Chapter 697 Prime Minister’s Mansion
“Tuk tuk tuk”
Di'an, the inner courtyard of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
A soft knock on the door drifted away in the wind.
After a long moment of silence, a calm middle-aged male voice came out from the door, without any emotion:
"Enter."
Holding on to the news from the West Desert, Xu Changge immediately opened the door and walked in when he heard the sound.
The study was very quiet, with sunlight shining through the dust, and incense lingering on the low table in the corner. A middle-aged man in black robe sat behind the case with his eyes lowered, while reviewing the memorial, he said slowly:
"What's the matter?"
Xu Changge walked to the case, put the secret letter he was holding tightly on the table, and whispered:
"There is news from the Western Desert."
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Hearing this, Xu Yinhe's pen and ink while reviewing the memorial paused for an instant, and the pen tip immediately smeared a little ink on the paper, but he did not raise his eyes or pick it up.
After a breath, his pen continued to flow, but the study suddenly became dead silent.
Xu Yinhe did not ask questions, but still lowered his eyes while reviewing the memorial. But if you look closely, you will see that his handwriting has penetrated the back of the paper, leaving slight dents on the table below.
Seeing this scene, Xu Changge lowered his eyes slightly.
It has been two days since my uncle left via the hanging ring, and there has been no news for two days. As a giant city with a communication crystal, this time is a bit too long.
It’s not that my father doesn’t look or ask, it’s that he doesn’t dare.
This prime minister with all the power in the world,
I dare not read this information about my son's life and death.
"Qi Liuhai blocked the communication crystal."
Xu Changge broke the silence in the study.
If an area of land generates excessive source energy fluctuations in a short period of time, a sea of energy flow will be formed, disrupting the source energy of the world like a whirlpool and blocking all means of communication.
As Xu Changge’s words fell,
Although Xu Yinhe's figure still hasn't moved at all, and even his writing has not stopped, Xu Changge can feel the relief coming from the bottom of his heart from his father in front of him.
Time passed by. Xu Yinhe finished reviewing the memorial in his hand and then raised his eyes. He slowly leaned on the back of the chair behind him and stared at the eldest son in front of him. He said word by word without anger or authority:
"Next time you speak, don't pause."
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With his father staring at him like this, Xu Changge raised a smile on his lips:
"Yes, father, Zhenxi Fucheng is guarded by Changtian."
Xu Yinhe snorted lightly, leaned on the back of his chair, clasped his hands in front of him, and said in a single voice:
"I won't read the letter. When the secret summary letter is delivered, my father will review it together. You can briefly talk about the contents."
Xu Changge thought about it for a moment and said softly:
"The director of Xizezhou has rebelled."
"Mu Qing?"
"yes."
"What a pity. Did Changtian find and kill him?"
"yes."
"good."
Xu Yinhe nodded in approval and said calmly:
"But don't mention these little things anymore. As a father, I will look at it myself and talk about the key things."
Xu Changge thought about it for a while and whispered:
"In the Battle of the Western Desert, half of the Zhenxi Army, from the commander of Zhenxi Second Town, to the commanders of the elite battalions under him, down to the grassroots generals, were infiltrated by the sect, and a total of seven saints on the sect's side participated in this war.
"The White Emperor, the Master of Jiantian Pavilion, the old monster of the Qin family, and the other unknown four saints."
Hearing this, Xu Yinhe's falcon-like eyes narrowed slightly, and he clasped his hands together slightly:
"Then what?"
Xu Changge briefly summarized:
"Before the war, Changtian used violent means to eliminate most of the traitors and fence-riders in the naturalized army. He united with the Desert Goddess and Linlang, and united all the aristocratic families in the city to defend against the enemy."
Xu Yinhe lowered his head slightly, with a rare smile on his lips. He stood up slowly and walked to the window lattice. He put his hands behind his hands and said leisurely:
"Hehe, this kid has grown up."
Xu Changge couldn't suppress the smile on his lips, but his voice remained serious:
"It's barely qualified."
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Xu Yinhe suddenly looked back, and Xu Changge immediately stopped smiling.
After looking at each other for a moment, Xu Yinhe snorted, shook his head with a smile, and said:
"With the sect's penetration into the Western Desert, the real trouble is still to come, but I won't leave these trivial matters to Chang Tian. How are the losses in this battle?"
A sigh flashed across Xu Changge's eyes and he said:
The fingertips of Xu Yinhe's hands trembled slightly for a moment, and he slowly looked back, his eyes scrutinizing, not angry but confident:
"Five Saints. Which five?"
Xu Changge said: "The three saints came from nowhere. Their fighting power is not even as good as the mortals. The only one with a name is Qin Ke."
"so."
Xu Yinhe seemed to remember something and said quietly: "I didn't expect that old ghost to die in Changtian's hands."
"Father, Qin Ke is not the Changtian Killer"
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Before he finished speaking, Xu Yinhe stopped him with his eyes.
The meaning is very simple,
What's not his must be his.
But after Xu Changge was silent for a while, he still insisted:
"Father, Qin Ke's achievements will not last forever."
Xu Yinhe frowned slightly, but said nothing, nodded and said:
"You just mentioned four people, where are the remaining ones?"
When Xu Changge heard this, he immediately raised his hand and took out a picture scroll from the Sumeru Ring, with a hint of seriousness in his voice:
"The remaining saint is most likely the person you, my father, have asked the Black Scale Guards to investigate for decades."
With a casual move, Xu Yinhe opened the scroll into the void in front of him. Looking at the graceful and beautiful woman above, he subconsciously clenched his fists, causing several blocks around the prime minister's residence to tremble.
The sudden burst of endless energy from the middle-aged man in black robe made Xu Changge subconsciously take a step back, and his narrow eyes subconsciously showed a hint of surprise.
From childhood to adulthood,
He had never seen his father like this.
After staring at the woman on the scroll for a long time, Xu Yinhe slowly closed his eyes and asked in a low voice:
"With her here, how did Changtian survive?"
After saying that, Xu Yinhe let out a long breath, burned the woman's scroll, walked back to the desk and sat down:
"Forget it, it's a good thing that Chang Tian can survive, and it's okay to force this person to turn to the front, but it's a heartache for his father."
Xu Changge was silent for a while and asked tentatively:
"Father, may I ask about this person's origin?"
Xu Yinhe frowned, his eyes as sharp as an eagle, and he lightly clasped the table:
"An old monster, an old monster who has almost broken through the saint realm. I didn't expect that she is actually a member of the sect."
The study is quiet.
Xu Changge lowered his eyes and whispered:
"Father, aren't you her opponent?"
"I don't know."
Xu Yinhe's eyes revealed a trace of memories, and he glanced at the lush forest outside the window: "But decades ago, she tried to guide her father to explore a realm above a saint."
"Above the saints."
Xu Changge seemed to want to ask something more, but Xu Yinhe had no intention of saying anything more and said slowly:
"Father, the matter is basically clear. Is there anything else?"
"One more thing." Xu Changge looked solemn.
"What's the matter?"
"Princess Qingle died in battle and died for Changtian."
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Xu Yinhe was stunned for a moment, vaguely recalling the image of him being taken home by Changtian to play. He stretched out his hand to the center of his eyebrows and said slowly:
"Changtian has always been very affectionate. He should be very sad about this, but it should be okay."
Xu Changge was a little anxious and said:
"Father, Chang An's death was caused by Chang Tian."
"Long song, for the father, believe in him."
Xu Yinhe interrupted, staring at Xu Changge with eyes as calm as an abyss:
"Chang Tian needs this hatred, he also needs to accept this failure, and he also needs to know the consequences of his choices. Otherwise, how can he secure his position as a father in the future?"
The words fell,
Xu Yinhe disappeared without waiting for Xu Changge to speak, and the study fell into dead silence.
Until after a few breaths,
Bang!
After standing there for a long time, Xu Changge slapped the table into powder, then walked out the door holding the palm under his sleeve robe tightly.
But when Xu Changge walked to the door,
Xu Yinhe's complicated voice quietly reached his ears:
"Long song,
"Jian Zong and Tianshi Mansion will be handled by you, but time is really running out."
(End of chapter)