Chapter 292: Swinging
Le Zhou came back from somewhere, looking cold and not looking very good. He took off the cloak on his shoulders and the old lady took it trembling with fear. He sat on the throne with his legs crossed and his fingers crossed on his knees, casually glancing at the man kneeling in the middle.
That's number three.
"Number one."
Le Zhou asked.
Number one is Bingwen.
Number Three knelt respectfully and said, "Number One is still in the confinement room and refuses to come out."
Hearing this, Le Zhou raised his eyebrows with interest: "Why, are you still sad about Emperor Jing's death?"
Number Three nodded.
Le Zhou sneered, "He allowed Emperor Jing to be tyrannical for five years, stabbed her in the chest with a sword, assisted the great commander Mohist to seize power, organized child sacrifices with you, arranged the Snow Region War, and searched for blood jade to help me deploy the troops. Any of these things would be enough for Emperor Jing to cut him into pieces. Why, after all this, he is still obsessed with his old lover?"
Although everything Bingwen did was instructed by his master, he actually did it.
He just followed the order to find tens of thousands of blood jades to deal with the King of Yue, but he didn't expect to kill Emperor Jing instead.
Bingwen is an accomplice who does all kinds of evil things to kill the softness in people's hearts.
Number Three whispered, "Emperor Jing has always been his weakness. Fortunately, he is dead now. When he recovers from his grief, there will be nothing left to hinder him."
Le Zhou changed his posture and tapped the armrest of the dragon chair with his index finger, his eyes flashing with evil light: "Let him come out and lead the troops to fight against Jingguo."
If you want to achieve your goal, you have to be cruel enough. It is not enough to kill your lover, you have to kill all her people as well.
Number Three shuddered all over and looked up at Le Zhou with obsession and madness. That twisted and morbid fanaticism proved that he and Le Zhou were the same kind of people.
"Yes, I will obey your command!"
A moth flew slowly over, and No. 3 stretched out his hands excitedly. The King Dragon landed on his palm like a reward, and the Japanese device pierced into the skin of his palm and injected a transparent liquid.
"By the way, what is the status of Minghe and others these days?"
Faced with his master's question, No. 3's heart was pounding with excitement.
"Minghe, Wen Suili, Shen Sinian and others are surrounded by our people. Our informants said that they are grieving day and night. Emperor Jing must be really gone."
Le Zhou's brows relaxed with joy, and he continued to give orders: "Send someone to unlock Ye Du's chain. I want him to help me do something."
Thanks to Emperor Jing's collection of four orders, now as long as he conquers the Kingdom of Jing, he can collect five orders in one day.
Finally I can go home.
This is not his world after all.
The fact that his soul had been transported into the body of "Le Zhou" made him confused for a long time, but the extra information in his mind and the King Dragon that descended like a cheat made him regain his confidence.
The condition for returning is not only to collect the five orders, but also to unify the five countries. Since he has the chess piece of Emperor Jing to take over Ze State and Snow Region for him, he only needs to get rid of the ministers of the Son of the Plane.
Otherwise, even if he could take over Jing State, as long as the officials were alive, they would definitely get entangled with him. It would be too troublesome, so it would be better to let the King of Southern Xinjiang take the officials away.
That he was so cruel that he killed so many people?
Does he care?
It was a virtual world like a game, where everyone was a stranger to him. He was happier because everyone had some value to him.
Le Zhou was not the chosen one. He had a God's perspective and knew that for the world to undergo real changes, the destined person from southern Xinjiang would need to appear, so he just found a random woman to give birth to Tuan Tuan.
Tuan Tuan is born, all the Five Order Identifiers appear, and the story officially begins.
In fact, Le Zhou has always been the real king of Southern Xinjiang. He holds the imperial seal and military power, but he launches one puppet after another to attract other people's attention, and he plans everything behind the scenes.
He himself has a very extreme personality, and even has an obsession with the intense pleasure of controlling chess pieces to win. However, at first he wanted to weaken Jing State and swallow them up one by one, but later he simply let Emperor Jing take care of it. He only needed to concentrate on finding the Five Orders, and finally have a decisive battle with Emperor Jing to take over the five countries.
But now an unexpected surprise came. Emperor Jing was gone, and the King of Yue, who made him jealous, was also gone.
He laughed heartily.
He's still going to win.
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Gongqing and Junlin here were also taking action. They left with the villagers' reluctant eyes. Gongqing changed into a long robe with moon-colored and flowing cloud patterns and wore a white veiled hat. His face was hidden in the hat and could not be seen clearly.
Jun Lin was wearing a dark long dress with red embroidery, a black veil hat, and a black scabbard inlaid with rubies on her waist.
When they reached the fork in the long street, they prepared to part ways.
The ministers must lead this war in secret. They must not be allowed to suffer losses due to carelessness without a leader. Victory must be achieved.
Jun Lin went to find Le Zhou and tried to find a way to get the order from Ze State.
When it comes to serious matters, the two are unexpectedly cold and never talk about love. They just say "take care" and leave without looking back.
Now the country is in chaos and all kinds of forces can be seen on the streets. Many people are wearing veils, hats, masks, or hoods. They are in a hurry. It is a clear sunny day, but it seems like dark clouds are rolling. The gray panic shrouds the entire southern Xinjiang.
The vendors hurriedly packed up their stalls and went home. Shops on both sides closed their doors and windows. Amid the unrhythmic and chaotic pace, some people walked steadily and calmly without looking around.
The gorgeous lady with a black skirt and red double-petaled flowers came into the guest inn to take a rest at noon.
The owner of the inn must be of some importance, as he dared to welcome guests as usual during this time of war. Most of the people sitting in the simply decorated room were gangsters.
The woman who pushed the door open said nothing. Some people just looked over there because they heard the door open, and they were stunned when they saw it.
In such troubled times, there is still a woman out there. It seems that this person is not a simple person.
A pale, thin young man stood up and toasted: "May I know your name, young lady?"
The woman raised the porcelain bowl filled with wine and gestured: "Nian Yue, just call me Nian Niang."
This action confused the men. No, we all drink with glasses, so why did you, a woman, use a bowl?
The young man blushed slightly and drank the wine in one gulp. He said calmly, "Why is Nian Niang still staying in Southern Xinjiang at this time?"
The veil hanging in front of the veil was slightly opened, and the woman took a sip of her drink. Someone secretly looked at her and wanted to see her face, but in the end he only saw her plump red lips.
"There's trouble in Southern Xinjiang, how can I leave?"
Jun Lin's words made these people in the martial arts world applaud.
"You are so courageous, Nian Niang! Southern Xinjiang is our homeland, how can we watch it being trampled by other countries! We are here to meet the king and fight the enemy together!"
It turned out that there were not enough soldiers and horses in the southern border, so Le Zhou issued an imperial edict to recruit talented people from all over the world to fight the enemy.
Jun Lin raised his lips and said, "I think so too. I hope you heroes will not despise me as a woman."
Then she went with them.
He sat in the Southern Xinjiang Palace blatantly and ostentatiously, waiting for Le Zhou's summons.
Le Zhou was extremely busy. Jing Yue's alliance was no joke. After waiting for a long time without being summoned, Jun Lin stepped out of the door and "strolled" in the extremely familiar palace with a smile on his face.