The king will never go to court

Chapter 15 Xie Wufeng's alchemy (for collection and further reading)

Seeing his son disappear from the back, Liu Shuhong slumped down on the back of the armchair, holding the armrest tightly with both hands.

His face was dimly illuminated by the candlelight in the study, Liu Shuhong turned his head slightly to look outside through the window lattice, the originally clear sky suddenly darkened.

A dark cloud suddenly enveloped the sky above Bohai City, and thousands of rays of sunlight couldn't penetrate it.

Zhao Jinyao, who was walking on the street, looked up at the place where the dark clouds first appeared, which was just above the Fenghua Building. She frowned slightly, and whispered in her heart, "What happened to Fenghua Building? Don't worry about it, let's get the banknotes out sooner." Leave it to Uncle Liu. You have to find a good excuse, or it won't be easy for father to fool you."

Suddenly covered by dark clouds, not only the defenders and civilians in Bohai City, but even the Qianguo camp more than ten miles away caused quite a commotion.

"What the hell happened?"

"I do not know!"

"Could it be that the Gan Chinese are calling? Be careful!"

In the quiet room on the second floor of Fenghua Building, the girl playing the piano looked at the dark clouds in the sky through the window screen, and her originally calm expression also brought a trace of sadness.

At this moment, she didn't know whether her decision was right or wrong.

After being absent-minded for a moment, she looked back at the location of the pharmacy on the third floor, with a faint smile hanging from the corner of her mouth.

On the circular corridor outside the alchemy room, the purple-robed old man and the blue-robed old man suddenly felt that the sky in Fenghua Building was getting darker. Just as they were about to get up to check what was going on, they were stopped by Wang Ensheng not far away.

"What do you two want to do? Don't disturb our son!"

Seeing Wang Ensheng's nervous expression, Qing Wan slowly got up, came between the two parties, and explained with a smile on her face, "The two elders are just checking the sky and won't do anything. Don't worry."

Seeing that the two old men were not coming towards the alchemy room, Wang Ensheng's tense expression eased a little.

In the alchemy room, Xie Wufeng was surrounded by precious grasses. Thousands of rare grasses were suspended in the air, spinning continuously above the alchemy furnace.

Ambilight spins rapidly in the meantime.

Xie Wufeng closed his eyes tightly, a lot of sweat had already oozed from his stern face, and the originally scarce breath in his body was constantly being lost.

Although his physique is poor and the breath in his body is also very thin, but Xie Wufeng has the knowledge and experience of his previous life, the simple pill of "washing marrow and cutting tendons" is still very easy for him.

The fire in the furnace gradually calmed down, and the rare grasses in mid-air were continuously rushed into the alchemy furnace under the traction of the breath.

All the precious grasses are drawn by Xie Wufeng's breath in the furnace and are continuously washed by the fire, and the original impurities are gradually burned into ashes.

A faint scent of medicine spread out along the fire one after another.

However, the vitality of heaven and earth in the alchemy room continued to decrease sharply, and it even drew the vitality of heaven and earth around Fenghua Building to flow towards the alchemy furnace.

The change in the vitality of the heaven and earth caused a sudden change in the atmosphere above Bohai City, and the dark clouds formed above the Fenghua Tower continued to swallow the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth like a whirlpool.

In the eyes of outsiders, they just saw a dark cloud suddenly appearing above Bohai City, and they couldn't detect the changes in the vitality of the heavens and the earth in it, and strands of breath gathered towards the dark clouds above Fenghua Building.

"What the hell happened?"

"Which existence at the pinnacle of martial arts came to Bohai City?"

"Hurry up and send someone to investigate! What happened!"

The aristocratic families hidden in Bohai City sent their disciples to the city to investigate.

Even the Marquis of Dingguo's Mansion, which had kept its gates closed, was alarmed.

The largest mansion in Bohai City, in the lobby of the Marquis Mansion, there are a group of generals and attendants standing on both sides, and a tall and thin middle-aged man standing in the middle, wearing a Confucian long gown, washed a little white, it is Dingguo Hou Zhao. Zong Liang, a more than 40-year-old Confucian general.

At this time, Zhao Zongliang had a pale face, a wooden hairpin was inserted on his head, and a few strands of silver hair were clearly visible on his temples.

"What's going on? Are you all dumb?" Zhao Zongliang said in a cold tone, his eyes swept over everyone present.

Everywhere he looked, every general looked down on the old man.

The generals present were all prominent officials in Bohai City, but in front of this Confucian scholar, they did not dare to exceed the rules.

"Master Hou, you can't blame us for this. Who would have thought that the cavalry of the Qian Kingdom would go deep into the hinterland. We were also caught off guard, and there was no time to dispatch troops to go."

One of them, a burly general in his early thirties, was the first to stand out and clenched his fists.

As a front-line general, this burly middle-aged man spoke his heart directly without any concealment.

However, what he was talking about was just the news from his subordinates, because he also knew that there was no need to investigate. Standing on the top of Bohai City, he could clearly see the tents of the Qian State army, which stretched for more than ten miles.

"It's not the first time this Marquis has dealt with people from the Qian Kingdom. When did they go deep into the city of Bohai? It's not your fault. Could it be this Marquis' fault?"

"Then what's the use of keeping you generals on the border? It's better to send them all out to build fortresses!"

When Zhao Zongliang heard such a dumbfounded general's reply, his original excellent self-cultivation was broken in an instant, so he had to call out by name, "Liu Shuhong, your department sent people to patrol outside the city, let's talk about the specific situation."

"Yes, at the end will obey."

Liu Shuhong, who was in armor, stood respectfully in the main hall, cupped his fists and saluted, "According to Tiqi's report, the [-] troops of the Qian Kingdom have always been uniform and never divided. They just stared at our Bohai City. Therefore, the reinforcements also Don't dare to act rashly, lest the Qian people take the opportunity to attack other cities."

"Really? It's strange to say, and I don't know what Emperor Qian is thinking, to send a brat to lead the troops." Zhao Zongliang, who was bowing his head and talking to himself, suddenly felt the surrounding sky suddenly darken, and his brows twitched involuntarily. , turned and looked outside
"what happened?!"

"I don't know." The generals also looked towards the sky, only to see a dark cloud shrouded over Bohai City, and they couldn't help feeling a little depressed.

"You guys go down first, the things in the city have to be investigated clearly. We must not give the Gan people any opportunity to take advantage of it. We must not give Kaijing the opportunity to send troops to intervene in Bohai City. Everyone understands?"

Zhao Zongliang's sharp eyes swept across the generals present, and his tone carried a very serious warning.

After a group of generals bowed and saluted, they slowly withdrew from Dingguohou's Mansion, and arranged their own important tasks to prepare for the war.

Zhao Zongliang sat slumped on the armchair, his heart was empty, as a student of Confucianism, but thinking of his daughter who came back secretly, he couldn't help feeling happy.

"You still want to lie to your father?"

Zhao Zongliang took a deep breath, sat up straight, and shouted to the outside of the lobby, "Liu Qian, you have to pretend well, you can't let our Jin Yao see any mistakes."

The old man in a blue cloth, with a smug smile on his face, walked slowly to the lobby, and smiled at Zhao Zongliang who was seated in the main seat, "Your Majesty, are you going to make me jealous?"

"That little girl thought she could hide it from me? Don't you know that I received the news just after she left Shui Yuezong."

Zhao Zongliang had a happy smile on his face, completely devoid of the thunderous anger just now. Seeing Liu Qian coming to his side, he asked, "Don't let her do anything in the military. After all, it's a girl's family. Now that you’re back, you can go and relax.”

"Okay, I will take good care of Miss." Liu Qian sat down directly at the lower seat. If there were outsiders, he would not be able to see the attitude of the housekeeper at all.

"What do you think?"

Zhao Zongliang drank half a cup of tea, looked up at the sky again, the dark clouds became thicker, and asked hoarsely.

"This," Liu Qian looked up at the sky, the dark sky enveloped the surrounding fields, hesitating for a moment, and then returned, "As long as we don't embarrass Lord Hou, we should not provoke the existence of a peak martial arts.".

"That's right, even if you are a first-rank warrior, how can you compare with the [-] army of this Marquis?" Zhao Zongliang rubbed his aching forehead and sighed.

However, Zhao Zongliang was still a little uneasy. He rubbed his stiff cheeks with both hands, and said with a sigh of relief, "It's better to send a letter. If you are really a first-rank warrior, we will be able to deal with it once we ask about it."

"That's right, Tianji Pavilion will recruit first-rank warriors. Kaijing will not attack Lord Hou because of this matter."

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