By decree and pro

Chapter 82

"What's wrong?" Usman looked at Yan.

"It's nothing, you can take it." Remembering the forged documents, Yan lowered his head guiltyly, folded the paper and handed it to Usman.

"Then... I'm leaving." Usman was still waiting for Yan to stay, such as drinking tea together or something.

"Let's go." Yan waved his hand, "I'll wait for your good news."

"Yeah." Usman took the paper and walked slowly towards the door, his back was extremely lonely.

"That's right!" Yan shouted as if remembering something, "Wait a minute."

"Yes!" Usman bounced back to the table, "What's the matter? Yanyan?"

"As for the marriage, how are you preparing?"

"Oh, the ministers are arranging this matter, there are many etiquette..."

"Don't be so troublesome, it will be next year after these procedures are completed."

"Not so long. Why, you want to be brief?"

"Well. The shorter the better. Do you think, if we are married now, I can go to the priest's tower with you to find those ancient words? Two people can get twice the result with half the effort."

"Yes." Usman smiled, looking very happy.

"Let's do this. Don't need any red tape. Just bring a written marriage letter and I'll sign it."

"Is it that simple?" Usman was surprised.

"Well, it's that simple." Yan nodded and said, "As long as we get married, everything will be..."

"Your Highness!" Shen Fangyu couldn't listen anymore, and interrupted, "Even if you buy a slave, it won't be so easy to deal with."

"What nonsense are you talking about!" Yan glared at Shen Fangyu displeased.

"Yanyan, I'm going to the priest's tower first." Usman also glanced at Shen Fangyu, but he left without saying anything.

Because he knew that Yan Zi would discipline his subordinates.

Before Usman left, Yan stood up and reprimanded: "Shen Fangyu, I should have said that you don't need to interfere with this matter."

"Your Highness, caring and protecting you is not only the wish of the humble official, but also the duty of the humble official." Shen Fangyu said firmly, "It is impossible for you to marry the king of Xiliang in a simple way."

"Why is it impossible..." Yan said halfway, seeing Shen Fangyu's extremely serious expression, he couldn't help asking, "What are you doing?"

"The humble official has already written to the emperor to report everything you have encountered here." Shen Fangyu said, "The humble official believes that the emperor has his own judgment on this matter."

"You!" Yan grabbed Shen Fangyu's collar in anger, "Who wants you to be troublesome! Brother Huang is in poor health, if something happens to you because of your embellishment, I will definitely not let you go !"

"Your Highness, I didn't add any embellishments to my humble position, but it's true." Shen Fangyu stared at Yan's face, and said firmly, "No matter how much you worry about the emperor's dragon body, there are some things that must be reported to the emperor. In the matter of marriage, you should know who is overstepping the rules in your heart than the humble one."

"Get out!" Yan pushed Shen Fangyu away, "Get out! Immediately!"

"I haven't finished talking about the lowly position." Shen Fangyu did not back down, "I will go out to receive the punishment after I finish speaking."

"What? How dare you resist?!"

"Your Highness, I like you." Shen Fangyu not only resisted the order, but also grabbed Yan's hand suddenly, his eyes full of reluctance, "If the king of Xiliang is really a

A person worthy of your entrustment for the rest of your life, whether it is a real or a fake marriage, there will be no second-guessing about the humble job.It's just that he really doesn't deserve you..."

"Let me go!" Yan freed his hand and pointed to the courtyard where the sun was hanging high, "Since your head is full of water, then go outside to dry it. Without me, you are not allowed to come in!"

"Yes." Shen Fangyu nodded sadly and went out.

Ilya clicked her tongue twice, not daring to express other opinions.

"Damn it!" Yan sat down angrily and thumped the table hard.The iron eagle swordsman's letter is so fast that even if he sends someone to chase it now, he can't stop it.

He might as well think about how to write a letter to comfort the emperor, so that he should not worry about himself, let alone obstruct his marriage with Usman.

But with Brother Huang's temper, I'm afraid it's impossible. He can see that he doesn't want to be wronged.

"Shen Fangyu, I'm so mad!" Yan gritted his teeth.

"Actually...he has a good heart." Ilya murmured, "It's just that he did something bad with good intentions."

"I really don't know what happened to me. They all say they like me. Are they blind? I'm a man! I have what they have! What's there to like!" Yan was furious Damn, he is not a handsome and lovely person like Brother Huang, and his temper is not so good. He is just a man who practices martial arts every day, sweats all over his body, has rough skin and thick flesh.

"This, this..." Ilya who didn't want to be on the side laughed, "It doesn't matter whether you are a man or a woman..."

"What do you mean?" Yan suddenly raised his head, "You don't like me too, do you?"

"Uh..." Ilya looked at Yan, nodded shyly and said, "Who says it's not... But don't worry, I won't rob people with the king."

"——?!" Yan stared at Ilya, and it took him a long time to come back to his senses, pointing to the outside, "You also go out and stand for me."

"Yan, I'm going to stand right now, with Shen Fangyu, don't be mad at yourself." After Ilya finished speaking, she made Yan a cup of tea, and then went out to stand for punishment.

"They're all bastards!" Yan said angrily.

"I'm here to accompany you." Ilya searched a lot in the courtyard, and finally found Shen Fangyu in front of a wall without a shade of greenery.

"I said that you are too honest, and you don't know how to find a place to stand in the shade." Ilya wrinkled her nose, "Your Highness didn't specify where you should stand, it's just outside."

"What are you doing here?" Shen Fangyu asked, staring at the wall in front of him.

"Dry the water in your mind." Ilya said with a smile.

"You too..." Shen Fangyu turned to look at Ilya, a little surprised.

"Well, each other." Ilya nodded and said, "But you are more powerful, dare to rob someone with the king, you are worthy of being the first guard of Dayan's special envoy."

Shen Fangyu frowned and said: "I like mine, he likes his, there is no competition."

"Young master," Ilya said with a smile, "I still know a little better than you about matters in the field of love. For example, you suddenly contradicted me just now. Is it because you saw His Highness being held by the Lord without any rejection? Or One thing is that His Highness obviously doesn't hate His Majesty's closeness, but he will shake off your hand..."

Shen Fangyu looked at Ilya, but he didn't expect that a young man would see through what was floating in his heart.

"Twisted melons are not sweet." Ilya said, "I understood this truth when I was waiting for the emperor's order."

"Your Majesty doesn't really like His Highness." Shen Fangyu sarcastically said, "The problem of Huaxin can't be changed until death."

"Then you are wrong," Ilya shook his head greatly, "Your Majesty has many harems, but he never cares about them."

"Hmph, aren't you contradicting yourself? You can have so many harem if you don't bother!"

"That's because you don't understand your majesty and Xiliang. Let's put it this way, most of the concubines in the Xiliang harem come from various tribes, so the more concubines, the closer the relationship between the king and the tribe. If there are few concubines , it means that there is a gap between the king and the tribal patriarch, so the patriarch is unwilling to send tribal women into the palace. This has been the custom in Xiliang since ancient times. Do you know how many tribes there are in Xiliang, and how many beauties they pay tribute every year? There are at least a hundred of them, whether you like it or not, you have to accept it."

"What breaks the custom, it's not a matter of face in the end." Shen Fangyu said contemptuously, "If it were me, people who don't like it would definitely not accept it."

"But you are not the king of Xiliang." Ilya retorted, "How do you know your majesty's difficulties. Besides, your majesty dismissed the harem yesterday. Do you know how many people your majesty offended by this sentence? Your majesty just never Don’t say it in front of His Highness. My head hurts just thinking about your majesty trying to appease the patriarchs of so many tribes. Fortunately...that’s not something I have to worry about.”

Before Shen Fangyu could speak, Ilya said again, "I said that your lord is not a playful person because you never fell in love with anyone before meeting your highness. He is like a lump of ice, cold from the inside to the outside No matter how beautiful the concubine in the palace is, I have never seen him really fall in love with him. To be honest, I still find it incredible that Your Majesty actually fell in love with someone."

Ilya paused, and sighed deeply, "Your Majesty has changed, a lot. Sometimes when I stand beside His Highness, I feel like I'm dreaming when I look at Your Majesty. But I like the current Majesty more. , It was the arrival of His Highness that changed him. That's why I like Your Highness even more."

"He was pretending, pretending to be approachable, to deceive His Highness." Shen Fangyu stood firm, "In short, Your Highness cannot marry him, and the Emperor will not agree."

"Well, speaking of this matter, you have really created a big problem for your lord." Ilya sighed helplessly, "but I can't say anything about you, you also have your responsibilities, I just hope that your lord can come up with something Find a solution."

The sun was very strong, and I was a little dizzy from the sun. Ilya glanced at the tall and tall Shen Fangyu, and moved closer to him, taking a place to shade.

Shen Fangyu avoided it without disgust, but he didn't speak anymore.

Death Row Tower.

No matter how fierce the sunlight is, it can't penetrate into the deep underground prison more than a thousand feet away. The gloom and coldness there seem to come from the underworld, which makes people feel very flustered.

The passage of the dungeon is divided into three sections: upper, middle, and lower. The first section is three steps and one guard, with the most guards. The second section is five steps and one sentry. All elite soldiers are used. The third section is almost vertically downward. , with neither guards nor lights, it was as dark as if buried alive in the ground.

Because the prisoner here is Xiliang's first-class felon, the guards here rarely talk or laugh, and dare not take it lightly.

"What kind of smell is this?" A young guard with a straight posture suddenly sniffed around, "Why does it smell like flowers?"

"How is it possible? There isn't even an onion growing from the ground..." The guard just finished speaking, and suddenly he was stunned. He raised his head and took a deep breath, "Hey! It's really fragrant!"

"Tell me quickly, who is hiding the rouge and gouache? Is it for the daughter-in-law or the third son..."

"Boom!"

The guard who was joking fell to the ground and did not move.

"What's wrong with you?!" The guard who was three steps away was taken aback, and before he stepped forward, his eyes were suddenly blurred, and he also fell to his knees and fell down.

The guards along the way didn't even have time to shout, they all fell to the ground like eggplants beaten by Shuang.

The strange fragrance drifted down along the wind.

"Boom! Boom!"

The guards on the middle stairway also fell down one by one.Some guards fell headfirst, rolling down the sloping stairs.The road is narrow and there are many people, and the person who fell down is still building a human wall in the middle of the road.

This scene is very terrifying, the body distorted by the collision, the expression is ferocious.All the guards seemed to have been enchanted, or they were unconscious or unable to scream, and there was a bloody tragedy of people beating people and crushing people here.

Blood flowed down the stone ladder, and the strong smell of blood made the air here even more suffocating.

When everything calmed down, a man with a black cloth covering his face and a whole body in black sneaked in like a ghost.

He looked at his masterpiece - those piles of guard corpses.Some are still alive...but suffocated.

A guard spitting blood looked at him, as if asking for help.

The man in black smiled coldly, jumped over the human wall, and rushed directly to the bottom dungeon, the prison where His Royal Highness Dan Erman was imprisoned.

"Huh!" The man in black blew on Huo Zhezi, finally there was a gleam of light in the place where he couldn't see his fingers, and he walked towards the prison that he had seen countless maps and knew by heart.

There is no door there, only a stone door frame covered with moss.

There was a figure in the prison, and the man in black immediately pulled down his mask excitedly, and knelt down with a plop: "Your Highness! I'm too late for the humble job!"

"Are you?" A dark voice sounded from inside, with a quiet echo.

"The humble job is Basel! Your Highness! Back then, Priest Tower asked me to be your playmate to learn the art of the Raven Spirit together. Have you forgotten?"

"Learn the art of crow spirit?"

"Yes, the crow spirit technique, which absorbs the power of the undead for its own use, is the most powerful spell in the Priest Tower." Basel finally saw His Highness who had been away for many years, so excited that he burst into tears, he trembled, "You don't bother Learning such a demon technique, ended up being taken advantage of by your younger brother... As I said a long time ago, he was carefully cultivated by the Priest Tower..."

The people in the prison moved, and he gradually walked out. That gorgeous long hair and that delicate face all appeared in front of Basel.

"What?!" Basel was stunned.

"Why don't you go on?" Usman's eyes were icy, "Is this king cultivated by the Priest Tower?"