Female tyrant provoked death

Chapter 506 Maybe He Will Be Interested In This

Sitting on the edge of the bed, Fan Qingtian put the boots brought by Buhai on his feet, and said calmly, "I will go to see Satin Qing later, and I will have to send Satin Qing one last time anyway."

After a pause, Fan Qingtian put the other boot on his foot and continued, "You can arrange for the person sent by Zhuzhuang Master Mo to let her stay first, and don't let anyone disturb her."

Raising his head and looking at Buhai, Fan Qingtian asked again, "How is the matter of welcoming the envoys of the Tu Kingdom going? Everything is in order. When will the envoys of the Tu Kingdom arrive?"

Standing beside Fan Qingtian, Bu Hai replied respectfully, "Your Majesty, don't worry, this old slave is ready. According to General Yue Qing's letter, they will be able to reach the Royal City the morning after tomorrow."

"Very good." Fan Qingtian replied softly, and stood up.

Suddenly, his feet were caught by a hard object.

Frowning slightly, Fan Qingtian immediately sat back on the bed again.

Seeing that Fan Qingtian was acting strangely, Bu Hai asked nervously, "My lord, what's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Bu Hai replied indifferently, Fan Qingtian immediately took off his right shoe and lifted it upside down.

A melon-shaped seed the size of a little finger rolled down from Fan Qingtian's boots.

Seeing this scene, Bu Hai blamed himself with fear, "Damn the old slave, he actually let something go into the king's boots, and he caught the king's feet."

Ignoring Bu Hai's words, Fan Qingtian picked up the seeds rolling on the ground from the inside of his boots.

I saw that the little finger-sized seed suddenly glowed with a faint seven-color light. If you observe it casually, you can't see the light emitted by the seed.

Looking at the seeds in his hands, a picture suddenly flashed in Fan Qingtian's mind, his eyes froze, and Fan Qingtian looked at Bu Hai and asked, "Grandpa Hai, the plant-type plant that I met in Yunluo Mountain back then?" Is the monster a seven-color peony flower beast?"

Bu Hai, who blamed himself on the side, heard Fan Qingtian's inexplicable question, was stunned, and then he quickly came back to his senses and said, "Yes, my lord, it's also fortunate that I have Mr. Li Mie, otherwise my lord would be in danger." .”

As he said, a dangerous light flashed across Bu Hai's eyes, and he said coldly, "Your Majesty, don't worry, the gang of thieves who assassinated His Majesty will definitely be eradicated by this old slave, leaving no future troubles, and we will never let them fight against you." Your Majesty is threatening."

Listening to Bu Hai's words, Fan Qingtian's eyes darkened slightly.

Fan Qingtian was overwhelmed by Shi Yunxiao at the time, and what happened was completely unclear, but at that time, Fan Qingtian also learned about the specific situation from Buhai.

Those who endanger Fan Qingtian, Fan Qingtian naturally wants to investigate and understand, but if Buhai eradicates all these people, it will definitely cause a bloodbath in Mu Country again.

But the current Mu country cannot bear such bloodshed.

Looking at the very faint seven-colored seed in his hand, Fan Qingtian said in a deep voice, "Eunuch Hai, please listen."

Listening to Fan Qingtian's order, Bu Hai leaned into Fan Qingtian's ear without thinking.

After telling Bu Hai his plan, Fan Qingtian waved his hand and said, "Okay, just follow what I said."

Looking at Fan Qingtian, Bu Hai asked with some doubts on his old face, "Your Majesty, is this really feasible?"

"Hmm." Responding to Bu Hai's words, Fan Qingtian immediately handed the seeds in front of Bu Hai and said, "I think this is the seed left by a plant-type animal or monster. Maybe Xiu Ya is interested in this. You Let someone give this thing to Xiuya, tell Xiuya, if this king has time, he will come to visit him personally."

Fan Qingtian didn't know if this thing was left by Jupiter Aurora, but his sixth sense made Fan Qingtian suspect that it might really be a seed left by Jupiter Aurora.

Fan Qingtian doesn't know if it can bloom and bear fruit, but since it is a flower seed, he might be interested in Xiuya who loves flowers.

After taking the seed from Fan Qingtian's hand, Bu Hai's eyes sank and he sighed.

Putting on the boots again, Fan Qingtian heard Bu Hai's sigh, and asked lightly, "Eunuch Hai, why are you sighing?"

"Your Majesty, your injury is not fully healed yet, and you are just working hard like this. The old slave feels sorry for the Majesty. If there are a few people around the Majesty who can help the Majesty and prevent the Majesty from worrying about everything, that's fine." It's gone." Bu Hai stretched out a hand, helped Fan Qingtian up from the bed, and said with emotion.

Listening to Bu Hai's words, Fan Qingtian smiled and didn't make a sound.

With his hands behind his back, Fan Qingtian walked towards the door of the room, "This king is going to send the satin for a while."

Just as Fan Qingtian stepped out of the dormitory, a small shadow rushed towards Fan Qingtian, hugging Fan Qingtian's legs tightly.

The ceramic-like cute little face was a little reddish, Mo Ziyuan raised his head and stared at Fan Qingtian, his eyes were flushed, and he said in a childish voice with some sobs, "Mother, woo woo, it's great that you're fine, big brother Zuo today In the morning, I told Zi Yuan that you were injured, Zi Yuan was so scared, but fortunately, mother, you are fine."

Looking down at Mo Ziyuan, Fan Qingtian stretched out his hand and rubbed Mo Ziyuan's head, with a slight arc hanging from the corner of his mouth, he said softly, "I'm fine, don't you think I'm fine?"

"Yeah, the scourge has lasted for thousands of years, how could the tyrant die? I just said that Zuo Zhujin made too much fuss." Dongfang Yu, who came up from behind, raised his eyebrows and watched Fan Qingtian rubbing Mo Zi Yuan Yuan's head seemed to be a bit tasteless.

Zuo Zhujin, who was following Dongfang Yu, cast a look of disdain at Dongfang Yu viciously, brushed the slightly longer hair in front of his forehead, and pushed back, "Yes, I told you the news at that time. Before I finished speaking, I don’t know that guy was crying with tears and snot and dragged me to say that I was lying.”

"Hey, you bastard, can you not expose others? Especially in front of me, you are too hateful!" Turning his head, Dongfang Yuman roared at Zuo Zhujin angrily.

The little finger scratched his ear, Zuo Zhujin replied indifferently, "I didn't hear what you said."

Seeing Dongfang Yu and Zuo Zhujin arguing, the smile on Fan Qingtian's face deepened a little.

Catching Fan Qingtian's expression, Dongfang Yurushui's clear eyes flashed a light.

Although Fan Qingtian is a very powerful person and also a very ruthless person, but these days with Fan Qingtian, Dongfang also understands that Fan Qingtian is superior and is just a mortal.

He had already learned about Dunqing from other people, and Dongfang Yu didn't believe that Fan Qingtian would really kill Duanqing.

He was talking about Satin Qing being Fan Qingtian's male favourite, no matter who killed Du Qing, or if one of his own died, no one would be in a good mood, and Fan Qingtian should be the same.

(End of this chapter)