Chapter 309

She believed that her fate would always be in her own hands.

As long as she and the Yin-Yang School did not become enemies with that youth.

She would definitely be able to protect the Yin-Yang School from that youth.

A firm light flashed in the Moon Goddess's eyes.

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To say who was the happiest in this matter, it belonged to Fusu in Xianyanggong.

Since knowing that there was heavy rain in the Northwest, he knew that His Majesty's prayer ceremony must have succeeded.

"Xing Hun, I believe His Majesty will return soon."

"I knew that with His Majesty's destiny, the prayer ceremony would definitely succeed."

Fusu's face was full of smiles.

And Xing Hun beside him sat there calmly.

Since Zhang Han left, Fusu had no sense of security in the palace.

Originally he ~ didn't have this feeling.

But since the assassination by the black-clad man, this feeling of his was very strong.

Since having this feeling, he let Xing Hun follow by his side every day.

Since Xing Hun stayed by his side every day, he no longer had that feeling of panic.

Xing Hun listened to Fusu's words, but his eyes flickered.

This old fox Ying Zheng was not easy to control.

But he also had to agree with the Moon Goddess that the power of Great Qin could only be exerted to ten percent in Ying Zheng's hands.

Ying Zheng's three sons, perhaps that eldest prince might be able to exert the power of Great Qin,

But this Fusu and the already dead Young Master Hu Hai were completely impossible to exert the power of Great Qin.

Xing Hun could only sigh secretly in his heart.

If it weren't for the Moon Goddess, he himself would be more inclined to control Fusu to master Great Qin.

"Xing Hun, State Preceptor..."

Fusu shouted twice loudly.

Xing Hun reacted and looked at Fusu.

"State Preceptor, what are you thinking about?"

Fusu looked at Xing Hun with some doubt.

After all, he just said a long paragraph, but the State Preceptor had no reaction at all.

Fusu was not displeased because of this.

He was just thinking about what the State Preceptor was thinking.

Xing Hun's face still had a calm expression.

"I was just thinking about when His Majesty will return."

Speaking of this problem, the smile on Fusu's face was even more obvious.

"During this time of handling government affairs, I also have some insights, I believe His Majesty will not be disappointed this time."

A faint smile appeared on Fusu's face.

Xing Hun was calm on the surface, but sneered disdainfully in his heart.

Doesn't this fool know that the memorials he handles every day are carefully selected by others?

Those memorials that were slightly difficult and might affect the foundation of the country were not sent to Fusu at all.

So Fusu didn't feel any pressure after handling government affairs for so long.

Those difficult memorials were all handled by old officials privately arranged by Ying Zheng.

But Xing Hun didn't intend to tell Fusu these things.

"Young Master, since His Majesty has returned, I happen to want to retreat for a period of time."

Xing Hun spoke again.

He had initially gained Fusu's trust.

But Ying Zheng was not a fuel-efficient lamp, once Ying Zheng returned, it would definitely cause suspicion.

So the best way for him at the current stage was not to appear in front of Ying Zheng and Fusu.

Fusu was slightly stunned, and then nodded.

He had also heard that experts with such high strength would retreat every once in a while.

Every time they came out of retreat, their strength would be even more powerful.

Experts with such terrifying strength like the State Preceptor would definitely retreat often.

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From the day the news was confirmed, Ying Zheng began to set off, preparing to return to Xianyanggong.

Ying Mo's speed was much faster than his, arriving at Xianyanggong a few days ahead of Ying Zheng.

Yuan Zuozong also returned to Xianyanggong from the Northwest.

This time, besides the heavy rain in the Northwest, he also brought an additional piece of news to Ying Mo.

"Young Master, since you distributed the broken silver to the people in the Northwest, I also found a force hidden among the people."

"Just arrived in the Northwest, after taking over the forces there, I discovered this force hidden among the people."

"I let the Heavenly Secret Pavilion investigate it, and found that they were actually people from the Nong School."

Yuan Zuozong reported this news to Ying Mo.

Ying Mo was slightly surprised when he heard the Nong School.

You know, this force was very, very low-key.

They basically wouldn't appear in the Jianghu.

It was even more low-key than the low-key of the Mohist School.

The Mohist School at least had a location.

But the Nong School hid deeper, having a feeling of "the great hermit hides in the city".

Perhaps every farmer in the world was their eyes and ears, and perhaps every farmer in the world was their disciple.

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This was the terrifying thing about the Nong School.

Like this kind of force, collecting news was more convenient than any other force.

Hearing Yuan Zuozong mention this force, Ying Mo's eyes flickered.

Now every time he heard those forces, the first thing he suspected was whether these forces participated in the matter five years ago.

"Let Lu Bing investigate it, I want to know if the Nong School has participated in the matter five years ago."

Ying Mo said in a deep voice.

The clues were basically completely broken now.

But he knew that the real culprit had not been solved.

At least the black-clad man who appeared on the battlefield back then, he still had no whereabouts.

Ying Mo then thought of the person he imprisoned in the dungeon.

He still didn't know the identity of that person.

Thinking of something, he raised his foot and walked toward the dungeon.

Yuan Zuozong didn't know why, followed behind Ying Mo, and walked into the dungeon together.

Donghuang Taiyi, who hadn't seen the sun for a long time, was squinting and leaning against a wall.

At this moment, two sharp knives were inserted into his shoulder blades.

These two sharp knives completely abolished his cultivation.

Making him have no ability to escape from the dungeon.