All worlds start from leaves

Chapter 228
King Li approached Duke Zhao step by step, and Duke Zhao was momentarily overwhelmed by King Li's fierce aura.

君要臣death,臣不得不death!

Although Zhao Gong is a master of heaven, but facing this matter, Li Wang, who is holding a king sword, doesn't even have the courage to resist.

With the blessing of the Great Zhou's luck, not to mention a heavenly immortal, even a strong golden immortal is struggling.

Raising the sword, Duke Zhao closed his eyes disheartened, and muddy tears flowed from the corners of both eyes.

At this moment, there is no anger, no quitting, no sadness, but only endless desolation.

"My ancestors are above me, today we are incompetent, and the Great Zhou Dynasty will be cut off~~~"

"Severe? Hahahahaha," holding up the sword high, Li Wang smiled like a madman: "The lonely king's world, why are you chewing your tongue?"

"Die!"

As the voice fell, the sword was split in an instant, and a smear of bright red blood fell in the hall.

It's just that Zhao Gong didn't die.

Under the inconceivable eyes of everyone, the beauty who had been reading the memorials for King Li stood up and blocked the sword for Duke Zhao.

According to the order Li Ziji gave them at the beginning, Duke Zhou and Zhaogong would only die one person. If they all died, it would probably cause immeasurable consequences.

So at this moment, when Li Wang's sword fell, she, who hadn't been able to react, finally woke up, and had no time to stop it, so she could only block the sharp sword with herself.

clang~
The sword landed crisply, and King Li was dumbfounded.

"Your Majesty..."

"My concubine, my concubine~"

Kneeling on the ground in a panic, hugging the beauty who was almost split in two, King Li felt like the sky was falling.

He is a human being, and he also has seven emotions and six desires. Among the beauties presented by Li Ziji, only he, King Li, knows that he likes this the most.

But his favorite was hacked to death by his sword.

"Your Majesty, don't cry."

His finger brushed across King Li's teary face, and the beauty smiled miserably: "Your Majesty is not pretty at all, but it will be even uglier if you cry."

"Also, Mr. Zhao is the pillar of the country. Mr. Ji Shi, the owner of this concubine, once said today that Mr. Ji Shi is a really talented and upright person, and he will not deceive his concubine. Therefore, the king can beat him in the future. You can scold him, but you can't kill him, okay?"

The breath is still there, but it is already at the end of its strength. After saying these few words, the beauty can't keep her eyes open.

"The lonely king agrees, the lonely king agrees, the lonely king agrees..."

"And Lord Zhao, a concubine, is not a temptress."

Holding the beauty who had turned into a puppet again, King Li would be heartbroken.

I don't know how long it took, the lights in the palace were brightly lit, and none of the people above the main hall left.

Tired of crying, his heart died, King Li squinted his red and swollen eyes and looked at Duke Zhao.

That feeling, like a wild beast that chooses people and loves them, made all the officials palpitate.

"Come here, send the body of Duke Zhou back to Zhou, and let his relatives bury him generously. In addition, the title of Duke Zhou will be demoted by one level for the murder in the palace of Duke Zhou."

"promise!"

A guard came in quickly, and then drove away with Duke Zhou's body.

"You guys, let's go too."

"The lonely king is afraid that he can't help but kill people."

"Farewell, my lord~!"

Hearing King Li finally spoke, a group of scholar-bureaucrats rushed out as if they were fleeing.

Among the crowd, Zhao Gong looked at the puppet in King Li's arms, suddenly knelt on the ground, and kowtowed to the puppet.

The civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty are not as good as a woman, sad, pitiful, and ridiculous.

Everyone left, only King Li and a few beauties who were crying at this time were left in the hall, and there were two broken beauties puppets on the ground.

Holding the beauty in his arms, King Li didn't say much, but just walked towards the harem.

In the back view, depression, bitterness, and decline made Li Ziji sigh.

Today Li Wang killed Zhou Gong, how could Li Ziji not be present.

If he hadn't used the dragon nails and his own unique formation outside the palace to hinder Da Zhou's luck dragon, King Li would not have made up his mind to kill Duke Zhou.

Put away a wooden box in his hand, this is the Xia Chao dragon saliva that Li Ziji has been coveting for a long time, and today he finally got it.

Moreover, at this time, the layout of the Great Zhou Palace was considered complete.

When Duke Zhou died, King Li seemed to be missing an arm.And after this blow, it is inevitable that King Li will be devastated. Coupled with the conflict between the dragon clan and the human race, it is foreseeable that the monsters led by the dragon clan will inevitably fight fierce battles with humans in the future.

This catastrophe is aimed at the demon clan, and the human race will gain luck merits if they kill the monster clan, and Li Ziji, as the mastermind behind the scenes, benefits from the exclusive ninth floor.

However, it is conceivable that this merit will be full of bloody smell, because it is the exchange of countless lives of the human race.

But if Li Ziji doesn't do it, then others will do it. In the future, after the coming of the saints, when the Great Zhou is already ruined, the human race is not united, and they rashly face the entire monster race, the losses will be even greater than now.

Therefore, this karma will eventually be counted on the immortal Buddha on that day.

"Forget it, why do you think so much? You're getting upset for nothing."

After returning to the small village for a day, Li Ziji finally got rid of that upset.

Finding that the teacher was not thinking about things, a group of children immediately surrounded him.

"Sir, what are we doing today?"

"That's right, Master, these few days Master has taught us how to make pottery, and installed plowshares for all the plows in our village. What are we going to do today?"

"Make a plow." Li Ziji asked with a smile as he touched the firewood's head and looked at a group of little devils, "Didn't you realize that the plow you use is very laborious to pull?"

"Yes, yes, yes..."

A little guy on one side shouted quickly: "My father can't even pull my plow, so I need two people to pull it."

"But I found out that I don't need a plow body, just a plowshare, and my elder sister can pull it."

"Then do you know why?" Li Ziji asked.

A group of children replied in unison: "I don't know."

"The teacher knows, but the teacher, I will not tell you directly."

Pulling the torch, Li Ziji walked towards a farmland with a group of children. While walking, Li Ziji said, "But teacher, I can make some tools with you, and then you can find out slowly."

There are 20 days left before the one-month deadline, which means that more than ten days have passed before and after the construction of the house.

If it was someone else, they would probably already be anxious at this time. After all, in this era where communication is all about shouting and going out is all about walking, if you don’t use fairy arts, rely on one cattle, fifteen children, and want to use the six or seven hundred mu of land Plowing is really not an easy thing.

However, Li Ziji said that the problem is not big. Even if the [-]-[-] mu of land is plowed now, the villagers will not let it go. After all, it is the season for the growth of millet.

So his goal has never been the six or seven hundred acres of land outside, but fixed his eyes on the fertile soil in the forest.

Those fertile soils are very special, because the forests are overfired, so there are no trees, only weeds.And the soil is soft and very interesting.

But to do a good job, you must first sharpen your tools. There is no rush.

(End of this chapter)