Chapter 1166

He Lingchuan couldn't help but laugh: "What a god-like assist." Panlongcheng reduced taxes for its citizens, but Xiluo Nation wanted to collect more taxes from Panlongcheng; everyone here from top to bottom must be unhappy.

After eating, He Lingchuan put his questions aside. Returning from a business trip for more than half a year, he had to find a place to live again.

Panlongcheng's civilian houses were divided into nine grades; when he first entered Panlongcheng, he lived in a wooden house, the second to last grade, with a small and cramped space. Later, he never changed his house.

But now, he was qualified to live in a luxury house. Panlongcheng's military merit system was very strict, but he had climbed to his current position by his own ability.

Panlongcheng's luxury houses were divided into four grades; the lowest grade was the "Golden House," which was also the highest grade of luxury house that a wealthy person without military merit could buy.

The three grades of luxury houses above that couldn't be bought with money.

Since He Lingchuan's power and money were earned by his own efforts, why couldn't he enjoy them properly?

But Sun Fuling declined. She didn't have enough financial resources to buy a Golden House, but she didn't want to stay in He Lingchuan's home.

So He Lingchuan lowered his grade by two and chose a Copper House—

The reason he didn't choose a Silver House was because there was only one left.

Sun Fuling had presided over the Yuheng Academy for two years, teaching without discrimination, deeply loved by teachers and students, and promoted the integration of Xiji residents and Panlongcheng people, completing the tasks assigned by Panlongcheng.

With the merits she earned, plus the military merits she had accumulated before, she could also exchange for a Copper House.

After selection, these two Copper Houses were separated by a wall.

Thus, the two became neighbors in Panlongcheng again.

Although it wasn't as big or as quiet as the residence in Yuheng City, the Copper House already had heaven and earth, the courtyard was about twenty square meters, there was a side room next to the main house that could serve as a guest room, the kitchen was spacious, and there was a firewood room for storage.

Sun Fuling was quite satisfied.

At the base of the wall of one of the Copper Houses, there was a half-dead star jasmine, drooping and withered. Sun Fuling said: "I'll choose this one!"

He Lingchuan had no objection. He didn't have much leisure to take care of flowers and plants; after Master Sun finished planting her own courtyard, she would definitely extend her "magic claws" to his house.

Outside his courtyard, there was a maple tree that extended half of its canopy into his house; it was still half green and half red this season. It would take another month before it was as gorgeous as a fire cloud.

Sun Fuling had already begun to look forward to the good days of drinking tea and eating cakes under the fire tree.

After seeing the house, He Lingchuan accompanied the beauty to the market for a long time, happily choosing furniture and daily necessities.

An afternoon of laughter.

Looking at the teacher's smiling face, He Lingchuan occasionally lost his focus.

"What are you thinking about?" Sun Fuling had an osmanthus cake in her mouth.

She was delicate and always attracted passersby to look back. But she herself had no burden and liked to eat while walking.

"Oh, I was thinking, a good life and a good life can turn ghosts into humans."

Sun Fuling was startled and bumped him lightly with her elbow: "Tell me clearly, who is a ghost!"

"I wouldn't dare, of course not our teacher!" He Lingchuan snatched the pastry from her hand and swallowed it in one bite. "Even if you really were, I would turn you into a human!"

Sun Fuling spat at him: "Talking nonsense again."

In fact, at that moment just now, He Lingchuan thought of Consort Mei.

The world she lived in could force people into evil ghosts alive. If she wasn't more evil and ruthless than other ghosts, she wouldn't have a way to live at all.

And that was the real world He Lingchuan lived in.

If he couldn't be prepared for danger in times of peace and plan ahead, the prosperity and peace of the Yangshan Islands would only become a small bubble in history.

Just like the Giant Deer Nation that once had hope.

The two were decorating their new home when the red falcon flapped its wings and landed on the maple tree, dropping the first eagle feather into He Lingchuan's new courtyard.

"Commander Zhong is back."

He Lingchuan threw it a piece of dried meat: "Thank you for your hard work."

Zhong Shengguang's study.

The Bright Lamp was in a box, and He Lingchuan handed it to Zhong Shengguang.

Seeing that unique and warm red light, Zhong Shengguang immediately took it with both hands: "You've worked hard."

His joy wasn't overflowing, but He Lingchuan could sense his relief and good mood, so he took the opportunity to ask: "How have General Hong and Lady Mitian been in the past six months?"

"Times are different now, the Panlong Wasteland environment is great, so there is no need for Lady Mitian to descend frequently." Zhong Shengguang's expression became serious. "She is actually not very satisfied with this point."

He Lingchuan was sharp and understood the meaning within the words immediately: after Panlongcheng solved its survival crisis, General Hong didn't want Lady Mitian to descend frequently.

How can a vessel resist a Heavenly God?

So Lady Mitian was a little unhappy.

However, He Lingchuan had already understood at this time that there was also a rift between Lady Mitian and Panlongcheng, and they were not of one heart.

Non-my-race, their hearts must be different. If the relationship between Heavenly Gods and humans is cooperation rather than rule, it is mostly bumpy; how can they be truly in love?

"Getting the Bright Lamp at this time is like giving me a reassurance pill!" Zhong Shengguang carefully put away the Bright Lamp, and finally had a smile on his face.

He Lingchuan saw his openness and probed again: "Does the Bright Lamp really have such a big effect?"

Zhong Shengguang glanced at him: "This is a secret that even General Hong doesn't know; I can only reveal a little to you—"

In his smile, there was a rare bit of mystery: "Do you think the Great Fanghu is truly spiritless?"

After saying this, he stopped.

What does this mean? He Lingchuan was confused. Was Zhong Shengguang telling him that the Great Fanghu had a spirit?

Thinking about it, his Soul-Absorbing Mirror had a talkative artifact spirit; could a supreme treasure as magical and vast as the Great Fanghu really have no autonomous consciousness?

But why didn't the Three-Water True Person mention it before, and why didn't even General Hong know this secret?

Also, what does this have to do with the Bright Lamp? He Lingchuan had explored so much, but he didn't understand whether he was closer to the truth or further away. Zhong Shengguang asked him again: "Were there any twists and turns on this trip east?"

He Lingchuan then told him about his experiences along the way, and then said: "The Flash Gold Plain isn't all mud; at least the Giant Deer monarch is ambitious and capable. If there were more people like him, the Flash Gold Plain would have hope."

"I hope he isn't ambitious but incompetent." Zhong Shengguang was cautiously optimistic. "Over the past thousand years, there has been no lack of such figures in the world. Why hasn't the Flash Gold Plain risen yet?"

There must be a problem at the root.

He Lingchuan couldn't answer this, because later facts proved that Zhong Shengguang was right.

He could only change the subject: "Having been away for half a year, the Panlong Wasteland has undergone drastic changes again; I actually saw wasteland elephants on my way back."

Giant elephants are high-end combat power that can make other countries drool. Even in the demon nation of Beijia, the status of the Treasure Elephant Nation is very important, and the Demon Emperor is very respectful to the Treasure Elephant monarch, isn't it because there is a large group of war elephants there? "That was dug over by me from the Bolang Nation in the south. Imperial Flow Fluid has come more than ten times, but the people's livelihood in the Bolang Nation hasn't improved significantly, and instead, they started fighting again; these great demons also felt bored, so they simply came to join Panlongcheng." Zhong Shengguang laughed. "Some came by reputation."

The shadow of a tree, the name of a person; Panlongcheng became famous, so it was naturally easy to absorb external talent.

At this stage, Panlongcheng needed experts and great powers to sit in town, the more the better.

Just like Beijia, it's not just the army that is famous, but also countless great demons.

"I have something I want to ask her. It's very important."

He Lingchuan understood: "Seeing Panlongcheng doing so well here, Lingshan has also increased its investment here."

In reality, he had been in contact with Lingshan for a period of time and found that what this organization did was investment; before it saw your potential, it wouldn't make a move at all.

He Lingchuan then cut to the chase: "I heard that the Xiluo Nation is making moves again?"

Zhong Shengguang's smile slowly disappeared.

"Yes, but it's not the Xiluo Nation making moves, but Beijia."

He Lingchuan's heart sank slightly. Panlongcheng had only lived a good life for more than a year, and Beijia came to make trouble? "The new Xiluo monarch took the throne, and it was supported by Beijia; otherwise, he originally had ambition but was the least favored; after he usurped power, two great generals refused to accept it and rebelled, and the new monarch asked Beijia for help. The latter actually sent troops into the country to suppress the uprising!"

"Borrowing troops?" The Xiluo Nation had finally reached this step, He Lingchuan immediately thought of Nian Zanli. The difference between the two was that Nian Zanli went to stick to Beijia himself, while the Xiluo Nation was calculated by Beijia. "Was it suppressed?"

"With Beijia making a move, how could it not succeed? It was just a month's time, both uprisings were suppressed, and the instigators were beheaded and displayed to the public." Zhong Shengguang said leisurely, "Heh, with Beijia backing him, the new monarch's position was quickly secured."

He walked to the window and looked at the blue sky and white clouds. "How could Beijia put Xiluo in its eyes normally? It suddenly intervened in politics, and of course, there would be additional conditions."

Xiluo was weak, and Beijia was too lazy to clean it up.

The northern demon nation's territory hadn't expanded for a long time, and it didn't care about these small countries that lived and died around it.

He Lingchuan understood as soon as he heard it: "The secret deal between Beijia and the new monarch is aimed at Panlongcheng, right?"

"It should be." Zhong Shengguang shook his head. "They knew we would never accept these two orders, but they insisted on issuing them."

This was deliberately disgusting people.

No matter how well Panlongcheng developed, in name, it was still Xiluo Nation's territory.

Reasonably speaking, Zhong Shengguang, as a local official, should still obey the orders of the Xiluo Nation.

He hadn't obeyed before, and what good ending did he have? Now the Xiluo Nation had ordered again, Zhong Shengguang ignored it, this was disobedience! Just from the perspective of monarch-subject morality, Zhong Shengguang could only accept this loss.

"I heard the discussion as soon as I entered the city; it seems the news spread very timely."

"Yes." Zhong Shengguang had a faint sarcasm in his words. "Beijia played this move, and of course, it had to spread our disobedience to the whole territory. After all, Panlongcheng still has many old people who are attached to their hometown and have always wanted to go back. If they can induce them to be alienated from Panlongcheng, even if it's just planting a seed of dissatisfaction, it couldn't be better."

(End of chapter)