Chapter 256 The High Priest's Words

She clearly remembered the pain of the sharp arrows shooting into her body, and the feeling of losing her vitality bit by bit.

Memories are a kind of unforgettable pain for her.

But going back to live again is absurd in itself, and who would believe it if she told it?

So she could only say that it was a nightmare, and she could only treat it as a nightmare, and then tell herself that it was a warning from God, and she should be grateful and thank God.

However, if there are gods in this world, if Dongling is really a country blessed by gods, then after arriving in Dongling, will there be a chance to solve the mystery in her heart?

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In the evening, the speed of the journey gradually slowed down until the carriage stopped completely.

Nan Xi came back to her senses and heard the sound of someone getting off the horse outside, and then her mother said, "Let's get off too."

Nan Xi nodded, and just as she got up, she saw the curtain of the carriage being lifted, revealing the handsome face of a certain prince like a god.

Rong Yu extended his hand to her.

Nan Xi raised a smile at the corner of her lips, and put her hand in his palm. He helped her bend down and walked out, and then he carried her out of the carriage.

Xuanyuan Xi just pretended not to see it.

Others also turned a blind eye to it. Anyway, they were used to it along the way. The cold and noble Regent of the Great Zhou showed all his tenderness in front of his wife, so he was fierce and ruthless on the battlefield, because he gave all his kindness and tenderness to his wife, and other people could not see it.

The place to stay tonight is a suburban villa, quiet and peaceful, away from the hustle and bustle of the bustling city.

The army camped on the spot, Ling Fan was responsible for settling the Great Zhou Xuanjia Army, and Chu Hongyi was responsible for the Dongling Iron Cavalry. The masters of Jiuxiao Pavilion scattered around to check the surrounding terrain and environment, and nip all possible crises in the bud.

At this moment, the sky has not yet completely darkened, and the lights in the courtyard have been lit. The well-trained servants are standing in the wide courtyard to greet them. Their postures are particularly respectful, which makes Fu Chen sigh in his heart. The power of Jiuxiao Pavilion is really shocking.

Rong Yu took Nan Xi into the courtyard, and Chu Xuanyi and Fu Chen followed behind. They were also accompanied by Yin Yue and Yin Shuang, two maids and guards who took care of Nan Xi's daily life.

Xuanyuan Xi brought a maid with him when he came to Da Zhou this time, so after leaving Da Zhou's imperial capital, he was served by his own maid all the way, and did not use Yin Yue again, so that Yin Yue could stay with Nan Xi with peace of mind.

Tens of thousands of troops set up camp, and eating is a big project. Fortunately, there is a lot of food stored in the courtyard, enough for the consumption of 10,000 people tonight and tomorrow morning.

After bathing and changing clothes, the maid brought exquisite and delicious meals. Nan Xi asked Yin Yue to invite her mother over. Rong Yu said: "Let mother-in-law accompany you to eat first, I will go out to see."

Nan Xi said: "You can go after you are full."

Rong Yu smiled and said: "The meals prepared for you tonight are slightly lighter and more nutritious. You eat first, I will go out to see."

Nan Xi nodded: "Then remember to eat later, don't starve yourself."

Rong Yu nodded.

Seeing Xuanyuan Xi coming in from outside, Rong Yu stood up and nodded to her, then turned and walked out.

There is an exquisite octagonal pavilion in the courtyard garden. At this time, Chu Xuanyi was sitting in the pavilion, wearing a red dress, looking particularly eye-catching and dazzling.

Rong Yu walked over without any expression, sat down at the table in the middle of the pavilion, and poured himself a cup of tea.

"Your Highness is the head of Jiuxiao Pavilion?" Chu Xuanyi raised his eyebrows nonchalantly, but his tone was firm, "How many years have you been in charge of Jiuxiao Pavilion?"

Rong Yu took a sip of tea and said in a faint voice: "What?"

"Before I came to Da Zhou, the high priest said something to me."

Rong Yu paused, then lowered his eyes, his expression calm: "What did he say?"

"The high priest said that Princess Feng's accession to the throne is destiny, and no one can change this result." Chu Xuanyi said, "And the accession must be the day after the sixteenth birthday."

Rong Yu didn't say anything, lowered his eyebrows and drank tea.

The day after the sixteenth birthday means very simple, Xuanyuan Xi is no longer suitable, and even all the princesses in Dongling who are over sixteen years old are not suitable.

Nan Xi must also hold the accession ceremony on the second day of her sixteenth birthday, even if the old emperor has not passed away.

Rong Yu said calmly, "There should be more than one princess in the Dongling royal family."

All the princesses of the Xuanyuan clan have grown up and have children, but if it weren't for the title of Princess Feng, which was later conferred, Nan Xi should have been a princess. Since she can be a princess, if the daughters of other princesses ask for titles, they can also be conferred as an exception.

Chu Xuanyi smiled calmly, "Unfortunately, all the princesses only gave birth to sons, not daughters."

Rong Yu didn't say anything.

"The regent is the head of Jiuxiao Pavilion, and he should know the situation of the Dongling royal family very well."

Rong Yu did know it very well.

He knew that all the princesses of Dongling were not young, some were a few months or years younger than Xuanyuan Xi, and they had married and had children many years ago, but without exception, they all gave birth to sons.

However, among the children born to adult princes, several were daughters.

"The high priest asked me to bring a message to the prince." Chu Xuanyi raised his eyes to look at him, his voice more profound, "No matter how powerful the Jiuxiao Pavilion is, it cannot do whatever it wants in Dongling."

Do whatever it wants?

Rong Yu drank the tea in his hand slowly and put it down. His voice was so calm that no emotion could be heard: "You can treat his words as air."

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