Chapter 37: The distance makes him shrink and expand

By the way, an idea suddenly occurred to me, "I also want some light gauze and needle and thread."

The Sultan turned completely around, a look of surprise on his face. "You can still stand up?"

Judging from his body language and tone, he was probably questioning his own skills. After all this time, he was actually able to get out of bed?!

Tu Xing's body was a little stiff. When he was lifted up, the pain in various parts of his body became obvious, as if something was dripping down.

He explained, "A trace of the power of the demon god, Your Majesty, is rapidly recovering."

The Sultan stared at the man's movements, especially the curve of the young man's bend when he bent over to pick up the clothes.

He turned back and asked, "Did you get it from me?"

Tu Xing's heart skipped a beat when he heard those words, and then he heard: "In this way?"

As he spoke, a hand was placed on the back of the neck, and the young man couldn't help but hesitate.

Does it count? It seems to count, but it's more of a "dagger stuck in the back, stopping breathing" type of attack.

There was a long silence. The Sultan's hand gradually moved downwards. His voice was filled with heat. "Is that why you are so proactive?"

Tu Xing felt the heat that had just died down suddenly rising again?

This demonic power, it seems, is based on the Sultan's own needs, causing him to passively shrink and expand from a distance?

She sighed inwardly, but it seemed like a good opportunity to coax him into not hooking up with others.

His eyes sparkled as he composed his words, "Only those with the same power as you can solve your problems. Ordinary people can't handle it, and they're useless except to spoil your fun."

This answer is somewhat irrelevant to the question, but it is obvious that the Sultan has already acquiesced.

He said vaguely, "Yeah."

So, I postponed going out for an hour.

The young man, neatly dressed, stood behind him, with a package slung across his back. The opening of the bag was sewn with a layer of light golden gauze, and the belly was wrapped with several vertical silver threads.

The stitching is a bit rough and the overall appearance is no longer recognizable as it was originally.

After successfully completing tasks one after another, Tu Xing felt light-hearted and tried his best to ignore his excessive fatigue.

He didn't have the energy to observe anything else and just followed the Sultan in a listless state.

I walked all the way to a spacious place and finally recovered.

I found that I was standing diagonally behind the Sultan, within reach of him, and no one was standing closer than me.

There are two middle-aged men in front. The one on the left is standing half-bent, with a hunched back, and a rather unrefined look; the one on the right is kneeling with his head down, his eyes wide open.

"Your Majesty, the evidence is irrefutable. The mastermind behind this rebellion is Hou Saiyin. These are all written in his handwriting."

Obviously, the person who was speaking was Waji Xia. He looked the same as in the picture album, but the real person had obvious moles and dark spots on his skin, which greatly reduced his temperament.

Waji winked to the side, and immediately a man holding a paper plate came forward, bowed in front of the Sultan, and handed it over respectfully with both hands.

Everyone's eyes were focused on this, the atmosphere was somewhat frozen and heavy, and everyone was waiting for the king's judgment.

However, it was discovered that the Sultan did not accept the accusation, but instead turned his head and whispered to the young man next to him.

I couldn't help but look at that person. When I saw him, I was surprised that a new face appeared next to His Majesty.

The main thing is that people with white skin don’t look like locals. Even without looking at their facial features clearly, their skin color alone is unique.

Tu Xing lowered his head slightly and took a step closer, wondering what Sudan wanted to say to him at this time?

"Do you feel uncomfortable? Do you want to sit down?"

Hearing this, Tu Xing shook his head, "No need, Your Majesty."

What I didn’t mention is that the painful position seems to be unsuitable for sitting. The best thing is to lie down, and the second best thing is to stand.

And judging by the Sultan's slightly disappointed expression, could it be that he wanted to sit on his lap?!

To prevent his speculation from coming true, Tu Xing shifted his gaze to the plate next to him and changed the subject, saying, "We're all waiting for your verdict."

The Sultan said dissatisfiedly: "How dare you rush me?"

Tu Xing lowered his eyes and said quickly, "I dare not."

Sultan: "Look, tell me what you have said."

"Yes." Tu Xing felt that this request was much simpler.

Just as he was about to take a look at what was on them, he picked up all the papers with both hands and started flipping through them.

Combining the information obtained before, my mind inevitably leans towards the latter.

The size of the paper and the beginning of the contents indicate that they are letters, six in total.

The words insulted the Sultan and expressed despair about the current rule. The targets of his incitement should be those who love their wives, as the names of women were clearly written.

After reading, Tu Xing focused his attention on the handwriting, pondering the strokes, pen tips, and the texture of the paper.

He looked at the person kneeling on the ground and asked, "Did he write all this?"

He kept staring at Wajiha in front of him, then looked at the Sultan and then at the young man, with a dark look in his eyes.

He seemed to think that the young man was not qualified to speak in this situation, but the Sultan himself was also here, so he reluctantly replied, "Yes."

Waji looked at the Sultan respectfully again, "The evidence found in the thugs' homes all pointed to Hou Saiyin as the mastermind. After they capture this place, they will march on your palace."

"Fortunately, I discovered it in time, and thanks to your Majesty's army, we were able to stop this vicious person."

The Sultan did not say anything and looked uninterested. He extended his hand, probably asking the young man to continue.

Tu Xing received this and shifted his gaze to the right: "Hou Saiyin, do you have anything to say?"

The man suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of ferocity and his emotions were extremely excited:

"I want to kill Waji Haha. Believe it or not, I have never expressed my intention to kill Your Majesty."

Waji sighed, "Those people were shouting, 'Kill...'"

He looked at the Sultan sitting on his seat with a look of fear, "Still shouting tyrant, isn't he going to be killed?"

He looked around and said, "Everyone heard it. The soldiers were dispatched only after the slogan was shouted."

Waji's gaze shifted to the people on the ground. "If it weren't for your instigation and agitation, would these civilians be holding up flags and shouting there?!"

"Even if they had ten guts, they wouldn't dare even think about it. You've already had the idea of ​​regicide."

Tu Xing's eyes twitched at the word "regicide", and it went on and on.

Waji continued, "Two years ago, the position of Minister of State was given to me, not you, and I've held a grudge ever since."

Hou Saiyin sneered, "Even if I was dismissed from my post, I wouldn't feel any hatred. It's obvious that you deceived me, saying that His Majesty wanted my daughter to enter—"

Before he could finish his words, Waji's voice suddenly rose and drowned him out, "How could that be? Your daughter disappeared on her own, and you're blaming me?"

Hou Saiyin stopped talking, perhaps knowing that arguing was useless. His eyes were dim and his face looked ashen.

Tu Xing pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to Hou Saiyin, "Look, did you write this?"

The man with a dazed look in his eyes moved his eyeballs and looked perfunctorily, as if he was about to nod, but when he saw clearly, he suddenly narrowed his eyes.

"No, I didn't write this. I never insulted Your Majesty. I was insulting Waji and protesting his governance."

Wajihuai was clearly grinding his teeth. "You admitted it this afternoon, but now that you're in front of His Majesty, you deny it?"

"Just scolding me is indeed much less serious than insulting His Majesty. You are quite clever!"