King Xuan lifted up Xue Qingyin's clothes.

He asked: "Is the Mon food delicious?"

Xue Qingyin: "No...it's not very tasty."

King Xuan raised his eyebrows.

Xue Qingyin said hurriedly: "What I eat is not Mon food, it's Yizhou food."

King Xuan: "Well... did the Mon king specially order it to be prepared for you?"

These words...

To answer or not to answer?

Xue Qingyin thought for a while and then made a preemptive strike on the spot: "Are you jealous?"

King Xuan: "..."

It would be extremely difficult for a cold and taciturn person like him to admit such a problem to himself.

Xue Qingyin even started to give him advice: "If you are jealous, then catch the King of the Meng clan and beat him up someday..."

King Xuan: "..."

He grabbed Xue Qingyin and pressed it on his leg.

Xue Qingyin looked pitiful: "What are you doing? Do you want to beat me first?"

King Xuan: "...Hmm."

Xue Qingyin:?

You actually said "huh"?

Xue Qingyin leaned forward and was about to climb off King Xuan's lap, but King Xuan fished her back out.

His voice sounded in her ears, as if he was sighing helplessly, and he said: "Well, I'm jealous."

Xue Qingyin turned her head in surprise and sniffed his neck: "Ah... is it sour?"

The veins on King Xuan's neck twitched.

He pushed her down on the bed again.

Xue Qingyin was stunned, she was really beaten now.

It's just that the things on the Luo Meng clan's body were swords and fists. The things on her body were different.

…

In the meeting hall.

This time Yao Minghui couldn't sit still. He walked straight to the door without saying a word.

The door was shrouded in the blackness of night, and it looked like there was no one outside.

But just as he stepped forward, the sound of a knife being unsheathed suddenly sounded in front of him.

Xuan Jiawei blocked his way.

Yao Minghui's face darkened: "I am a prisoner of this rank and can be killed at will. Why should I be so humiliating?"

Xuan Jiawei's voice was cold: "Go back."

He didn't even have the intention to answer for him.

Dou Ruyun touched his nose and thought that in comparison, his treatment was much better.

This must be done early.

Just as he was thinking about it, Yao Minghui suddenly turned his head and looked at him.

Even though Yao Minghui rebelled against the Liang Dynasty, he had never been so angry. With Lin Gu taking the lead, the Meng people had always regarded him as an honored guest.

He glanced at Dou Ruyun and knew that this person was hopeless.

Yao Minghui turned to look at Qinggui Army again.

But this group of people, who were all worn out by their travels, seemed to be able to sit still better than anyone else. They were silent, like sculptures.

Yao Minghui suppressed the unhappiness in his heart and looked at it carefully.

The more I looked at it, the more I started to feel familiar...

"Gu Fuchen, Qiu Xiaoyuan, Ding Xiu,..." Yao Minghui slowly called out the names that should have been sealed in his memory.

His expression slowly changed, and a turbulent wave arose in his heart.

Dou Ruyun sighed: "General Yao still remembers their names. I can't remember any of them. I only remember their identities."

Dou Ruyun's words undoubtedly confirmed the origin of this group of people.

Yao Minghui finally discovered the pattern of why they were "trapped" here.

They...all served under Prince Zhang.

"Is this what Emperor Liang De means? To liquidate you and me?" Yao Minghui sneered, "King Xuan is really a good knife in his hands!"

When the Qinggui Army heard this, they raised their eyelids, but did not speak.

They remain calm.

Yao Minghui couldn't hold it anymore and started walking quickly in the hall.

After he turned around like this for three or four times.

He turned back and said in a deep voice: "Who would have thought that the people they have worked so hard to find for so many years would be gathered in this small town today."

"Gu Fuchen, the son of Gu Hao of Shangzhu Kingdom, was once a classmate of the current emperor."

"Qiu Xiaoyuan, the nephew of the Queen Mother and the direct son of the Qiu family of a wealthy Youzhou family."

"Ding Xiu, his brother married the late Emperor's favorite Princess Changning. He is the legitimate son of the Ding family in Longxi. There were nine prime ministers in his family..."

Yao Minghui slowly spit out the identity of each of them from his throat.

"You don't have to end up in this situation like us. You are all sons of aristocratic families, descendants of princes and nobles. If you had stayed in the capital back then, you would have become princes and prime ministers today. We are different... Our family wealth is declining, and we are even more...

Some brothers have come from the bottom. The emperor will not be lenient in killing us..."

Yao Minghui showed cold hatred as he spoke.

"So you hate the emperor." "But later on, you even start to wonder if you would not have been in such a situation if you had not served under Prince Zhang." A colder voice suddenly sounded outside the door.

Yao Minghui was startled and turned around with a stern face.

Of course he knew... that was King Xuan's voice. He was caught in a jar by King Xuan, and he would never forget it!

King Xuan crossed the threshold and slowly entered the hall.

For a moment, everyone looked towards him.

King Xuan took off his cold armor and put on a green robe. His black hair was tied up with only an iron hairpin inserted sideways.

There are no unnecessary pendants all over the body.

With such a light robe and slow belt, the aura seems much restrained, leaving only the royal nobility.

Everyone in the Qinggui Army looked at him, dazed for a moment.

But he soon regained his composure.

Dou Ruyun looked at him and was stunned for a moment, then murmured: "Why didn't the princess come?"

"She is tired." King Xuan said lightly.

Then he walked to the main seat and sat down.

Yao Minghui looked a little ugly: "Does Prince Xuan actually know about Prince Zhang? The emperor is even willing to tell you this?"

King Xuan said calmly: "I have known about Prince Zhang since ten years ago."

Yao Minghui looked at him strangely: "How old were you at that time? The emperor told you this... to ask you to search for us people secretly?... No, the emperor cannot leave such a matter to you. He has his own

How could a trustworthy person be entrusted to a young boy?"

King Xuan did not answer his words, but said slowly: "At that time, I was already able to kill people. King Wei was sitting in the palace and was taught by great Confucian scholars. I led an army of 180,000 people and entered Yumen Pass."

Yao Minghui wants to say so what?

"That time, the army was temporarily trapped in the Western Region because the DPRK could not provide enough food and supplies. I returned home seriously injured. Someone told me that I could not die. I was carrying a blood feud on my shoulders." King Xuan paused, his face indifferent, "I couldn't help but

I’m curious, what kind of blood feud would that be?”

Everyone in the Qinggui Army stood up at once.

"The man said that he couldn't tell me because he couldn't let anyone find out that I knew about Prince Zhang. He had to wait until I grew up." When talking about his own affairs, King Xuan's tone remained emotionless.

He even played with the cups on the table nearby.

"So I ignored it and waited until...Beidi and Xirong were afraid when they saw me. The imperial court worshiped me as the God of War."

Yao Minghui pursed his lips tightly when he heard this.

he……

he……
Chapter completed!