Seventy-two Earthly Fiends?
Black Buddha Fiend?
Gu Qingfeng was startled and then laughed. A person's figure gradually emerged in his mind.
It was a fat man.
A bald fat man.
A fat man who smiled like the Maitreya Buddha.
At the same time, he was also a wretched, despicable, shameless, and lustful fatty.
"Is the rich man you're talking about surnamed Dong and named Hu? People call him Tiger Dong, nicknamed Black-Hearted Buddha."
"Of course it's that damn fatty surnamed Dong." Shui 'er seemed to be very unhappy and muttered, "But that damn fatty is now the rich man of our Yanluo Kingdom. He has countless assets and is as rich as a country."
"Your Yanluo Kingdom is rich, and as rich as a country … Hahaha!"
Gu Qingfeng laughed happily.
He really didn't expect that the wretched and filthy fatty back then had now become a rich man, and as rich as a country.
However, thinking about it carefully, it was also expected.
Fatty Dong loved money since he was young, and he was the typical kind of person who valued money more than his life.
He could still clearly remember that when the Crimson Heaven Sect went to snatch the Spirit Veins of the Celestial Dynasty, it was Fatty Dong who snatched the most every time. This guy was born with a special sense of smell for all kinds of treasures. Moreover, he was a good businessman, and he was an expert in trading.
This more or less made Gu Qingfeng feel a little emotional.
Back then, there were not many fatties in the Chi Xiao Sect, but each of them was smart.
Fatty Wang established a country in the South Sea and became the emperor.
Now, Fatty Dong became a rich man in the Yanluo Kingdom.
They were all a bunch of unscrupulous and shameless animals!
… …
At night.
The stars were bright, and the moonlight was soft.
Yunhao Palace.
In a courtyard.
Tang Man-ching stood quietly, looking at the bright moon in the night sky in a daze. After a long time, she took out a painting from the storage bag.
The painting was very ethereal, like smoke and clouds, as if it could change, and as if it had a life of its own.
This was a lively painting, but it was also a painting of spirit.
The painting was left behind by Empress Yan Luo, Tang HuanYue. Tang Man-ching found it by chance. She also learned about her aunt and King Chixiao from this painting. This ethereal and lively painting carried the entire process of her aunt and King Chixiao from the moment they met, to the moment they got to know each other.
His Spiritual Perception was like a dream, like an illusion. It was as if he was there.
From the painting, Tang Man-ching could clearly feel her aunt's state of mind at that time. She could also clearly feel her aunt's endless longing for the King when she composed the painting.
If a King Chixiao knew about these things, he might be the real King.
But what if both King Chixiao knew?
Why was that?
Until now, she still couldn't figure it out.
Why did these two people, who called themselves King Chixiao, know that the King and his aunt met? How did they know?
No one knew.
"Your Highness, are you unhappy?"
Shui 'er came over and saw Tang Man-ching in a daze alone, so she asked, "Is it because that liar Gu Qingfeng pretended to be the King?"
"When I met King Chixiao, who was worshipped by the Lord Black Buddha, I asked him about my aunt, and he knew everything. I thought he would be the real one …" Tang Man-ching murmured with some disappointment, "It wasn't until this Gu Qingfeng also knew about my aunt that I realized that I was too naive …"
Was Tang Man-ching unhappy?
No.
She was just a little disappointed.
Not for herself, but for her aunt, Tang HuanYue.
She wanted so much to meet the real King Chixiao and tell him that her aunt had been looking for him.
She originally thought that King Chixiao was the real one, and she also hoped that it was true …
But now.
Her hope was also shattered …
How could she not be disappointed?
"Princess, you don't have to worry about this. That guy doesn't look like a good person. Not to mention the Sovereign King, he might not even be the Sovereign King's successor. Who knows, he might even be the Sovereign King's successor. He might even be an imposter of the Scarlet Flame Young Master from the Northwest."
Shui 'er thought of Gu Qingfeng, who did not stand properly during the day, and was a little angry. She said, "How about this, Your Highness, I'll go and ask him. If he doesn't tell me the truth, I'll torture him! Let's see if he can still be honest. "
"He's very weak now. If you do anything to him, it's no different from killing him."
"Then what should we do?"
"Wait."
"Wait? Wait for what? Your Highness, do you still want to keep him alive? "
"I want to find out how he knew about my aunt and the King. This is very important to me."
While the two were talking, an old man walked into the villa. It was Fengbo.
Seeing Fengbo, Tang Man-ching immediately asked, "Fengbo, how did it go? What did Elder Zhu say?"
This time, she came back.
Tang Man-ching did not come back to verify the authenticity of King Chixiao.
It was a complete coincidence that she met Gu Qingfeng.
There was only one reason she came back. It was because of an ancient relic that belonged to the dark period of the ancient times. This relic appeared in the territory of the Yanluo Kingdom. It belonged to the Yanluo Kingdom, and Sengoku was not allowed to interfere. However, Sengoku not only wanted to interfere, but also wanted to seize it.
And.
This was not the first time Sengoku had been so rude and unreasonable. They had done it several times, and each time they were more rude and unreasonable than the last.
Yanluo royalty's constant concessions did not earn Sengoku's goodwill. Instead, it made Sengoku even more unscrupulous.
Therefore, Yanluo royalty was not prepared to back down this time. They were prepared to negotiate with Sengoku.
As a member of the royal family, Tang Man-ching naturally would not stand by and do nothing. She knew better than anyone that negotiating with Sengoku required the support of the large and small forces in the forty-nine regions of the Yanluo Kingdom.
Her uncle, the emperor of the Yanluo Kingdom, was in charge of negotiating with the four major families and seven major sects in the Yanluo Kingdom. She was in charge of negotiating with the sects and families in the Jinxiu Region of the Yanluo Kingdom.
The Jinxiu Region was one of the rich regions of the Yanluo Kingdom.
There were countless forces in the region. Although they were not as large as the four major families and seven major sects, they were still not to be underestimated.
Since her return, she had been running around and meeting with the leaders of the major families and sects in the Jinxiu Region. However, the situation was not optimistic. Although most of the sects and families said that they would support the Yanluo Kingdom, it was only empty talk. As for whether they would support the Yanluo royalty's negotiation with Sengoku, their answers were ambiguous. Even some of the sects and families that had a good relationship with her father were the same.
"Elder Zhu is the same as the others. His attitude is also ambiguous. They are all waiting and watching."
Seeing Tang Man-ching's disappointed expression, Uncle Feng said, "Princess, don't worry too much. When the prince returns in a few days, as long as he shows up, all the forces in the Jinxiu Region will agree. They won't dare to not give face to the prince."
"My father …"
Although she had already informed her father, but … her father had not replied. Tang Man-ching was not even sure if her father had received her message.
"Moreover, they are also waiting and watching the four major families and seven major sects. As long as they agree, all the forces in the Yanluo Kingdom will stand up and support us."
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