After the first month of the year, Prince Rui's palace finally hoisted the white sails.
The people of Southern Yunnan City accepted it well, firstly because Prince Rui was already over fifty years old.
Secondly, we heard that Prince Rui was bedridden years ago, so it is not surprising to hold his funeral now.
Third, they don’t care who is in power. They care more about food, clothing, housing, and transportation, whether prices will rise, and whether taxes will be reduced.
Officials from the two southwestern provinces had already known about this matter, and they all expressed their willingness to do their best to help the prince ascend to the throne.
The meat was all rotten in the pot, and it didn't make much difference to them whether the chef or the apprentice was in charge.
Looking at the well-organized city of Southern Yunnan, Su Shien couldn't help but feel sad for Prince Rui.
He had worked diligently for most of his life, but after believing a rumor, he resolutely pursued the method of immortality.
Who was it that read his fortune? His ability to deceive people was even better than that of his own son, Yu Ge'er.
Su Shien and others arrived at Prince Rui's mansion, bowed solemnly, and said a few words of comfort in their hearts.
I'm sorry, Prince Rui, my brother Yu'er's lethality is indeed a bit greater.
I'll show you a Japanese national treasure, the standard bow to apologize.
At this time, Han Zeyu had already arrived at Jiuding Mine, ready to wait and see.
Although Prince Rui disappeared along with the sarcophagus, the altar is still there and can be considered a site.
Han Zeyu waited for a long time and began to nod his head. He was so tired from waiting that he didn't see any "tourists" coming to visit.
After all, this is where Prince Rui once fought, so it has so much research value! Why doesn't anyone recognize this gem?
Seeing that it was almost lunch time, Han Zeyu was ready to give up, thinking that he had made a mistake.
Perhaps it was God’s reward for hard work. Just as Han Zeyu was about to take off his disguise, he saw a man in black walking up the mountain lightly.
What level is it to wear the same style of nightgown as me?
Don't you think it's like trying to cover up one's ears and steal a bell in broad daylight?
Mr. Han is just like a crow that cannot see its own blackness. He hurts his enemy by a thousand but hurts himself by eight hundred. He only cares about complaining about people who wear the same clothes as him, and whoever is ugly will be embarrassed.
However, he did not forget the main business and carefully compared the similarities between the man in black and the Prince of Pingyang.
After a moment, Han Zeyu said in surprise that this person was not Xiao Chenxuan's father, but the wood-type mutant.
Are you so disrespectful?
As soon as the previous master passed away, someone immediately left the camp and disappeared. Today he was finally caught by him.
This transnational white moonlight of Marquis Wu'an is more or less ruthless and ungrateful, and is a cruel person.
"Chen'er" in black took out a notebook and started writing and drawing, apparently recording formation diagrams and inscriptions.
Han Zeyu raised his eyebrows. What does this person want to do?
Should I start my own business or take the useful information to find another wise leader?
The unknown world and power make people feel scared, but also relatively more attractive.
Han Zeyu watched quietly without alerting the enemy.
The wood-type mutant put the drawings away, looked around, and found nothing unusual, so he quickly slipped away.
Han Zeyu followed for a while, but as expected, he lost the person because the distance was too far.
He was not in a hurry and went there following the traces.
The wood-type mutant was confronting the masked man, and they started fighting after a disagreement.
Han Zeyu watched with great interest. That was the right thing to do. When dogs bite each other, they should get a mouthful of fur.
However, he also recognized that the man who did not change the style of his mask was the Prince of Pingyang himself.
I thought he and Prince Rui were partners, but now it seems a "Chen'er" is involved.
I don’t know whether Marquis Wu’an is involved in this, but looking at his infatuated look, it seems that the other party doesn’t like him.
Look, he said that people with love brains are disliked wherever they go.
The two men not far away were really angry and their attacks were very ruthless.
In the battle between traditional martial arts and wood-type supernatural powers, Prince Pingyang actually had the upper hand.
The reason why Chen'er was suppressed was not only because of his single moves, but more importantly, his level was low.
Han Zeyu seemed to have some understanding. His backer had fallen, and he was anxious to find a way out for himself. However, no matter where he surrendered, he needed to speak with strength.
The only way he could access to improve his ability level as quickly as possible was through the mysterious power of the altar.
It’s a pity that while the mantis is stalking the cicada, the oriole is behind it and the masked man wants to intercept.
It's just a broken thing, but there are still many people who want to snatch it. They are really ignorant and fearless.
If it weren't for the scroll given to him by the emperor, he wouldn't have known what the earth veins were.
Something that even he at his level can't handle, a bunch of noobs are fighting each other and trying to snatch it.
Han Zeyu looked at the two of them boredly. Prince Pingyang, who had the upper hand from the beginning to the end, successfully broke free from the entanglement of the vines and knocked the man down without saying a word.
He snatched the blueprint and turned around and left without any regrets. He is indeed a martial arts fanatic.
The beauty lying on the ground looked pitiful, but it was a pity that the wolf was so heartless that he had already walked two hundred meters away.
As both of them are beauties, it is inevitable that Han Zeyu and she will sympathize with each other.
He's already over forty, what's the point of all this? Isn't Marquis Wu'an infatuated enough?
Although he is studying the substitute meme of Wanwan Leiqing in the capital, you are always in his heart.
Oh no, my inspiration is coming again.
Yes, literati like them are indeed prone to sentimentality.
Han Zeyu was kind-hearted and moved the beauty to a tree, fearing that she would be eaten by wild beasts.
After touching the beauty's face as a reward, Han Zeyu couldn't help but touch her again, and again, and finally...
Not bad, not bad, it is well maintained.
While rushing to Diannan City, Han Zeyu was wondering whether to destroy the altar a second time.
If you don't destroy it, someone will always remember it.
But if it was destroyed, if the situation like the Jin family’s mine happened again, he would have to dig it up again.
When Su Shien got on the carriage, he saw Yuger's tangled brows and sighing as he plucked flower petals.
"Tear it down, or not? Tear it down, or not? Should I tear it down or not?"
Su Shien was puzzled: "What are you researching? Are you trying to break up the couple and help Zhao Xun escape from his misery?"
Han Zeyu waved his hand: "They won't fail, they will get married soon."
"What do you mean?"
"Didn't we buy a love lock on the way to Shuzhou? Tiezhu dropped the key off the cliff."
Su Shien remembered that there was such a place, and the height was quite scary.
"Where are your keys?"
"I threw it together with Tiezhu. I threw it farther than he did. You'd be exhausted to death if you couldn't pick it up."
Su Shien was speechless. This was something these two people could do.
"How was the funeral?"
"Grand and solemn."
"Is there anything exciting to see?"
"It's calm."
"Are those two psychics present?"
"They're all here."
What? They're all here? It seems like everyone has a stand-in!
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