C123 (2/2)
Everyone had their voices suppressed at the start, but after seeing that Wanyan Hao was just accompanying him in his laughter, they could not help but laugh.
No one saw the flash of malice in his eyes.
”It's enough, everyone.” Zhao Feng interrupted lightly, ”Go to the hall.”
There were countless commoners watching, and even after looking for a long time, they still could not see any flowers on the new king of Great Jin.
”Why isn't General Xie here?”
Someone in the crowd asked.
And then, everyone started to talk about it.
”Why didn't you allow the General Xie, who won the battle, to receive the letter?”
”That's right! How could the General Xie not come for such a huge matter? ”
”This is really strange …”
While they were still feeling puzzled, they looked at the Crown Prince who was leading the group …
The lords waited for the people from Great Jin to enter the palace.
Someone guessed, ”Could it be that they are afraid of the General Xie coming over and so when they saw the people from the Great Jin, they would furiously pull out their swords and slash at them … ”Let him come …”
”It's not impossible.”
Everyone nodded in agreement.
With Little Tyrant Xie's violent temper, he did not even blink when he chopped at the Great Jin envoys. Facing these, wasn't it just a matter of raising one's hand and making a blade fall?
As for the General's Mansion …
Xie Heng sat on the roof, holding onto a jar of wine, he raised his head and drank most of it in one go.
”Eldest brother …”
Wen Jiu climbed up the ladder to the roof and shakily walked to Xie Heng's side. Suddenly, his feet slipped and he almost fell down.
Xie Heng stretched out his arm and scooped her up, then asked helplessly: ”Weren't you afraid of heights? Why did you climb up? ”
”Today... I won't be afraid for now. ” After Wen Jiu steadied himself, he patted the dust off his hands.
Standing there, they could see that Zhao Feng, dressed in Ming Huang crown prince's robe, had already brought a group of officials and Wanyan Hao into the palace.
However, Xie Heng, the person who should go the most, was standing here watching from afar.
When Wen Jiu heard that Wanyan Hao had appeared in front of the palace gate and that the general had not come out yet, he had a bad feeling.
She immediately flipped through her General's Mansion thoroughly before finally finding Xie Heng.
The youth wore a crimson round collar robe that fluttered in the wind. His untamed eyebrows were also dyed with a bit of ice.
He took a large gulp of wine and laid down on the roof. ”Jiu, tell me, what are they thinking?”
The youth asked with a serious expression, as if he was deeply disturbed.
”He must have lost his mind.” Wen Jiu sat next to the teenager, the cold wind blowing his black hair into a mess.
She raised her hand to put her messy hair behind her ear and slowly said, ”There are a hundred types of people with a thousand thoughts. Most people believe in this: if you don't do it yourself, then you will be killed by the heavens. ”
”Hmm?”
Xie Heng looked back at her.
”They're all afraid of you, brother.”
Wen Jiu met his gaze, and their eyes immediately met, she extended her hand and held the young man's jar, ”Everyone has their own selfish thoughts, for profit, for wealth, but if someone different from them appears, that would be a different person, someone who can make them unable to eat or sleep, how can they bear it?”
The youth quietly listened and suddenly laughed. His amber eyes sparkled, ”Jiu, are you trying to enlighten me?”
Wen Jiu was a little confused. ”Could it be … Was I talking to the wind just now? ”
Xie Heng laughed: ”I only wanted to know how they all like to die.”
Wen Jiu, ”...”
Just as they were at a loss for words …
Third Young Master's cold voice came from below, ”How long do you two plan to stay on the roof?”