The Return of the Phoenix

Chapter 753 Are you going to throw it away if it's dirty?
After he left for a long time, a person fell from the tree. He was completely wrapped in black clothes, only his eyes were exposed, and there was a dead light in the deep eyes, but there was a ghost around him. There was a quiet breath, like a sharp knife sealed in a sheath, which would break out of the sheath at any time, showing his elegance.

He is Nan Yi, Captain of Feng Zun's Yin Guard, who has been with Feng Zun since he was a child. His job is to collect all kinds of information for Feng Zun.

"Your Majesty, this is the information I just got." An envelope in Chief Nan's hand was placed in Feng Zun's hand, and then the whole person knelt on one knee, bowed his head, without saying a word, very respectful

Feng Zun's fingertips tapped on the table one after another, making a thumping sound, with an inexplicable pressure, she looked at the letter in front of her indifferently, and after a while, she stretched out her hand and opened it. that letter.

There was only a thin piece of paper in the huge envelope, and she opened it casually, and there was only a few words written in it, "The banquet will be held in three days, all demons."

Looking at this line of writing, her face was obscured, and her plain fingertips slid across the black calligraphy one by one, forming a sharp contrast between the two, one black and one white, faintly as if with a few Divided into courts against courtesy.

Suddenly, the corners of her mouth slanted upwards, and the raised arc was so cold that it made people feel timid but evil.

"Nan Yi, do you think that if the water is stained with ink one day, can you still have it?" Yoyo's voice made Nan Yi who was kneeling on the ground a little confused.

He lowered his head, a little puzzled, but his eyelids rolled up vaguely.

You can vaguely see the dignified person sitting in front of the table, pinching the letter paper with your fingertips, and the index finger of the other hand has landed on the cup of tea in front of him at some point.

But he didn't understand why His Majesty would ask such a question, and he didn't understand the meaning of it, but His Majesty asked him, of course he would answer. He is the most loyal person to His Majesty, although he knows in his heart that His Majesty treats no one. Trust, but that person seemed to make His Majesty a little different. Thinking of this, he glanced at the direction A Yuan left without a trace.

"Your Majesty, this subordinate thinks that since the tea is dirty, you can just throw it away, and you can't take the teacup anymore, it's already dirty, even if you wash it, it's still dirty.

For someone as noble as His Majesty, there is no need for dirty things.

Besides, there is nothing in this world that belongs to His Majesty, so His Majesty can just order whatever he wants, whether it is a court lady or a courtier, or other people and subordinates, they will find it for His Majesty. "Nan Yi's words are extremely sincere, even if he thinks so from the bottom of his heart.

"Do you want to throw it away if it's dirty?" Feng Zun whispered, waving his sleeves, Nan Yi's figure flickered slightly, and he disappeared once again.

Yuehua Palace

A Yuan walked back slowly with his qin in his arms. He had just put the qin in the room. He was standing in front of the window looking at the scenery outside and was slightly dazed. At this moment, a bird flew over, and the white bird landed. Fixed on the window sill, cooed twice.

Only then did he wake up from his trance, he looked down at the little bird, the little bird tilted its head, its small mung bean eyes met his bottomless eyes.

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The little bird stretched its neck and barked twice, and then A Yuan set his gaze on its little paw that was tied with letter paper. He paused for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand to take off the letter paper.

As soon as the letter was taken off, the little bird flapped its wings and flew away, leaving him alone in front of the window, staring at the unopened letter in his hand in a daze.

Looking at the thinly rolled letterhead in his hand, he felt a retreat in his heart. At this moment, he really understood that he just didn't want to open the letter, read what was written inside, and kill that person.

This idea is very difficult, very difficult, and he completely pushed it away in front of himself.

(End of this chapter)