The yellow-robed man who had an unpleasant conversation with Zheng Xiu walked out of the palace.
He walked very slowly. Apart from his constant thinking, what happened in Changling today was destined to happen, and he didn't need to intervene.
Regardless of Zheng Xiu's opinion, today is the stage for Jiaodong County to officially set foot on Changling.
Yuan Wu and Liang Xiang would not refuse.
Because in a sense, the interests of Jiaodong County and Yuanwu and the two prime ministers are the same.
So in his view, some people today are doomed to die.
Some people live and die because of the choices they make.
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In the morning light, a young practitioner who looked very vigorous walked into a courtyard of Fanghou Mansion.
This remote and secluded courtyard was originally Fang Xiumu's retreat and practice, but now it is Fang Xing's recuperation place.
It is strange that the face of this young practitioner is somewhat similar to Fang Xing, but Fang Xing has never seen this young practitioner.
Sitting on a wicker chair, wrapped in a thick blanket, he looked away from the fish in the pond that was still at the bottom due to the cold, and slowly raised his head.
Without his permission, no one can enter this courtyard.
Although his cultivation base was completely abolished at the Lushan League, and his hidden injuries were hard to heal, but after all, he was a general who beheaded countless talents and had countless loyal subordinates.
Being able to walk in here so calmly is actually not much different from breaking into the depths of the Great Floating Water Prison.
He narrowed his eyes slightly in the morning light, half of his face was illuminated golden yellow by the sun, he didn't make a sound, but just silently looked at this young practitioner whose face was somewhat similar to his.
The young practitioner he had never seen before walked up to him, then knelt down and said, "Father."
This young cultivator has been extremely respectful since he entered this courtyard, no matter in any way, he is like a returning wanderer who came to see his father.
However, Fang Xing naturally knew that he could not have such a son.
"Changling is really a wonderful city. Anything can happen, and anything can be seen."
Fang Xing smiled wryly, then looked at the young practitioner who was still kneeling on the ground, and asked, "Who told you to come?"
"My name is Li Xin." The young practitioner said without looking up, "From today onwards, my name is Fang Xin."
"It's Li Xiang's man."
Fang Xing frowned, not hiding his contempt, "There are still people in my Fang family, isn't he afraid that my brother will come back and kill him?"
This young practitioner named Li Xin seemed to have known that Fang Xing would say such a thing, and he still said respectfully: "This is the current situation, in return for not interfering with Jiaodong County's affairs."
Fang Xing fell silent.
"If I don't agree, what if I don't want to have a son like you?" After a long time, he looked at Li Xin who was still kneeling on the ground and said.
"Then I will kill you. Then I will say that you are seriously injured and die, and I will still be your illegitimate son living outside, and become the heir and person in charge of the Fanghou Mansion. The outcome of the matter will not change in any way." Li Xin Said without hesitation.
"Of course I don't want to see such a thing happen. It won't do us any good." After a pause, he raised his head, looked at Fang Xing sincerely, and said, "If you don't agree, many of you will agree with me." One person who disagrees will die, and many people in Fanghou's mansion who do not recognize my identity will also die. Since the result will not change in any way, it is meaningless. What's more, I am your son, and you will live well, Fanghou The government will carry on well.”
Fang Xing laughed: "Don't you need to worry about the ideas of other Houfu?"
Li Xin replied seriously: "You are recuperating here. After all, you will no longer lead the army outside, so your news did not come fast enough. Spring will attack Chu, and there will be enough military exploits. There will be a new prince born, the Thirteenth Marquis of the Great Qin Dynasty." Lips die and teeth are cold, the weak disappear and the strong stand, this is a natural replacement. For the vast majority of the princes, it is more important to ensure that these princes in Daqin have enough strength, and one or two more families are more important than the replacement of one family."
Fang Xing didn't look at him anymore, and his eyes fell on the frozen fishes at the bottom of the pond again, and said slowly: "Since you have all thought it through, what else can I say."
Li Xin kowtowed again, no more words, just said: "Father."
Since ancient times, it is only for power to recognize a thief as a father, but today there are things that are forced to recognize a son. It's just that Fang Xing didn't think about this ironic thing. When Li Xin got up, he asked, "What does Jiaodong County want to do?"
Li Xin did not hesitate and said, "Shen Xuan will die today."
Fang Xing sighed lightly.
The master of the Great Floating Prison is dispensable to the entire Changling.
However, the execution order who is in charge of the criminal law and convicts hundreds of officials is a new giant.
No matter which side you look at, when the people around Zheng Xiu died one by one, and Zheng Xiu who had no one to use used Shen Xuan, Shen Xuan was naturally Zheng Xiu's confidant and one of the most important pawns.
Jiaodong County does not want Zheng Xiu's wings to be too full.
Liang Xiang was unwilling to see such a new giant.
The royal family is unwilling to see that there are criminal laws that can implicitly restrain the royal power.
Even the Li family back then couldn't bear so much dislike and reluctance, let alone Shen Xuan today.
Shen Xuan is a grand master of the Seven Realms, with a very high cultivation base.
However, this has nothing to do with cultivation, because the entire Changling seems to want Shen Xuan to die.
So who else can keep him from dying
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In the morning light, Shen Xuan was drinking in the yard.
Most people in Changling drink tea early in the morning, and only drunkards can't wait to pour a glass of wine at the beginning of the morning.
Shin Hyun is not an alcoholic.
He drank alcohol in the early morning only because he had been in the depths of the Great Floating Water Prison all year round, and there was too much cold and damp air in his body, and drinking alcohol was good for Qi and blood. And the right amount of wine can make the blood flow faster and make his mind clearer.
He never drank too much when he was in the big floating prison, let alone after being sentenced.
Zhong Xingling's mansion is very close to the imperial city, but the house he lives in is slightly remote.
After the queen gave him enough power, his daily life was naturally equipped with the giants of the Changling Mausoleum. At this time, his house was not much less panicked than the prime minister's mansion.
However, since he was in charge of the Dafushui Prison, he has been disliked by the dignitaries of Changling, and it has become even worse after he became a criminal order. Therefore, although the house is well equipped with horses and carriages, in terms of employing people, he has made things difficult intentionally or unintentionally. Arrangements for him to use are almost mediocre talents that are not selected by various departments, or even disliked.
Even so, the manpower of his subordinates is still insufficient, not enough.
At this time, outside his house, it was deserted, only a carriage was waiting, and a yawning official stood beside the carriage.
Lacking people to deliberately please and arrange, although his house occupies a huge area, it looks a little rundown after a whole winter, especially there are not many fresh flowers and plants, all of which are withered, yellow and gray.
Shen Xuan, who just drank warm wine at his own discretion, didn't care.
For him, no matter how bad the scenery outside is, it is much better than the dark water prison in the big floating water prison.
People who often deal with death are far more sensitive to death than ordinary people. On this early morning that seemed to be no different from the past, Shen Xuan suddenly smelled the breath of death.
The official who was still yawning next to the carriage had a drop of blood between his eyebrows, like a red mole of wealth.
Then the official stopped breathing, remained in a yawning position, and died.
A man in yellow robe appeared in front of him, then pushed open the courtyard door, and walked into Shen Xuan's mansion.
The man in the yellow robe had a gentle face, slightly fat but not too fat, and looked very amiable.
It's just that he came to kill Shen Xuan, but casually killed an official who had almost no relationship with him. Any truly amiable practitioner would never do such a thing.
Shen Xuan drank all the remaining wine in the jug in one gulp.
When this unique yellow robe appeared in his sight, he had already stood up, took a deep breath, his chest and abdomen puffed up, as if he wanted to suck all the air and morning light in the courtyard into his chest and lungs.
Shen Xuan absolutely doesn't like nonsense, but his identity at this time is the execution order.
So after taking a deep breath, he looked at the yellow-robed man who appeared in his line of sight, and said, "I can be sure that although the official is mediocre, he has definitely not committed any crimes, and you have not executed anyone." With his power, attacking and killing court officials is a capital offense."
Hearing his words, the yellow-robed man laughed with great interest, "So what you mean is that you can convict me, and you have a reason to kill me, but I'm here to kill you. Who to kill depends only on who can kill whom."
"It's important."
Listening to his arrogant words, Shen Xuan said indifferently: "The important thing is, as long as the law is on this side, as long as you can't kill me, I will still be sentenced to death."
The man in yellow robe smiled.
The morning light between him and Shen Xuan seemed to dim.
Shen Xuan yelled in a low voice, his figure drifted sharply to the left, a sword energy flew past his right neck, cutting out a faint red line.
This is a truly invisible sword energy, born with thoughts.
"Heart sect!"
Shen Xuan's figure was still lingering in the morning light, but his voice had already sounded.
There was undisguised shock in his voice.
This yellow-robed man is clearly a powerful cultivator in Jiaodong County, but what he used was the Xinjian Sword of Xinjianzong!
The yellow robed man's face was full of playful expressions like a cat catching a mouse. Shen Xuan's ability to avoid the sword made him feel more interesting.
"Good eyesight."
He smiled jokingly, and was not in a hurry to make a move, and said: "I am Zheng Bainiao, the second uncle of Queen Zheng Xiu. Seventeen years ago, I was a true disciple of the Xinjian Sect. Among the disciples of that generation , I am ranked ninth in the order of entry, but most of the practice records of Xinjianzong are left by me."
Shen Xuan's figure stopped at this moment, and the afterimage around him disappeared, but the wind brought by it was still flowing rapidly, making his body seem to be slowly separated out in a layer of transparent mist.
His complexion paled a lot.
He is not interested in Zheng Bainiao's practice history, but he is very clear that in the past few decades, there are only a few practitioners in the entire Xinjian sect who can comprehend the mind sword and use it perfectly.
These practitioners are all geniuses like Yi Xin who participated in the Minshan Sword Association.
The strongest strength of Xinjianzong lies in the Xinnian sword.
The most frightening and most difficult thing to defend against is that the mind sword is born with thoughts, directly born from the vitality of the world outside the opponent's body, and there is no distance between it and the opponent's body.
Just like the sword that passed over his neck just now, a sword was formed directly against his right neck, cutting into his body.
Without distance, there is no time to react.