Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 2509 Reliable

"There has never been a clear rule that the Son of God should be the national teacher," Murong Feilan smiled at Ji Jiashu who looked puzzled, "I just think so out of habit."

"Lord Mountain Ghost cannot come down from the Xiling Snow Mountain. It is very inconvenient for you to command the battle on the Great Wall these days."

Even though the mountain ghost could transmit sound over thousands of miles, the fact that the imperial teacher could not be present at the battle scene in person in times of crisis would still somewhat undermine the morale of the soldiers.

"So after discussion, Lord Shan Gui decided to give up the position of national teacher."

Murong Feilan said, "The King of Later Liao has announced to the world that the position of the National Master will be temporarily held by the Second Prince Murong Feixu. When the new White Tiger Divine Son appears, we will consider whether to choose a new National Master of Later Liao."

It is reasonable to make such a decision during wartime, but the choice of this person...

Murong Feixu?

Ji Jiashu's eyes twitched slightly, "So you are now..."

"I'm Feixu," Murong Feilan looked at Ji Jiashu with a smile, "I met Chunhua Jun once at the Intermediate Level Ceremony. Have you forgotten?"

Ok……

It seems that the two brothers are playing identity swap again.

Ji Jiashu finally understood that when Murong Feilan wanted to move freely, he would turn into his second brother Murong Feixu, who looked similar to him.

After spending time together under the snow-capped mountains of Xiling, he would no longer mistake the two brothers. Just by looking at their eyes, Ji Jiashu knew that the other party was not the former second prince of Later Liao, Murong Feixu, but the former crown prince of Later Liao and now the king of Later Liao - Murong Feilan.

Ji Jiashu could understand why Murong Feilan wanted to hide his identity. After all, he had to pretend to be a younger brother to participate in the middle-level ceremony before. Now that he was the King of Later Liao, it was impossible for him to go out casually, let alone visit the Afang Palace at night.

only……

Why not let the real Murong Feixu come?

Ji Jiashu stared at the man standing at the bottom of the stairs with a smile on his face.

As the King of Later Liao, he should be busy with many affairs now. What could be the matter that required a king of a country to come to Afang Palace in person late at night?

Later Liao had already become independent, so there was no need to notify the King of Former Qin about the replacement of the imperial teacher.

"Chunhua," Murong Feilan saw Ji Jiashu's confusion and smiled at him, "Is she okay? I'm here to see her."

Ji Jiashu's heart was struck hard, and he immediately understood the purpose of Murong Feilan's late-night visit.

"You come with me."

Although the guards were full of confusion, when they saw Ji Jiashu leading the way personally, they made way without saying anything.

Ji Jiashu brought Murong Feilan to Ying Baoyue's study and set up a barrier.

Murong Feilan sensed it, stopped and looked at him.

"Her condition is not good," Ji Jiashu stared at the closed study door in front of him, "Something happened to Li Ji."

"Jun Zhaohua?"

Murong Feilan's eyes became serious and he sighed deeply, "No wonder."

"I don't know how much you know," Ji Jiashu said, "I can't tell you much, go in and ask yourself. I'm leaving first."

Murong Feilan was slightly surprised, "Are you willing to let me go in alone?"

"Why should I worry?" Ji Jiashu smiled. "I have done everything I can do. The rest is up to you."

After saying that, he turned and walked down the stairs.

Murong Feilan looked at the young man's back with respect in his eyes.

He turned around and looked at the closed study door, his expression becoming serious again. With a creak, he pushed the door open.

……

……

Ying Baoyue, who was sitting at the desk, raised his head. When he saw the person coming, there was no surprise in his eyes.

"We haven't seen each other for a long time, you are a little surprised."

Murong Feilan closed the door and spoke with a smile.

"But I've already sensed your presence."

Ying Baoyue smiled helplessly and put down the memorial in his hand, "Why are you here?"

Murong Feilan casually walked to the desk and flipped through the pile of official documents on the desk. "It seems that your throne is really not easy to sit on."

"You're still blaming me," Ying Baoyue smiled bitterly, "Does it feel easy for you to sit there?"

"I accepted this fate at least a dozen years ago," Murong Feilan leaned over the table and looked into her eyes, "but to be honest, I didn't expect you to make such a choice."

When he received the news that Ying Baoyue had ascended the throne as the King of Former Qin in Later Liao, he was truly shocked.

Murong Feilan was well aware of how difficult it would be to become the first female monarch on the Shanhai Continent when even female cultivators were resisted.

Back then, the Great God of Destiny Lin Shubai did not touch the royal power even though he was so close to the throne, but Ying Baoyue chose to take this path.

Ying Baoyue was silent for a moment, then looked up at him, "Do you think Ying Su will blame me?"

"This is an impossible assumption," Murong Feilan tapped her forehead with his fingertips, "You are so smart, but it seems that you are really tired and unconscious."

"If Ying Su was still here, you wouldn't have to shoulder this burden at all," Murong Feilan sighed as he looked at Ying Baoyue's thin face. "To be honest, in my original vision, Ying Su would become the emperor, and you would become his imperial teacher."

This was the most beautiful match he could have imagined when he was young. This vision made him finally willing to give up his engagement with Princess Zhaoyang and accept his original fate.

But Ying Su's untimely death changed all that.

"Anyone with a discerning eye can see that Xun'er is not suitable to be the emperor," Murong Feilan played with the strands of hair by Ying Baoyue's ears, "To be honest, Ying Su was not suitable back then either."

Ying Su was too kind-hearted and not good at political tactics, so he eventually became a victim of the court struggle.

"How dare you say that," Ying Baoyue smiled bitterly, "You clearly said before that he would become a good emperor."

"That is based on the premise that you will be by his side to assist him," Murong Feilan said calmly, "Ying Su's ability is not as good as Emperor Taizu's, and this is obvious to all."

Ying Xun's ability is even inferior to that of his father, and he was raised by ministers since childhood. If he ascended the throne in such a chaotic world, he would only become a puppet to be used.

"Even if Ying Su was still alive, he wouldn't want to see his son become such a cowardly king."

Now that Ying Baoyue has taken on this tough job and shouldered all the pressure for his son, it would be too late for Ying Su to be happy... No.

Murong Feilan looked at Ying Baoyue's face and sighed.

If Ying Su were still alive, he would be heartbroken seeing her like this.

"You don't have to worry about Ying Xun. If he ascends the throne like this, he will not have a good ending." Murong Feilan stood up. "I came here tonight to take him away. Tell others that he was unwell and went to Xiling Snow Mountain to recuperate. There is a place to accommodate him there."

"I will take care of him for the rest of his life, and it will be worth it for me to be friends with his father."

Murong Feilan is really a reliable adult