I really don't want to be a traitor

Chapter 582 Desire is hard to satisfy
"it is good!"

Taowu roared.

"The Prime Minister is really considerate!"

"Then I'll trouble you, Prime Minister, to prepare a thousand golden-armored guards for me tomorrow!"

Changle's face changed when he heard this.

"One thousand golden armored guards?"

"Taowu, what do you want to do now?"

Taowu grinned evilly.

"Do you even need to ask this, Prime Minister Changle?"

"I want to kill a thousand people, or be killed by a thousand people!"

madman!

Taowu almost had the word "madman" written on his face.

Changle wanted to persuade him, but Taowu had already turned around, laughing and disappeared into the crowd.

Fan Li, who was watching the show on the side, finally got to see the demeanor of the four villains.

Even under the rules of the Buddha's kingdom, even if trapped in a human body.

He is fierce and stubborn, worthy of the name Taowu.

"Husband." Han Yue whispered beside Fan Li, "I have just observed for a long time and I am sure that Taowu is just an ordinary man now. Even though he is fierce and strong, he does not have the power to defeat a thousand people alone. Tomorrow, Taowu will definitely lose."

hiss? !

Fan Li took a breath of cold air.

As the saying goes, husband and wife are of one mind. He almost understood the hint in Hanyue's words in an instant.

If the human Taowu is killed, it means that the salvation has failed. It will immediately return to the body of a great demon, and the Buddhist kingdom in its palm will probably collapse!
This must not be allowed to happen!
So, I have to protect Taowu and make sure he doesn't die tomorrow?

"Depend on……"

Fan Li couldn't help but curse under his breath.

What the hell is going on?
If it really doesn't work, think of a way to help Taowu and help him defeat the thousand golden armored guards?

No!

As soon as this thought popped up in Fan Li's mind, he immediately shook his head to deny it.

Given Taowu’s brutality, if he wins, all one thousand golden armored guards will die miserably!

Since you have decided to convert Taowu, how can you allow him to kill?
Fan Li absolutely did not believe that Taowu would gain enlightenment through endless killing.

There can be no good in the extreme of evil.

There must be another way.

Fan Li was thinking hard, but found that Changle also looked worried and anxious.

It's really her fault that she created such a weird existence as the Dashan Dynasty in the Buddhist Kingdom and even proclaimed herself the prime minister.

and many more!

The Great Shan Dynasty?

Great good?

Suddenly, an idea flashed in Fan Li's mind: "Prime Minister, I have a favor to ask of you!"

"What's the matter?" Changle was stunned and said, "Boss Fan, just speak up. It's convenient for others and for yourself. As long as it's within my ability, there is no problem."

Haha, really easy to talk to.

The Dashan Dynasty is truly a living Bodhisattva.

"Okay, okay." Fan Li smiled and said, "In fact, I am the same as Taowu, brave and aggressive by nature. Please ask the Prime Minister to arrange for me to fight with Taowu before Taowu fights with the 1,000 Golden Armored Guards tomorrow."

After Changle heard what he said, she was so shocked that her face turned pale!
"How...how is this okay?"

"Amitabha, what a sin! Boss Fan is a man of letters and a gentleman, how can he be the same as Taowu?"

Changle seemed to be anxious and panicked from the bottom of her heart, and her pair of almond-shaped eyes were filled with tears, as if she was about to cry at any time.

Fan Li had never seen Changle so weak.

That woman clearly has a thousand ideas and countless tricks.

She has always been the one scheming against others, so when has anyone ever been able to scheme against her?

But now, Changle was clearly being held firmly in the hands of his own rogue methods!

It's really ridiculous and funny!
Fan Li suppressed his smile and pretended to be fierce, saying, "Prime Minister, you don't agree? I just said that I am the same kind of person as Taowu. If the Prime Minister cannot make it happen, I am willing to commit suicide on the spot!"

"what?!"

Fan Li just made a gesture of wiping his neck with his bare hands, but Changle screamed in fear.

"This……"

"But……"

"Ah, okay."

Finally, Changle, who was the prime minister of a country, compromised.

She was like a boneless willow branch, bending weakly, almost begging Fan Li. "Boss Fan, please don't be impulsive."

"No matter what you want, Changle will agree to it."

Hey!
Take advantage!

Fan Li felt secretly happy. Even the "humiliation" he suffered when Changle took the initiative on his virginity in the Han Palace many years ago was avenged today!
Next, Changle really obeyed Fan Li in everything.

Not only did he accept Fan Li's invitation to challenge Taowu, he even invited the group to stay at the Prime Minister's residence.

This is a high-level reception second only to staying in the imperial palace!

That night, at the Prime Minister’s residence.

A water pavilion is the most elegantly decorated and beautiful place in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

On weekdays, Changle lives and works in this water pavilion.

Tonight, it became Fan Li's private residence.

In the waterside pavilion, flickering candlelight makes the room as bright as day.

In the pond outside, there are fields of lotus leaves and countless elegant and unique lotus lanterns, which make the water surface brighter and more dazzling than the starry sky.

Fan Li changed into a set of silver-white Confucian robes and sat leaning against the railing, his posture was uninhibited, yet elegant and romantic.

The sound of a zither and flute ensemble slowly came out from the water pavilion, which was very beautiful and moving.

"Boss Fan is indeed an elegant man. Changle was not wrong in his judgment."

At some point, Changle appeared in front of Fan Li.

Her expression was very complicated.

It seems that it is sensible for men and women not to touch each other, especially to meet secretly late at night. She is still waiting to be married, so it really affects her innocence.

However, in order to persuade Fan Li to cherish his life, Changle still mustered up the courage to come.

"I am a noble man? How can you say that, Prime Minister?" Fan Li said with a smile.

Changle glanced inside the water pavilion.

Although separated by a veil, she couldn't see the two people playing the zither and flute together.

But during the day, there were three women following Fan Li, each of them was extremely beautiful, and even Changle, as a woman, couldn't help but marvel at them.

"The music that Mr. Fan appreciates is elegant and solemn, and is definitely not the frivolous music that you hear in ordinary brothels."

"Based on his knowledge of classical music, how can Mr. Fan be considered a vulgar person?"

Changle spoke with a firm tone, and seemed to be more confident in persuading Fan Li to cherish his life and not participate in tomorrow's competition.

Fan Li shook his head and said, "I didn't play the zither, and I didn't blow the flute. I just drank too much and sat here in the breeze to sober up. The zither and the flute have nothing to do with me, so elegance naturally has nothing to do with me."

"This……"

Changle was stunned when he heard this.

A gust of night wind blew, and as expected, it was mixed with the strong aroma of wine. How much did Fan Li drink?

Changle said anxiously: "Even if you don't understand elegant music, you should have a good rest for tomorrow's fierce battle. Isn't drinking like this a way to seek death? No! I don't allow you to fight tomorrow!"

"Haha? Did the Prime Minister forget?"

Fan Li repeated the neck-wiping action.

Changle was immediately discouraged, and stared at Fan Li with grievance and pity, but she had no way to deal with this man.

"If the Prime Minister really cares about Fan Li..."

Suddenly, Fan Li grabbed Changle's delicate hand, like a frivolous playboy molesting a decent woman.

"Please ask the Prime Minister to pray for Fan Li in front of the Buddha."

Changle was panic-stricken and at a loss.

She wanted to break free, but her strength was far inferior to Fan Li's.

Helpless, Changle blushed and said, "What do you want me to pray for? Just tell me. You already have a wife and concubines to accompany you, and I am also a white family. You can't... can't be so presumptuous."

"it is good."

Fan Li said this, but he didn't let go of Chang Le's hand at all.

"Please ask the Prime Minister to pray in front of the Buddha and bless me, Fan Li, who has divine means and will never be killed by a mere mortal."

Changle felt confused after hearing this.

"Why... do you think this would work?"

Fan Li chuckled: "As long as you open your mouth to pray, it will definitely work! As for the reason, Amitabha, good, Buddha said it cannot be explained."

At this time, the piano and flute ensemble has also ended.

The gauze curtain was lifted, revealing Zhang Daoling and Zhang Juzheng, one holding a zither and the other holding a flute, walking out of the pavilion with expressionless faces.

"Ashamed!"

Fan Lixin said.

"Hanyue only knows how to use a sword, and Qingqiu doesn't know anything about music. Fortunately, we have Er Zhang, who stepped up at the critical moment."

"Poetry and songs were indeed compulsory courses for ancient scholars."

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