By decree and pro

Chapter 139 Secret Planning

"You?" Yan suppressed his smile and looked at Usman seriously, "I don't want to put you on the head, husband and wife should be equal."

"Yanyan," Usman held his hand emotionally, "You know what? What you said to the regent just now is really sweet. I don't need to eat candy anymore in my life."

"Say stupid things...that's all for the purpose of gagging him." Before Yan hadn't thought about it before, he said what he said from the bottom of his heart. At this moment, Usman traced it seriously, and he felt embarrassed instead.

"Do you want to marry me so much?"

Yan thought for a while, then looked down at her swollen belly, and then looked at Usman's green eyes: "I'm afraid it's imminent."

Usman smiled, and suddenly pulled Yan's hands over his eyes.

Yanzheng wondered what this was for, and suddenly felt hot flashes between his fingers, and Usman was so happy that he cried?

"You are such an idiot." Yan blushed and muttered, leaning over and kissing the top of Usman's head.

Late at night, at the corner of the street.

Jing Tingrui was sitting in the square pavilion of the restaurant, drinking alone.

Someone asked him out, but he was late.

In the dead of night, drinking alone seemed even more bleak.

Suddenly, a figure wearing a cloak came over the night dew, entered the pavilion burning with charcoal stove, and took off the snow cap.

Her silver hair was like frost under the moonlight, her eyes were as green as emerald green, and her snow-stained skin made her lips look like a smear, and her color was unparalleled.

Such a beautiful man, no matter in Xiliang or Dayan, can attract people's attention.

It's just that for Jing Tingrui, no matter how beautiful he is, he can't compare to his Qing'er, let alone a fox.

"I've been waiting for a long time." Usman took his seat without being polite, "Thanks to you, I'll have a good time with Yanyan tonight..."

"It's almost done." Jing Tingrui was holding a clay jug and was about to pour a cup of hot wine for Usman. When he said this, a thick vein popped out on the back of his thick hand, "I love your bed. not interested."

"Aren't you the witness? Of course I have to tell you, otherwise what if you go back and report to Emperor Dayan that we are a fake couple?"

"You know I wish I could marry Prince Yonghe to you."

"Yes." Usman squinted his eyes and smiled like a snow fox, "If this king didn't know your thoughts, would you still be alive?"

"Hmph." Jing Tingrui sneered, but still poured wine for Usman, "It's midnight, you don't sleep on the hot bed, why did you ask me to come out?"

"Jing Tingrui, after the wedding ceremony, will you go back to Dayan?"

"of course."

"Stay a little longer."

"What?" Jing Tingrui frowned deeply, "You don't want me to babysit for you, do you?"

"How can this be, there are plenty of people in the palace." Usman drank with a smile, "And this child is born, Yan Yan is reluctant to let go."

"That is?"

"I just hope you stay for a while longer." Usman put down his glass, "Whether it's sightseeing or military training, it's always better to stay longer."

"...Is it related to the priest's tower that collapsed due to the fire?" Although Jing Tingrui didn't want to interfere with Xiliang's state affairs, as Yan's "sister-in-law", he obviously couldn't stand by and watch.

"Yanyan once told me that his imperial brother doesn't trust me." Usman turned to him.

"Yes." Jing Tingrui readily admitted, "Qing'er thinks you are too complicated."

"How to say?"

"You look beautiful, not like an ordinary person. You are polite and courteous in your dealings with others, and you can't find any faults." Jing Tingrui once felt jealous because of these words, "But, Qing'er said that you are not simple , let me stay away from you."

"Speaking of which, I only met him two or three times," Usman smiled slightly. "It's a terrible intuition. He can perceive a thing or two that I don't even know."

"Qing'er has a kind heart and can't tolerate dirty things." Jing Tingrui said, "I'm particularly sensitive to evil things. I don't know what kind of monster you are? Let Qing'er keep a respectful distance."

"Hehe," Usman smiled, "A monster? It's fine if it's really a monster. I'm afraid it's neither fish nor fowl, neither human nor demon."

"Usman, don't play charades with me, what happened to you?" Jing Tingrui asked in a deep voice.

Usman drank in silence.

Jing Tingrui went on and said, "To be honest, I never thought that I could sit and drink with you, become brother-in-law, and Yan was pregnant... There are so many weird things in this world, so even if you I wouldn't be surprised to say that you are a thousand-year-old vixen, but if you don't confess, there is nothing I can do to help you."

"You want to help me?"

"Yes." Jing Tingrui said, "It must be no small matter for you to leave Yan to see me."

"Have you heard of 'Red Flame'?"

"what is that?"

"A dust storm that can destroy the world in a matter of days."

"Sandstorm? Isn't that a natural disaster?" Jing Tingrui was a little puzzled, "What does this have to do with you?"

"I was born to eliminate sandstorms, can you believe it?"

Jing Tingrui suddenly looked around: "Where is Yan, are you two joining forces to tease me again?"

Usman smiled bitterly, then let go of the wine glass with his right hand, and touched the sand grains on the table with his fingertips.

The hot wind from Xiliang often carries the sandy soil of the desert. Even if Xiaoer wiped the table in the morning, there will be sandy dust again at night.

Jing Tingrui looked at him puzzled, but his expression soon changed to shock.

All the dust on the table condensed, and Usman seemed to control the wind, or some kind of energy, and the dust swam between his fingers, as if it had life.

"This is the power of the crow spirit, um... It's about the same as your Dayan's internal martial arts power."

"This...is completely different!" Jing Tingrui was very surprised. His Wushuang sword art is very powerful, it can change the world's color and make you invincible, but it is also through the sword energy, Usman looks like a fairy, He was full of incredible strength all over his body, and the sand on his fingertips even held up the wine glass on the table, like a charlatan on the street manipulating a cobra. This dreamlike scene made Jing Tingrui completely dumbfounded.

"Are you really a monster?" After a long while, Jing Tingrui said, and he smiled stupidly after speaking.

"I'm not a demon, I just inherited an ancient power." Usman let go, and the sand fell on the table like snow, "I don't know how to tell Yan."

"This..." Jing Tingrui looked at the wine glasses on the table and stood up abruptly, "I'll just pretend I don't know."

"What?" Usman stared at Jing Tingrui, "You just said that you were so heroic and righteous, that you wanted to help me..."

"I thought you had some romantic debt outside..."

"You have a romantic debt!"

"Usman, how do you want me to help with this kind of thing? I was shocked, as if... Seeing a ghost in the daytime is almost the same."

"..."

"Usman, you don't have to give me such a slap in the face. Yes, I said I would help you. How about this? I have to take it easy and figure out what the power of the crow spirit is before replying to you."

"When will I have to wait? I want to tell Yan before giving birth."

"Let's wait until after production."

"Why?"

"It's dangerous for this woman to give birth to a child, let alone Wuqueren, you don't want to make him feel uneasy, do you?"

"It makes sense." Usman nodded, "I didn't think it through."

"Tell me about this more carefully." Jing Tingrui removed the wine glass and jug, exposed the table, dipped his finger in the wine and wrote on the table: "Crow Spirit?"

"Ah."

"how did it get here?"

"The Baimu method of the priest's tower and the goddess prophet, no, we have to start with the first emperor of Xiliang..." Usman slowly told Jing Tingrui about the source of the power of the crow spirit.He thinks clearly and talks eloquently, but Jing Tingrui is often in a daze and cannot keep up with Usman's words. It seems that Xiliang has left a very special mark in his heart. For the time being, he can't go back to Dayan. See It's not Qing'er anymore.

"...Frequent migration, just for a permanent settlement."

The afternoon sun was just right, and Yan was sitting in the octagonal gazebo, drinking milk tea, smelling the fragrance of flowers, and reading an ancient book that recorded the landforms of Xiliang.

Putting down the heavy book, Yan looked at the colorful sky garden with bubbling fountains, and couldn't help sighing: "If there were no ancestors who bravely traveled long distances and pioneered bravely, there would be no such prosperous Danyang City and Yuelang Palace. .”

"Huh? What?" Elijah was reclining in a high-backed chair.He was originally listening to Yan read a book, but fell asleep while listening to it.

But he was quite alert, Yan just made a sound, and he woke up rubbing his eyes.

Since they came back from Yancheng, more than two months have passed in the blink of an eye, the month of Yan is getting old, and it is difficult to move around, and Ilya is always there to serve.

Usman has been busy with the affairs of the previous dynasty.

The death of the old priest Bai Mufa also caused turbulence in the power of the priest tower itself. The elderly elders were all thinking about the position of the chief priest, and among the younger generation, the chief raven warlock Harigo was the best. They are also fighting for the position of chief priest.

They also wanted to stabilize the weight of the priest tower in the hearts of the people while the lingering prestige of the Baimu method was still there, so they held the funeral of the Baimu method in such a grand manner that it was an empty street for thousands of people.

Even if there were only charred limbs left in the white jade sarcophagus, it didn't affect the Priest Tower's description of how the "holy body" of Baimufa was immortal, attracting countless believers to prostrate along the street.

Usman did not stop the funeral, but also allowed them to make all kinds of noise.

Yan understands that this is called "fighting in the nest", and the current priest tower has no leader and each has its own ghosts. After they fight for a "winner", it is time for Usman to clean up the priest tower again and set the rules for the new elders.

The more the priests fought in the tower, the less time they had to take care of Usman, and just as Usman expected, the wall grass in the court were forced to start to stand because of the "broken Yongjue Bridge".Some people chose Usman and pledged their allegiance to the death, while others took the opportunity to make waves.

Some veterans in the court have received the favor of Baimu method of divination, or they have been saved from disasters or promoted to get rich. Naturally, they want to repay the favor to the priest tower, while some people have always relied on Baimu method to live. The sudden death of Baimu method is very important to them The blow was great.

These people had nowhere to vent their anger, so they united a few tribes that were not at peace in the past, and created a name for "Slaying the Demon Queen".

That's right, this "demon queen" is Yan.They believed that the king's sudden break with the priest's tower was caused by someone blowing the pillow.The demon queen confuses the emperor's mind, making him indistinguishable from good and evil, and goes astray. Therefore, they must kill the demon queen to rebuild the Yongjue Bridge and restore the friendly relationship between the royal family and the priest tower.

It is said that before attacking Usman, they sent several groups of assassins to sneak into the harem.

But Yanlian didn't see the assassin, but judging from the fact that Shen Fangyu and other soldiers were wearing strong and armed weapons, the assassination was real, but they were wiped out before they approached his bedroom.

Shuangya is also very busy during this period, following his master to court, handling government affairs, and leading the young wolves to patrol the corners of the palace, he looks more and more like a wolf king.

It was probably Yan Zong who said to it: "Yaya, you are about to become a big brother, you can't always think about eating big lamb legs, and you have to take care of your little brothers, otherwise it will damage the prestige of big brother."

Shuangya looked at Yan Gaolong's belly, if he realized something, he grew up overnight.

Except for Shuangya, Jing Tingrui was not idle either. He took an elite soldier of a thousand to Danyang City and stationed in a private house not far from the priest's tower on the grounds of the military competition between the two countries.

It is true that Jing Tingrui's move to garrison troops also caused a backlash from some people in the DPRK. They believed that this was also done by the "demon queen" and that it was to lure wolves into the house.

But no matter how much they yell and scold, Yan is still raising the baby safely, and there are priorities. In Yan's heart, the health of the baby in her belly is the most important thing.

As for the demon queen, it was a rhetoric that Yan was tired of hearing since he was a child.His father was called a monster, and his elder brother was said to be an ominous omen when he was pregnant, and it was natural for him to be scolded when it was his turn, Yan didn't take it to heart.

Besides, there was Usman's full protection in the previous court, Jing Tingrui and Shen Fangyu's cooperation in the harem, and there were many courtiers who chose to be loyal to the royal family, so even if the ship was a little bumpy in the wind and waves, Yan's heart was still full of joy. with courage.Because of this, he can be as stable as Mount Tai, reading books and learning about the history of Xiliang in this quiet afternoon.