Volume 1, Chapter 115: The Affairs of the Fourth Prince.
Dongfang Shuo sat down beside the tea table again.
Tell the secrets of the royal family.
The royal family of Kyushu can only give birth to three sons in a lifetime, and all three sons must be rich in divine blood.
However, the current Majesty unexpectedly gave birth to a fourth child with the woman from the fox demon clan.
Moreover, the fourth son, after verification by the royal ancestral temple, was also of divine blood.
When this happened, the whole country was in an uproar and rumors spread.
Some people speculated that this was an illegitimate child born from an affair between this fox girl and other members of the royal family.
Some people also say that this is a blessing from God, which broke the curse.
There are many different opinions.
After hearing this, Ye Tingmu's mind suddenly became clear. If this was true, then it would not be difficult to explain why Feng He, a prince, was raised in such a remote place.
I think it is just as Dongfang Shuo said, the current emperor is probably helpless.
After all, the political power of Kyushu is complicated, with the royal temple above and the ten kings of Kyushu below.
Moreover, there are so many eyes in the court, watching this matter.
It is understandable that Feng He was sent away out of helplessness.
However, what he could not understand was that Yejia Village had been massacred for five years, but the emperor remained indifferent. What kind of mentality did he have?
If he was in charge of this matter, how could Dongfang Shuo, as one of the two saints of the Northern Maniacs and the head of the first family, not be unaware of it?
But during their conversation just now, Ye Tingmu clearly mentioned this matter, but Dongfang Que acted as if he was completely unaware of it.
He said that he had only heard that the fourth prince was taken away from Kyoto, but he didn't know where he went.
After all, he had already lived in Banyue Residence at that time and had never gone out.
However, Dongfang Shuo recommended a person to him, that was the former deputy general of the Imperial Court, Lin Xu. He had served the emperor several years ago and was also a northerner who resigned and returned fifteen years ago. He would definitely be able to tell whether Feng He looked like the current emperor.
Ye Tingmu was actually very puzzled. Is there no one in your great Dongfang family who has seen the current emperor?
But he didn't say it out loud, just muttered a few words in his heart.
The two talked for a long time until dusk fell.
Ye Tingmu stood up and bowed to Dongfang Shuo.
"Thank you for clearing up my doubts today. It's getting late, so I won't disturb you from resting."
I already have the answer in my heart, and there is no point in staying any longer.
Now all they had to do was find Lin Xu and confirm Feng He's appearance. If they really looked similar, then Feng He could only be the Fourth Prince.
There is no other reason.
Same age, same appearance, same blood.
And there is the Yejia Village that was massacred.
He couldn't believe that there could be so many coincidences in this world.
As for who was behind the massacre of Yejia Village?
He didn't know, but he already had some guesses in his mind.
Who benefits the most from Feng He’s death?
The third prince.
Judging from the other party's behavior during the day, he was obviously feeling guilty.
He must have felt guilty, otherwise he would never act like that.
Dongfang Shuo saw Ye Tingmu was about to leave and said, "My friend, don't worry. I have something to give you."
Sending gifts? There is such a good thing.
Before he could reply.
Dongfang Shuo just waved his hand.
He said softly, "Sword is coming."
Suddenly, the sound of swords rang out from the cold pond outside the house.
Then a long sword broke out of the lake.
The splashing water looked like a waterfall, startling Feng He and Dongfang Qing Zhu who were chatting by the lake.
With a whoosh sound.
The sword broke through the window and hovered in front of Ye Tingmu.
Dongfang Shuo stroked his beard, squinted his eyes, and smiled, "What do you think of this sword, young friend?"
Ye Tingmu swallowed subconsciously, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and his eyes were full of greed.
In front of him was a black sword.
The hilt and blade of the sword are completely black, like ink, and look natural.
But it also shone with a cold light.
There were faint flashes of thunder and lightning from time to time.
The scent it exudes is even more attractive.
Ye Tingmu knew that this sword was definitely not an ordinary one.
He replied without hesitation: "Good sword."
Dongfang Shuo laughed loudly: "Haha... This sword has a five-foot blade, it is a long sword, the blade is made of thunder spirit stone, its blade can break rocks, it is extremely sharp and overbearing, it is a lower-grade earthly divine weapon, named Hualei."
It turned out to be a divine weapon. In his life, he had only seen a mid-grade mortal weapon, that is, a mid-grade spiritual weapon, and that was the Gale Sword in Yue Mingfeng's hand.
He was so envious of that guy.
What was before him was actually the Earth Divine Weapon. He didn't know how many weapons of this grade there were in the Three Realms of Heaven.
But in the East China Sea, it is definitely considered to be top-grade, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a divine weapon.
He stared at Dongfang Shuo blankly, and said in an unconfident tone: "This... is for me?"
"This sword was used by me when I was young. It has been placed under this cold pond for a hundred years. Today I will give it to you. I hope you will not despise it."
Dislike? What are you talking about.........
Are you insulting me or this lightning?
However, he, who was always calm, still said hypocritically: "Senior, this is not a reward without merit. This gift is too expensive for a junior."
Although he said this, his body was very honest. Not only were his eyes fixed on the pitch-black sword, but his hand was also uneasy and wanted to grasp it immediately.
Dongfang Shuo couldn't help but chuckle when he saw him like this.
"You and Qingzhu are not related, yet you traveled thousands of miles to escort me. This is a great favor, and it is also fate. Compared to what you have experienced, giving you this sword is still a little too much."
Ye Tingmu quickly responded.
"Not light, not light, that's enough, that's enough, then I would like to thank you, senior."
He didn't refuse and reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword.
Just kidding, refusing once is polite, but refusing twice is pretentious.
What if the other party really doesn't send him off? Where can he go to cry? He is not stupid.
As he transformed into thunder, a breath of energy surged throughout his body. The vigorous power of thunder made Ye Tingmu amazed.
This is a sword. He glanced at the green sword on his waist with disdain.
Compared to others, this thing is just scrap metal.
If you want to do your work well, you must first sharpen your tools.
Having a good weapon is half the battle.
Looking at Ye Tingmu's happy face, Dongfang Shuo nodded slightly with satisfaction, his face full of pride.
Then he said, "I wonder if you like it."
Ye Tingmu also came to his senses at this time and realized that he had lost his composure.
Cleared his throat.
"Well, thank you, senior. I like it very much."
"Hahaha... I'm glad you like it. It's getting dark, and it's very cold on this mountain, so I won't keep you here. As for words of thanks, I won't say them. Qingzhu is my most beloved junior. You've worked hard along the way."
Ye Tingmu's lips curled up slightly, his face showing joy.
"Senior, it's serious. Don't worry, this is what the younger generation should do."
Are you kidding? This is a divine weapon from the earth.
Then he quickly put away the sword and hung it around his waist.
Hanging like this, the bottom of the scabbard has already touched the ground.
It’s not that Ye Tingmusheng is short, but that the sword is very long. Just as Dongfang Shuo said, it is a long sword.
He bowed to Dongfang Shuo.
He said respectfully, "Senior, I will not bother you any more. You can have a rest. I will come to visit you when I am free in the future."
Dongfang Shuo stroked his beard and smiled, "Okay, I welcome you anytime."
Having said that, Ye Tingmu retreated in a hurry, as if he was afraid that Dongfang Shuo would go back on his word and not give him the sword.
He was still nervous about accepting such a generous gift. After all, he gave the Dongfang Qingzhu not out of sentiment or compassion, but for money.
Dongfang Shuo looked at his receding figure, an intriguing smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
"Such a monster is rare in the world. Perhaps you can change this fate."
He is not a good person, and he must have his own purpose for adding this sword.
That is because he valued Ye Tingmu's talent.
And this talent will be useful to the future of his Dongfang family.
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