"There is an old saying in the Central Plains, it is the son's fault if he does not teach his father. If he were not my son, I would not come in person today. Precisely because he is also of my blood, I should come in person to give you an explanation."
Emperor Xiyue's words kept buzzing in the minds of those from the Western Regions present.
After a long while, "...the Lord of the Xiyue Kingdom, the Holy Lord is definitely not such a person, absolutely not..." They left this subconscious sentence.
Emperor Xiyue's tone was emotionless, "It seems that he has been very successful in deceiving you over the years. Bring the young prince of Southern Xinjiang up here."
When Murong Zheng, who was dressed in Tsing Yi and looked like a replica of Dongfang Qing to some extent, appeared in everyone's sight holding Yin Li who had no idea what was going on, Baili Feiyue was almost bitten to pieces even though she couldn't move or speak.
A silver tooth.
In all the previous performances of Emperor Xiyue, even if they were related to her and her eldest grandson Wuji, she could bear to see what kind of medicine he was selling in his gourd.
Now, Emperor Xiyue's sudden revelation of his relationship with his master really surprised her. Not to mention, Murong Zheng's appearance holding Yin Li was completely unexpected!
"This little baby is the beloved only son of the regent of Southern Xinjiang. Murong Shuo asked people to kidnap this child and bring it to the Western Region. What do you think it will bring to the Western Region?"
Baili Feiyue heard the voice of Emperor Xiyue in her ears, and in her eyes was the scene of Murong Zheng holding Yin Li as she walked to Emperor Xiyue and saluted Emperor Xiyue.
damn it!
Is Murong Zheng actually a member of Emperor Xiyue?
There must be someone placed by Emperor Xiyue in the Holy Religion. This is inevitable. But no matter how she thought about it, she never thought that that person would be Murong Zheng!
Murong Zheng, like Xi Mo, is her second most important presence in the Western Region's holy religion, second only to her master!
In the past few years, no flaws have been exposed, and she has never been suspicious.
Should she say that Emperor Xiyue had a sharp eye and a unique vision for appointing people, or should she lament that Murong Zheng was so proficient in acting.
She stared at Murong Zheng for a moment, but the man in green didn't look at her at all. He just held Yin Li and stood behind Emperor Xiyue.
You don't dare to look at her, right? What a Murong Zheng. When this matter is over, she has to have a 'chat' with him!
Baili Feiyue subconsciously turned her eyes to look at the master beside her.
From the corner of his eye, he could only see his master's thin lips holding a somewhat diffuse smile, with a very indifferent expression that showed no surprise or concern.
And because of Yin Li's appearance, the people below who had unswervingly supported and trusted Murong Shuo, the Holy Lord, now began to waver, and they were wavering for nothing else.
But...
Looking at Yin Li's expression, there was some inexplicable fear. Even though he was so far away, he subconsciously took a few steps back and murmured, "The young prince of Southern Xinjiang..."
Like most ordinary people in any country, people from the Western Regions are no exception. When they hear the word "Southern Xinjiang", the first thing they think of is the poisonous magic of Southern Xinjiang.
People's fear of such mysterious, unknown and unknown things is always to a certain extent even greater than the fear of death caused by open swords and open guns.
Seeing that the mood of these people finally changed, Emperor Xiyue said at the right time, "But don't worry, everyone, I will handle the matter of the young prince in Southern Xinjiang properly. Murong Shuo should be accountable for his other sins and bear the responsibility."
, I, Xiyue, will never shirk it. However, we have to resolve the next matter privately, so please forgive me."
Those who play power politics are indeed the most shameless people in the world and the ones who can confuse right and wrong.
Although my dog Master is not completely innocent, Emperor Xiyue is the master at being shameless and tongue-tied.
It's not that Baili Feiyue isn't in a hurry, it's because he's under control now, so it's useless to rush.
Moreover, this drama between Emperor Xiyue and his master cannot be solved or changed by her jumping out now.
Don't talk about her, look at her brother Dongfang Qing. With his status, he is silent now and has no other reaction at all.
Obviously, because Dongfang Qing also understands that this scene cannot be stopped or changed by him standing up.
However, understanding is understanding.
Why should Emperor Xiyue have such an advantage?
She reluctantly looked at the man next to her out of the corner of her eye again.
Master Dog, if you have any plans, come up with them as soon as possible, otherwise your shameless father will go to heaven!
However, the man next to her still didn't look at her, and she couldn't even tell whether his smiling eyebrows and corners of his mouth had more or less other emotions.
He even stood up and said with a smile, "Okay, Lord Xiyue, please follow me."
This was also the only sentence he said. He didn't even explain half a word of everything Emperor Xiyue did and said before!
After saying that, the Holy Lord picked up Baili Feiyue and took the lead to leave. No matter what the thousands of people below thought, no one spoke up to question him, not to mention questioning, not even asking.
They still dare not offend him!
Even what Emperor Xiyue said is so convincing!
However, they dared to leave. They were as suspicious as Emperor Xiyue, but they did not dare to follow him immediately.
But they had left their words behind and almost disappeared, so he had to follow.
What's more, some things cannot really be known to outsiders.
He turned to Dongfang Qing and said, "Go to the inn and wait for me."
Dongfang Qing looked at him deeply and finally said, "I accept my order."
Emperor Xiyue waved his hand, and dozens of more skilled soldiers came over, "Protect the Seventh Prince."
"Yes, my lord."
Emperor Xiyue looked at Murong Zheng who was holding Yin Li again, "You take the young prince of Southern Xinjiang with Lao Qi and protect him." At this point, his voice became louder, "I will never let Murong Shuo go.
His conspiracy succeeded and let him bring the war in southern Xinjiang to our Western Moon, and even our Western Region!"
After ordering everything to be arranged, Emperor Xiyue led his people to follow the Holy Cult.
Dongfang Qing looked away, his dark eyes dark.
He led the people straight to a place below, and those who were still confused and had suffered a major blow moved out of the way numbly like puppets.
Dongfang Qing walked up to Mu Qing, who was obviously on guard, "Miss Mu, please leave the Holy City quickly."
Did you actually recognize her a long time ago?
Mu Qing originally had a good impression of Dongfang Qing, the seventh prince of Xiyue, but now her feelings are complicated. She raised her eyebrows and said, "What about this girl?"
Dongfang Qing frowned slightly, "Miss Mu, Ling Jing won't want you to get involved."
Mu Qing rubbed her chin and thought for a moment, then shrugged, "You are right, then let's go. Your Highness, the Seventh Prince, aren't you also going down the mountain to an inn in the Holy City? Let's go together."
The guards behind Dongfang Qing immediately took a few steps forward vigilantly.
Mu Qing sighed and dragged Su Yan to the front.
Mu Qing, Dongfang Qing and his party also left.
The main characters were all gone, and the remaining people seemed to have completely lost their souls. For a long time, there was still a suffocating silence that could almost hear a pin drop.