Ning Fengzhi coughed dryly and corrected himself with the rigor of correcting an academic paper:
"Your Majesty... this needs to be more rigorous."
"The chamber pot was not snatched back by us."
He paused, seeming to consider his words.
"The opponent... thrown it on his own initiative."
Xue Ye: "..."
Above the main hall, hundreds of civil and military officials said, "..."
Xue Ye looked at Ning Fengzhi's serious look and finally fell silent.
The silence is long enough for a Soul Master to meditate for a circle.
Then, he raised his head suddenly, his body under the dragon robe was shaking with anger, and his voice was broken.
"Is she sick!?"
A roar from the depths of his soul echoed in the hall.
Every one of the civil and military officials in the dynasty buried their heads even lower, wishing they could find a crack in the ground and crawl in.
No one dares to get into trouble at this time.
"She, Qian Renxue, Spirit Hall Holy Maiden!"
"I spent more than ten years of my youth pretending to be my most promising son and playing the role of a perfect prince without missing a beat!"
Xue Ye pointed at his nose, his face turned the color of pig liver.
"I! Love her as my own son! Raise her as my only heir!"
"She has also completely gained my trust!"
"What's the result?"
He suddenly pointed at the two separate halves of gold artwork in the center of the hall, and his whole body was trembling with anger.
"She doesn't plan for my country, she doesn't engage in coups, she doesn't engage in any shocking conspiracy..."
"She ran away!"
"She ran away overnight just to take away half of my treasury?!"
"What is she planning!?"
Xue Ye became more and more excited as he talked, feeling like an ignorant old man who had been defrauded of money and sex, full of absurdity.
"Does she think that my throne is not as attractive as my treasury?"
"In her eyes, am I, Heaven Dou Empire, so worthless?!"
Above the main hall, the only one who could stand upright and speak was Ning Fengzhi.
But his mood at the moment was not much better.
It is true that the "battle losses" suffered by his Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect two great guardian sects Douluo in this "battle" were too great.
Ning Fengzhi forced down other emotions and spoke with difficulty.
"Your Majesty, this matter... I'm afraid there is another hidden reason."
His voice was a little dry.
"Spirit Hall's original plan must be to steal the country."
"On the way, some huge change that we can't understand may have happened inside the Spirit Hall."
"This incident was so important that she had to give up more than ten years of hard work, expose it in advance, take away a large amount of wealth at all costs, and evacuate quickly."
Xue Ye Hearing this, the rise and fall of his chest calmed down a little, but the anger and confusion in his eyes became even stronger.
Accident?
What change could be more important than stealing an empire?
He couldn't calm down.
No one can calm down.
Xue Ye's eyes finally fell on Sword Douluo behind Ning Fengzhi.
The famous swordsman in the mainland had been silent since he entered the palace.
He just stood there, staring blankly at the Seven Kill Sword in his hand, as if it was stained with the dirtiest thing in the world.
In the end, Xue Ye just sighed slightly.
"Sect Master Ning."
"I don't want to hear any analysis now."
"I just want to know what the hell Spirit Hall is doing."
"I want to invite you to go there in person Spirit City."
Ning Fengzhi was shocked and instantly understood what Xue Ye meant.
This is to ask him to "visit" Spirit Hall on behalf of the Heaven Dou Empire and ask him clearly in person!
Ning Fengzhi glanced at Sword Douluo, who was still autistic next to him, and nodded bitterly.
"Yes."
The atmosphere inside the Maple Dye Pavilion was very awkward for a time.
Everyone looked at the crying Qian Daoliu with strange expressions.
Golden Crocodile Douluo moved his lips with difficulty and carefully confirmed:
"So...Big Brother What do you mean..."
"In Bo Saixi's dream, you took Maple Dye Pavilion, Egg Fried Rice, Points Lottery, Exchange Godhood, and married her... all in one breath?"
Qian Daoliu nodded heavily.
He used Golden Crocodile Douluo's expensive sacrificial robe as a handkerchief, and wiped away his nose and tears.
"After she told me everything, Xi Xi she called me crazy."
"Finally, a very beautiful foot kicked me in the face."
"It's very powerful."
"The next second, I woke up."
As soon as these words came out, everyone fell silent, and their expressions became more exciting than the last.
"Pfft--"
An unsuppressed chuckle broke the awkward atmosphere.
Everyone turned their heads to look.
I saw Bibi Dong holding a fragrant cheek with one hand, and holding a bowl of soy milk in the other hand, shaking it slowly.
Her eyebrows were crooked, and she didn't bother to hide the gloating expression on her face.
The laughter came from her.
Qian Daoliu's crying stopped abruptly.
The old face with snot and tears instantly turned from white to red, and then from red to purple.
He suddenly raised his head from Golden Crocodile Douluo's shoulders and glared at Bibi Dong, his voice cracking.
"What are you laughing at?!"
"I am crazy about love and hurt by love. Isn't it funny?!"
Bibi Dong put down the soy milk bowl and glanced around with her beautiful phoenix eyes.
"Did I laugh?"
No one said anything.
She turned her attention to the table of Yue Guan and Gui Mei, with a playful smile on her lips.
At the table of Elder Council, Yue Guan and Gui Mei wanted to bury their heads in the bowl and use practical actions to explain what "see no evil and hear no evil" means.
Just kidding.
On one side is his immediate boss His Holiness the Pope, and on the other side is Grand Elder who can crush him to death with one finger.
They chose to go deaf on the spot.
Seeing that no one was paying attention, Bibi Dong seemed to suddenly realize it. His eyes fell back on Qian Daoliu, his tone full of sincere "concern."
"Oh, I see."
"It must be that Grand Elder was kicked too hard in his dream last night. Not only was his mind not clear, he even had auditory hallucinations in his ears."
"You!"
Qian Daoliu didn't come up for a breath, and was just about to point at Bibi Dong's nose and scold her.
But before he could speak, a voice full of boredom came from Lin Feng's mouth.
"It's so noisy!"
Qian Daoliu The curse that was about to blurt out suddenly got stuck in his throat and turned into a loud sob.
The grief and anger on his face solidified for an instant, and then was quickly completely taken over by an emotion called "fear".
What's the difference between making a scene in Lin Feng's store and flipping Deity's table?
If you are blocked by your senior...
Let alone marrying Xi Xi, he might not even be able to smell Egg Fried Rice!
That would be worse than killing him!
"Whoosh!"
Qian Daoliu suddenly raised his sleeves, and regardless of whether it was Golden Crocodile Douluo's expensive sacrificial robe, he wiped it at his face randomly, trying to erase all the embarrassing evidence just now.
Then, he sat back down as fast as lightning, with his waist straight and his hands on his knees, just like a primary school student waiting for the teacher's instruction.
Bibi Dong also froze with the little smile on his face.
She withdrew her gaze almost instantly and obediently lowered her head to drink the soy milk.
She was afraid that Lin Feng would take away her three meals a day qualification in the next second.