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"Don't you need me to accompany you?"

Yu Rong shook his head and said, "Didn't it be agreed, I'll go alone..."

Nie Xinzhi was silent for a while, then said softly, "I'm worried."

Yu Rong couldn't help laughing: "There is nothing to worry about, it's not a child anymore."

Nie Xinzhi lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Yu Rong coughed softly, stretched out his hand to hook the back of the man's neck, and kissed him forcefully: "I'll come out in half an hour, half an hour at most. Captain An also said that it's safe inside, then One that can't hurt me."

Nie Xinzhi finally let go, and instructed: "If he said something, don't think too much about it."

Yu Rong smiled and nodded, then let go of the man, took a step back, turned around and stepped across the threshold.

The interaction between the two of them was not about life and death, but...

A Lang guard leads the way.

Yu Rong walked in the heavily guarded small courtyard, and arrived at the destination not long after.

The room is not big, but it is airy, and the breeze blows through the room. Even in summer, you don't feel hot in the room.

It doesn't look like a place where prisoners are held.

Of course, this is not a prison cell.

The "prisoner" is not an ordinary prisoner, but the king of England who was famous and intimidated the world decades ago.

The former Commander of the Rebellious Guards, assisted three generations of emperors, and was regent for nearly ten years before the first emperor took office. He also tried his best to help stabilize the government at the beginning of his ascension to the throne... he is not only a "most powerful person" in An Langxi's evaluation .

Don't mention what he has done, just talk about the age of his life. The sixth day of June is his 50th birthday.

Yu Rong couldn't figure it out, such a person, who has sacrificed a lot for the country and the people, why would he do such a frenzied thing like human sacrifice?

The case of human sacrifice has been settled.

In fact, it has nothing to do with Yu Rong, but...

Even if he cheers up and no longer indulges in decadence, he is fine during the day, too busy to think about it, but at night, whenever he falls asleep, a flame will appear in his dreams from time to time.

The human sacrifice's cries often "woke up" him directly.

Only then did I know that it was hard to get over it in the end.

So there was this "visitation".

When he arrived at the place, Yu Rong suddenly hesitated, a little confused, even if he saw the King of England, so what?

The dead are dead.

Before he could back down, an old voice sounded first: "Don't you want to see me, little baby? Why don't you dare to come in?"

Yu Rong was certain in her heart, and raised her foot to step in through the door—it's already here, and it won't be a problem to see if it's okay to leave, there are really too many doubts in her heart.

First of all, he bowed in a proper manner. No matter what happens to the other party, he is still the king of the Ming dynasty.

"Look up, let me see."

Hearing the tone, Yu Rong no longer hesitated, raised his head decisively, and his eyes fell on the old man who was slumped in the "wheelchair".

He was slightly taken aback.

His face is not as ferocious and terrifying as he imagined at the beginning, and of course it is not kind, but has a dignified and majestic quality, which feels...

It looks a bit like Nie Xinzhi, or on the other hand, Nie Xinzhi resembles him.

The first time people think of the old version of Nie Xinzhi.

But obviously, this "old version of Nie Xinzhi" has much more words than the original version, and the tone of voice is completely different, with a smile: "The appearance is beautiful and the complexion is gloomy, no wonder the spoon is happy."

Yu Rong felt inexplicably uncomfortable when he heard this, hesitated for a while, and replied dumbly: "... I dare not take it."

Seeing him like this, the King of England didn't blame him for being impolite. He smiled and changed his tone: "What do you mean when the little boy sees me?"

Yu Rong quietly took a deep breath, trying to ignore the uncomfortable feeling, and opened her mouth to speak bluntly: "It's because of..." After a pause, "Those people who died."

With a snort from his nasal cavity, the King of England said, "You mean those with febrile illnesses, or human sacrifices?"

Yu Rong said calmly, "Both are present."

The King of England looked a little uncomfortable, leaned on the upper body of the wheelchair and moved a bit, his face was tired, and he said casually: "The febrile disease should die, human sacrifice is a great cause, what doubts do you have?"

Yu Rong opened his eyes slightly: "There is still a cure for febrile disease, human sacrifice... what is the great cause?"

The King of England still spoke nonchalantly, but was very patient, explaining: "So what if the febrile disease can be saved? If one is saved, the disease spreads to ten people, and one epidemic kills and injures tens of thousands of people."

"so……"

"So cut off the source of the disaster directly," the King of England cut off Yu Rong's words, "It's only a few hundred people who are killed."

The way the old man casually said that he had killed hundreds of people made Yu Rong really uncomfortable.

The King of England probably sensed his discomfort, and asked in a gentle tone, "One person can exchange a hundred people, killing a hundred people and saving ten thousand people, how is that not beautiful?"

Yu Rong frowned unconsciously.

The King of England didn't ask him to answer, and continued: "As for human sacrifices, they are all small country folks, camping all day long, one more and one less, what's the difference in my Min country?"

Yu Rong couldn't help but said, "That's all human life."

The King of England sighed: "That's why it's good for human sacrifice."

this person……

Is it anti-social at all?Yu Rong couldn't imagine how such a person could assist three generations of emperors—with such regents and assistants, the Min Dynasty has continued to this day, and the national power is flourishing without being overthrown by public grievances. It is simply too unscientific.

The King of England seems to be talking to himself: "It's just 130 nine people, isn't it worthwhile to exchange my life?"

Yu Rong couldn't bear it anymore: "That's 130 nine lives, and you are only one."

As if seeing a child making trouble for no reason, King Ying looked at Yu Rong with a very tolerant look, and his tone was still calm: "I am alive, Min Country is today's Min Country."

Yu Rong said straightly: "Officials are wise sages."

The King of England smiled when he heard the words, and instead of refusing, he nodded in agreement: "Xiaoming, the emperor, has indeed done a good job, but," he shook his head, his tone was regrettable, "most of the people in the Nie family are short-lived, and few of them live past thirty. , Emperor Gaozong lived a long life, when he died at the age of 66, all the poor children died young, leaving a five-year-old Wen Sheng, if I hadn't been regent, the country of Min country would have changed its surname long ago."

Yu Rong: "..."

King Ying continued to talk about Gu: "It's a pity that Wen Sheng was less than 43, so he also went. The prince passed away half a year earlier than him, leaving behind Xiaoming who was under 14 years old. Xiaoming is 36 this year. He is holding the medicine jar every day. The imperial doctor said he was sad. Forty, the eldest son of his family has the same disease as Prince Zhaoxian. At the age of 12, it is not sure whether he can... The two young ones are healthy, four or five years old, seven or eight years old, too young, just in case Xiaoming..."

The king of Ying shook his head: "If I'm not here, I'm afraid that the country of Min will change its surname soon."

Yu Rong found it hard to believe: "So...you sacrificed your life to change your life for the country of Min?"

King Ying corrected with a smile: "It's wrong, it's not life changing." Seeing the other party's confused face, he asked instead, "What is the god taught by Duoharaya?"

Yu Rong didn't know.

The King of England said again: "Do you know where the ancestors of my Nie family came from?"

Yu Rong hesitated and said, "Fate falls on Feng?"

The King of England smiled gratifiedly: "Then you should know that the phoenix has the ability of nirvana and rebirth."

Yu Rong: "..."

King Ying said: "The god of Duoharaye is the incarnation of the phoenix on the sixth day of June."

Thinking of this person's birthday on the [-]th of June, and the human sacrifice on the [-]th of June, Yu Rong made an inconceivable guess: "You mean that you are... God?"

The King of England smiled without saying a word.

Yu Rong was silent for a while, and said: "Since you are a god, why do you need human sacrifices to change your life?"

The King of England patiently corrected: "Why does the longevity of the gods need human sacrifices?"

Yu Rong: "..." He was a little dizzy.

King Ying explained: "It's just that I'm eighty this year."

So?

"Ninety-nine is Dzogchen, how can things in the world be perfect?"

Isn't that what monks say?What does it have to do with the Dhaharaya religion?

The King of England said: "If I want to continue to stay in the Nie family, I will be reborn like a phoenix after nirvana."

But Phoenix Nirvana burns himself.

Forget it...

Yu Rong didn't want to delve into it any further, because a person like King Ying, no matter how unreasonable something is, can make up a theory as long as he believes it.

I really shouldn't have made this trip.

How can a normal person have a common language with God...?

Seeing that he was silent all the time, King Ying suddenly said, "Can't understand?"

Yu Rong didn't know how to answer, so he responded vaguely.

The King of England smiled: "Do you know who is most like me in this generation of juniors?"

Yu Rong had a bad feeling.

The King of England said bluntly: "It's a spoon," he said, admiring, "At first I felt that he acted decisively, but now it seems that he has the same demeanor as I did back then."

Yu Rong was speechless, regretting for the hundredth time that he shouldn't have come here.

The King of England was probably getting old, so he had a good time talking: "Now I am relieved, if Xiaoming is gone, and there is a spoon, this country will only belong to my Nie family."

Yu Rong: "..."

If Xiaoming knew that his uncle had been cursing him to die early, he would probably take a few more bottles of Butian Dazao Pills to replenish his energy?

"Ronger?"

As soon as he stepped out of the courtyard, he saw Nie Xinzhi waiting there. Yu Rong paused slightly, and suddenly thought of the old face of the King of England, and recalled that the other party said that the spoon was very similar to him.

Nie Xinzhi raised his hand to caress the stunned man's cheek, his tone was cold and indifferent, implying unquestionable concern: "There is no need to think too much."

Yu Rong suddenly came back to his senses, because the King Ying's words made his heart ache, and he relieved a lot in an instant, hooked the corners of his mouth, and shook his head slightly: "I won't ask for trouble anymore."

The King of England was wrong, the spoon was not like him.

No matter how famous and prestigious he was, the old man who lived to be eighty is now just a... lunatic.

Nie Xinzhi is different, maybe he has some unspeakable flaws, but deep down, he is a normal and gentle man.

"His Royal Highness suffered from a serious illness a few years ago." Nie Xinzhi suddenly said, "After meeting the missionary of the Heavenly Governor, he began to believe in the Daharaya religion."

Yu Rong sighed: "This cult that believes in human sacrifice should have been banned long ago."

Nie Xinzhi responded, "Don't worry."

Yu Rongxiao: "I have nothing to worry about."

Looking up at the sky, he was suddenly relieved, only feeling refreshed.