Entertainment of Spring and Autumn

Chapter 684 Brothers

Xia Houdi obviously still has no consciousness of being an emperor. The guards at the palace gate watched a girl in dragon robe rush out of the palace gate with her clothes flipped up, and they didn't even know whether to stop her or not. They never thought that an emperor would run out of the palace and rush into the Xingyue Sect's press station without saying a word.

Xiao Ai was receiving Li Xiaorui, who had just been transferred to the capital. A group of girls stared blankly at the emperor who broke in. They didn't know whether they should call him His Majesty or the Chief Catcher.

Later, Uncle Wang and Xue Mu followed anxiously: "Hey, my Majesty, you can't run around like this now! God knows if there are any assassins lurking in the capital, Li Kuang hasn't been beheaded yet!"

Xia Houdi was very embarrassed. She really didn't realize that she was the emperor at the moment. She always felt that she was still the chief catcher of the Six Doors, doing her job. In fact, even Xue Mu didn't react for a while. When she remembered that this guy was now the emperor, she had already rushed out of the palace... She had no choice but to call Uncle Wang and follow him out.

Seeing a room full of girls looking at her stupidly, Xiahoudi said sternly: "Being an emperor is not like being a caged bird. I won't do it if it makes me suffocate to death in the palace. Stop gossiping, we are going to make weapons Spectrum!"

Li Xiaorui said cautiously: "What, what kind of weapons manual?"

Xue Mu explained. Li Xiaorui thought for a while with his eyes straight, then scratched his head and said, "Young master, this proposal is not easy to implement."

"Why isn't it easy to do?"

"There are only three people in one issue of weapons manual. Is it just three pages?"

Xue Mu said angrily: "It's embarrassing. I specially transferred you here. It's not as good as the six-door publication department I used to have. There are only a few people in each issue of Rookie Spectrum. How can you do it in a lively and impressive manner? When it's your turn, you talk a lot." .”

"Because there are a lot of life stories written about each person. One person takes up several pages, and the sum of several people only makes up a thin volume." Li Xiaorui felt aggrieved: "But this person Xu Jing To be honest, even we don't know much about Lin Wuya's life...and Lin Wuya. When talking about his life, it's inevitable to talk about the incident between him and the sect master. Can he write it down for the world to see? The same goes for Wentian. , he has been fighting with our Xingyue Sect for half his life...I would not write about the former sect leader being injured by him."

Xue Mu's eyes straightened. This is really the case. The life stories of this group of people are either very mysterious, or they are deeply entangled with their own families, especially those kind of emotional entanglements. They really should be written out for the world to criticize, let alone whether the parties involved will go crazy. Even he, Xue Mu, wouldn’t agree!

He was even tougher than Xia Houdi: "Why can't we do it? What is our profession? Making up stories! No one knows about Xu Jing's story. Don't we know how to make it up ourselves? Can he still come to argue? Just go ahead and make it up!" It was written that when he was three years old, he peeped at the old woman taking a bath, and when he was four years old, he sneaked into the big sow next door, and he came to bite me!"

All the girls in the room were dumbfounded: "Sir, where are the journalistic principles you have repeatedly taught us?"

"This is called flexibility. Do you understand flexibility? You have a wooden head."

Li Xiaorui asked carefully: "How do you make up Lin Wuya's one?"

Xue Mu actually didn't know how to make up this guy's story, so he got angry and said: "You are a reporter and I am a reporter? You are asking me about these things. It's really embarrassing. You should quit the group!"

Li Xiaorui sniffed, touched the strap of her skirt in confusion, and said with a blushing face: "Do you really...really want to take it off? There are many people here, sir, how about we change places..."

Xue Mu: "..."

Xia Houdi: "..."

"Hey, by the way, how about I write that Lin Wuya has been unrequitedly in love with Xu Jing for many years? Isn't it very explosive? There's no need to take off your skirt, right?"

"...Yes, yes, yes." Xue Mu simply couldn't imagine how weird this weapon catalog would look like when it was made. He really wanted to tear off the little rotten girl's skirt in front of everyone, and his claws were "squeaking". After a while, he reluctantly changed the subject: "No matter how you make it up, hurry up and do it first. Xiao Ai, is Zheng Yichen here?"

"Here we are, guarding Mr. Zheng's spirit in the backyard."

Zheng Yezhi's mourning hall was directly located at Xingyue Branch, which was also the result of soliciting Zheng Yichen's opinion. In the eyes of Zheng Yichen today, Zheng Yezhi died at the hands of the royal family. He didn't want to have a grand burial with the ceremony of a prince. It was really unpleasant, so he might as well Put it on Xingyue Sect's side.

Xue Mu and Xia Houdi looked at each other and sighed: "Is there any news from the sub-rudder over at Sword Forging Valley?"

"Yes." Xiao Ai replied carefully: "Our people can't get in, but no matter how we make insinuations and snoop around, we just feel that the Sword Forging Valley is very peaceful. We think that either Zheng Haoran is finished, or they are still there. Wait for the news of Zheng Yezhi’s death to come back.”

Xue Mu nodded in agreement. The news circulation in this world is not like that of their Xingyue Sect. Even though they have so many things happening here, they broke the situation on the first day and ascended the throne the next day. Today is only the third day, which is the time since Zheng Yezhi was ambushed. It was only the third day since his death. The ambush location is closer to the capital, and is still a bit far away from the Sword Forging Valley. The traitors may not have time to go back, and the turmoil may not have started yet.

Or it's starting now. Xue Mu thought of the flickering atmosphere in the east and fell into deep thought.

"Sir, do our people want to force their way in? There are six doors nearby. We should be able to work together if we all work together..."

"It's useless. It's just a waste of life." Xue Mu sighed: "We don't have strong people over there. This kind of thing still depends on the strong people after all... Okay, let's go to work, let's go see Zheng Yichen."

Zheng Yichen sat cross-legged in front of Zheng Yezhi's coffin, motionless. There were sandalwood and light smoke around, but there was no chanting of Buddhist sutras or any water and land ashram. It was very quiet. The reputations of Buddhism and Taoism have not penetrated into the atmosphere of the entire world, let alone a sect like Sword Forging Valley.

Hearing the footsteps behind him, Zheng Yichen whispered: "I told you not to eat."

Xue Mu said: "How can I take revenge if I don't eat?"

"Forget about revenge, things may be changing in the Sword Forging Valley right now, and I don't know whether my brother is alive or dead, but I can only sit here in a daze." Zheng Yichen whispered: "Does General Manager Xue know what I am thinking about right now?"

Xue Mu shook his head: "I don't know."

"I'm even thinking that if a traitor kills my brother, I will use the power of General Manager Xue to fight back in the valley. From now on, I will be the owner of the valley. This is not difficult." Zheng Yichen suddenly turned around and smiled: "Isn't it disgusting? I myself feel disgusting. Disgusting to myself.”

Turning his head like this, he saw Xia Houdi standing next to Xue Mu. Zheng Yichen was stunned for a moment, shook his head without saying anything, and turned back.

Xia Houdi didn't mind his rudeness either. Zheng Yichen's words made people feel a little depressed. Thinking about Ji Wuyou and why Zheng Yezhi died, such thoughts were so inappropriate in this context, but they were very consistent with a person's reality. heart.

"My brother's biological father died young, and it was my uncle who helped us grow up. He has no children and treats us as his own." Zheng Yichen said in a low voice: "My uncle has never worried about whether the next generation of the Zheng family can compete with others. What he was most worried about was that our brothers would fight over this kind of thing. So after my brother forged the natal spiritual sword, my uncle told me to go out... and don't go back when I go out."

Xue Mu was stunned for a moment: "You have been stationed in Lingzhou since you arrived. In fact, you were exiled."

"Yes." Zheng Yichen smiled: "Although he is a little cruel to me, I am happy with it because I don't want to compete with my brother. Lingzhou is very suitable to my taste, it is very novel, and I have a new experience every day. The traffic director is also very interesting, as if watching the world change under my feet, all the textures are vivid. I think this is very good, I don’t have to fight with my brother, and I can do what I like. But the feelings I thought I had, have reached this point. Suddenly I realized that it was not so secure, I actually wanted my brother to die in rebellion...I actually had such animalistic intentions."

He paused and said softly: "So I don't eat because I am sad, but because I am punishing myself. When the news comes that my brother is fine, I will sing and drink wildly until I get drunk."