Heartthrob collapsed today 2

Perhaps because of Di Xin's identity and the strong oppressive force emanating from him, the surroundings were so quiet that one could clearly hear a thin needle falling down.

In such a dead silent and tense atmosphere, the cracking sound of the tall storyteller's neck being cut off was transmitted to the eardrums of everyone below with incomparable clarity.

He didn't expect King Shang to kill people so recklessly. While shocked, he became more and more restless in his heart, fearing that he would be the next person to be killed.

Looking at the storytellers who were randomly thrown on the ground by the King of Shang, all of these people had pale faces and clear lips, and they were about to die of regret at this moment. They kept cursing in their hearts why they came here so recklessly to listen to metaphors The story of King Shang and Su Daji, and even the direction of the story is still extremely unfavorable to Chao Ge.

The more they thought about it, the more they couldn't control the trembling all over their bodies, especially when the king of Shang looked at them, they felt as if their cheeks had been scratched deeply by a knife, and there was a burning pain.

If they could, they wished they could escape from this place of right and wrong immediately, go back home and hide in the quilts.

Fu Zhenhong glanced at the terrified expressions of the audience, and felt that these people were cowardly and pitiful. In fact, there was nothing wrong with these people. There is nothing wrong with listening to books in their spare time, satisfying curiosity, and killing time, but bad things are bad It happened to be a story that shouldn't be heard, and it happened to be designed by someone with a heart, so that Di Xin could also hear it.

Fu Zhenhong took another look at the tall storyteller who was thrown to the ground and passed away by Di Xin. He was also a little surprised that Di Xin really had to kill this person, even though he knew it was a game.

It's just crazy to the extreme.

It also perfectly interprets the decisiveness of killing and the absolute arrogance and willfulness of those who are born noble.

This is Di Xin's defense of Su Daji, and there is no doubt about it.

Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly. Such a Di Xin has an eye-catching handsomeness, and it shows the king's arrogance to the fullest.

As if feeling the smile on Fu Zhenhong's face through the veil on the veil, Di Xin also hooked the corners of his lips, responding with a smile.

Fu Zhenhong took out the handkerchief she carried with her, raised Di Xin's hand that had cut off the tall storyteller's neck, and then wiped Di Xin carefully with the handkerchief.

When Fu Zhenhong was wiping Di Xin's fingers, Di Xin didn't speak, just quietly lowered his eyes, looking at the man in red in front of him.

Fu Zhenhong wiped it gently, and Di Xin looked at him with extra gentle eyes.There seems to be a unique magnetic field between the two that is not disturbed by anyone. They are like the most suitable soul mates for each other.

I can be an enemy of the world for you, and you will stand by my side without hesitation when I am betrayed by everyone.

I defend you and give you blatant favoritism.

You also understand me, understand my arrogance and uninhibitedness, understand my own way, and my refusal to obey the rules.

After Fu Zhenhong wiped the non-existing dust for Di Xin, Di Xin grabbed Fu Zhenhong before he was about to withdraw his hand.

"Daji, it's rare for someone to take you out of the palace to play, but I didn't expect such a bad thing to happen to you." After Di Xin finished speaking, he glanced at the audience below.

Those who were caught by his eyes lowered their heads in horror, their bodies trembled more violently, and those who were less able to bear it even almost peed on their pants.

Fu Zhenhong was not in the mood to stay here any longer, he held Di Xin's hand back, and interlocked Di Xin's fingers like no one else, "Let's go, let's go back."

Di Xin nodded, "Okay."

When the people below heard the words, they thought that Di Xin would not pursue it. They were about to breathe a sigh of relief when they heard Di Xin's voice change, "But..."

Suddenly, their ears tightened, and their hearts instantly rose to their throats.

"But these people below, how do Daji think the widow should deal with them?" Di Xin handed over the decision to Fu Zhenhong.

Fu Zhenhong didn't answer immediately, but pursed her lips in thought.

Seeing this, the people below were all crying, thinking that this time they must be doomed. You must know that although they heard that Su Daji's beauty was stunning and beautiful, but her temperament was very vicious and ruthless. Su Daji came up with the idea of ​​the cannonball torture that was implemented just now.

Right now, the King of Shang is entrusting their life and death rights to this Su Daji, and they are afraid that they will be the first group of people who will be tortured by the cannon.

In the end, these people couldn't help closing their eyes, as if they were waiting for the imminent death penalty.

However, to everyone's surprise, in the next second they heard from Su Daji's words: "Your Majesty, you can take this short storyteller back to the palace for interrogation. As for the others..."

Speaking of this, Fu Zhenhong paused for a moment, as if thinking of something, and then continued: "My lord, isn't Lutai under construction, why don't we add these people to the construction list of Nandanzhitai .”

When everyone heard this, they all breathed a sigh of relief.

As long as it is not the death penalty, it is already a good result.

Now let's see how Shang Wang will answer.

Di Xin said: "Daji, I will do as you say."

Hearing Di Xin's reply, the boulder that had been hanging in the bottom of the hearts of the people below finally fell down. After escaping the catastrophe, while they were afraid for a while, their emotions were also quite complicated.

Su Daji, doesn't seem to be as cruel and innocent as the rumors?

And the voice that came from under the veil just now is very nice, it is a kind of melody that is neither high nor low, gently and slowly, and is seductive with appropriate benefits. Itchy tingling heat.

Perhaps because they knew that their lives were safe, these people quietly raised their eyelids, took a peek at the man in red on the stage, and wanted to take another look at Su Daji.

Since the height of the stands was about half a meter, the difference in angle made some people below raise their eyes, and they could vaguely see half of Fu Zhenhong's chin.

Although they didn't see the whole picture, just relying on the small half of the jade-like white chin, they can already imagine how charming the covered face is, perhaps even more beautiful than those fairies in the sky point.

Rumor has it that Su Daji was transformed by a heart-eating monster, specially to confuse the King of Shang. Before that, they had always believed in this rumor, but what happened today shook their hearts and made them Faintly understood why King Shang loved this man so much.

Su Daji, this beauty who seems to be bewitched even by the strands of her hair, is actually not so difficult to understand that she will be favored infinitely.

Di Xin frowned at the people below who were spying on Fu Zhenhong's face. His lips moved, and he was about to speak, but Fu Zhenhong pinched Di Xin's fingers and said again: "Let's go, what should we do?" Back to the palace."

Di Xin stared at Fu Zhenhong for a few seconds, and finally nodded without saying anything.

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After returning to the palace, Di Xin immediately sent someone to seal up the inn, the waiter and the shopkeeper were temporarily detained, and the short storyteller was locked in the prison of the palace.

As for the audience in the audience, they were all added to the list of building the deer platform, and they had to pick up tools and start construction the next day.

Because he wanted to find out who was behind the storyteller, so Di Xin didn't stay in Fu Zhenhong's courtyard for long. He asked Cuiyuan to bring the white cat to Fu Zhenhong to relieve his boredom, and then went to the prison. Plan to personally interrogate the short storyteller.

Di Xin should have guessed it too. The identity of the instigator behind the storyteller is not simple, and may even involve some magical powers, so he did not directly hand it over to his trusted people for interrogation as in the past.

After Di Xin left, Fu Zhenhong glanced at the white cat brought in by Cui Yuan, and motioned Cui Yuan to put the white cat on the wooden bench.

"Has this cat eaten?" Fu Zhenhong asked Cuiyuan casually.

Cui Yuan replied truthfully: "The servant girl fed it some pastries during the period of taking care of it."

"Well," Fu Zhenhong said to Cui Yuan, "You go down first."

Cui Yuan knew that her master didn't like to have others around her, so she nodded and quietly retreated out.

Now, only Fu Zhenhong and Bo Yikao in the form of a white cat were left in the spacious room.

Being alone with Su Daji made Bo Yikao a little inexplicably nervous, especially the more silent the atmosphere was, the stronger this feeling became.He knew that Su Daji and Di Xin left the palace today, but he didn't know what happened to them outside the palace.

He is now in the cat's body, even if he is a little curious in his heart, it is impossible to ask aloud.

And Fu Zhenhong didn't say anything, he just glanced at Bo Yikao indifferently, and then played the game of chess with Di Xin on his own.

For a while, the room was so quiet that there was only the slight sound of chess pieces falling on the board.

Bo Yikao looked at Su Daji who was lowering his eyelids and focusing all his attention on the chessboard. It was not his illusion. Just now when Su Daji was looking at him, there was a flash of something in his eyes that seemed to be Natural sigh.

What made Su Daji understand?

What did he understand?

This unknown feeling made Bo Yikao a little flustered. He had too many doubts about Su Daji.

Although Fu Zhenhong didn't look at Bo Yikao, he felt Bo Yikao's emotions, but he didn't give Bo Yikao any response or answer. His eyes were fixed on the chessboard, but what he was thinking about today was the what happened at the inn.

Those two storytellers behaved too abnormally, especially the tall storyteller, as if he had been completely brainwashed. If it was just purely man-made words, it would be impossible to achieve such a good effect.Fu Zhenhong originally wanted to find out if the tall storyteller's body had been subjected to fluctuations, but before he had time, Di Xin cut off the man's neck.

Thinking of Di Xin, Fu Zhenhong's mind resurfaced what Di Xin said.Originally, Fu Zhenhong didn't have so many sighs, but after seeing Bo Yikao, she thought about the indifference and calmness of the other party who conformed to her fate and didn't fear death, and also thought about Di Xin's rebellion of not believing in gods, let alone the cause and effect of heaven.

These two people are like two extremes.Or to be more precise, after comparing Di Xin with everyone here, they all seem to be completely opposite extremes.

In the world of Conferred Gods, perhaps Di Xin is the only one who does not recognize the destiny and is unwilling to submit to the divine right.

[Xiaohong, will such a Shang king lose? ] The weak chicken system asked this question again.

【have no idea. ] Fu Zhenhong's answer was still the same as before, and there was no other reason. Before the result of the matter came out, no one could explain it clearly.

Fu Zhenhong looked at the black and white pieces on the chessboard, and placed them in their respective positions.

Heizi is like Chaoge, while Baizi is Xiqi.If each chess piece represents a person, the black pieces rushing forward should be Wen Taishi, Huang Feihu, Deng Jiugong, etc. As for the white pieces, if there are no major changes, there should be Yang Jian and Nezha. people.

The duel between Shu and Shu is Shen Gongbao and Jiang Ziya.

Fu Zhenhong put these chess pieces one by one, and when the board was almost covered with chess pieces and the game was still a draw, Fu Zhenhong picked up the last black and white stones and placed them on the board.

[Xiao Hong, who is the last white piece? 】

[Yuanshi Tianzun, Yuqing. 】

[What about Heizi? 】

【I. 】

【Eh? ! ! ! 】The weak chicken system was shocked, 【Are you standing in line? 】

[Not really] Fu Zhenhong gave an ambiguous answer to the overly simple brain of the weak chicken system.

In Fu Zhenhong's eyes, there has never been such a thing as standing in line or not, only strategies that change according to changes in the situation.

"Master, it's time for dinner." At this moment, Cui Yuan's voice sounded from outside the room.

Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong glanced at the sky outside the window, and before she knew it, it was already evening.

After Cui Yuan came in, before Fu Zhenhong asked her, Cui Yuan took the initiative to reply: "Master, Your Majesty sent someone to tell you to eat first and go to bed early after eating."

Fu Zhenhong heard the meaning of the message, and asked in a flat tone: "Your Majesty is with the National Teacher?"

"Yes, master," Cui Yuan said, "The king and the national teacher are interrogating the prisoner brought back today in the prison."

Fu Zhenhong nodded. The short storyteller was not as obviously brainwashed as the tall storyteller, and it was not easy to find out whether there were fluctuations in magic in his body. I'm afraid we will discuss it with Shen Gongbao tonight.

Fu Zhenhong restrained her expression and asked Cui Yuan to pass on the meal.

After dinner, Fu Zhenhong read the story books for a while. He flipped through them very quickly, and he finished two books in a short time.

When Fu Zhenhong read the fifth book, it was completely dark. He put down the script and asked Cui Yuan to collect the collected folk scripts, and then went to the bathing pool alone.

When Fu Zhenhong returned to the room after taking a bath, she changed into clothes and found Bo Yikao in the form of a white cat sitting on the edge of the chessboard, looking down at Fu Zhenhong's chess game, which almost covered the entire chessboard.

His eyes were focused, as if he was analyzing the chess game carefully, perhaps because he was watching so seriously that he didn't even notice that Fu Zhenhong came in.

Fu Zhenhong crossed her arms, leaned against the doorpost, and asked with great interest, "Did you see anything?"

It was only then that Bo Yikao came back to his senses from the chess game. He raised his head and looked towards the source of the voice.

After seeing Fu Zhenhong's clothes clearly, Bo Yikao's small white fluffy ears turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.