Xiahou Di obviously did not have the awareness of being an emperor. The palace guards watched a girl in a dragon robe rush out of the palace gate with her clothes rushing out of the palace gate, and they didn't even know whether to stop it. They never thought that an emperor would run out of the palace by himself, and then rushed into the Xingyue Sect reporter station without saying a word.

Xiao Ai was receiving Li Xiaorui who had just been transferred to the capital. A group of girls were staring at the emperor who broke in. I wonder if he should call him His Majesty or the Chief Constable.

Wang Bo and Xue Mu followed in anxiously: "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 been awarded the title at that time!"

Xiahou Di was very embarrassed. She didn't realize that she was the emperor at this moment. She always felt that she was still the chief of the Six Gate and was doing something to do. In fact, even Xue Mu didn't react for a while. When she remembered that this guy was the emperor now, she had already run out of the palace... She had no choice but to call Wang Bo and follow him out.

Seeing a girl in the room looking at her stupidly, Xiahou Di said with his neck and mouth: "Being an emperor is not a bird in a cage. I will stop doing it if I really want to suffocate myself to death in the palace. Less gossip, we need to make weapons!"

Li Xiaorui said carefully: "What, what weapon list?"

Xue Mu explained, Li Xiaorui thought straight for a while, scratched his head and said, "Young Master, this proposal is not easy to make."

“Why is it not easy to do?”

"The first issue of the weapon list is only sent to three people, just three pages?"

Xue Mu said angrily: "It's embarrassing, I'm just going to call you up, it's not as good as the Six Gate Publications Department in the past. There are only a few people in each issue of the rookie plot. How can you do it so vividly? It's your turn to talk too much."

"Because it was written for everyone, and one person occupied several pages, and a few people added up to a thin volume." Li Xiaorui was very aggrieved: "But Xujing's life is really not clear about us... And Lin Wuya, he said that his life is inevitable that he would talk about the affairs of the sect leader and could he write it for the people of the world? Yes, too, he fought with our Xingyue Sect for half his life... I wouldn't write about the former sect leader being hurt by him."

Xue Mu's eyes also straightened. That's true. The life stories of this group of people are either very mysterious or have a deep entanglement with their own family, especially the emotional entanglement. It's really a joke to write it out for people all over the world. Not to mention whether the person involved is going to go wild, even Xue Mu will not agree!

He was even more stubborn than Xiahou Di: "Why can't we do it? What is our old business doing? Make up stories! No one knows the story of Xujing. Can we make up ourselves? Can he still argue? Just write that he peeks at the old woman taking a bath at the age of three, and steals the big sow next door at the age of four, and he comes to bite me!"

The girls in the room were stunned: "Young Master, what about the principles of journalism that you have repeatedly taught us?"

"This is called adaptation. Whether you understand flexibility or not, you are the elm's head."

Li Xiaorui said carefully: "How do you write about Lin Wuya?"

Xue Mu actually didn't know how to make up this guy, so he said in anger: "You are a reporter and I am a reporter? I'm asking me about this. It's so embarrassing. You can quit the group!"

Li Xiaorui twitched his nose, touched his skirt in confusion, and said with a red face: "Is it really... going to fade? There are so many people here, can we change places?"

Xue Mu: “…”

Xiahou Di: “…”

"Hey, by the way, why don't I write about Lin Wuya's unrequited love for many years. Isn't it a big hit? You don't have to take off your skirt, right?"

"...Yes, yes." Xue Mu couldn't imagine what strange things would be like when he made this weapon. He really wanted to tear the little fuchsian skirt in public. His claws were creaking for a while before he could barely change the topic: "No matter how you write it, hurry up and do it first. Xiao Ai, is Zheng Yichen coming?"

"Here I'm here, I'm guarding Mr. Zheng's spirit in the backyard."

Zheng Yezhi's mourning hall was directly located in the Xingyue Branch, which was also the result of soliciting Zheng Yichen's opinions. In Zheng Yichen's eyes today, Zheng Yezhi died at the hands of the royal family. He didn't want to have any grand funerals of the ceremonial rituals. It was really uncomfortable, so it would be better to put it on the Xingyue Sect.

Xue Mu and Xiahou Di looked at each other and sighed: "Is there any news about the branch in the sword-making valley coming?"

"Some." Xiao Ai replied carefully: "Our people can't get in, but no matter how you touch indirectly or inquire about the movement, you only feel that the sword-making valley is very calm. We think either Zheng Haoran is finished or they are still waiting for the news of Zheng Yezhi's death to be transmitted back."

Xue Mu nodded in agreement. The circulation of news in this world is not like their Xingyue Sect. Although there are so many things happening here, they broke the deadlock on the first day and ascended the throne the next day. Today is only the third day, which is only the third day before Zheng Yezhi was ambushed and died. The ambush location is more inclined to the capital, and it is still a little far from the sword-making valley. The traitor may not have time to go back. The turmoil is likely to have not begun.

Or it is now beginning. Xue Mu thought of the light and dark aura in the east and fell into deep thought.

"Young Master, do we have to force ourselves into it? There are six doors nearby. Everyone should try to play a role when they work together..."

"It's useless, I'll take my life in vain." Xue Mu sighed: "We don't have strong people there, so this kind of thing depends on the strong people after all... Okay, go to work, let's see Zheng Yichen."

Zheng Yichen sat cross-legged in front of Zheng Yezhi's coffin, motionless. There was sandalwood around him, light smoke, but there was no chanting sutras and chanting Buddha's name or water and land temple, which was very quiet. The names of the Buddhist and Taoist schools did not penetrate the entire world, let alone sects like Zhujian Valley.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Zheng Yichen whispered: "I said don't eat."

Xue Mu said: "How can you take revenge if you don't eat?"

"Don't mention revenge. Now there may be changes in the sword-making valley. My brother is not sure about his life or death, but I can only sit here in a daze." Zheng Yichen whispered: "Do you know what I am thinking now?"

Xue Mu shook his head: "I don't know."

"I even thought, if the traitor killed his brother, I would use the power of General Xue to fight back into the valley, and from then on I will be the master of the valley from now on, it will not be difficult." Zheng Yichen suddenly turned his head and smiled: "Isn't it very disgusting? I just disgusted myself."

Turning his head like this, he saw Xiahou Di standing beside Xue Mu. Zheng Yichen was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said nothing, and turned back.

Xiahou Di didn't mind his rudeness. Zheng Yichen's words made people feel a little dull. Think about Ji Wuyou and why Zheng Yezhi died. That kind of thought was so inappropriate in this context, but it was very consistent with a person's true heart.

"My brother's biological father died early. It was my uncle who had always been to us. My uncle had no son and treated us as his own child." Zheng Yichen whispered: "I'm not worried that the next generation of the Zheng family can compete with others. What he is most worried about is that our brothers will fight because of this kind of thing. So after my brother forged his natal spiritual sword, my uncle asked me to go out... and don't go back when I go out."

Xue Mu was stunned: "You stayed in Lingzhou after you arrived, but in fact you were exiled."

"Yes." Zheng Yichen smiled: "Although I'm a little cruel to me, I'm happy to accept it because I don't want to fight with my brother. Lingzhou is very suitable for my appetite and is very novel. Every day has a new experience. It's also fun to be a traffic manager, as if watching the world change under my feet, all the textures are revealed. I think this is very good. You can do what you like without fighting with your brother. But at this moment, I find that it's not so reliable. I actually hope that my brother will die in rebellion... I actually have such a beast."
Chapter completed!