"Fellow Shang Daoist, I don't know what happened at the Bone Burial Ground yesterday? The demon king's egg..." Feng Ziying interrupted Han Yu's thoughts.
Han Yu retracted his gaze.
Feng Ziying vaguely knew that the so-called sacrifice was to hatch the demon king's eggs.
However, in order to create an illusion of harmony in the frontier and claim credit from the empress, he actually made a deal with the demon world, which would be a disaster-ridden transaction of donating humans and animals.
Han Yu glanced at him coldly, as if seeing his thoughts clearly.
Feng Ziying's face was not good-looking, so she stopped bringing up this topic.
After thinking about it for a while, he couldn't help asking about the "who" the Empress cared about.
"I don't know how the uncle Han Yu Xianjun of Shang Daoyou is doing these days?"
When Han Yu heard this, he looked at him coldly again, and slowly uttered two words: "I don't know."
He just wanted to avoid complications, he didn't want to deal with the hypocrisy of these people, and he wanted to cling to them. This time he went down the mountain with Shang Yuan's identity.
"I've heard the name of Immortal Hanyu for a long time, such a masterful genius who is proficient in swords, magic, pills, instruments, and music. Zhu Yunguo has never found a second person since the founding of the country. Even His Majesty the Empress is full of praise. It's just that he lives in seclusion. , Ziying has admired him for a long time but he doesn't know the true face, and I don't know if a friend of Shang Daoist can recommend it... "
Han Yu had already closed her eyes when she heard this, her icy and perfect face seemed to reject people thousands of miles away.
Feng Ziying was displeased, but could only stop disturbing her.
Han Yu wanted to rest, but his hearing was extremely sensitive, and he could hear sounds within a radius of several feet.
A crisp sound came into the ears amidst the noise.
Not long after that, the girl actually started chatting with the Captain Zuo.
—The general is really good at riding a horse, can you teach me
—The general is really young and promising.
—The general is so powerful, yet he is not married yet
—It must be very happy to be your wife.
Han Yu suddenly frowned, trying to set up a soundproof spell to block out the sound.
And the convoy had already driven into Dongling City.
As soon as Lin Xiaocha entered the city gate, she found that eyes were cast on her, seeing that she was not dead, the eyes of the people in the city were actually filled with surprise.
"She's not dead?"
People put down their work and surrounded Lin Xiaocha who was on the horse.
Facing the people who came up to watch, Lin Xiaocha trembled, showing a bit of panic.
At this time, Captain Zuo behind her said: "Don't be nervous, they like you."
"Me?" Lin Xiaocha turned to look at the Captain Zuo.
Looking at her small face that was only half his size, Captain Zuo's heart almost jumped out.
"right."
"why?"
Captain Zuo lowered his hoarse voice, and said in a voice that only Lin Xiaocha could hear:
"Actually, many commoner ancestors in Dongling City were also refugees, including my grandmother."
"Most people also sympathize with the refugees, but they are afraid to come out and help them."
"After all, those who interceded with the refugees were all executed by the city lord for various reasons.
"I didn't expect that you, a mere weak woman, would be willing to sacrifice yourself to save others."
After Captain Zuo finished speaking, Lin Xiaocha said, "Maybe I'm stupid, I really didn't think that much."
Captain Zuo not only sighed: "You are not stupid, you are brave or kind."
Lin Xiaocha lowered her head, her face flushed just right.
Hearing this, Han Yu slowly opened his eyes, thoughtful.
The expression on Lin Xiaocha's face made the city lord's feminine face sink instantly.
I have never received this kind of treatment after being a city lord for so many years.
A killing intent rose from his heart, but Han Yu, who was standing next to him, also suppressed it.
At this time, Han Yu looked in the direction of Lin Xiaocha lightly again.
Captain Zuo was about to take her off the horse, but she didn't agree, so she climbed off the horse with great difficulty, and waved her hand to Captain Zuo with a smile to say goodbye.
When she turned her head and saw Han Yu, her eyes drooped hastily, and her long and thin eyelashes covered her eyes, avoiding staring at him.
Han Yu couldn't see any expression on his cold face, and left with the people who came to settle him down.
After Han Yu left, the city lord lost all fear and wanted to kill Lin Xiaocha immediately.
Walking behind Lin Xiaocha, he said gloomyly: "These untouchables seem to like you a lot."
Unexpectedly, Lin Xiaocha didn't seem to notice the city lord's killing intent at all, turned his head and smiled at the city lord, and said, "The city lord is really wise."
A sneer emerged from the corner of the city lord's mouth, and he said faintly, "Wise? Are you mocking me for using you as a sacrifice?"
Lin Xiaocha raised her head and looked at him with unclear eyes, "What is the city lord talking about? I voluntarily made the sacrifice, have you forgotten?"
Santo: ...
It seems that it is.
Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Since it's not sarcasm, why are you talking about my wisdom?"
Lin Xiaocha replied without even thinking: "During the year, the demon clan harassed Dongling City countless times, and hundreds of thousands of people were displaced each time. But it is also the embodiment of the city lord's wisdom."
"All of us refugees have flooded into Dongling City, and the city lord never drove them away. Yesterday, he offered to give them porridge for a hundred days, which is even more merciful."
"So, so Xiaocha thinks that the city lord is smart, kind, and wise."
Lin Xiaocha looked at Feng Ziying sincerely.
Wisdom and kindness? Wise and mighty
Feng Ziying had been the city lord for so many years, and this was the first time he heard someone praise him so much.
Even the senior sycophants around him were amazed at Lin Xiaocha's unconventional sycophant. After all, benevolence and wisdom have nothing to do with their city lords.
But she said it without blushing, as if it was true, and made them feel ashamed that they lost to a refugee.
These sycophants must not let Lin Xiaocha steal the limelight by himself, and they scrambled to say: "The city lord is wise!"
Some people who didn't know why followed the crowd of sycophants and weathervane also saluted the city lord, "The city lord is wise!"
Feng Ziying was already moody.
At this moment, listening to the praises one after another, I suddenly feel better.
He glanced at Lin Xiaocha, that's all, don't kill him.
And it looks strangely good-looking, it's a pity to kill it.
So he waved his sleeves and said, "Reward!"
Then he paused, then turned around again,
"Heavy rewards!"
System: [Congratulations to the host! The attack rate of the task target, Feng Ziying, went from negative to positive 30% in an instant! !]