Luo Zhifeng knocked on the table and saw Gu Yunting's embarrassed look: "Maybe, you don't have to sacrifice anyone close to you."
Gu Yunting looked at him doubtfully, and Luo Zhifeng continued: "There are people who want King Yuan to die more than you. Let's tell them dog bites dog first, and let's reap the benefits."
After Gu Yunting was sent away, calm returned to the courtyard. Wen Yue's maid followed closely and brought not only many nourishing medicines, but also silk, tea and other luxurious supplies.
Among the clothes delivered was a bright red robe with the outline of a phoenix outlined in gold thread.
There doesn't seem to be anything wrong with it from the outside, but the phoenix on it is clearly in a cross-neck posture, which just hides the figure of the phoenix.
If he really wears this dress, everyone will know that he is someone's favorite. Wen Yue has a good plan. She wants Luo Zhifeng to be stamped with a mark that belongs to her.
On the other hand, the phoenix robe also shows Wen Yue's ambition. Her hidden meaning is - I am the emperor, and you wear the phoenix robe.
Luo Zhifeng's face turned slightly cold. Amidst the maid's panicked voice, he threw the red phoenix robe into the hand stove in front of her.
The red phoenix robe was immediately engulfed by the tongues of fire, and was licked away in a short time.
After Luo Zhifeng threw away the red phoenix robe, he bent down and coughed a few times. Still with a calm expression, he lifted his robe and said to the maid: "Go back and tell the imperial concubine that I have invited myself to go outside the palace to pray for all living beings."
The maid complied and went back to repeat Luo Zhifeng's words and actions verbatim. Then she lowered her head and waited uneasily for Wen Yue to make an attack.
In her heart, she no longer regarded Wen Yue as the master she had taken care of and raised, but instead demonized her image infinitely.
Wen Yue herself was not very clean. What she did, how she covered it up afterwards, and the people around her who were all blind-eyed made the maid start to fear.
Wen Yue chuckled without getting angry, with a tone of determination: "When the time comes, Luo Xiangshi will be able to understand my good intentions. Living... is my greatest reward."
The maid vaguely heard the word "living doll" muttered in Wen Yue's mouth. It sounded to her ears like a weird and twisted curse, full of ominous atmosphere.
"Live? Even?" She put the words together in her heart, and a thunder suddenly struck her mind.
The "living puppet" the empress called, the living puppet...? Could it be that you are referring to the dull and obedient people around the queen that I saw? !
The maid stood unbearably, her face covered by her hair pale. Will one day her mother-in-law turn her into the same person as her companions
The personal maid Qinglian spent a lot of effort to stop herself from showing what she shouldn't. She tried her best to calmly whisper to Wen Yue:
"My Majesty, Luo Xiangshi is in weak health. He might get into trouble if he stays out for a long time. There are many people around you who are stupid and do not understand the Holy Will. Why don't you send me out of the palace to take care of Luo Xiangshi temporarily?"
Wen Yue glanced sideways at Qinglian, and was delighted by the word "holy intention" mentioned by the personal maid.
Doesn't she just want to be the queen? It’s not just right to describe it with holy meaning!
Qinglian's words also spoke to Wen Yue's heart. She is immortal, but she is too dull and clumsy, and has not inherited any of her previous cleverness.
Wen Yue was not at ease about leaving the matter in the hands of outsiders. Thinking about it, her only living maid was a feasible candidate.
"Yes, let's go. Write down everything Luo Xiangshi has done on paper and send it to me every other day."
"Yes, ma'am, I'm resigning."
After leaving the palace and out of Wen Yue's sight, Qinglian, who had always been cautious and polite, knelt down in front of Luo Zhifeng.
She lowered her head very low and shouted: "Please help me, sir! My queen, my queen, she has been invaded by evil spirits for a long time. Only in recent days have I noticed something strange... She can use the evil spell to kill everyone except me." All the attendants have their minds controlled, and life is worse than death!"
In a panic, Qinglian knelt on the ground and kowtowed several times, his forehead turning red.
"Why did you think of coming to seek refuge with me?" Luo Zhifeng asked her to stand up, "Isn't it easier for nobles in the palace to get rid of evil spirits? Why did you think of coming to me?"
Qinglian sobbed softly and said truthfully: "How come I haven't thought about it this way... But ladies and gentlemen, even Your Majesty, all!"
She was horrified, but the unfinished meaning was clear.
Qinglian couldn't wait to tell everything and listed the names of several unusual empresses she had found out.
Luo Zhifeng easily got the list of most of the powerful hosts in the harem, and then deduced what happened among the concubines in the harem.
After the host loses his memory, the subtle differences caused will not alarm the accompanying maids. Unless they all awaken, their personalities are completely released, causing people around them to feel great fear and confusion.
Is this normal for concubines in the harem to regain their memories
What's more, after they regained their memories, they didn't start a big fight, but seemed to suppress and hide... This had to make Luo Zhifeng wonder what ideas their system had instilled in them.
Is it a promotion test
Or... Luo Zhifeng's smile widened. These hosts among the concubines in the harem had no idea that there were countless hosts besides them!
He asked Qinglian: "Since you ask for my protection, then find an excuse to return to the palace immediately. You don't have to do anything dangerous. Just..."
"only need to?"
"Passing by the attendants who have no access to the concubines, you can 'inadvertently' let them know about the concubines' abnormalities. You don't even need to mention the concubines' names."
Qinglian gritted his teeth and agreed, and Luo Zhifeng taught her a few words before sending her away.
When the guards in the palace saw Qinglian leaving and returning, they curiously asked: "Didn't you just leave just now?"
Qing Lian smiled and clutched the handkerchief, sweat oozing from his back: "I forgot to take something, come back and take a look."
Many days later.
"Master Gu, I've heard about it for a long time."
This is a hilltop occupied by a bandit gang. It is very incredible to see a thin young man who seems to be knocked over by the wind.
Not to mention that the young man was still wearing conspicuous green clothes and had a handkerchief at hand at all times. The scene he saw in front of him was a majestic scene of bandits practicing with weapons.
Mr. Gu, whom Luo Zhifeng called him, was staring at him, and Gu Huijun recognized him as the fortune teller who had become famous in recent days. It is said that he is a loyal supporter of Concubine Wen of the Yuan Dynasty. Although he is seriously ill and thin, he drags his sick body to those dark and harsh places to lobby, and is not afraid of death to find all kinds of murderers, but Qi is here -
He tried to die like this, but he escaped unharmed every time, and made the murderers seem to become docile, and even praised Concubine Wen.
Isn't this a sign of humiliation? In order to promote Concubine Wen to the throne
Gu Huijun looked down on such people, so when Luo Zhifeng asked to come to him to "pray for blessings for all living beings and the noble concubine," he responded in a vulgar and unpleasant manner.
But unexpectedly, Gu Huijun stared at Luo Zhifeng's figure, his expression more than a little serious. How did he break through the heavy patrols of his own men
They use protective techniques that have been refined and forged hundreds of times. After being tested by regular armies, they are said to be impregnable.
"Stop! Idiots, didn't you notice that someone was already approaching you?!" Gu Huijun roared, and like the most effective token, he immediately dispersed the neat team.
When these people really saw Luo Zhifeng, there was an uproar. In the blink of an eye, there were people kowtowing and eye-piercing people trying to verify whether there was sand in their eyes or whether they were awake. Pasty.
Dry! Where did this man come from
This guy with skinny arms and legs... shouldn't some brother let him in after seeing how pitiful this scholar looked? Or is there anyone out there who can't figure out where they came from
"Shut up!" Gu Huijun shouted after a group of people retreated, turned his head with a sharp expression, and his eyes focused on Luo Zhifeng with a sharp look, "Go back to where you came from."
"No matter who sent you, there is no way you can convince me or them."
Gu Huijun and his "bandits" all have one thing in common. They were born in the Yuan Kingdom, but they have no sense of belonging to the Yuan Kingdom and subconsciously regard them as stinking rats who steal the throne.
Gu Huijun was even more disgusted with this aspect. He once had an extremely glorious life experience, but when he stared at the capital of the Yuan Kingdom every day, he only felt upset and there was always a suffocation in his chest - the people of the Yuan Kingdom were all rebels. thief.
Later, as expected, he broke with his family, went to the mountain with a knife, and became a bandit on his own, gathering this group of brothers.
Even though they lived a rough life, no one wavered.
At this moment, Concubine Wen's lobbyist came to visit. No matter what weird tricks he used, they were disgusted when they saw it. How could they be as swayed as the person in this rumor
Luo Zhifeng caught a glimpse of the pure hatred in Gu Huijun's eyes. He breathed a sigh of relief in his heart. Without answering Gu Huijun's words first, he turned around to look at the formation of these people.
These people were more than surprised, but the formation had not changed much. Their arrangement was a bit rough, but you could still tell what it was... Crane Wing Formation, a formation used by armies in battle.
These bandits... no, they were a miscellaneous army from the Liang Dynasty.
They are the most chaotic group of soldiers under Gu Huijun and Gu Shuai, and have the lowest threshold.
They still remember the military formation in such a harsh, barren place. Even if they lose their memory and become citizens of another country, they still practice over and over again, hoping to kill the enemy for the country.
Luo Zhifeng said with a slightly complicated mood: "They are a good group of soldiers. Gu Shuai, let them avoid them first. I am not a Yuan national, but a subject of the Liang Dynasty."
There was a murmur among these former soldiers.
Gu Shuai? Liang Dynasty? These words sound like a fantasy, but why do they sound so pleasant to my ears and make me feel the urge to cry
Should we still call them big men
They only communicated for a short while, then each one was quiet, their backs straightened as if they were waiting for orders at any time. They never thought of themselves as bandits, but as... yes, soldiers.
But the Yuan State's country is not their country, and the home they want to guard is not the Yuan State's home.
Soon, everyone present turned around and left in an orderly manner at Gu Huijun's order. I don't know if it's a special day or something, but these rough guys are walking harder and harder today.
"Liang Dynasty..." Gu Huijun murmured vaguely. He pressed his forehead and said, "Xiangshi, I really think you have some strange power."
After hearing Luo Zhifeng's words, his invisible murderous intention was completely eliminated.
"So, can we talk?" Luo Zhifeng said with a chuckle.
Gu Huijun saw the blood on the corners of his lips, frowned, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and wiped away the dirt on the grass next to him.
He didn't know why he did all this so skillfully, as if he had taken care of such a sick and weak guy.
"Just don't faint in the middle! Let's talk. What did you mean by what you just said?"
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"That's true... aren't you afraid that I will spread this news?"
"Gu Shuai won't, and if the true news spreads, it suits me in a certain way, but it will be another way to see blood."
"You really pray for Concubine Wen... pray that she and they will use their death to pacify all sentient beings and bring blessings to the world - Gu is not as good as you."
Luo Zhifeng smiled, without any murderous intent, and said softly and gently: "They deserve to die."
These hosts deserve to die because they have brought harm to this world. They must not die so easily, with limbs broken, heads lit on lamps, living dolls sacrificed... He will make them feel it.
As for the systems that control them and the main system, he will always touch them one by one.
In the harem, Concubine Wen grabbed a living doll by the neck and pulled her to her side. The living doll felt no pain, and her legs were hanging in the air as she reported:
"Luo Xiangshi came out from Gu Huijun's side, the largest bandit den stationed in the capital. Gu Huijun didn't do anything to him. On the contrary, he treated him with courtesy as usual."
"Okay! Okay!" Wen Yue laughed twice and said scornfully, "I'm afraid none of my good sisters can win over people outside like me. They are a bunch of idiots who can't understand the current situation!"
"By the way," Wen Yue turned her head and looked at the living doll who was dressed up similar to her gone personal maid Qing Lian, with a somewhat similar appearance, and ordered, "You should be like Qing Lian, not like You're a piece of wood, do you understand?"
Huowou's eyes were dull, and his ordinary voice suddenly became full of vitality, which was very similar to Qinglian's: "Empress? How could Gu Huijun be so polite to you so quickly?"
Wen Yue nodded and said arrogantly, "I will be the one to surrender to you all! That Gu Huijun is kneeling down is a sign of recognition, and I will be the empress of the Yuan Kingdom!"
And after this, the garbage like Liang Kingdom will not be the enemy of the Yuan Dynasty team. When I annihilate Liang Kingdom, I will hang the heads of those emperors and princes on the city wall to show my majesty! "
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