Red Heart Survey

  Chapter 283 Just like the previous appointment

  But said that Yang Xuance, the youngest son of the Emperor of the Kingdom of Yang, had swept away the past and forbeared, furious and smashed the jade that was rare in the palace.

  No one dares to bear the charge of blocking the human relations of the monarch.

   Outside the whole hall of nourishing the heart, it was so quiet that you could not even hear your breathing.

  It seemed that the wind had also stopped in fright.

  Bingbi **** Liu Huai immediately lowered his head to admit his mistake, frightened: "How dare the old slave?"

  But the posture is full and the etiquette is complete, but the feet are not moved.

  He admitted his mistake, apologized, bowed his head, but refused.

  Look at the guards, court ladies, and eunuchs all around you looking down silently, and then at the hall of cultivating the heart that has always been silent.

  Yang Xuance discovered that his heart, which had already been so cold, could still cool down a bit...

  How can he not hear the noisy and noisy disregard of etiquette and the cultivation of his father.

  I just don’t want to listen, or I don’t bother to pay attention.

   After so many years of patience, the first time he got angry, Yang Xuance originally wanted to do something, but suddenly became frustrated.

What is the meaning of   ?

   "Never mind." He sighed, and pulled out a letter from his sleeve: "The important matter of the family and the country must not be delayed. If you forward this letter to the father, I will not hinder his old man's eyes."

   "The old slave will definitely be delivered." Liu Huai bent over and took the letter with both hands respectfully, without failing his courtesy.

  Watching Yang Xuance's back strode away.

   So he straightened up little by little. Without looking at it, just rubbing his hands together, the letter turned into dust.

  A sneer evoked at the corner of his mouth. Now that the East Palace is solid, Liu Huai certainly knows who is the master of the mountains and rivers here. The fifth prince only now thinks of "doing business" and "starting up". It is too late for the stove and firewood to be lacking.

  What’s more, the monarch doesn’t care about this so-called son. The prince is the future master of Yang Kingdom. He has served the monarch with him for many years. How can he not know?

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

   Sending this letter today is just a matter of convenience, but in the eyes of those with a heart, it means that if the heart is not firm, it will inevitably be liquidated. How can he take risks for a mere Yang Xuan strategy?

   Outside the Hall of Nourishing the Heart, there are guards, court ladies, and eunuchs, but they all only look down at the boots, and no one dares to look over here.

  He Liu Huai bends over, and if someone is unworthy of seeing him, if he sees it unfortunately, he will have to lose his life.

   turned around and walked back to the Hall of Nourishing Heart, without making a sound at his feet.

  Beside the monarch, countless people want to squeeze, so they can’t delay.

  The main hall is magnificent. Yang Jiande, the emperor of the state of Yang, is sitting on a white jade futon with his eyes closed, golden light faintly above his head, but he is not busy with any political affairs.

  Liu Huai carefully stood in the corner of the temple, it was a position where a monarch could find him the first time when he wanted to find him, and would not always be obnoxious in his sight.

  A long time has passed.

  Yang Jiande, the lord of the Yang Kingdom, did not open his eyes, but said: "What is Xuan Ce doing wrong again?"

   Liu Huai said respectfully: "Said that there is a business request to see your Majesty."

  In the magnificent hall, there is no more information.

  ……

  ……

  The wreckage of Jiacheng City was finally contained.

  With the support of Yang Ting and the assistance of the Four Seas Business Alliance, the Mo family, who has ruled this place for hundreds of years, all mobilized their forces to contain the disaster before the end of July.

  In the final analysis, the black misfortune is of course terrible, but in the extraordinary world, it is not an unsolvable problem. Not even within the scope of the most terrible disaster.

  Take the decisive battle between Qin and Chu in the river valley plain last year. The two sides invested nearly 100,000 extraordinary monks, and the mountains broke and the ground broke at every turn.

  The two great powers fought, and the entire river valley and plain was trapped for hundreds of miles, and no grass grew. The fertile land in the past turned into scorched earth every night. This plain once supported many people, but now it can't even grow weeds. What kind of natural disaster can compare to this tragic?

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

  The black catastrophe of Yang Kingdom has spread so far, and the number of dead has not broken down to one hundred thousand.

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

  But man-made disasters have never been better than natural disasters.

  Man kills more people than any natural disaster or any other kind, and kills more quickly!

  Leave aside these things.

  People who are interested have probably been able to discover that during this period of time, Jiacheng has become less and less of the Mo family’s direct family. Many of the Mo family’s properties, sold for sale, and given away, have almost been scattered.

  Mo's family, has already completely withdrawn from Jiacheng, withdrawing from the land they have operated for hundreds of years.

The whereabouts of    is unclear, but many people are determined to be Dongwanggu. After all, the current Patriarch of the Mo family, Mo Zichu, is a disciple of Dongwanggu.

  East King Valley itself is not much different from ordinary countries, and naturally it can accommodate the Mo family.

  It’s just that people are cheap when they leave their hometowns. No matter where they migrated, if the Mo family wants to restore their old appearance, it is not a matter of one or two generations.

  ……

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

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

  Mo family has been operating Jiacheng City for hundreds of years. Even if they lost their hearts in the disaster, the prestige accumulated over the years has not disappeared for a while.

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

  This is also the reason why Jiang Wang believed that in order to curb the disaster in Jiacheng, Mo Zichu must cooperate.

  The entire Jiacheng city area people, there is no one who is not afraid of the prestige of the Mo family, and this warrior of the town hall is no exception.

  Jiang Wang opened his eyes without any surprise.

  Take the long sword directly, push the door and walk to the north gate of Qingyang Town.

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

   was still on the road, and heard an angry shout, which moved the whole town.

   "Jiang Wang!"

   Now, Xiangqian, Zhu Biqiong, Zhang Hai, and Dugu Xiao were all shocked.

  Even the guards of the Four Seas Business League guarding the warehouse, Chong Xuan Sheng, the medical monks sent to treat the people, all paid attention.

  Not to mention the town hall arresting fast, warriors, and even the town’s people.

  If it is not a special period, no access is allowed, I am afraid that at this time, the people of the town will have already squeezed the north gate to a halt.

  This is the case, they all raised 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.

  There should have been this battle in Jiacheng that day, thinking about the people of the city, then took the sword and left.

  As of now, he certainly will not evade.

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

  One person is independent.

  All the chic and suaves of the past have disappeared, and his face is so thin that he looks cold and stern.

  But seeing him wrapped in a funeral belt on his forehead and wearing a filial attire, he suddenly saw the murderous air.

   Seeing Jiang Wang appear, he only said: "Everything has been decided, so it is as before."

  Insert the carp-patterned red flag in the hand down, a few inches into the ground, and the flag's face flutters in the wind.

   "Jiang Wang! I'll kill you!"

  To kill the father’s hatred is not shared.

   eager to try, Dugu Xiao pulled the bamboo Biqiong quietly.

  But Jiang Wang waved his hand back, beckoning them not to move rashly.

   Press the sword with one hand on the waist and stand outside Dingzhen Gate.

  Done sword at the door, and only said: "Come on!"

  　 and vote!

  (End of this chapter)