Fairy, please let me explain.

Chapter 780: Betting on the Future
Snowing?
When Xu Yuan woke up from his coma, he saw a dark sky with heavy snow. His stagnant thoughts started working again as he watched the scene.

Wasn’t he pinned down by Tian Ye?

Have you left the Sword Sect now?
where is this?
Thoughts came to mind, Xu Yuan stood up and looked around, but he was lying on a hillside. In spring, this place should be a vast grassland, but now it was completely covered with snow. Only a pavilion not far away stood in the snow.
With a hint of doubt in his eyes, Xu Yuan stood up, shook off the snow on his body and walked towards that direction, but the next moment a voice in his ear made him pause:
"Changtian, go back to Di'an."

It's my father's voice.

Hearing this, Xu Yuan was silent for a moment, then smiled bitterly.

That's it
He thought he was strong enough, strong enough to deal with everything, but he didn't expect that in the end it was his father who had to clean up the mess he made.

A flash of blood flame passed through his pupils, and looking at the lonely pavilion again, Xu Yuan saw two middle-aged men sitting in it.

One was his father, the Prime Minister of Dayan.

But the appearance of the other one made him hesitate for a moment.

Is that the emperor?

The snow was still falling, and the strong wind raised a snow fog that made it almost impossible to see.

The other middle-aged man's handsome appearance made it difficult for Xu Yuan to connect him with the hunchbacked and dying old man in the imperial dragon robe, but it seemed that this man was the only one who could stay with his father at this time.

Thinking of this, Xu Yuan's eyes gradually became alert.

As someone who possessed the knowledge of life and death, he could see the strong death aura hidden beneath the majestic vitality of the Great Yan Emperor, so he did not think that the other party would be willing to die so quietly.

As his spiritual vision spread, Xu Yuan's guess was confirmed - he saw a magnificent and undulating formation under the snow-capped mountains at his feet.

The formation was like a ground dragon, crisscrossing below, almost covering the surrounding area of ​​hundreds of miles.

This is the formation set up for his father.

As thoughts flashed through his mind, a trace of blood gradually emerged where Xu Yuan was standing, but at this moment, the two middle-aged men in the pavilion looked at him at the same time.

There was a leisurely smile in Li Yaoxuan's starry eyes, while there was an unprecedented severity in Xu Yinhe's eyes.

He looked at Xu Yuan and repeated in a deep voice, word by word:

"Father told you to go back to Di'an."

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The sound of falling snow covered up all other sounds in the world.

Xu Yuan remained silent, but looking at the two people not far away who once shared the same ideals, he finally chose to compromise.

This is a battle that belongs exclusively to the two fathers.

A battle that no one is allowed to interfere with.

"Father."

"go back."

"No, you have to tell me which side is Di An, right?"

"."Xu Yinhe.

Li Yaoxuan glanced at the father and son opposite him, gently knocked on the stone table in front of him, and smiled softly: "Boy, this is the Great Yan Emperor's Mausoleum. Now you know the way back to Beijing, right?"

Xu Yuan was stunned and looked around subconsciously.

Seeing his reaction, Li Yaoxuan teased him with some amusement:
"Why, you don't believe me? Your Life and Death Essence should be able to see my condition. If you come to the Imperial Mausoleum before I die, it will save a lot of trouble, right?"

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Xu Yuan was silent for a few breaths, silently bowed to the two fathers in the pavilion, then raised his eyes and stared at the father, whispering:
"Father, I'll be waiting for you in Di'an."

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Xu Yinhe's eyes were silent and calm, and he did not answer.

Li Yaoxuan smiled slightly playfully at this remark.

Neither of them spoke. They watched in silence as the man in blood-stained clothes leaped up into the air. Only after he disappeared into the snow did Li Yaoxuan slowly say:
"You reap what you sow. Your kid is pretty good."

Xu Yinhe took one last look towards the north, then retracted his gaze. He did not respond to Li Yaoxuan's words, but whispered:
"Thank you just now."

Li Yaoxuan touched his chin, the imperial dragon robe fluttering in the wind and snow behind him, and said deliberately:
"Thank me? Thank you for what?"

"Thank you for speaking up, and thank you for not taking action."

"Ah."

Li Yaoxuan chuckled and shook his head, squinting his eyes and staring at his friend across from him: "Sometimes, Prime Minister, your words really displease me. You want me to join forces with the saints above the sect to attack you? Then I might as well just die."

Xu Yinhe smiled when he heard this, but it only lasted for a moment before it turned into a sigh:
"That's right." Li Yaoxuan pondered for a moment, then suddenly said slowly:
"But I am very curious, if I hadn't said anything just now, what would you have done, Prime Minister?"

Nothing in the world is polar opposites.

There were more than just two responses to Xu Yinhe's proposal to stand side by side with her before her death: agree or refuse.

Li Yaoxuan's voice was the last straw that broke the camel's back in the clan alliance's intention to break up and kill Xu Changtian. If he had chosen to remain silent at that time, the clan alliance would certainly not easily let go of their hands on Xu Changtian.

Therefore,
Li Yaoxuan looked at the man opposite him and asked:
"Will you really choose to go to the Sword Sect's mountain gate alone to rescue your kid?"

The words fell in silence, but the sound of falling snow could be heard.

Xu Yinhe answered this question with silence.

Having played chess together for a lifetime, Li Yaoxuan knew very well what his old friend's silence meant at this moment, and therefore there was confusion in his eyes. However, before he could ask, Xu Yinhe spoke out the question in his heart first:
"Are you still confused?"

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Li Yaoxuan also fell silent.

Ever since he supported the new emperor of Dayan that day, he thought he had made up his mind, so he invited his good friend who had played chess with him all his life to this place, the imperial mausoleum that he had prepared for the two of them for more than ten years.

He's going to kill him.

Eliminate the biggest threat to the continuation of the royal family.

During the days when the other party suggested waiting, Li Yaoxuan always thought so and believed that he had made up his mind.

But if you really make up your mind,

He would not have offered to help under the threat from the two saints of the sect alliance.

As long as Xu Yinhe goes to the Sword Sect, even if he doesn't do it himself, this biggest threat to the continuation of the royal family will be solved by others.

Therefore,
Why did he speak?
Li Yaoxuan couldn't figure out what he was thinking now.

Maybe he felt that others were not worthy of killing his comrade.

Perhaps, he didn't want to see the Prime Minister's Mansion fall into chaos without a leader.

of course,

It may also be that the ideals of the past have not left him.
Li Yaoxuan smiled softly, laughing at his own ridiculousness, lowered his eyes and nodded in acknowledgement:

"Yeah, I'm still struggling with this. Isn't it ridiculous?"

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After hearing the words, Xu Yinhe remained silent and slowly closed his eyes to hide the complex emotions in his eyes.

Li Yaoxuan rubbed his brows, took a deep breath, and exhaled a puff of white mist in the flying snow:
"Prime Minister, I have a question."

"You said."

"Why are you so determined to save Xu Yuan, even at the cost of your life? Is he really that important?"

"Ah."

"Even more important than yourself?"

"Ah."

"For the cooperation of the Prime Minister?"

"Yes and no."

“It’s for family affection.”

"Yes and no."

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silence.

Li Yaoxuan narrowed his eyes and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar opponent in front of him. He did not ask any more questions, but waited quietly for the other party to give the real answer.

Under the vast snowstorm,

The silent silence spread to every corner of the imperial mausoleum.
Prime Minister Dayan spoke out the answer from the bottom of his heart in the most gentle voice, which was also what the two people present had been dreaming about.

"future."

(End of this chapter)