Starting with Hundred of Millions of Guardian Spirits

"His Majesty."

Guo Shi did not know when, he appeared beside Li Yang.

Li Yang glanced at the master who had watched her grow up since she was a child, her eyes were a little red.

Li Yang bit his thin lip and sat on the bed without saying a word.

The old teacher smiled and said, "Your Majesty, don't have to be angry."

"Master, this is the end of the matter, are you still hiding it from me?"

After hearing Li Yang's words, the smile on the old master's face immediately disappeared.

"His Majesty……"

"Master, I know, those who resisted the most fiercely in the Japanese court are not thinking about my Great Leaving Dynasty."

"Shangshu of the Criminal Ministry, the Ministry of Etiquette, and even the Ministry of War, these four Shangshu crying like a dead old lady, they are crying, I violated the ancestral motto."

"They were crying, and I found a master again!"

"Master, I know, there are 80 people in this courtroom who have close contacts with my uncle in the north."

"Today, four Shangshu leaders made such an incident, I am afraid that there will be more and more experts around me."

As Li Yang spoke, the fatigue on his face was even worse.

She had long been tired of the fly-ying doggou above the court.

When the old teacher heard the words, his heart was shocked, and there was a complex emotion on his face.

"Your Majesty has grown up." In the end, the old teacher deeply bowed to Liyang.

Li Yang is right.

In fact, there is no one above the court.

Dali Dynasty’s internal and external worries, the biggest internal worries have never been the happiest king of Zhennan who danced on the bright side.

But the king of Zhenbei who does not show the mountains and dews.

The pro-uncle of the saint had already coveted the throne for a long time.

And he was known as the **** of war and virtuous king throughout the Great Li Dynasty.

Such a virtuous king is the most terrifying.

Holding a heavy soldier, he is famous and has different intentions.

One can imagine how difficult the situation Li Yang faced.

The old teacher saw all this in his eyes, but he didn't say it.

The Liyang boy ascended to the throne until today, but he is only sixteen or seventeen.

That heart has already been tempered.

The old teacher looked at her like this, heartache and helpless.

All this is fate.

The misfortune of being born in an emperor’s house.

Ugh.

"Master, Mr. Xia promised me three conditions, you said, if I want him to take me to the north, will he be willing?"

Ok? !

Hearing this, the old national teacher was shocked, and his face was ugly and said: "Your Majesty, it must not be the case, there are quite a few elite soldiers and strong generals that the Zhenbei King has brought."

"Although Mr. Xia is extremely powerful, he is likely to be in the legendary Yuan Dynasty, but Mr. Xia is an outsider after all."

Outsiders mean not relatives and so on.

It's a different world, a fundamental difference.

Li Yang suddenly smiled and said, "Outsiders? Where are there any outsiders in this world."

"What if you are not a person in the world?"

"We are all in the spirit world, but it's not a conspiracy and tricks everywhere."

"outsider……"

"I, I would rather trust an outsider."

"At the very least, I know exactly what they came for."

"Master, rest assured, no one knows that I will leave. Maybe I will be back in three or two days."

Upon hearing this, the old teacher knew that he could not persuade him to leave Yang.

And he knows Li Yang's character very well.

Coupled with Xia Yan's style, the old teacher is actually the same as Li Yang.

How could he not understand the meaning of Li Yang's words.

A sense of security that outsiders can bring.

The old teacher's heart can't help but feel a little sad.

But who is the blame?

"I believe in Mr. Xia's strength, but you still have to be careful, go early and return early." The old master warned.

"Ok……"

...

Li Yang wanted to go to the north to see. In fact, she wanted to see what the north was under the management of her uncle.

The **** of war, praised by everyone, guarded the north for the Liyang Dynasty for many years.

With his presence, the barbarians in the north could not enter.

He is a living legend living in the hearts of Liyang people.

"If there is real popular support, why not give up the throne to uncle."

Li Yang whispered, dressed lightly, and accompanied by the old teacher to Xia Yan's residence at night.

The door of the temple was hidden, and the people inside seemed to have known that they would come.

In fact, Xia Yan really knew it.

Cultivation was deep in the soul, and Xia Yan found out that he was able to exude spiritual consciousness again.

Although it can only cover an area as large as an imperial city, it is also considered an improvement.

He saw what happened today in the divine consciousness picture.

Before Li Yang came in, Xia Yan had already arrived at the door.

Holding Huahua, followed by a monkey and a charming woman.

"Have you decided yet?"

"The first condition is that I take you to the north."

Li Yang didn't care how Xia Yan knew, she nodded.

"Okay, I'll take you to the north."

"Your Excellency, I also hope your Excellency..." The old teacher held his fist towards Xia Yan.

"Don't worry, she will be fine." Xia Yan knew what he wanted to say before the Chinese teacher was finished.

The old teacher sighed and nodded.

After watching a few people leave.

There was only one old teacher left in the courtyard.

He silently bowed in the direction where Xia Yan and others were leaving, and murmured, "My child, I have suffered you."

"If you give the master a choice, the master will definitely take you away from this great dynasty."

"It's a pity, the master can't do it."

"Master only hopes that you can be happy and worry-free in this life..."

...

Far from the north of the dynasty.

Located in an area near the desert.

There are sparse greenery growing on the towering mountains, mostly stone mountains.

The further north you go, the more desolate it becomes.

The weather is bad.

Xia Yan took Li Yang and came to the northern border in the morning.

Xia Yan was fine, but the queen who had been flying all night was obviously overwhelmed.

The little face was pale and bloodless.

Xia Yan thought for a while, and led everyone to a tavern in a small city.

Liyang needs a rest.

Monkey, Yuzaoqian and Huahua have all returned to the list of conferred gods.

There were only Xia Yan and Li Yang.

This seems more common and normal, so as not to attract people's attention.

"Oh, please come from the two guest officials."

The shop Xiaoer invited the two in.

After seated, Xia Yan glanced at Li Yang's face, and said to the shopkeeper, "Make a pot of **** water, and serve whatever you have in your restaurant."

"Good!" The little second of the shop could also see that Li Yang's face was ugly.

Maybe it's sick?

Straight men never grow old for thousands of years.

Drinking plenty of hot water obviously works.

But Xia Yan didn't have any innovations, and turned it into Jiang Shui.

"This is already north, so you don't need to rush to leave today. You should rest first."

"I...I'm fine." Li Yang reluctantly smiled toward Xia Yan.

Xia Yan said in an unquestionable tone, "You should rest."

"There is the King of Zhenbei in the north~ the wise king Wanmin congratulations."