Chapter 162 (1/2)

Heavenly Temple

East Warm Pavilion

As the former central authority of the Yan Kingdom, the East Warm Pavilion still held an important position even after losing its previous position.

No matter how unworthy a great king like Mu Changyan was, he was still the King of Swallow, the only King of Great Yan.

Looking at the mirror, Mu Changyan looked at the faint black line on the side of his neck.

Although the toxicity had not been completely eliminated, at least it wasn't life-threatening anymore.

An old man with white hair stood by his side with his head lowered. With a humble att.i.tude, he said, ””Your Majesty, almost all of the poison in your body has been removed. As long as you perform acupuncture once and then take the medicine for a month, the poison will completely dissipate.””

Mu Changyan suddenly waved her hand, ””No … Let the poison remain. These black lines are still useful to me.””

That old man was the respected Zhuge Liuyun of the Imperial Physician Courtyard.

He instantly understood what Mu Changyan meant, and nodded, ””Then this subject will go back and think of a way to get rid of the poison, but on the surface, I can't tell that the poison has been eliminated.””

Mu Changyan sat down and said, ””You must keep this a secret. Don't let anyone else know.””

Just when Zhuge Liuyun was about to say something, seeing An Chengli coming in from outside, An Chengli looked up at the sky.

Mu Changyan said, ””You should head back first. It's all thanks to your recovery these days that I'm much better than before.””

””When you get back, you can bring the medicine to the palace as soon as possible.””

Zhuge Liuyun said, ””This subject understands.””

After Zhuge Liuyun left, Mu Changyan asked An Chengli, ””How's the Gao Family's casino?””

An Chengli replied, ””Reporting to your Majesty, we're still confronting each other … This time around, the argument seemed to be a bit of a blank stare, as he steeled his heart and steeled his heart to fight the Gao Clan to the bitter end.

It seemed that the Military Minister had expressed his att.i.tude, so the Gao Family probably wouldn't dare to kill An Zaizhan.

””However, with the temperament of the Gao Family members, I'm afraid that this matter will not end so easily.””

””That's right … the people from the Heavenly Awakening Sect who wanted to charge over and fight for peace were stopped by a servant.””

The servant told them that the conflict would return unharmed. ””

Mu Changyan nodded, ””There's still some use in arguing. Although I can't see through this person and know that he must have some scheme up his sleeve, at this critical juncture, he's just the kind of hooligan that's needed to cause a ruckus.””

The people of the Gao Family had been getting more and more outrageous recently, so it was time to let them know the att.i.tude of the palace.

””If the Gao Family keeps moving closer to the empress dowager's side, they'll have to let go of their business in Fang Beng and the entire Great Yan Dynasty.””

An Chengli asked, ””My lord, what about the dispute?

””Didn't you say that there's a problem with his origins?””

Mu Changyan laughed, ””I like people who have problems with their origins, because his problem is himself, not Big Yan.””

When I was living in the Illusory World, I could tell that this dispute was not a pure child.

I can give him some freedom to do what he has to do.

It's better for me to mess up Fang Cengcheng. ””

An Chengli said, ””Then, are we going to step in or not?””

Mu Changyan said, ””Of course not … go and take a breath of air for w.a.n.g Kaitai. Tell him that I don't want An Zaihai to die.””

An Chengli lowered his head. ””This servant will go right away.””

After walking out of the East Warm Pavilion, An Chengli couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

If the king wants to fight with peace, even if he does not believe in the origins of the dispute, he still wants to use it.

It was because the conflict for peace was an outsider. No matter how the conflict for peace continued, no matter how chaotic it became, even if the struggle for peace ended in death, it would have no effect on the King.

This was because even if they died here, they wouldn't belong here.

As for why the King had asked him to inform w.a.n.g Kai-tai... That was because w.a.n.g Kai-tai was very similar to An Zhe in some ways.

w.a.n.g KaiTai was also an outsider to the powerful forces in Fang Gu City.

A Humble Cla.s.s person who relied on achievements to climb up was still a b.u.mpkin to the n.o.bles in the capital.

If the Swallow King had to lose some manpower, he could only be a b.u.mpkin like An Zhe and w.a.n.g KaiTai.

Long Street

Gaojia Casino

An Sheng sat expressionlessly on a chair, staring at the horse carriage that had yet to leave despite the heavy rain.

The beast that pulled the cart was still arrogant and did not even look at Anjou.

The people in the carriage did not come down again. An Zaihai suspected that there was more than one person in the carriage.

And in the rain, the defeated Goldman Sachs samovar stood forlornly.

The silver spear in his hand was still sharp, and his body still stood upright.

However, this young man probably wouldn't be able to regain his confidence within a short period of time … All of this was because of An Zaiyue's words.

Take two more steps forward.

In the end, the Goldman Sachs samovar did not go out.

As he took his first step, he firmly believed that he could easily defeat An Zhe. After all, he had a past that was impossible for An Zhe to have.

The nurturing of the Gao Family and the acc.u.mulation of large amounts of spirit stones and pills made him far more powerful than his peers.

As for An Zaiyue, he was younger than him by a few years.

But as Goldman took the first step toward the second step, he saw the eyes of the contender.

He regretted that he should not have taken a look at it.

In An Zhe's eyes, he saw himself after his defeat … It was a type of fear, a fear without reason or reason.

Goldman knew he had lost, and would lose again.

He stood there, as if regretting it, as if regretting it, as if condemning his cowardice.

No one came to comfort him, no one even paid him any attention, and Goldman Sachs looked like a man forgotten by the world.

Across from the Goldman Sachs samovar, Anjou suddenly stood up and went inside the casino.

He made his way through the broken house until he found the kitchen.

He found flour in the cupboard, eggs, and some stale meat.

He rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands seriously.

Then wash the meat and cut it into thin shreds.

He stood there, beginning with the noodles, adding water, stirring, deft and natural.

The children carefully peeked at him, then were attracted by his smooth and natural movements.

It turned out that a man could be this handsome while focusing on cooking.

There were countless men carrying long blades outside, and there was no lack of true experts among them.

There was also a carriage outside. The carriage was pulled by a high-ranked demonic beast, and inside the carriage was a powerful Mister Gao.

There were corpses strewn all over the ground, and the stench of blood permeated the air.

In the kitchen, An Zeng washed his hands cleanly and began to cook noodles.

Many people were unable to understand why they would always think of a steaming bowl of noodles when they were hungry. There was an egg and a few shreds of meat in it, and if there were a few more vegetables, it would be the best.

Sprinkle some onions and light a few drops of sesame oil.

There was a lot of stuff in the kitchen, mostly intact.

The whole process of creating peace and quiet, slicing the noodles, boiling the pot and boiling the noodles, did not take more than half an hour.

Ye Zichen was never unfamiliar with this sort of thing. Even when he sat on the seat of honor for the first time, he liked to use a bowl of noodles to reward himself for the hard work he had spent the entire day.

At that time, the struggle for peace was high and cold, but now, it was even more tender than when he was in the past.

Perhaps Du's thinness had changed him, or maybe Qu Liuxi was Gu Qianye, or Old Huo, or himself.

Andersen walked out of the kitchen, found two undamaged tables, set them up again, and drew the chairs around them in a circle.

Then a bowl of noodles on the table, chopsticks next to the bowl, neat and orderly.

””Come and eat.””

An Zeng smiled at those children, his smile didn't have the slightest bit of coldness when he was dealing with enemies.

The children were afraid and didn't know whether to come out or not.