Assassin's Biographies

But in the end he was just supporting.After all, they had never seen each other again except for the time when they lived together.

Seeing his excited face, Murong Li couldn't help being a little moved, seeing that General Qi seemed about to salute, he hurriedly stepped forward to stop him.

General Qi was not too polite, he stood up neatly, and said to Murongli: "Young Master, you are back, the ancestral hall has been repaired for a long time, when will the young master plan to hold the enthronement ceremony?"

"Enthronement... Grand Ceremony?"

General Qi nodded: "My subordinate asks Mr. Bai to count his days. It will be suitable after ten days. All matters have been taken care of, young master, just rest assured."

Murong Li was stunned with a blank face as if he hadn't expected it at all.

Zhi Ming interjected: "That's right, ten days is plenty of time, and this king can also ask someone to send a congratulatory gift from Tianquan."

General Qi respectfully bowed to Zhiming, thanked him, and looked at Murongli: "Then go down and tell Mr. Bai that it will be ten days later, what does the young master think?"

"..." Murongli glanced at Zhiming in a daze, "Okay."

After General Qi happily went to return to Bai Ben's order, Zhi Ming went to Murong Li's side and asked, "A Li, are you unhappy?"

"No, why does Your Majesty ask such a question?"

Zhi Ming wondered, "I don't think Ah Li is happy."

Murong Li's walking steps faltered, and he lowered his eyes and said, "No, I just think it's unbelievable."

The shadow of the knife and the light of blood are still vivid in my mind. The blood-stained steps, the lifeless royal city, and the soldiers scattered across the city seem to be still yesterday.

Now I am actually walking in the old place, in the Yaoguang King City, with endless bushes of Yuqiong flowers in front of me, just like when I was young.

Zhi Ming grabbed Murongli's hand: "Don't believe me, Ah Li, as long as Ah Li wants, this king will get everything."

The familiar words made Murongli lose his mind for a while, looking at the people beside him, he suddenly remembered that when he was in Tianquan, Zhiming always said such words.

Like an impulsive promise, but with a firm belief.

Zhi Ming suddenly lowered his head and looked at himself holding Murongli's hand in disbelief.

In the long flower bushes like clouds, Murongli gently held him back, not very strong, but to Zhi Ming, it was already considered a big deal.

No one obstructed, the biggest kings in Juntian were here to support, and the enthronement ceremony was held in an orderly manner, very smoothly.

After sacrificing to the heavens and the earth, to the former kings, after a whole set of repeated etiquette, Yao Guang's officials knelt down under the king's city, and bowed to Murongli on the city from afar.

Zhi Ming stood at the front of all the officials, so naturally he didn't need to salute.He looked up at the people above and felt great satisfaction in his heart.

In his opinion, Ah Li finally fulfilled his long-standing obsession, and he will definitely be truly happy.

However, what Murongli did after he ascended the throne seems to be different from what Zhiming thought.

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After ascending the throne, the ministers continued to send notes to the palace.Zhi Ming never bothered to look at this kind of thing when he was in Tianquan, he either pushed it to the Taifu or Mu Rongli.

But after Murongli accepted these memorials, he actually called Zhiming and pushed them all to him: "Your Majesty, approve these memorials."

Zhi Ming was stunned, but he had habitually obeyed all of Murongli's words, even though he felt strange, he still picked up a pen to review.

Since Murongli left Tianquan last time, Zhiming had to learn how to deal with state affairs.He has learned these things since he was a child. In fact, he doesn't know how to do them. In addition, he has studied them carefully, so he can do them well.

After a pile of memorials were approved, Zhi Ming rubbed his stiff wrist, raised his eyes, and found Murong Li was looking at him.

"Ali?"

Murongli's gaze was too focused, making Zhiming a little panicked.

After being called out, Murongli came back to his senses, picked up the memorials in front of him and quickly flipped through them, summoned the palace servants, and ordered him to return these memorials to the ministers as soon as possible.

Zhi Ming was surprised and said, "Ah Li, don't you need to change it again?"

"No need," Murong Li said with a smile, "Your Majesty has done a good job."

Zhi Ming was still puzzled, Murongli got up suddenly and said to him: "Your Majesty is tired? There is a water pavilion in the palace, suitable for viewing flowers, I will play a tune for you, let's take a rest."

This matter obviously has a huge attraction for Zhiming.He immediately stopped caring about other things, and happily followed Murongli to Shuixie.

In the bushes of Yuqiong flowers, Murongli stared at Zhiming seriously, dressed in a red dress, with cloud sleeves fluttering in the wind, black hair fluttering, and a long flute in his hand, playing a leisurely little tune.

Zhi Ming was almost bewildered.He had never seen such a Murongli, there was no sadness in the sound of the flute, it was clear and leisurely, full of comfort.

After playing the song, Murongli put away the flute, stood on the spot, looked at Zhi Ming and said, "This is a ballad by Yao Guang, does the King like it?"

Of course Zhi Ming nodded vigorously: "I like it."

"That's good," Murong Li chuckled, "I like it too."

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The highest place in Yaoguang King City is the tower on the palace wall.

And here is the place where the Yaoguang royal family died for their country.

Murongli was dressed in white today, because he had just come out of the ancestral hall, and Zhi Ming couldn't rush to him in time to cling to him.

The setting sun is setting, and the old scene remains the same.Murongli stood quietly inside the palace wall, looked outside, and held onto the stone platform beside him tightly.

There was no one on the exquisite jade steps, and they spread openly towards the palace gate, as clean as a snow field.

Even so, it cannot erase the memory that once existed on it.

"Ari."

Murongli turned his head suddenly, and saw Bai Ben standing a few steps away, looking at him with a smile.

He was not surprised and said: "Sir, when did you come up?"

Bai Ben took a few steps forward, walked to the edge of the pavilion, leaned on the railing and looked into the distance: "I just came here, what were you thinking?"

Murong Li remained silent.

"Let me guess." Bai Ben looked back at him, there seemed to be a penetrating gaze on his gentle face, forcing Murong to look away unnaturally.

"You are thinking that the Lord of Heaven is a very trustworthy person, and even worthy of your trust."

Murong Li looked at Bai Ben in surprise, but did not deny it.

No denial, that is, he admitted that he thought so.

Under Bai Ben's gentle but unavoidable gaze, Murongli finally said: "I am a descendant of Yaoguang's royal family. If Yaoguang is lucky enough to be able to see the light of day again, it is all because of Axu's death for me in the royal city. No matter what, I will never let go."

"Well," Bai Ben nodded, "What do you want?"

"After finishing all these dusty things, I will use this life to apologize. Please forgive me for living so long."

Bai Ben praised: "Okay, I have a responsibility, and I have taught you for so long. What about Yaoguang, you don't care, and you leave it to the Lord of Heaven?"

Murongli tilted his head slightly: "I have chosen a wise monarch for the people of Yaoguang, so there is no need to force it."

"You trust him very much. No wonder I see that you are enjoying yourself a lot recently," Bai Ben said, "So you want to open up and think that you will not live long after all, so why don't you let yourself go?"

How clever Murong Li is, he immediately heard the hidden anger in this sentence, and couldn't help but look at Bai Ben in astonishment: "Sir..."

There was no trace of dissatisfaction on Bai Ben's face, he was still smiling slightly, but what he said made Murongli unable to move.

"You speak very well," Bai Ben smiled, and pointed his flute behind Murong Li, "Then ask the Lord of Heavenly Quan, see if he will praise you?"

Murongli didn't turn his head back, and remained fixed in place.

Bai Ben looked at Murongli who was motionless, walked up to Zhiming, saluted slightly, expressing that he had to leave first.

Zhiming's eyes were fixed on the red figure in front of him, his expression turned out to be calm.He turned sideways to avoid Bai Ben's salute, made a gesture of invitation, waited for Bai Ben to disappear from Xiang Xutai, and then slowly took a few steps forward.

Walk to Murong Li's side.

Murongli still didn't move, he didn't even turn his gaze, he just stood there quietly.

The light of the setting sun lightly sprinkled between the sky and the earth, with boundless brilliance, but in Zhi Ming's eyes, it couldn't even match the corner of this person's clothes.

He was always dressed in red, the color that should have been the most wanton flying, but the sound of the flute was like weeping, as if hiding endless sadness.

He always said nothing, even in the face of unimaginable suffering, he remained indifferent as before, as if nothing in the world was worth caring about.

It turned out to be like this, because he didn't intend to have any connection with this world at all, so naturally he didn't have to care about it.

"I don't agree." Zhi Ming said.

Murongli finally moved, he turned slightly, looked at Zhiming, and sighed: "Your Majesty..."

"Ah Li has already returned to the country. At this time, you and I are both kings and sit on an equal footing. Why do you still call me the king?"

Murong Li was slightly stunned, the words he was about to say were interrupted, and he didn't know what to say for a while.

"Call my name."

"..." Murong Li wanted to look away uncomfortably, but someone grabbed his wrist and had to look at him.

Zhi Ming insisted, "A Li, call me by my name."

Murong Li sighed softly, "What are you doing?"

"Then what is Ali going to do?"

After all, Murongli didn't take out his hand and let him hold it, but he refused to look at him again.

The afterglow of the western sky sprinkled on Murongli's white clothes, leaving a somewhat dim shadow behind.He was wearing an old robe, with a wooden hairpin tied in his hair, and Gu Lingxiao was holding it in his hand as always, without the contrast of the red clothes, the white clothes and black hair, he didn't even see a trace of the usual coldness.

At a glance, it seemed that he was still the 17-year-old boy.

"I'm not the Ah Li you think," Murongli said, "You don't know many things I have done, but I want to tell you