By decree and pro

Chapter 136

"Ah~ It's so comfortable..." Yan slept soundly this afternoon, and when he woke up, he watched Ilya arrange a large table of pastries.

There are "Dragon Phoenix Lotus Seed Osmanthus Cake" served in a small wooden boat, "Grand Concubine Red Crisp Hawthorn Cake" placed in a silver moon plate, and "Mandarin Duck Thin Crisp Pepper Squab" placed in a carved golden bird cage. The imperial dishes are all made in Dayan style, all because Usman explained that the food and snacks must be in line with the queen's taste.

During the days when the queen was away, the imperial dining room was not idle, and had been delving into Dayan delicacies, especially the exquisite pastries.After learning that the queen was pregnant, the delicacies prepared in the imperial dining room were more carefully prepared. Even a small candied golden date had to be repeatedly picked and removed for cooking.When the jujubes are adorned on the snow-white glutinous steamed cake, the heads are well-proportioned and bright red in color, reminiscent of red plums blooming in the snow.

Yan looked at the table, from the utensils and utensils to the small green leaves made of glutinous rice, which were all carefully made by the imperial chef, and he was really dumbfounded.

Dayan's imperial cakes are indeed more particular than Xiliang, but the emperor is always frugal, and the dim sum is just a few pieces of sweet-scented osmanthus cakes in a blue and white porcelain plate, which makes Yan almost forget that this is the royal cake of Dayan's court. It looks like an imperial garden on the table, with pavilions, towers and pavilions, birds and animals, so lively.

Yan's stomach growled in response to the occasion, and he wanted to tell the kitchen not to be so extravagant, but he felt that there was no need to save money for a rich guy like Usman, as long as he didn't waste money.

"Ilya, tell them not to use golden cages for pigeons in the future, and remove these exaggerated silver plates, these sesame cakes are so crispy and delicious... Ilya, You come to eat too, I can't finish it by myself. By the way, let's ask Shen Fangyu and Jinayali to eat together... This brown candy is also delicious... Woohoo." Yan's mouth was never free, He hasn't eaten such an authentic Dayan pastry for a long time.

"Yan, do you want to eat snacks or talk, you have to choose one." Ilya poured Yan a cup of hot milk tea, "Don't choke. As for Commander Shen and General Jina, they will come to see you later , it will not be too late for you to reward them."

At this moment, there was a loud bang from the direction of the priest's tower.

Yan just finished off a piece of brown candy, he was startled and almost choked.

Ilya trembled all over, almost throwing the milk tea pot in his hand, he looked out the window: "What's that sound?"

"Is the priest's tower on fire? It won't burn down the landslide, right?!" Yan walked quickly to the balcony. The priest's tower was too far away from Yan's bedroom, and there was still an air corridor and the imperial garden in between, but the billowing fireworks were in the purple of the setting sun. Rising and drifting away in the red twilight...

"Hurry up! Find someone to put out the fire." Yan immediately ordered, "There are quite a few warlocks in the Priest Tower..."

"Yan, don't worry, the tower of priests is full of capable people and strangers. This fire... I think it's probably because they used some kind of alchemy secret method, and it exploded."

"Can it still be like this?"

"Well, I heard that a layer of priest tower was blown up more than ten years ago. The fire almost spread to the palace. The old king was furious. After a thorough investigation, he found out that it was caused by alchemy." Ilya saw that it was the priest tower. When it catches fire, it looks like a good show.

"Queen." Shen Fangyu hurried over, "I come to pay my respects to you."

"Please be safe or escort?" Yan looked at Shen Fangyu, who was always bowing his head and cupping his fists, and said, "Is there an assassin outside?"

"Reporting to the queen, there is no assassin, but there is a fire in the priest's tower, and everyone is rescuing them, so there should be no serious problems." Shen Fangyu said, "Your Majesty is worried that you will be shocked, so I specially ordered the humble official to come and say goodbye."

"What about others?"

"In the Imperial Study Room." Shen Fangyu said, "Your Majesty and the Prime Minister have important matters to discuss, so I will come over later."

"Shen Fangyu."

"I'm humble."

"Look up at me."

Shen Fangyu froze for a moment, Yan's brocade shoes appeared in his drooping field of vision, he raised his eyes, and instantly met Yan's sight.

Yan's complexion was rosy and refreshed, but Shen Fangyu's eyes were dark and his face was disheveled.

"What's wrong?" Yan asked puzzled, "Are you sick?"

"No, I'm not sick in a lowly position." Shen Fangyu couldn't say anything, and then his flickering eyes moved to Yan's abdomen, where there was an obvious bulge like a mountain bump, and he couldn't help it if he didn't deliberately cover it with a cloak or the like. stare blankly.

He had seen a pregnant woman before, but it was the first time for a pregnant woman.

Before Yan returned to the palace, Shen Fangyu got the news from Jina Yali that Yan was pregnant. He was shocked. Although he knew that Yan was from the Wuque tribe, he never thought that he would really be pregnant, let alone imagined that he was pregnant with Liujia. What does inflammation look like.If it's Usman, he can understand a little bit, after all, he looks gorgeous.

And since knowing that Yan is pregnant, Shen Fangyu has nightmares from time to time, dreaming that Yan accidentally miscarried, covered in blood, and dreaming that Yan has dystocia, and even Beidou's doctor is helpless...

In addition, the regent King Jing Tingrui would come to the palace from time to time to "vomit bitterness" to vent his depression of not being able to return to Suiyang, but when Shen Fangyu saw Jing Tingrui, he was as nervous as a mouse seeing a cat, for fear that he would offend the regent by saying something wrong king.Jinayali always asks him to discuss swordsmanship, no matter when and where, the two of them can "fight" with each other. When Shen Fangyu has no breath, he is naturally "Zen-exhausted" at the moment. haggard look.

"Are you worried about me? I wasn't used to it at first." Yan smiled slightly, looked down at her stomach, and raised her hand to poke near the navel, "But now I don't feel relieved until I touch it twice. .”

"Your Highness, don't..." Shen Fangyu seemed to want to stop.

"what happened?"

"Wouldn't it be damaged if you poked around like this?" Shen Fangyu frowned slightly, and asked solemnly.

"Break it?" Yan held his big belly, "Haha, you think it's made of a rubber ball, can it still leak air if you poke it?"

"..." Ilya thought to himself, "I knew I should grab a handful of melon seeds and put them in my pocket, but now I feel really uncomfortable when I go to the theater without melon seeds."

"It's a disrespectful job! Please punish me." Shen Fangyu's face flushed suddenly.Seeing Yan was the same as usual, of course, Yan's belly was big, but his spirit and complexion were good, his eyes were bright, Shen Fangyu finally recovered from the shadow of the nightmare.

"You should be punished for staring at me like that just now." Yan sat down, "I wanted to reward you with Dayan cakes, but I won't reward you now, just stand and watch Ilya and I eat."

"Yes." Shen Fangyu stood aside politely, picked up the teapot, and poured milk tea for Yan and Ilya.

Ilya smiled brightly, he didn't even need to pour the tea now, he just had to let go of his stomach and eat.However, no matter how delicious the snacks are, Ilya couldn't stop his mouth. He started to tell Xiliang folk jokes about camels, which were a bit lewd, which made Yan amused, and even Shen Fangyu couldn't hold back. That handsome face burst out laughing.

The atmosphere in the imperial study room was not as joyful as Yan's bedroom.

After Falas learned that Bai Mufa was killed and Yongjue Bridge was destroyed, he was stunned.

Bai Mufa is dead, and the Priest Tower still has a successor, maybe it is the second-in-command Harigo, but the Yongjue Bridge connects the palace and the Priest Tower, symbolizing the combination of power and divine power. The consequences of destroying the bridge are very serious .

"Your Majesty, you killed Bai Mufa in a fit of anger. It's hard to explain to the court and the people. You also destroyed the Yongjue Bridge..." Feralas patted his forehead, anxiously not knowing what to do.

"Are you trying to say that this king is happy for a while, but he will have endless troubles later?" Usman drank wine from a crystal cup in his hand, with a steady look of "the emperor is not in a hurry for eunuchs".

"Yes, yes!" Feralas nodded like a chicken pecking rice.

"Hehe, it's the first time that this king can't speak well when he sees you." Usman smiled, "However, it can be seen that you are on this king's side."

"What do you mean by that?"

"The rupture of the Yongjue Bridge means that the king and the priest's tower are completely broken. The court hall is full of grass, and the king wants them to know that this time they can't stand on both sides. If you want to stand here with the king, it is still the one with the broken bridge." On the one hand, they all have to make a choice." Usman said eloquently, "Before the 'Red Flame' hits, this king must suppress the 'wild fire' in the priest's tower, and they don't want to use their tricks after the catastrophe Do it again, when the savior who saves the common people takes control of the kingship again."

The tower of priests is immortal, and its influence on the royal family is not only to control the royal power. Usman knows that he can become the king of Xiliang, and the tower of priests is behind him.Usman can probably guess a thing or two about how those princes and princesses who were not valued by the Priest Tower died at birth.

What's more, the sudden death of his father was very strange.

Usman didn't want his children to live in the dark cloud of conspiracy from the priest's tower.

"If Xiliang wants to last forever, it cannot have a priest tower." Usman said firmly.

"But the people regard the Priest Tower as a god, and obey them..." Feralas panicked, even though he knew what the king said was right.

"Bai Mufa and those so-called high-level crow spirit warlocks use witchcraft to make believers seek benefits and avoid disadvantages, but concealing them will lead to even greater disasters. This is not helping others, but harming others invisible."

Once the seal is released and all the memories are restored, Usman can clearly see the tricks of the Priest Tower and know what kind of "curse punishment" he has suffered.

Bai Mufa had sealed him no less than five times, and every time it was a pain of skinning and bone breaking.

As long as Usman thinks that his children will be controlled by the Priest Tower in the future, and his subjects will continue to be played by the Priest Tower in the palm of his hand, his heart of destroying the Tower has not wavered.

It is true that he will face great challenges in the future, the incomprehension of the people, and the anger and defection of the ministers, but as long as the evil is eliminated, these are nothing.

"Does the queen know?" Feralas moved out Yan.

"'Cutting the tree and digging out the roots, there is no harm to neighbors, and the disaster will never exist'." Usman smiled shyly, "It's what the queen said."

"..."

"A husband and wife are of the same heart, and their benefits can cut through gold." Usman added, "This is also what the queen said."

"... Then the queen knows?" Feralas was surprised.

"I know some, but I don't know the dark ones." Usman sighed softly, "He knows that the Priest Tower has bad intentions, but he doesn't know the power of the crow spirit, knows that Denerman is going to kill me, but he doesn't know that Denerman is ..."

"Your Majesty, is this still called husband and wife concentricity? The queen doesn't know anything." Feralas said which pot he didn't open and which pot he picked up.

"Your mouth will kill you sooner or later." Usman had a vein throbbing on his forehead. "It's no use telling him about those things. He's still pregnant with a child."

"That's...you can't make the queen worry too much."

Usman suddenly drank the wine in silence, with a sense of guilt. He didn't want to tell Yan, but he didn't know where to start. He was worried that Yan would despise him as "not a human being".

"By the way, Your Majesty, it is reasonable to say that Bai Mufa has imposed so many seals on you, and there is no unseal spell, how can you untie the seal by yourself?"

"The sacrificer, the son of the Raven Spirit."

"What does it mean?"

"This is the content of the seven-word unsealing curse." Usman said, "The purpose of Emperor Shihuang's writing it is to let those who inherit the power of the crow spirit understand that they are just a sacrifice."

"what?"

Usman put down the crystal wine glass: "Only those who understand this can complete the mission."

"The First Emperor really devoted himself to the Xiliang Kingdom, but... the subject still doesn't understand, how did you crack it..."

"I didn't crack it, it was Ascera who told Danerman before he died." The wine in Usman's lips suddenly became bitter, and he smacked his tongue lightly.

"After she knew that Baimufa was deceiving her, she used the goddess' astrology to find out the exact location of the seven ancient cities, tried her best to crack the seven-syllable curse, and told Denman to know before she died... What she was thinking was In case she dies, Denerman can also unlock the seal and let me know my true identity. I am just a sacrifice, and Denerman is her child. Man really loves me, and she really hates me..."

Usman recalled all the past, and was silent for a while before continuing: "Assaira didn't know how much her death had affected me. My power was out of control, and Bai Mufa had to seal me again. Therefore, part of Dan Erman's memory was sealed by accident. When I explored the ancient city with Yan Yan, the bloody sacrificial scene touched Den Erman. He remembered Yassaira's last words, and naturally And it undid my seal."

"By the way." Usman said suddenly, "--'I'm sorry...Den Erman'. This is the last words of Yassaira, and I just remembered it today. I have been troubled for so many years, in the end What did Assaila's last sentence of "sorry" mean, so I knew the answer all along, but I just couldn't remember it."

"..." Feralas didn't know what to say, and he stood there stupidly. His mission was to serve Usman, not Dan Erman, but after all, the two of them should be the same person.

This is Feralas' personal understanding, but at the moment, it seems that Usman clearly distinguishes himself from Dan Erman, and will not confuse them at all, calling Yassaira also "she", not mother.

"Feras." Usman looked at him.Although he was talking about some sad past events, Usman's expression and tone were very calm, as if he was talking about someone else's business, "You don't have to worry about the Priest Tower, you have more important things to do .”

"Your Majesty, please order." Feralas hurriedly bowed.

"The seven ancient cities still need to be studied in detail. It is inconvenient for me and Yanyan to travel far during this period, so I will trouble you to make a few more trips."

"The seven-syllable curse has been unraveled, why does your lord still want to dig the ancient city?"

"If this king's guess is correct, they were all swallowed up by the 'Red Flame'. What is hidden in the ancient city is not only the seven-syllable mantra, but also many things related to the 'Red Flame'. I have a hunch that when King Wuque hid his spells, he deliberately chose these seven cities."

"You, you mean...the red flame contains mystery?" The 'red flame' is a sandstorm that covers the sky and the sun. When Feralas was a little warlock, he was told about it by his instructor. How powerful it is.

There are also ancient woodcut prints, describing the tragedy after the red flames slaughtered the city.It was a dead silence, not even the birds, beasts, flowers, leaves and plants were spared.

"I hope there is." Usman didn't want to make a sacrifice for the sandstorm, and he didn't want to die like Emperor Shihuang from exhaustion of strength. He still wanted to stay with Yan Yan for the rest of his life.