Fairy, please let me explain

Chapter 645: The Prime Minister’s Son
The empty training ground was silent, with only echoes echoing.

Is Lu Bozou’s reason absurd?
Of course it's ridiculous.

The soldiers of Zhenxi can see the traces of unicorns and wolves. What kind of new Tartar joke is this?
But the problem is that the joke itself is not important; what is important is the accusation that Lu Bozou made with it.

If the political righteousness of the Yan Dynasty is the supremacy of the royal family, and the righteousness within the Prime Minister's Office is to oppose the clan, then the righteousness of the Zhenxi Mansion is to kill the Tartar traitors.

This is the foundation of Zhenxi Prefecture, and it is also the deep hatred built up by the corpses of thousands of Zhenxi Army soldiers.

Even though Jia Yi has now joined them, this kind of thing still cannot be made public.

Standing on the high platform, Li Junwu maintained a calm expression, with thoughts constantly emerging in his mind.

why?
Why did she not receive any news when the other party organized such a large-scale operation?

Why were these generals so respectful to her at the government meeting just now, but now, in just a few minutes, they all changed their stance?

She was completely sidelined.
No, she never took control of the power from the beginning.

These people never took her seriously from beginning to end.

As Li Junwu was thinking and falling silent, some whispers of conversation gradually emerged from the originally silent formation of soldiers below.

"No way? Even though the princess is absurd, it is impossible for her to have an affair with Tartar Chao."

"Commander Lu, if you say so, there must be evidence. Why are you so anxious?"

"Isn't Princess Hana just a vase? How can it be impossible for a woman to go to that place of willows and mist every day?"

"I think so too. I heard that the Desert Goddess is as beautiful as a fairy, and the princess is fond of polishing mirrors. Who knows if she will do such a thing?"

"My Lord has been a brave man all his life, but it is unfortunate for him to have such an unfilial daughter."

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Someone is inciting the military's morale. This is a premeditated strategy by the other side to force the emperor to abdicate and seize power.

Li Junwu subconsciously looked in the direction of the government office, wanting to seek help from someone, but distant water could not quench immediate thirst.

How to do?
How to do!
Can Xu Yuan's clothes withstand the full-force search of the city defense formation?

Moreover, after Linlang entered the city, the clothes were returned to Xu Yuan.

More importantly, even if Xu Yuan could think of this, there was only one piece of clothing.

If it is given to Linlang, Jia Yi's unique martial arts aura that belongs to Ximo will also be detected.

As time passed, as the silence continued.

The generals' eyes turned dim as they looked at Li Junwu, and the whispers of the soldiers below also gradually spread.

And at this time,

Li Junwu's cold and deep voice resounded throughout the venue:
"You can start a search, but Lu Bozou, can you afford to frame this princess as a Tartar?"

On top of a high tower deep in the military camp, two figures stood quietly.

Looking at everything that happened on the training ground, the middle-aged scholar surnamed Wen stroked his folding fan and said with a smile:
"This way of dealing with things is really boring. I thought that the man from the Xiangguo Mansion would let me have a good game of chess, but now it seems that he has been defeated."

Next to the middle-aged man surnamed Wen stood a man covered in a black robe. From the sound of his voice, it was Mu Qing who had just said goodbye to Si Zijing:

"If we can send the unicorn wolf into the city, we won't necessarily be afraid of setting up a formation to search for people."

The scholar surnamed Wen looked back with a smile and whispered:
"It doesn't matter if you're not afraid. Even if you can't find out the results, you can still destroy Li Junwu."

"What do you mean?"

"Wen arranged for Lu Bozou to do this, not just to force the emperor to abdicate and seize power."

The scholar surnamed Wen narrowed his eyes and smiled: "With this drama, even if the princess proves her innocence now, when those adults start to plan, will the great threat of Linlang still show up to take action?

"If she doesn't show up, the city defense formation alone won't be able to withstand the attacks of those adults, and she will die."

"If he shows up, it means that the princess is indeed secretly communicating with Tartar Chao. Even if he survives in the end, his prestige in the Zhenxi Army will plummet, and he will not be able to stop us from overthrowing Zhenxi Prefecture."

Speaking of which,
The scholar surnamed Wen shook his head slightly, and said in a quiet tone:
"The princess's absurd behavior when she was young and frivolous eventually became a sharp sword stabbing at her. Her reputation is so bad that it wouldn't be surprising even if someone said she had an affair with Tartar Chao, haha."

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After listening to the other party's story carefully, Mu Qing just turned around in silence.

The scholar named Wen glanced at his back, pointed in the direction of the training ground, and asked with a smile:

"The show hasn't even finished yet, and you're ready to leave?"

Mu Qing did not turn around, his voice was calm:
"I have already told you the latest arrangements of the Xiangguo Mansion. Naturally, there is no need to stay."

The scholar surnamed Wen stared at him for a moment and suddenly said:

"Mr. Mu, you seem to be in a bad mood. Is it because of the Si Zijing you just mentioned?"

"Nothing to do with you."

"Of course not."

The middle-aged scholar surnamed Wen had narrowed eyes and his expression could not be seen clearly. He closed the folding fan in his hand and smiled faintly:
"But Wen still wants to remind you of one thing."

"Mu still needs to go to the city gate tower to make backup arrangements, so I'm sorry I can't accompany you."

Mu Qing had no intention of listening to what the other party said. After he finished speaking, his figure disappeared directly on the top of the tower.

And watching the other person go away,

The scholar surnamed Wen continued to murmur the second half of his sentence:

"Since you have chosen to betray, then don't act so disgustingly bitter and resentful, otherwise your new master will also be angry, hehe."

"I agree with what you said."

"."A Confucian scholar with the surname Wen.

Without any warning, a voice as gentle as jade was heard from the circular observation tower.

When the Confucian scholar surnamed Wen heard the words, his narrow eyes subconsciously widened for a moment, but then returned to normal and looked in the direction where the voice came from.

A handsome young man in brocade robe appeared behind him at some point.

After staring at the other person for a moment, the scholar surnamed Wen politely saluted with his folding fan:
"Wen, nice to meet the Third Young Master."

Xu Yuan walked forward slowly, glanced at his movements, and said with a smile:

"It seems that you are of a very high status, and you can actually tell my identity."

The Confucian scholar surnamed Wen was as handsome as jade and spoke in a gentle voice:
"No, I just wanted to trick the Third Young Master, but I didn't expect you to admit it directly."

"It's unnecessary."

Xu Yuan did not comment, but leaned on the guardrail of the tower and said casually: "But since I have given my name, why don't you also tell me who you are?"

"Third Young Master, you are joking. I, Wen, would like to live a few more years."

The middle-aged scholar surnamed Wen smiled and shook his head: "But your presence here means that I have to give up the Mu Qing line."

Xu Yuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and scanned the other person with interest:

"Compared to Mu Qing, I am more interested in you now. Your body seems a little strange. Is it a clone?"

"You can understand it that way." "It's a pretty good technique."

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me yet, your body will die in a moment."

"Being able to witness the Third Young Master's grace with my own eyes, this body can be considered to have died a worthy death."

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After a moment of silence, Xu Yuan smiled and said, "You are so good at talking, why don't you come to the Prime Minister's Mansion to work?"

The scholar surnamed Wen smiled faintly:

"You are joking, young master. The Xiangguo Mansion cannot afford this bargaining chip."

Hearing this, Xu Yuan was surprised:
"Wow, it seems that your status is quite high."

The scholar surnamed Wen did not comment, but smiled and said:

"Third Young Master, the Prime Minister has already handed over the Western Frontier to us. You are of the same noble status, so why do you want to stay here and take risks?"

Xu Yuan stroked the iron guardrail on the tower and said slowly:

"From your perspective, you should be eager to get rid of me, but you actually suggested that I leave."

"As the old saying goes, you can't expect to achieve everything in one go, you have to do things step by step."

"I understand what you said to mean that I may be able to make your plan fail in Zhenxi City, right?" Xu Yuan asked in a low voice.

“There is such a chance.”

"From your perspective, this probability should be small, right?"

"It's not big, but Wen is different from those people outside the city."

The scholar surnamed Wen shook his head and looked at the entire city from the perspective of the high tower: "Benefits and risks are driven by each other. There is no need to continue to expand the plate of Western Xinjiang, so Third Young Master, you should leave as soon as possible."

Xu Yuan pondered for a moment and grinned:
"What if I say no?"

The scholar surnamed Wen was not angry either. He just narrowed his eyes and smiled faintly:

"A good cook cannot cook without rice. Now the entire Zhenxi City and its surroundings are our people. What are you going to use to fight us?"

The words fell silent.

The sound of wind blew past his ears. The scholar named Wen turned his eyes and was about to speak again when he suddenly saw a scabbard in the hand of the young man behind him.

After a moment of shock, the scholar named Wen was about to speak, but he saw the scabbard enlarging in front of him.
"."A Confucian scholar with the surname Wen.

"boom!"

A club hit him directly in the face, and the scholar named Wen fell to the ground, with bright red blood splattering everywhere.

Xu Yuan used the scabbard of the Ghost Willow sword as a crowbar and beat the scholar named Wen all over his body in a few breaths. He stopped only when the scholar was about to die.

As expected, even though he was seriously injured and dying, the scholar surnamed Wen was in a state of disgrace, but his expression was still smiling:

"Mr. San San... is really a man of character."

Before he finished speaking, Xu Yuan stepped on his smiling mouth:
"Are you pretending to be your mother here?"

"."

The corners of the scholar surnamed Wen's eyes twitched unconsciously, and just as he was about to smile and talk, Xu Yuan stepped on him hard and laughed softly:
"You know what, I hate people like you who speak in a pretentious manner the most."

The words fell,

Under the shocked gaze of the scholar surnamed Wen, he suddenly thrust the scabbard with his hand, thrusting it directly between the legs of the scholar surnamed Wen.
"Pfft!"

The heavy blow caused the piercing pain in his crotch to make the scholar named Wen cry out in pain, but he clenched his fists because of the humiliation.

After doing all this, Xu Yuan felt much better. He let out a long breath, grabbed the man's hair and lifted him up:
"You've created so much trouble, but when you saw me, you didn't immediately want to commit suicide and run away. Instead, you relied on this soul-condensing clone to speak nonsense to me. Do you really think that my reputation as a playboy is false?"

"."The Confucian scholar named Wen had already opened his squinting eyes and stared at Xu Yuan without saying a word.

Xu Yuan sealed the opponent's body Qi with his hands, then lifted him out of the tower and said with a smile:

"Although I don't know if the sense of touch can be transmitted to your body, I think this memory should be able to be transmitted."

The wind in the sky blew up his messy hair, and the corners of the bloody lips of the scholar surnamed Wen revealed a sinister smile:

"Xu Changtian, you look so ugly when you are so helpless and furious.
"Everything you are doing now is in vain. Look at the training ground. They have already started the battle formation. Everything is going according to my plan. Even if you can hide Lin Lang and Jia Yi, everything will go as I expected."

Xu Yuan smiled and said:

"Who told you that I was going to hide Linlang and Jiayi?"

Ok?
There was some confusion in the swollen eyes of the Confucian scholar named Wen.

Xu Yuan sighed upon seeing this and pointed in the direction of the training ground:

"Your clone's cultivation is really too weak. Didn't you even notice that the people over there in the training ground were looking at us?"

"."

In the strange silence of this moment, the Confucian scholar named Wen tried to decipher the meaning of the other party's words, but what he saw out of the corner of his eye made his pupils shrink suddenly.

He saw a ray of white.

A white wolf as white as snow appeared behind Xu Yuan, its blood-red vertical pupils glowing with a sinister cold light.

Seeing his expression, Xu Yuan pulled him in front of him and whispered softly in his ear:

“Your analysis of Mu Qing is correct, but you seem to have forgotten one most important thing—in this Zhenxi City, besides you, who else has seen the Lin Wolf, and who else has seen the Desert Goddess?

“Although I really want to see your confidence being crushed, in order to avoid accidents, please keep your mouth shut for now.

"Mr. Wen, we'll meet again someday."

As soon as he finished speaking, a strong wind blew up.

Under the gaze of the Confucian scholar named Wen, Xu Yuan sealed the opponent's Qi, and directly released his palm under the gaze of thousands of soldiers on the training ground.

When Lu Bozou saw this scene, he subconsciously wanted to help, because the other party was his aide and military advisor. However, the look that the Confucian scholar named Wen cast at him on the way down made him suppress the intention of helping.

Once it's over,
The young man would kill him.

After counting the interest,
From the bottom of the tower came a series of teeth-grinding snapping sounds.

After taking a look at the patch of meat paste below, Xu Yuan shook his head with a slight regret. His figure slowly floated into the air, came to the sky above the training ground, and slowly landed on the high platform.

The originally noisy military formation quickly became quiet, leaving only the soft sound of Xu Yuan's boots tapping the ground.

Standing in front of Lu Bozou, Xu Yuan smiled and patted the dust off his body. Looking at the wrinkled face of the other party, he said in a voice transmission:
"You are really smart, old man. If you had come to rescue me just now, I would have killed you. But it doesn't matter, because your fate will be the same anyway."

After all,

Under the gaze of tens of thousands of people, Xu Yuan reached out to grab his neck, then tore off the human skin mask on his face, and said respectfully to Lu Bozou:

"Commander Lu, didn't you just ask the princess where she got the information? I don't think it's possible that I, the son of the prime minister, could be the goddess of the desert, right?"

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