In the tree-lined street outside the Imperial Palace.

"Uh-huh!"

Chanchenchen, who was lying in the passenger seat, woke up suddenly. He immediately pointed his finger at Teru Yebai who was holding a handkerchief, and asked sternly: "What are you doing!?"

Zhao Yebai raised the handkerchief in his hand: "I'll help you wipe your saliva."

"What saliva?"

"The saliva you drooled while sleeping was all on your fat head just now."

Xian Chanchenchen subconsciously wiped the water from his mouth, looked down at the fat orange cat in his arms who endured the thunder and rain, gritted his teeth and said angrily: "How could I... Liuha Lazi..."

"Then what did I wipe?"

The cicada Chenchen was trembling all over, the light explosions at his fingertips were looming, and the corners of his mouth were twitching but he couldn't say a word. Zhao Yebai comforted him: "Adults will drool while sleeping. This is normal. I

Occasionally I wake up with half my face wet, really.”

With this step, Xianchanchenchen's face obviously improved a lot. He snorted, straightened his clothes and hat, and returned to his cold and arrogant expression. Zhao Yebai took out his pocket watch, looked at it, and said: "We have to be on duty until midnight.

Inspector, you are so sleepy now, how will you survive later?"

Xian Chanchenchen glanced at the high wall of the imperial courtyard and said coldly: "We can't get even half of the benefits, but we have to do some dirty work... Taking a nap is already a big honor for them! Normally,

At this time, I have already gone to bed to rest!"

"So fast?" Zhao Yebai asked in surprise: "Inspector, how many hours of sleep do you usually have?"

"Nine hours."

Zhao Yebai blinked and looked at the raccoon slave. The raccoon slave frowned: "What's wrong? Don't you have to sleep for nine hours to be full of energy?"

"Yes, yes." Zhao Yebai shrugged, leaned on the steering wheel and asked: "By the way, there is a stuffed toy with cotton stuffed inside that is popular in Yanjing. Inspector, will you sleep with the stuffed doll in your arms?

"

"What do you mean!" Li Nu was angry: "Do I look like the kind of little kid who has to hold a doll to sleep!?"

"No, no, I also like to sleep with dolls in my arms, really." Zhao Yebai quickly explained: "In that case, Inspector, what do you usually sleep with?"

"It!" The raccoon slave grabbed a handful of fat on the fat orange cat's body. The fat orange cat turned over lazily, exposing its belly and acting coquettishly: "As soon as I sleep, it comes over and hugs me. I won't even sleep with it.

no."

After imagining the scene of Chanchen Chenchen and the fat orange cat sleeping together, Zhao Yebai turned his head to the outside, not letting Hanchan walk see her depressed expression. Chanchan Chenchen felt a little strange, but it didn't matter.

Thinking too much, he stared at the light in the imperial courtyard and suddenly said viciously: "It would be fun if Qin Leyin was carried away on the first night, huh."

Zhao Yebai calmed down and asked: "People died on the first night? Is it so dangerous?"

"This is a battle for the throne, and anything that happens is normal."

"If it is so dangerous, then why are you still fighting for the scabbard seat, Inspector?"

"There are many ways to win," Xianchanchenchen said: "I don't know which one the ceremonial guards use, but if it is the righteous guards who operate it, then we will definitely choose the winning method."

"A sure way to win?!" Zhao Yebai was startled: "Is there a sure way to win?"

"From the very beginning, the victory conditions for the scabbard and the sword seeker are different." Li Nu yawned: "There is only one winner for the sword seeker, but the scabbard does not need to guarantee the victory of its own sword seeker.

,He just needs to guarantee..."

"The victorious sword seeker will need his scabbard."

"There is a difference between a minister and a king. There is only one king, but there can be countless ministers. For the scabbard, it is certainly the best result for the sword seekers they support to win, but if not, then they have other options.

Way out."

"As long as you can show your determination, ability and vision, you will still be appreciated and reused by the winner."

"I can surrender, but you can't. This is the difference between the two." Xian Chanchenchen patted the fat orange cat's butt, and the fat orange cat's tail was straight and raised: "The winning method is also very simple, as long as you go through one or two

After a round of games, everyone will naturally see who is the favorite to win."

"The so-called emperor means that the more people follow him, the more qualified he is. The emperor's power comes from the awe and recognition of everyone. Therefore, candidates who gain a certain advantage will inevitably gain the allegiance of more scabbards, and then it will be like

The snowballs rolling down from the snowy mountains of the Throat of the Sky World grew bigger and bigger until they swallowed up all other weak competitors."

"As long as you see who is the most likely winner, invest in her, and you will win."

Teru Yebai said: "But isn't this... betrayal?"

The raccoon slave sneered and said: "The scabbard and the sword seeker have known each other for only a few days, so how can we talk about betrayal? Moreover, the relationship is originally one of mutual use, and the proper meaning is to break up when the benefits are exhausted."

"Then the battle for the sword will be concluded soon."

"Yes, unless..."

"Unless what?"

Chanchenchen looked at the grass on the street, suddenly pointed at one of the flowers with yellow petals and asked: "Do you know what kind of flower that is?"

Zhao Yebai glanced at it: "Of course I know, that is the morning sun flower. It is loved by countless people because it always faces the sun during the day. I don't know how many poems I have memorized with it as the theme.

"

"There is only one sun in the sky, so sunflowers will only face in the same direction, right?"

"yes."

"I was reading an out-of-town newspaper a few days ago and saw a... well, I suspect it was a short story written by a backlighter." Li Nu rubbed the fat orange cat's ears and said, "The story is that there are nine people in the sky.

The sun dried up the earth and made the people unable to make a living, so a man named Yi shot down all eight suns, leaving only one sun that he recognized."

"Indeed, it sounds very counterintuitive." Zhao Yebai nodded: "The author should be imprisoned immediately, tried and executed."

"But after I read this story, I suddenly thought of Chaoyanghua."

Xian Chanchenchen pointed to the sunflower hidden in the shadow of the night: "In an era when there are multiple suns in the sky, which direction will the sunflower face?"

Wow, this question is so innocent and childish.

Teru Yebai thought so in his heart, but naturally he did not dare to say: "Is this question related to the topic we are talking about?"

"A little bit." Li Nu smiled, looked at the night sky and said, "If there really are multiple suns in the sky..."

"Perhaps every sunflower can choose the sun it wants to follow."

…

…

In the Vientiane Forest, there was total silence.

"One hour." Ming Shuangli said: "After one hour, the replica of the Holy Sword Huiyao will burn out, and the oath-taking ceremony will not be carried out."

"As long as you remain silent for an hour, everything will be over and everyone can get a happy ending."

"This is what I'm giving, the better choice."

really.

No matter what Le Yu thinks, this is a better choice. Although Le Yu is confident that his ice-blood physique can be directly immune to the mental influence of the Holy Sword Huiyao, other scabbards may not have Le Yu's 'spiritual resistance max' feature

, for them, just hearing this news should shake their determination.

Secondly, Ming Shuangli promised to try his best to satisfy the wishes of everyone present, even if it was just an illusory promise, but this promise did not require the risk of failure or loss of life.

If you continue to gamble, you have a 1 in 7 chance of getting 100 points. If you lose, you will get nothing. If you don’t gamble, you can get at least 10 points. As for whether you can expand the 10 points to 100 points later, it depends on your future efforts.

, but will never lose.

Maybe not everyone can win.

But no one will lose.

"It's really heartwarming, Sister Shuangli."

Ming Shuangli looked over and blinked: "Dailan?"

I saw a long-haired girl wearing a short skirt walking out of the darkness. She had a slender waist and a large face. She had a shiny blue moon hairpin on her head. She looked like an elf girl in the night. Le Yu, who had been observing in secret just now

I saw a touch of night blue appearing there.

Ming Shuangli asked sincerely: "Are you willing to give up, Dailan?"

"Not very willing," Ming Dailan shook her head: "If it is true as you said, and everyone else gives up, then if I participate in the sword-hunting competition at this time, then the only competitor will be Sister Shuangli.

Have you? There is a 1/2 chance of becoming the ninth empress in the history of glory, so it’s really hard for me to give up."

"But Dailan, what do you want to do most is not find a handsome guy and have an earth-shattering love affair?" Ming Shuangli said with a smile: "Why do you want to be the queen now?"

"When you become a queen, you can openly open a big Crystal Palace and marry dozens of good-looking guys!" Ming Dailan clenched her fists and said: "And think about it, the lovers of the previous queens were either generals or generals.

The prime minister, all in all, is a handsome guy with both beauty and talent. When I think of great bachelors, generals, military pillars, and medical officers all vying for my favor...this is the love I long for!"

"You have read too many novels!"

"You always have to have dreams, what if they come true?" Ming Dailan said with a smile: "So, Sister Shuangli, can you get out of the way? I have no intention of giving up."

"So..." Ming Shuangli spread his hands: "But where is your scabbard?"

"I don't know who my scabbard is." Ming Dailan clasped her hands together and prayed: "The heavens and the earth are full of spirits. I hope my scabbard is a tall, handsome, caring, considerate, and beautiful man with an extraordinary life experience and dedicated love...
To be continued...