocked and turned around quickly. The girl in front of her, whose hair was slightly curly, just hung on her shoulder. She was wearing a white dress, and her face was sacred and pure in the moonlight. It turned out to be Ling Hui.

Lingbo was surprised again that she was wearing a night clothes, and Princess Linghui could actually recognize herself. A look of hesitation flashed in Lingbo's eyes. If he wanted to kill Ling Li unconsciously, the girl in front of him must die. But in this way, my conscience is unmanageable.

Ling Hui moved a few steps, approached Lingbo, and said coldly, "The holy horse of Qushan, aren't you afraid of laughing so secretly?" At this moment, Ling Hui doesn't look like a 15-year-old girl.

Lingbo's face changed and waved casually. Just as he was about to pull out the sword on his waist, Ling Hui was faster. Ling Bo only felt a white shadow in front of him. When he saw Ling Hui again, the latter had quickly pressed his hand on the hilt and could not move. What surprised Lingbo more was that the energy of the light attribute transmitted by the girl in front of him suppressed the strength of the paladin. The long sword in his hand can't be pulled out no matter how hard he tries to stimulate the fighting spirit in his body.

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