After being forced to marry an enemy tyrant

Zhao Yan stared fixedly at the little thing in front of him, without making a sound.

Chang Ling asked in a low voice: "Why don't you speak? But I made a mistake and made you unhappy?"

Zhaoyan smiled wryly and shook his head.

"You're right. The spiritual power in the altar of the Fox Clan can attract the covetousness of the entire Immortal State. One can imagine how powerful it is. From the perspective of a careerist, I really won't suffer from this deal with you."

"Then why don't you speak?"

Zhao Yan didn't answer, just asked: "You haven't told me yet, how to release this spiritual power?"

Chang Ling lowered his eyes and said, "But any lock has a key. As long as I work hard to study the formation and find the key, I can unlock the lock."

The surimi porridge has a stronger aroma, and it is rolling with water bubbles.

Zhao Yan said softly: "Look into my eyes and say."

Chang Ling was startled, raised his head, and looked at him quietly, his dark eyes were as calm as stars.

"That's the way I told you."

Zhao Yan gritted his teeth: "Tu Shan Changling, you are so cruel."

"Do you really think this gentleman is a fool, or do you think that this gentleman is willing to accompany you to pretend to be stupid for the sake of such a little spiritual power? Your attainments in formation are not shallow. Lived in Yunyi and Tanlang, and later stopped thousands of cavalry from the Qinglang Department in Dafan Valley with the help of the dark wind. As for the things that you used tricks to trap me, I won’t mention it. In the past 200 years, you put yourself Locked in the Chenfeng Palace, you can thoroughly study even the most outrageous forbidden techniques, if there is a way to unlock this spirit-binding lock, can you not research it?"

"You are clearly deceiving me that I don't understand these strange ways, so what kind of key is used to prevaricate Gu. Don't think that I don't know what your idea is. If you want to deceive me about the conditions that I promised you, it is best Then sign a formal covenant with you. When I return to Sirius, you can use your last remaining heat to revive Qingqiu, right? What do you plan to leave for me? Is that? The useless spiritual power in your mouth, or your cold bones? You haven't put this gentleman in your heart at all, have you? What is this gentleman to you?"

His words were like thunder, hitting Chang Ling's heart.

Chang Ling squeezed the blood jade collar around his neck, but couldn't answer.

Zhaoyan stared at the dazed gleam in the little thing's eyes, uncontrollably, his anger rushed straight to the top of his head.What kind of reaction is this? As long as he has a little place for himself in his heart, how can it be such a non-painful and indifferent reaction.

He really doesn't care about himself at all.

This thought made Zhaoyan feel unprecedented anger and panic.

The veins on Zhaoyan's forehead twitched violently, and his nerves throbbed for a while. Afraid that if the stalemate continued, he would not be able to control his emotions and make some crazy moves, so he grabbed his robe and draped it indiscriminately, strode out of the hall, and slammed the door away.

The hall door shook silently twice in the dark night, then closed again.

Chang Ling stared blankly at the suddenly empty hall, hugged his knees and leaned against the head of the bed, silently staring at the auspicious pattern on the bed curtain in a daze.

**

Zhaoyan ran wildly in the city with the unicorn, running in two circles, Fang Chihong stopped with eyesight, his palms were bloody from scratches from the scales on the beast's back.

The unicorn beast sensed the anger of its master, and planed its four hooves uneasily, making a hooting sound.Zhao Yan stared at the dead tower and the dark night sky above, took a deep breath, suppressed the anger rolling in his chest, turned around, and ran towards the Xuanling Iron Cavalry camp outside the city.

The soldiers guarding the city knew his identity and did not dare to stop him, so they quickly opened the door and let him go.

Yunyi and Tanlang were having a drink in the army, and when they heard Zhaoyan came back, they were so frightened that they quickly dropped their wine glasses to greet them, and asked at the same time, "Why is Your Majesty back? But something is wrong?"

Zhao Yan had a gloomy face, and said coldly: "Why, this is my garrison camp, I can't go back yet?"

After all, he ignored the two of them and went straight into the account.

Tanlang asked Yunyi in a low voice: "What's wrong, Your Majesty, is this a fight with the little fox?"

Yunyi glared at him angrily.

"Don't talk nonsense."

"Where am I talking nonsense, you didn't see His Majesty's face, and the clothes on his body, it is clear that he was driven out of the house by the little fox."

As soon as the words were finished, the tent door was lifted, and Zhao Yan came out again, looking at the two of them deeply, his eyes were frighteningly red.

Tanlang was so frightened that he quickly bowed his head and saluted.

"Has anyone brought it up?"

The air was quiet for a while, Zhaoyan asked coldly.

Yun Yi hurriedly said: "Follow your majesty's order, it was mentioned this evening, and now they are being imprisoned in the camp."

"Immediately bring it up to see me."

"Yes."

A moment later, Yu Xiang was brought into the tent of the Chinese army.

His hands and feet were shackled, and he was imprisoned in a dark place for a long time. His face was not clean enough to clean his beard, and his complexion was quite haggard, but his back was always straight and his eyes were clear.

"I have seen Your Majesty."

Because Yu Xiang was grateful for the kindness of the three cities, she had always respected Zhaoyan.

Zhaoyan waved his hand, Yunyi retreated consciously.

"The purpose of this lord's detaining you here, do you understand?"

Zhao Yan knocked on the desk and spoke slowly, his eyes were always cold and unwarm.

"The old man understands."

Yu Xiang sighed and said, "Your Majesty must want to ask the old man about burning the lamp."

"The old man also understands that your majesty didn't hand me over to the Shui tribe, but chose to keep me alive, that's why."

Zhao Yan twitched the corner of his mouth: "It's best if you understand. I don't like to go around in circles. You just say, is there any possibility of repairing the spiritual root that was burned by the burning lamp?"

"It might have been possible before, but now... I'm afraid it's not easy."

"How to say?"

Yu Xiang: "The spiritual roots burned by the burning lamp will turn into broken spiritual breaths and remain in the magic circle of the lamp wick. If we can collect all these spiritual breaths and slowly care for them with pure spiritual power, there may be a possibility of recovery. Although that is also extremely difficult. But the problem is that the spirit burning lamp has been broken as early as a hundred years ago, and the fragments are scattered all over Xianzhou. It is not easy to collect them all. Moreover, even if all the fragments are collected, there is no guarantee The array is still intact."

Zhao Yanjun's face was tense, he couldn't see any expression, he just asked: "How many things do you know?"

Yu Xiang was stunned for a moment: "What?"

"I want to ask you, how many places do you know where the fragments have fallen?"

For the first time, Yu Xiang looked at Zhaoyan with disbelief.

This matter was so difficult that even he, the dictator, thought it was impossible to complete it. The new king did not back down at all, but asked him seriously about the whereabouts of the fragments.

Zhao Yan seemed to see what was going on in his heart, and said with a sneer, "It's up to man. If you don't try, how do you know that I can't do it."

"The old man is ashamed."

Yu Xiang lowered her head, her heart burning inexplicably, and said, "Does your lord have a topographic map of Xianzhou? I would like to tell you all the news I know."

**

Early the next morning, Chang Ling got up as usual.

Qingluan stood outside the door, looked into the hall, saw that there was no sign of Zhaoyan, couldn't help thinking of the movement heard last night, and tentatively asked: "The young master is eating now, or should I wait for the king to come together?"

Chang Ling said: "I will eat it myself."

Qingluan didn't dare to ask any more questions, and went to arrange breakfast by herself.

Chang Ling simply ate half a bowl of porridge and a few pieces of pastries, then went to the lake to look at the soil specimens he brought back yesterday.In just one night, some small buds had sprouted from the roots of some spiritual grasses that were not completely dead.

Greatly encouraged, the elder spirit added some fertilizer and dew that could help the spiritual grass to grow, and went out with the stone, and went to the outskirts of the city to check other medicine gardens.

Yesterday, because of Zhaoyan, the medicine farmers all hid in their own fox dens and dared not come out.Today, seeing Chang Ling coming alone on a cloud cart with only one servant by his side, he became more courageous. First he carried a hoe to the field and pretended to work, and tried to talk to Chang Ling. Hearing that the young master turned out to be In order to collect the rare medicinal herbs that were not completely dead, the farmers' spirits were greatly boosted, and they all went to Chang Ling's side to ask about the remedy.

Chang Ling couldn't finish his work, so he patiently explained to the farmers and demonstrated how to find and extract soil samples.

After several disasters in succession, the medicine garden became absurd, and the livelihood of the farmers suffered an unprecedented blow. Some farmers could not survive, and even started to risk their lives in the mountains to hunt, or to pick rare spiritual herbs and sell them for money. Condescending to come to this barren grassland to pick specimens in person, with the intention of rebuilding the medicine garden, all of them were moved to tears.

What's even more rare is that even when this little young master spoke to them, he spoke in a soft and gentle voice, like spring wind turning into rain, without the slightest pretensions of a royal child, in stark contrast to Zhu Long Zhu Meng brothers who were arrogant and domineering before and wantonly destroyed farmers' medicine gardens.

"The young master is the blood of Mr. Boyan, how could he be the same as the two beasts born by the old dog Bo Hui?"

"That's natural. This medicine garden was built by Mr. Boyan leading everyone. Back then, the young master destroyed a small piece of medicine garden of a farmer because of his playfulness, and was punished by Mr. Boyan to kneel in the snow for a long time. He was also brought by the emperor to personally apologize to the farmers. On the other hand, the old dog Bohui, not to mention restraining his son, has behaved badly himself, and only knows how to seek people's anointing to please outsiders."

More farmers were ashamed of the various disrespectful behaviors they had done to the young master at the moon worship meeting.The young master is so kind, even if his cultivation level is worse, so what.How could they be so confused, not only not helping the helpless young master against Bo Hui and his son, but also accusing him with such vicious words.

Chang Ling was busy until dark, and then returned to the palace under the farewell of the peasants.After dinner, he bathed and changed his clothes, and went back to the temple alone to sleep.It was still the same for the next two days, leaving early and returning late, and going to bed early after dinner.

Cang Jie saw it, and said with relief: "The young master has suffered so much for so many years, and finally the hardships are over, and he can concentrate on doing what he likes."

Qingluan gave him a worried look: "Do you really think the young master is happy now?"

Cangjie was puzzled: "Aren't you happy?"

Qingluan sighed: "You old elm lump, don't you think that the young master is making himself too tired and busy now?"

Cangjie thought for a while, "Maybe it's because the young master is eager to help farmers build medicine gardens?"

"Frozen three feet is not a day's cold. How can such a large medicine garden be built after hundreds of years of accumulation. The young master is not recovering from his illness now, but he works so hard every day. How can it go on like this?" Got it."

Cangjie was really anxious now, his eyes turned red: "You mean, the young master..."

"I didn't say that, what I meant was that the gentleman was busy with something, and he couldn't come here for many days, as if he had a conflict with the young master. Just now I heard that the gentleman seems to want to be a teacher. Back to Sirius."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

Qingluan spat at him, "What a good thing, you are such an elm lump. Do you think the young master is really sleeping when he returns to the hall so early every day? Last night I came out in a hurry and saw that the lights in the young master's hall were still on. It's on."

The two were talking, when there was a creak, the door of the palace opened.

Chang Ling was only wearing a thin pajamas, standing barefoot in the threshold, his black eyes quietly looked at Qingluan, and asked, "Is he going back?"