The evil king protects the short

Chapter 339 Arranging Equipment and Making a Plan 1
If you want to go to the south of the palace to look for the Lingzhu, you must make sufficient preparations, and you must take care of everything in the court.

above the hall.

"For the frontier affairs, Ye Xing and Mr. Shen are fully responsible. Bai Fangyuan and Yang Tiechen are specially appointed as the regents. During the tour in my micro-service, all matters are entrusted to the four pillars of the country carefully selected by me! Dear friends! You must cooperate with all your strength, and wait until I return!"

All the officials in the court did not refute the words of extreme deterrence. They all knelt down and said in unison: "The ministers will definitely cooperate with all their strength!"

Next, it was the concern of several regent ministers who followed Zong Zehong into the Dragon Spirit Hall.

"Your Majesty, you have to jump on more than a dozen elite generals to accompany you when you go on patrol in microservices, just in case!" Bai Fangyuan reminded.

Zong Zehong didn't accept it, "You don't need to make a fuss when you go on tour in micro-clothes. The national teacher, Taoist Mo Yuan and Ling'er can come with me."

The more people there are, the less safe it is.

"What? The concubine Ling also went with her? A woman who has no strength to restrain a chicken?" Shen Mulun was surprised.

"No, Ling'er is a disciple of the national teacher, and she is not insignificant. With her, my safety is also guaranteed."

"Er...then...how long will the emperor be going?" Yang Tiechen asked hesitantly.

Shu Er frowned and thought for a moment, "It might take a year or so. Accompanied by the national teacher, I plan to travel around Zongyue to see the customs and customs, and see if there are corrupt officials oppressing the people."

Ordering Jin Xi to hand over all the memorials to the assistant officials who followed the regents, Zong Zehong said indifferently.

"That's great..." Bai Fangyuan nodded in agreement.

"Your Majesty, what should I do if there is an urgent matter that I cannot decide on?"

Walking at night, I asked the most critical question.

"Xuefeng is raised in the Dragon Spirit Hall. If there is an important matter that cannot be decided, let it fly the letter to me. After I make a decision, let it come back and hand it over to you."

Seeing that the mountains of memorials were cleaned up at once, Zong Zehong subconsciously stretched his brows.

Instead, he looked seriously at the four people in front of him.

"You must keep your spirits up to 12 while I'm away. For the sake of your safety, I've ordered you to stay in a separate courtyard of the palace, just in case."

"Yes!"

"Back off, I'm going to pack my bags."

After finishing speaking, Zong Zehong walked into the inner room relaxedly without turning his head, twisted a fixed lamp, and entered the secret room where Ni Ling was.

Walking down the spiral staircase, the huge secret room was filled with all the things that Ni Ling took out from the treasure bag.

Almost all the corners of the secret room are filled.

"Don't tell me, there are so many messes, you want to take them away together."

Afraid of stepping on Linger's treasure, Zong Zehong walked to her side cautiously.

With a coquettish cry, she met Zong Zehong's doting eyes with a smile.

"How could it be! Aren't you sorting it out?" He said, throwing the moldy chicken bones in his hands to the corner, "I must bring it, I must bring it, and the treasures in your Treasure Pavilion will be placed here for the time being." In the secret room, I thought, I should bring all the magic weapons I bought from the ghost market with me, just in case!"

While tidying up, Ni Ling spoke in an orderly manner, a real little adult.

"Well, that's right! I also bought you a good thing, I'm going to give it to you!"

As he said that, Ni Ling crawled into a pile of strangely shaped treasures and tossed and turned for a while.

"Dragon Bone Soft Tendon Whip!"

Seven shifts, three shifts to go, I won’t sleep until I finish writing, rub it!

(End of this chapter)