Sheng Fu

Chapter 753 Flowers Bloom in the Dark Night [Please collect! Please subscribe! Please recommend! ]

Emperor Ling said, "I heard that you are quite good at chess."

When he first arrived in Lingdu, Yuwen Jun used his chess skills to suppress Ji Caiyin, which was a sensitive period when Princess Yan Che was holding a martial arts competition to win her hand in marriage. This was considered a good story.

Yu Wenjun understood and asked, "Your Majesty, do you mean this?"

Emperor Ling had a slight thought, and outside the hall, the Lingmi Guards brought the chessboard and chess pieces.

Without further ado, Yuwen Jun played with the white pieces and Lingdi played with the black pieces, and the game began.

In the past, when playing chess, Yuwen Jun would think about the level of his opponent. Now, Yuwen Jun no longer thinks about these things, and there is no point in thinking about them.

He knew that he was no match for Emperor Ling.

Whatever step you take is what you get, just like the current situation.

In the beginning, they wrestled with each other. Yuwen Jun's chess style was moderate and peaceful, with his edge hidden, while Lingdi's chess style was both hard and soft, and impeccable.

After thirty moves, Yu Wenjun gradually showed signs of fatigue.

Yuwen Jun felt disappointed, for he knew that Emperor Ling's gambling was just a whim and a way to kill time.

The moves were made casually, but Yu Wenjun was stretched to the limit.

After half an incense stick of time, Yu Wenjun was completely wiped out and there was no possibility of a comeback.

Yu Wenjun laughed at himself and said, "I have played chess with many people. Qiu Qing, the prime minister of the human race, and Bai Xiaowei, the demon king, have also played chess with him."

"I thought I would make some progress, but I didn't expect that I would still be so vulnerable in front of His Majesty."

Emperor Ling said softly: "Some skills cannot be mastered overnight."

"You are already very good."

"Walk around with me and stay for dinner tonight."

Yu Wenjun was slightly startled, but he was not in a hurry. Now that the Dragon Controlling Army had been established, he felt relieved.

Yu Wenjun said: "But many people already know that I came here. If I stay in the Spirit Palace for too long, it will inevitably give some people room for imagination. But I don't want to become a middleman used by many Spiritual Clan officials to establish connections."

Emperor Ling smiled and said, "From the moment the Dragon Guards are established, many people will pay attention to you. Pay attention to Zhong Yi. You have already caused a stir. Now all you need to do is ride on the waves."

Yu Wenjun savored it carefully, smiled knowingly and said, "That makes sense."

The two walked out of the Hall of All Souls and paced around the palace.

Rare and exotic plants, rising mist, the palace and the surrounding areas seem like a fairyland.

"Has Gu Yong ever mentioned me?" Emperor Ling stood in front of the railing, with his hands behind his back, looking towards the north with a slightly melancholy expression.

He knew that Gu Yong was in danger now, and he felt sad when he thought that Gu Yong had no time to take care of Bei Hanfei.

Yu Wenjun hesitated for a moment, not expecting His Majesty to ask this.

How should he answer? If he tells the truth, it will inevitably hurt feelings.

"Tell the truth." Emperor Ling said.

Yu Wenjun lowered his head slightly and said softly, "He is very cool and rarely mentions the people around him. He has never mentioned Your Majesty."

Upon hearing this, Emperor Ling couldn't help but laugh.

As fate would have it, when Gu Yong was young, the human race and the elves had not yet started to interact with each other, and the two races had a deep historical hatred, so he and Bei Hanfei could not be together legitimately.

Now, under this situation, Bei Hanfei is pregnant, but Gu Yong still cannot stay with Bei Hanfei for a long time.

If you talk about guilt towards Gu Yong, Your Majesty may feel a little bit in his heart.

Whether it is the Human Emperor or the Spiritual Emperor, they both feel a little sorry for Gu Yong deep in their hearts.

Yuwen Jun added, "He has a broad mind and a broad mind, and he can swallow up mountains and seas. He will not take these right and wrong, grudges, and hatreds to heart. Your Majesty is wise enough to see this."

Emperor Ling said calmly: "There is no need to speak for Gu Yong like this. I once hated him, but now I am relieved. The king can control the situation in the world, but he cannot control the people's feelings."

"It's fate, it's cause and effect, I should accept it calmly."

Yu Wenjun stopped talking. There were some things he couldn't decide for Gu Yong.

What I really wish for is that the two of them can sit together, have a meal, and drink some wine to forget their past grudges.

It should be very lively by then...

into the night.

In the Wanling Palace, His Majesty the Emperor Ling and the young master of the dragon clan ate hot pot.

"It tastes great if you eat it occasionally." Emperor Ling said.

A pot of imperial wine was placed on the table, the aroma of the wine and the aroma of the hot pot rising together but not mixing together.

Yu Wenjun asked curiously, "Will this meal tonight leave a mark in the history books of the Spirit Clan?"

Emperor Ling asked back: "Then do you want to leave a mark?"

Yu Wenjun was speechless for a moment, and said: "If I leave a record, it will become a good story in the future. Your Majesty and I eating hot pot together will also make many writers in the future talk about it with relish."

Emperor Ling smiled and said, "That's right."

If it were someone else, Emperor Ling would not have such leisure and elegance, but Yuwen Jun was Gu Yong's apprentice and was also taking care of Zhong Yi in disguise, so Emperor Ling had some ambition.

"Zhong Yi likes spears. I asked our master to refine a holy weapon. The spear in his hand is called the Dragon-Controlling Spear." Yu Wenjun suddenly mentioned.

The Dragon Clan did have many materials for forging holy weapons. When His Majesty the Emperor remembered that it was the one who personally sacrificed and refined the holy weapons, he felt much more relieved and said to Yu Wenjun: "Thank you, I didn't even know that he liked spears. I always thought that he was a pure sword cultivator." Yu Wenjun said: "Perhaps there are some things that are difficult to say between you and your majesty."

Emperor Ling was silent for a moment, then he smiled and said, "That makes sense. There are indeed many times when it is difficult to talk between a father and a son."

"I feel relieved to have you taking care of me."

Yu Wenjun said: "Not taking care of me. Perhaps, he will have the talent of a general by then, and will take good care of me to a certain extent. He may even become a famous general in the future."

To become a famous general, it means getting stained with a lot of blood, going through countless battles, and countless thrilling intrigues. As a father, he naturally does not want his son to take this path.

But if the son has his own ambitions, as a father, even if he does not support it, he can only acquiesce.

What's more, it is such a father-son relationship that cannot be exposed to the public.

His Majesty had a good appetite for this dinner and drank many glasses of wine with Yuwen Jun.

Although Yuwen Jun himself did not like drinking, he was in high spirits tonight and drank with His Majesty without caring about etiquette.

"I am very pleased to meet you," said His Majesty.

When talking with Yuwen Jun today, His Majesty always called himself "I" instead of "Zhen". His Majesty really regarded Yuwen Jun as his own, both a friend and a confidant. Because of Gu Yong, if you think carefully, Yuwen Jun is more or less related to His Majesty.

The taste of life will never be sweet, sour, bitter or spicy. It is just a one-sided taste of life. However, many people have endowed the so-called taste of life with too many things that they cannot even explain.

After eating hot pot, Yu Wenjun walked out of Ling Palace alone.

The streets and alleys of the capital were full of lights and colors, and occasionally the children of the nobility would set off fireworks.

It is as lively as ever, and the people on the street are as handsome and beautiful as ever.

As Yu Wenjun walked, he arrived outside Linghe Palace.

The guard saw that Yu Wenjun's face was slightly red and he reeked of alcohol, so he hurried forward to support him.

Soon, the prince with heterochromatic eyes personally opened the door to welcome him.

"I'm a little drunk. Come here and drink some sobering soup." Yu Wenjun said with a hearty smile.

Ling Hewang put his arm around Yu Wenjun's shoulders and laughed, "Okay, okay, I'm glad you can come."

After entering the palace and going to the small kitchen, she quickly used the best ingredients to make a sobering soup for Yu Wenjun.

Yu Wenjun had no manners when sitting. He leaned lazily on the chair with his legs placed on the tea table. Seeing this, Ling and Wang thought that they would just change the tea table tomorrow.

He had never seen Yu Wenjun act so boldly before, and for a moment he found it amusing.

"I may have to stay at your place tonight. Do you mind?" Yu Wenjun asked.

Linghe Wang replied: "No problem, no problem. Can you arrange for three or five beautiful girls to be arranged for you? They are good at dancing, gentle and affectionate, and considerate."

Yu Wenjun shook his head slightly and said, "That's not necessary. According to the etiquette of the human race, if a guest encounters such a thing in the host's home, it will bring bad luck to the host."

"Although the customs of the spirit race are different from those of the human race, I know this in my heart and will not cause you any trouble. Even if you sincerely want to do this, I will refuse to the end."

Ling and Wang found it even more interesting after hearing this.

Hot pot can easily leave a smell on your body. Ling and Wang have already smelled the hot pot smell on Yu Wenjun. It seems that His Majesty is also in the mood tonight.

But Ling and Wang didn't dare to ask too much about what the two had discussed specifically. It was always wrong to overstep one's authority.

Yu Wenjun said: "In the Hengchang Sect, a Dragon Guarding Army will be established, and the leader of the Dragon Guarding Army will be Zhong Yi."

"Do you have any impression of Zhong Yi?"

Upon hearing this, King Linghe immediately thought of the handsome but gloomy young man from the past. If Wei Mo and Yan Che had not been in love with each other, Zhong Yi would have become the son-in-law of King Zhen'an by now.

"Of course I have an impression of him. He is the one who is in charge of the trade between the Terrans and the Eldar."

"The name of the Dragon Guard sounds very impressive. It seems that you have placed some powerful dragon warriors around him."

Yu Wenjun nodded and said, "This is a symbol, but afterwards, many people in the Spirit Tribe will pay attention to who Zhong Yi is and what his identity is."

"If you investigate carefully, you can find out that Zhong Yi was once a spiritual guard."

"Many things come to an end when they are traced back to the Lingmi Guards. No one dares to continue investigating."

"But it sounds a bit far-fetched for a Spirit Guard to lead troops to fight in a foreign country overnight."

"So, we need a reasonable explanation about Zhong Yi's identity and background."

"Otherwise, there's no way to stop the public from talking."

Upon hearing this, Ling Hewang smiled gently and said, "Understood. Soon, the Ling Clan officials will know that Zhong Yi is not only a member of the Ling Secret Guard, but also a direct descendant of our Lingwang."

"He is a young man of inestimable value. No one would set their sights on him."

Yu Wenjun said: "That's good. Although your majesty has not expressed his opinion, I feel that I have to inform you about this matter. I originally wanted to settle Zhong Yi under the name of Yixi Sect, but the son-in-law of Prince Zhen'an, Wei Mo, is a direct descendant of Yixi Sect."

"The two of them have had competition, so they can't be from the same clan."

Ling Hewang replied softly: "You don't need to worry about this matter, just leave it to me."

As they were talking, two beautiful maids came with sobering soup. One maid held the bowl and the other used a spoon to feed soup to Yu Wenjun. The two women had graceful figures and faint body fragrance, showing the beauty of young girls.

Yu Wenjun opened his mouth slightly, enjoying everything at the moment.

His posture was a bit unruly, but unfortunately Jing Peiyao didn't see it.

In fact, even if he saw it, Yu Wenjun would not be afraid...