Chapter Two Hundred and Fortieth Take, You must give.
Su Bei looked at the Zhiyang Lotus blooming in front of him, his eyes skipping the intersection between it and the Zhiyang Lotus.
The corner of his mouth became weirder and weirder, and he slowly stretched out his hand, rubbing it bit by bit.
Now he is more and more sure that this thing is what he guessed, but he just doesn't know if it can be used as he thought...!?
"hiss--"
He took a deep breath and slowly swayed in his chest to calm down his excitement.
"Anyway, Nanji will be back in a few days...can you try it too?"
"Should be shortcomings."
"..."
Ahem——
After swimming out of the crack, Su Bei covered the crack with a big stone.
After confirming that the boiling heat was no longer visible, he slowly emerged from the water.
Looking at the boat that carried the memories of the two of them, Su Bei's white shirt was fluttering in the wind.
The setting sun gradually disappeared, the moonlight was getting thicker, and the stars in the sky were flickering.
Su Bei stood on the canopy of the boat, looking at the galaxy.
Then he slowly stretched out his hand towards the sky, as if he wanted to climb up, but also as if he wanted to pick it off. Then he stretched out his five fingers, and then suddenly retracted them, as if he wanted to hold all the stars in the sky in his hands. fist.
"I need to become stronger..."
Su Bei's heart was fluctuating with the starlight, his eyebrows were a little sour, and there were some serious dark circles under his eyes.
He pinched it with his hand, and a wry smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
The fatigue that had lasted for such a long time finally swept over me at this moment, so I simply lay down on the boat and squinted my eyes slightly.
No one around disturbed me.
After resting for a while, the figure disappeared into the moonlight and walked towards the holy land.
He wanted to say goodbye to Yaoyan.
This time when I go to southern Xinjiang, I will be accompanied by someone.
Nanji.
...
The ancient country of Dongfeng, Luodu.
In the dim dusk sky, a young man wearing a Confucian shirt was walking on the prosperous street with his hands behind his back, heading towards the Annan Palace.
Luodu in the ancient Dongfeng Kingdom is still as majestic as before, inherited for thousands of years, with traces of vicissitudes everywhere, just like an old man.
But it grows stronger with age and remains standing.
During this visit to the ancient country of Dongfeng, Nan Huang also told him some things in private. As for the daughter of the Confucian sage who was traveling with him, he was just a little girl. He thought she was more of a mascot walking on the road.
Before coming, Liu Zizhan did some research on the three vassal kings of Dongfeng Ancient Kingdom and had a general understanding of each of them.
Among them, the King of Fortune, Ji Tongzhi.
This person is not very outstanding. Among the three vassal kings, his actions can only be evaluated in four words. He is quite satisfactory. Among the three vassal kings, this person is the most stable.
King of Zhenbei, Ji Beiwang, after becoming the new King of Zhenbei, Beihai City gradually transformed from a place that simply guarded the frontier to a hub connecting Beihai and the Western Wilderness. Countless caravans came and went from here. stay, pass by.
This majestic city soon became known as the "Sea Capital". Although it was slightly less prosperous than the Holy Land, it was comparable to Jinling along the Jiangnan coast of the ancient Nanfeng country.
This city can be said to be connected to the lifeblood of the twenty-one states, which is very rare. This shows how important this person was in the heart of the deceased old Donghuang.
This person was quite ambitious, but the place of actual power was still too far away from Luodu, so Liu Zizhan did not turn his attention to this person.
The purpose of his trip is very clear, that is, among the three kings, King Annan is still in Luodu.
It is said that his fiefdom is in Huazhou, guarding the upper half of the Cangjiang River, but due to various reasons, he has been staying in Luodu and never left.
In the eyes of outsiders, he was seen as doing nothing all day long, lingering in wine and sex. He could be said to be the most dandy among the three kings, and was regarded as a puddle of mud that could not hold up the wall.
Annan Palace is located in the northwest corner of Luodu. It is second only to the Imperial Palace in terms of size and its interior is very exquisite.
Prince Annan, Ji Pingsheng, was sitting idle in the pavilion in the backyard of the palace, with a maid beside him holding his shoulders, bathing in the warm afternoon sun, feeling drowsy.
At this moment, a man walked up to him silently, waved his hands gently and the maids retreated, and whispered in his ear:
"Your Highness."
Ji Pingsheng's eyes never opened, and he hummed indifferently:
"What's the matter?"
The man spoke in a low voice:
"The spies have sent news that a man named Liu Zizhan wants to visit. It seems that when this man left the ancient Nanfeng Kingdom, he secretly spied with the Southern Emperor for an hour. Calculating the time, it should be here soon."
Ji Pingsheng's eyes were half-squinted and he said without thinking:
"not see."
The man's eyes were obviously confused. He wanted to say something, but he saw Ji Pingsheng's eyes opened and looking at him:
"If you know that he will come to Prince Annan's Mansion, it means that the entire Luodu is already aware of this person's movements."
"At this juncture, wouldn't this be a way to openly tell the world?"
"..."
The man nodded with a sinking face, turned around and was about to leave when he was suddenly stopped by Ji Pingsheng again.
"Well, maybe we can meet him, but not at Prince Annan's Mansion."
"Let's arrange a show at the theater."
"..."
The man nodded in agreement, and then slowly retreated.
Ji Pingsheng was the only one left in the pavilion. He looked at the chessboard in front of him and murmured to himself:
"This is a risky move, but it's up to God to make things happen. Whether you can win this game or not depends on how good fortune will bring you."
"Ji Nanjue is missing? How true or false is this?"
"Perhaps he is taking this opportunity to secretly wait to catch a big fish like me."
"How can there be so many foolproof things in the world? But this Nanhuang is a bit interesting. I don't know what means he used to control Ji Nanjue."
"..."
At this point, he paused for a moment and sighed:
"Do you simply want a Huazhou?"
"It's just a cover-up..."
His eyes were complicated, and he could see this situation clearly.
The Southern Emperor might want to provoke a turmoil in the ancient Dongfeng Kingdom, and then make Dongfeng more chaotic, thereby achieving some of the Southern Emperor's so-called goals, although he has not yet guessed this purpose.
If the huge ancient Dongfeng Kingdom were to be torn apart, the old Donghuang would probably be angry to death if he had a spirit in the sky.
...
Liu Zizhan didn't know why King Annan never let him enter the palace.
However, I think that the fact that I came to visit King Annan must have already fallen into the sight of all the spies in Luodu.
——One of the goals has been achieved.
As he was walking back, a vendor carrying a pole hurried past him and accidentally turned over the radishes in the basket.
He hurriedly picked it up and continued walking forward.
Liu Zizhan calmly looked at the small piece of paper that was handed to him unknowingly, read the words on it, and walked towards the theater not far away.
There were a lot of people and it was quite noisy.
In one of the small cubicles, before he knocked on the door, someone had already opened the door.
Liu Zizhan took a step back and looked at the two people in front of him carefully.
A middle-aged man has a handsome appearance and is dressed in a very ordinary way. He would not make any waves among the crowd, but the occasional condescending air in his eyes makes him look very uneven.
Behind him was an expressionless man, dressed like a butler, bending over.
Liu Zizhan's heart moved and he took the initiative to hold his hand and said:
"Liu Zizhan has met His Highness."
Ji Pingsheng didn't put on any airs, he just returned the gift casually and sat on the chair.
Lowering his eyes, he did not let Liu Zihan sit down.
He picked up a cup of tea on the eucalyptus, blew in a stream of hot air, and said softly:
"Speaking of which, Brother Zizhan gave Ji a hard time."
"It's really a big surprise."
"Ji likes drinking and sex. Because of this, he is famous for not living up to expectations, and everything he does is taken as a matter of course."
"I think brother Zizhan should give Ji an explanation."
"..."
The man behind him took a step forward. There was no aura around him, but a terrifying sense of oppression swept over him instantly, causing Liu Zizhan to break out in cold sweat on his back.
Liu Zizhan knew clearly that he walked towards Prince Annan's Mansion in such a swagger. This scene was extremely ambiguous in the eyes of interested people.
The whereabouts of the Eastern Emperor had just become unknown, so what did King Annan mean by being so grand?
Although I have never met him, I can already taste him in the eyes of those who are interested.
Liu Zizhan took a deep breath, bowed deeply to Ji Pingsheng, and said:
"Zizhan was too abrupt and caused His Highness to be misunderstood. Zizan must apologize first."
"I apologize to His Highness."
A meaningful smile appeared on the corner of Ji Pingsheng's mouth, and he said quietly:
"It doesn't matter if it's abrupt or not, don't beat around the bush."
"Ji hopes to hear some news that can make you apologize."
"..."
After he finished speaking, he pointed to the chair in front of Yi Shen, gesturing for him to sit down and talk.
Liu Zizhan smiled coquettishly, re-examining King Annan in his heart.
After hesitating for a moment, he finally said:
"Has Your Highness ever heard of the 'Blood Refining Formation'?"
Just click on some words and stop.
Ji Pingsheng raised his eyebrows, but his expression remained unchanged. He placed a cup of tea on the eucalyptus and nodded:
"Of course I've heard of it."
But there was already a storm in my heart.
Liu Zizhan is a smart man, and the Southern Emperor will not send a fool to visit Dongfeng.
In this case, at this time, when he mentioned the blood refining formation, there was something intriguing about it.
Donghuang's disappearance among people in their position was not a well-hidden matter, but what he couldn't figure out was who could have such a big hand?
What is the relationship between the people under this blood refining formation and the Southern Emperor?
Is Nanhuang a collaborator or an implementer? If it is the latter, then...
There was a hint of fire in his eyes, as if he had seen the dawn for the first time.
He tapped the eucalyptus gently, and the sound followed the rhythm of the drama outside the cubicle.
"The Southern Emperor promised that he would do his best to help His Highness ascend to the throne of the Eastern Emperor, and as a reward, he would receive Huazhou in the upper reaches of the Cangjiang River!"
"..."
To be fair, Ji Nanjue has controlled the ancient Dongfeng Kingdom for hundreds of years, and he has long been accustomed to the current state of idleness. Even when King Zhenbei and King Fuzhong were prospering, he still chose to stay in Luodu.
But he had longed for that position for a long time.
He also understands that if you take something generously, you must first give something generously.
"Brother Zizhan is afraid that he has found the wrong person. Ji is just a puddle of mud, and the whole Dongfeng knows it."
"Besides, is Nanhuang so sure that my good brother will not come back?"
Ji Pingsheng played with the cup in his hand and looked at Liu Zizhan with some interest.
Liu Zizhan said meaningfully:
"We will see the outcome at tomorrow's court meeting."
"..."
The two looked at each other for a long time, and there was a long silence in the room.
Ji Pingsheng knew what Nan Huang was thinking, but he understood better that a mature emperor would allow the whole world to have a second emperor?
Taking a step back, even if the Southern Emperor really has no intention of unifying the entire twenty-one states and is willing to share the world with the Eastern Emperor, can he really secure that position?
He waved his hand and closed his eyes.
This is a big gamble.
If Donghuang really dies in the Blood Refining Formation as people say, Dongfeng will definitely fall into turmoil. This needs to be planned in advance.
Behind King Zhenbei there is Duobao Pavilion, which is also ambiguous with Cangzong.
Even behind King Fuzhong there is Buddhism.
Liu Zizhan stood up, took a step back, and said:
"It's getting late. I can't stay long. I have to go on my way, so I won't bother you for now..."
Turning around, he disappeared into the night.
After a while, the man looked at Ji Pingsheng and said softly:
"Your Highness."
Ji Pingsheng, who was deep in thought, came back to his senses and asked:
"How true do you think what this person said is true?"
The man thought for a moment and said slowly:
"The Southern Emperor back then was ambitious and courageous."
Ji Pingsheng picked up the tea bowl on the short eucalyptus, gently blew the tea leaves on it, and murmured to himself:
"There are many ambitious and courageous people in this world, but after all, there are only a few who succeed."
"Do you think this is worth the gamble?"
"..."
The man didn't speak, his brows furrowed into the Chinese character "Sichuan", and after a long time he said:
"Your Highness, if you take generously, you must give generously."
Ji Pingsheng stood up, put his hands behind his back, and said with a smile:
"But if I lose Huazhou, won't I become a sinner for all eternity?"
"..."
...
It's sunny after the rain.
The blue sky is as clear as water, and the green mountains in the past are now shrouded in mist, as if the jade mountains from a fairyland have accidentally fallen into the world.
The vigorous and mottled willow trees are covered with greenery, as graceful as a girl, and their branches are soul-stirring.
——Su Bei rushed all the way back to the Holy Land, feeling a little guilty.
He sneaked out without saying hello and stayed away all day.
After adjusting his clothes, he walked towards Yao Yan's house. The surrounding Holy Land disciples looked at Su Bei, but there was no surprise on their expressions, and they all said hello:
"Is Elder Su feeling better?"
"Elder Su is finally out!!"
"I've slept all day and all night."
Su Bei was wondering, did they not know about his going out?
Along the way, we arrived at the door of Yaoyan's courtyard. Just as he was about to knock on the door, he was suddenly blocked by a woman.
Her attire is different from others. A green glass silver hairpin is inserted diagonally at the bottom of her slightly shaky bun, outlining two rings of green silk flying clouds.
The crumbling mountains are matched with that familiar face.
The moth pattern between the eyebrows is described as a three-leaf plum blossom, just like cherry red dots.
Wearing a muslin double-breasted skirt with a white background and red edges, the skirt and cuffs are embroidered with roses, and on her feet are a pair of silk shoes with a blue background and green edges. There is a feather cicada on each toe, holding both hands.
When moving, the cicada's wings tremble slightly, as if it is about to fly.