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The Central Palace Hall is solemn and magnificent. Outside the main temple is a majestic deity. The deity’s face is compassionate and compassionate to the world. It is admired and respected. Rows of sycamore trees are planted outside the temple. The branches of these trees are blooming. Ye Mao, rumored to be the most powerful plant, tied a few branches with aqua-blue ribbons, fluttering with the wind.
Lu Xingwang met the emperor in the hall. After coming out of the main hall, he saw the little general kneeling under the sycamore tree. Once they had a relationship at the dinner party. The unbent arrogant bone, now his face tense, kneeled there straight, for a few days.
He seemed to be tireless and lost a lot of weight. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was supported to the limit, but he still insisted on not falling, or could not fall, the Zuo family can only rely on him now.
"His Royal Highness looked at me and did what I did." Zuo Qingshan had no expression on his face: "If you are here to persuade me to go back, you don't have to speak."
Lu Xing raised his eyebrows: "The little general is thinking too much, I have no intention of that."
Zuo Qingshan was a little surprised, pursed his lips and did not speak again.
Lu Xing looked down at him prematurely: "It's just that the little general doesn't go back, it doesn't make any sense to continue kneeling here."
"All the people in the Zuo family need you." Lu Xing said quietly: "The soldiers in the army are also waiting for the little general to return to preside over the overall situation."
Zuo Qingshan's forehead blue veins violently, he was violent, and anxious: "The prince has already joined those people to remove my father's general title. They can't tolerate Zuo's family. What's the point of me going back now?"
Lu Xingzuo's black eyes were silent: "Then you kneel here, does it make sense?"
Zuo Qingshan stalked.
Even so, he still feels unhappy in his heart:
"My father was wronged. He can't be a deserter. Since childhood, my father taught us that if soldiers have their homes, it is endless glory to die on the battlefield. He is loyal to the country and the family and to us. Dare, and my father has never done anything to apologize to heaven and earth or his own conscience in his life. Now only relying on the divination of the priests and the unnecessary videos, how can your majesty believe that his father is a deserter..."
Lu Xing raised his lips arrogantly: "Zuo Qingshan."
Zuo Qingshan’s indignant words were half-stopped. He confronted Lu Xing’s face like Yuanyuan. Half of the boy’s face was handsome and not mortal, and the other half was covered with terrible red marks due to the influence of toxins. The suffering of life is also pressing on Lu Xingwang's body, but he looks at himself so calmly: "Have your father announced the abolition of Zuo's military power?"
Zuo Qingshan was taken aback, subconsciously: "It seems, there is no..."
"Then why are you crying here?" Lu Xingwang slowly squatted down, looked directly at him, and said in a tone that only two people could hear: "You think that the princeling's civil servants will want to eradicate Zuo. Home?"
Zuo Qingshan nodded.
Lu Xing sluggishly said: "I checked the position and distance of galaxy B. At the time of the incident, if the news was to be sent back, the tower should receive the news first, and the prince and the queen would get the news the next day at the earliest. In the morning, it did not take more than a day from the impeachment of your father to the time when Guo Jiu's party collectively called for his participation."
Zuo Qingshan was so a little bit so, and his stubborn head slowly realized something. He said, "Is there a prince in the army?"
"..."
Lu Xingzuo closed his eyes in despair.
In the end, he can only be more straightforward:
"It's nothing more than this possibility, but it's very small. I have investigated the background of the soldiers who followed your father that day. There was no fund access before and after the exchanges. The background is also the loyal person trained by your Zuo family since childhood. The possibility of undercover is very small. After that, I investigated the tracks of interstellar pirates. Interstellar B is not the area where they often haunt. The number of black hole vortices on that day was the highest in a week. According to their combat methods, they would definitely not take risks, but..."
The teenager's analysis logic is clear. He spread out things that Zuo Qingshan hadn't considered, and almost put the three words that there was a problem on Zuo Qingshan's forehead.
Zuo Qingshan finally reacted: "You mean someone did it on purpose?!"
"Yes... Was it the prince?"
"Did the prince kill my father?"
"Do you have any evidence?"
Zuo Qingshan, who was holding onto a piece of driftwood in despair, tried desperately to catch Lu Xingwang, but was stepped back and avoided by the young man. He expressionlessly said, "I didn't say anything."
Zuo Qingshan was anxious: "What on earth do you want to do?"
Lu Xingwei looked at him calmly, with a stern jaw and a cold tone: "Does the little general think it is important to have evidence? Even if there is, what can you do with the prince in the current situation of the General Mansion?"
Zuo Qingshan choked.
"Go back and protect the military power and status of the General's Mansion." Lu Xing condescendingly spit out the last sentence: "You are only qualified to ask for your father's innocence."
The sycamore trees around the main hall were rustled by the wind, and the ribbons fluttered in the wind. It was a bit desolate. Zuo Qingshan, who was kneeling under the tree, trembled with breath but couldn’t refute it. The black-robed boy who was standing over him was going to pass him. When I left, I heard the suppressed voice of the little general: "Why are you helping me?"
Lu Xingzuo's footsteps stopped.
Without any courtesy or sweet words, he answered realistically: "I'm not helping you, but myself."
"Emperor Lan Guifei has just passed away." Zuo Qingshan raised his head and looked at the too deserted young man: "Why do you seem to be not uncomfortable at all."
The corner of Lu Xingzuo's mouth evoked a mocking smile, which matched that terrifying face and was a little bit oozing: "Can you bring people back to life when you are sad?"
"Be sober." He looked at the little general who seemed to have not grown up: "You look like you are not as good as dead, and it will only make those who are waiting to see your jokes find happiness."
Zuo Qingshan was stunned.
Silent for a long time
The formerly energetic major general finally stood up slowly, his eyes gradually firm: "Okay, I'll listen to you."
This was an ordinary afternoon, and it seemed that it was an ordinary conversation between the two teenagers, but it was the most loyal God of War under the future emperor, and for the first time expressed his attachment to him.
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Next day
After about half a month, summer gradually passed, autumn arrived, the fallen leaves outside the window slowly increased, and autumn became colder.
Lu Xingwang recently discovered something slightly unusual. The kid who always liked to talk to him and talk about him has gradually become less frequent recently, and I don’t know if it’s his illusion. Inexplicably guilty... Are you hiding from him
"Ding Dong"
Just thinking about it, news came over.
Jian Wei always says hello every day: "Good morning! ^_^"
Before I changed it, I would say a few more words about what to eat in the morning, and then I went to school. When I came back, I would say what happened in the school and what was not easy to do. Recently, it almost ended with good morning and good night. I don’t know if it’s out. Because of what mentality, Lu Xingwang finally asked one more question when the dialogue was about to end: [I have been very busy recently? 】
If Aruo sees this question, he will be shocked to death.
After all, Lu Xingwang has always focused on self, and worthless people will not waste extra attention. Now it is surprising that he would actively ask someone if he is busy.
Jian Mei's reply speed is not slow: "Fortunately, it's okay, a little bit."
[Well] Lu Xingwang didn't say much [Go ahead]
Before I changed it, even if it was like this, after Jian Wei talked about it, Lu Xingwang would at least ask what he was busy with, but this time it was over with one sentence, and his attitude was relatively cold. Jian Wei didn’t know why. See this sentence. After the conversation, he was a little frustrated. He curled his lips and was a little unhappy: "Aren't you asking me what I'm busy with?"
Lu Xingwang: [What are you up to? 】
"..."
Jian Mo feels inexplicably angry!
But when he got angry, he thought of Cheng Yu's words not long ago. He was just a netizen. He was guilty of Lu Xingwang, but Lu Xingwang would not tell him anything. He was very depressed after thinking about it. I don't know how to say it, people are very greedy, and if they have a little bit, they want to improve a little bit, and he really wants to understand Lu Xingwang.
Is it because you think you are a liar
Is it possible that you really look like a liar? impossible
Or has he been hurt by a liar before, so he is particularly careful
think carefully…
It's not impossible!
Jane thought for a while, and finally decided to ask tentatively: "May I ask you a question?"
Lu Xingwang: [say]
"Well, I mean, do you think you have that kind of person around you?" Jian Mei tried to lead him to imagine: "It's the kind of unclear intention, which looks a little strange, and then treats you well, but actually wants to lie to you for money. Then someone who is unpredictable."
Silent for a long time
Lu Xingwang said, "Isn't you the only person around me who is unidentified and who has been acting in a fascinating way?"
"..."
Jane pursed her lips aggrievedly.
The liar was actually himself, and he didn't expect that he really was like this in Lu Xingzui's eyes.
"Ding Dong"
Another message is sent:
Lu Xingwang: [However, the next two sentences are not correct]
Jian Mei's eyes lit up. Could it be that Lu Xingwang actually believed in himself and believed that he was not such a person
[Because] Lu Xing said indifferently [Your IQ, let alone lie to others, it’s a fortunate not to be fooled]