Why, there must be a reason for him to stop the melee between the four countries?
Uncle Nine Emperors looked at Feng Qingchen thoughtfully, with a sad expression: "Why do you think there must be a reason for this? I just don't want to fight, is this not okay?"
Uncle Jiuhuang was in a low mood. He had no intention of fishing anymore. He put the fishing rod in his hand at his feet and stood up.
He doesn't need other people's understanding, because the less understanding those people have, the more they will think he is acting strangely and unpredictably, and they will not dare to offend him lightly.
But today, Feng Qingchen repeatedly asked him about his intention to prevent the war, which made him very irritable.
To prevent a war, does it need a reason?
Uncle Jiuhuang felt depressed, walking casually along the edge of the pond, his back looking a little depressed and a little lonely. He felt as if he was the only one in the world.
Feng Qingchen didn't hesitate at all, quickly dropped the fishing rod and followed...
Willow branches were floating, the breeze was blowing, and the elegant lotus fragrance was blowing towards their faces, but neither of them was in the mood to appreciate it. The Nine Emperors Uncle's eyes were slightly restrained, and he kept looking ahead, not knowing what he was thinking.
Feng Qingchen walked beside Jiuhuangshu, glancing at him from time to time. She couldn't think of what she had done wrong, but looking at Jiuhuangshu, he seemed very unhappy.
The two of them had walked most of the circle around the pond, neither of them saying anything, until... when they came under the plane tree, Uncle Nine Emperors stopped and pointed to the boat moored in the water.
"Qingchen, do you remember last year when I stood on the boat and played the flute?"
"Of course I remember." Feng Qingchen nodded hard.
Such a beautiful scene, she will never forget it in her life...
That day, Uncle Nine Emperors was riding a boat through the lotus leaves, playing a piece of music that she didn't understand but found very pleasant.
The music was not only pleasant to the ears but also pleasing to the heart. She had never seen anyone using the flute to attract hundreds of birds to worship. The person who attracted hundreds of birds was a man.
"At that time, I thought you were some god from heaven who fell into this world by mistake." If Uncle Nine Emperors didn't hit her on the head with his flute in the end, then what happened by the lotus pond that day would definitely be called perfect, the best and most beautiful thing in her heart.
A sweet scene.
Hearing Feng Qingchenru's high praise, Uncle Nine Emperors finally felt a lot better, and he asked nonchalantly: "What do you think my king had at that time?"
"To please me?" Feng Qingchen said quite narcissistically. At that time, there was no one else here except her.
Uncle Nine Emperors shook his head, ignoring Feng Qingchen's unhappy look, and said: "Qingchen, not everything I do is done with purpose and intention. At that time, I had no intention of pleasing you.
I just want to do that."
Even if Feng Qingchen was not around, he would play the flute in the lotus pond that day and enjoy the scenery.
"Oh..." Feng Qingchen lowered his head and said wilfully, feeling disappointed in his heart. This time it was Feng Qingchen's turn to be unhappy.
She always thought that everything the Nine Emperors Uncle did that day was to please her and pursue her, but it turned out that he had no such intention at all.
It's really a damn shame to be amorous or something.
Uncle Jiuhuang couldn't bear to see Feng Qingchen's depressed look, but he didn't want to lie, so he stretched out his hand to rub Feng Qingchen's head and comforted him: "I am so wronged. People who don't know about it would think that I have bullied you."
you."
"You've already bullied me." It's really embarrassing for her to be amorous for so long.
"The king definitely didn't do it on purpose. Although I didn't deliberately please you at that time, it made you happy and I was satisfied." Uncle Nine Emperors pulled Feng Qingchen into his arms.
That day, what he wanted to do was not to hit Feng Qingchen with his flute, but to hold Feng Qingchen in his arms.
Everyone likes to hear good words, and Feng Qingchen is also an ordinary woman. When she heard Uncle Jiu Huang's affectionate words, she immediately hugged Uncle Jiu Huang with a happy face.
"Count on your conversation and forgive you once."
Feng Qingchen was very coaxed today, and Uncle Jiuhuang just said a few words, so she dropped the matter. On the contrary, Uncle Jiuhuang was not an easy person to coax, and he was still thinking about Feng Qingchen's previous problems.
"Qingchen, what do you think my king's intention is in preventing the war between the Three Kingdoms of Dongling and Xiling?" It was obviously a question that Feng Qingchen wanted to ask. Uncle Nine Emperors not only did not answer, but asked Feng Qingchen in turn.
Feng Qingchen was not stupid either. Even if he had an idea in his mind, the others would just shake their heads.
Uncle Nine Emperors did not explain his intention, he only said: "Does this king have to have an intention to prevent this war?"
Uncle Jiuhuang didn't understand how utilitarian he was before Feng Qingchen concluded that everything he did had a purpose.
"Would you do this if you had no other intention?" Feng Qingchen asked.
Facts have proved that the image of Uncle Nine Emperors in Feng Qingchen's heart is different from what he thought. Hearing Feng Qingchen's words, Uncle Nine Emperors felt internally hurt.
"My king must have intention in doing things. Can't I act based on my heart? If I, my king, stop this war, I don't want to destroy all lives and don't want the people of Kyushu to make useless sacrifices. Do you believe it?"
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He used this reason at that time to ask Mr. Yinli to help him, and to send troops to Zongcheng, Ancheng and Jiancheng.
If Nanling Jinxing heard Jiuhuangshu's reason, he would probably hit a wall.
He couldn't accept that Uncle Nine Emperors had ruined all his plans for such a stupid reason, and he couldn't accept that he was defeated by Uncle Nine Emperors' rare righteousness.
A man born to be an emperor, a man whose goal is to compete for the throne, can be so "kind". This kind of "kindness" will cost people's lives.
Fortunately, Nanling Jinxing would never have imagined that the reason why Uncle Nine Emperors stopped this war was just for the sake of the people. Otherwise, he would be so angry that Uncle Nine Emperors would vomit blood and go back to slaughter a city and give it to Uncle Nine Emperors.
Uncle Nine Emperors paid for his "foolish kindness".
"Hmm..." Feng Qingchen thought for a moment and nodded vigorously: "Letter."
Anyway, she couldn't have imagined what Uncle Nine Emperors meant.
"Do you really believe it?" This time, Uncle Nine Emperors was surprised.
Because of Feng Qingchen's firm word "faith", Uncle Nine Emperors' mood instantly improved.
To fight for the world, there must be sacrifices. Uncle Nine Emperors only hopes to minimize this sacrifice. No matter how hard we fight, the people of Jiuzhou Continent will die. This kind of meaningless war can be fought with one less person.
field, there will be fewer sacrifices.
"Why don't you believe it? You are a human being too." No matter how cruel the murderer is, he still has softness, not to mention that Uncle Nine Emperors is not the pervert like Zhezhe who loves blood and cruelty.
When Zhezhe arrived, Feng Qingchen frowned unconsciously. She had not seen Zhezhe for several days and had no idea what he was doing recently.
Zhezhe... Feng Qingchen's heart suddenly choked, and his face showed pain.
"What's wrong?" Uncle Nine Emperors asked with concern. He was fine just now, but why did he become unhappy in the blink of an eye?
"I don't know, I feel like something bad is going to happen." For some reason, Feng Qingchen had a very bad premonition when he thought of Zhe Zhe.
"I don't know if I'm too worried, but I always feel like something is going to happen." The more I think of Zhezhe, the stronger the uneasy feeling becomes...