An extraordinary journey from the beginning

Chapter 189 Something Sent From Pingting
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flat pavilion.

In Weisheng’s house, the spacious and unique courtyard is covered with the colors and decorations that Miss Yinzhuang likes. There are so many beautiful things in sight, but the layout can be separated in certain places, creating a view that won’t look tired because of too much.

Obviously, the person who arranged all this has spent a lot of thought, trying to include as many things that can be considered.

Above the lake in the center, the pavilion is connected by a single-plank bridge. Men and women sit opposite each other, respectful and gentle with each other, and sometimes talk with smiles as if they are in love with each other.

The starlight sprinkled from the sky, and it was beautiful for a while.

The woman stood up in surprise and looked at the starry sky, which was dazzling.

Wei Shengyan stood up and stood side by side with her, also looked at the starry sky, remained silent until the starlight in the sky began to dissipate, then asked with a smile: "Is it beautiful?"

Yin Zhuang withdrew her gaze, looked at him and asked: "The Pillar of Bisheng is lit up, it seems that the one from Zhaodu has succeeded."

Sighing at the young man and woman whom he met by chance a few months ago, Yin Zhuang sat down and said with a casual smile: "Although it is really incredible, I really did not expect that the scene lit up by Bishengzhu would be so beautiful."

"That shows the power of God, so it will naturally be perfect." Wei Shengyan smiled, paused, looked at the woman thinking for a while, and then asked: "Silver makeup...do you like that kind of beauty?"

"Of course." Yin Zhuang didn't know why, and subconsciously replied, suddenly felt embarrassed, and said with a smile: "But I'm not a divine master, so I can't light the Bisheng Pillar."

"If you want, you can do it too." Wei Shengyan sat on the seat, reached out to pick up the tea that had been brewed on the side, and poured it into the cup in front of him.

"How is it possible? That's something only a god can do." Yin Zhuang said in surprise.

"No, no, the God Lord can't do such a great thing."

Wei Shengyan shook his head, pushed the teacup in front of the opposite woman whose eyes were full of doubts and curiosity, and motioned her to drink the tea he made himself first.

Yin Zhuang endured her confusion, hesitated for a while, and then stretched out her hand to stick the teacup. The warm stream of tea slowly entered her throat. She put down the teacup and sipped the familiar fragrance of the tea, smiled and praised it.

Eyes as clear as water looked at Wei Shengyan again.

Wei Shengyan lowered his head, reached out to pick up the teapot and poured it on the woman opposite again, and said, "Now the Bishengzhu cannot be lighted by the gods. To be precise, because of a great change 500 years ago, the so-called The 'Divine Lord' can no longer light up any Bisheng Pillar in Suchuan."

"Why is that?" Silver makeup asked.

"Because Shenzong destroyed the royal family and all the puppet gods. He even wanted to destroy Tianqimen with his own hands. It's a pity. .”

Yin Zhuang frowned, looked at the middle-aged man who explained to herself, and looked puzzled: "Shenzong, is that the greatest emperor in the records of the Ming clan?"

"Isn't he the royal family? Why did he kill the royal family? ... What does it mean to have a god like a puppet?"

The woman didn't doubt Wei Shengyan's words too much, but she was puzzled about the cause and result of these words.

Although the Yin family is one of the three ancient bloodlines, at its peak, it was in charge of Sichuan with the Ming family and was in charge of the law, but today is different. Apart from this name, the current Yin family only has two downcast young bloodlines posterity.

In the past 500 years, in addition to previous changes, coupled with the passage of time, the inheritance of the Yin family has been severed.

She didn't know many secrets and thought it was reasonable.

Wei Shengyan is currently the largest wealthy businessman in Suchuan, who controls most of Suchuan's wealth and the largest news network, and is backed by the ancient prince Pingjianghou.

It is also possible to know some secrets that she does not know.

Hearing the woman's doubtful question, Wei Shengyan seemed to think of something funny, subconsciously burst out laughing, stopped after a while, and stood up.

What the whole person couldn't tell was whether it was a sentimental or mocking tone.

"You must know that the royal family 500 years ago had the surname Yuan, called the Yuan family, which has nothing to do with the Ming family today."

"Shenzong first appeared in the south of the Yangtze River, inexplicably appearing on the land of Suchuan. He didn't know where he came from, and he didn't know where he was going. One or two villains in the rivers and lakes have a heart of loyalty."

"However, he has never deliberately done anything. He once said that he came to this world just to find a woman. Wherever he goes, wherever he sees, one day, that woman will meet him. That is his predestined fate." , the sky cannot be broken."

"He is down-and-out, free and easy, just like this wandering in Suchuan, walking to one place, admiring a beautiful scenery, painting and recording it by his side, and learning good food from the wineries in the village. He said that one day, he will find On the day she met her, he wanted to share with her all the good things in this world..."

"Until one day, when Shenzong came to Zhaodu, he saw the royal city that hadn't changed for thousands of years, the Yuan clan, the blood-stained steps, all deceptions and lies, and all the royal families piled up with corpses."

"Every monster that comes out of the abyss eats a person, and it will light up the Pishengzhu once. They use blood as a contract and gods as an edict. The Yuan family controls the world by relying on Tianqimen's unique contracts and forbidden techniques. Looking at monsters one after another, and putting them in the skins of young and beautiful girls, Yuan Shi gave their works a beautiful name, "God Lord."

"Shenzong saw the blood-colored skin under the abyss, and saw the title of "God Lord" above the throne enjoyed by the world. Under the title, the skin under the beauty and mystery of the world has countless ugliness, disgusting, and disgusting. People are disgusting..."

The tea was already cold, and the opposite woman was stunned, her lips were closed and she could not speak, as if she had not been able to recover from the story of the middle-aged man for a long time.

She didn't know if what he said was true or not.

It is also impossible to distinguish, the content is too rich, subverting her previous cognition accumulated in more than 20 years of life.

Wei Shengyan looked at the woman, smiled apologetically, thought for a moment, and said relaxedly: "The next thing is that Shenzong was furious and killed the evil that he saw. After he ascended the throne, he even planned to destroy everything himself. "

"Unfortunately, I don't know why, Shenzong suddenly disappeared. This has done most of the things, and when it stopped suddenly, there will be a history of Tianqimen being covered up again, and there will be 500 years of modification. Weak history."

Yin Zhuang rubbed her fingers, pondered for a moment, thought of something, and asked, "What about Yin?"

Wei Shengyan looked at her and replied: "That's when the Yin family left Suchuan, and the weakness came from it."

"Is that so?"

Yinzhuang murmured, Wei Shengyan didn't answer, she looked at the middle-aged man, under that gentle face, there seemed to be many secrets that could be dug deep.

She restrained her expression and asked curiously: "Why...you said it so realistically, it feels like you saw it with your own eyes?"

Wei Shengyan raised his head, as if he had heard some joke, his body twitched slightly, and he laughed softly, and it took a long time before he stopped under the calm gaze of the woman opposite, and said jokingly.

"Maybe... I really saw it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he waved his hand violently, "Actually, it can also be said to be a dream. It is too fake to say that I saw it. After all, I still can't believe the facts. It may be better to treat this as a dream or a story. "

Yin Zhuang's eyes lowered, she stuck to the teacup again, the tea was cold in her throat, the fragrance was still there, and the taste was still the same, but she still couldn't see what the person opposite was thinking.

Wei Shengyan apologized again for his rudeness, and waved to the servant in the distance to get some of her favorite things that he had already prepared.

Maybe it's just that she was walking on the street, stopped in front of a certain shop, and glanced at the interesting trinkets, maybe she just saw the curiosity caused by the sound of wanton drinking and fighting in a certain tavern...

Those little ornaments, that exquisite wine in Pingting Pavilion, that brocade that is regarded as the treasure of the town shop...

He bought them all one by one and sent them to her.

He wanted to look at her and smile, and she looked at the object and smiled at him too.

After a long time, the two who had talked a lot parted ways, Wei Shengyan stood on the gazebo, watching the woman's figure drifting away, a trace of disappointment flashed in his eyes.

"Patriarch, several young masters have invited you to visit the mansion." The old housekeeper held a thick brocade robe and stood aside respectfully.

Wei Shengyan didn't respond for a long time, until a ray of breeze blew on his forehead, passed through some coolness, and the alcoholism suddenly disappeared a little. He picked up the brocade robe in the housekeeper's hand, and whispered to himself:
"The old Patriarch of the Yin family who has passed away once prepared a dowry for her daughter. She never said it, and I have never seen it. Do you think I am a bit redundant?"

The old butler lowered his head and did not answer.

What good things can there be in the dowry prepared by the down-and-out Yin family? The Weisheng family is already rich enough to rival the country based on wealth alone, but it is Miss Yin's dowry.

The family wanted to get married to Miss Yin's, but he didn't see the thing that belonged to him.

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Zhaodu.

It was still the royal palace, but at this moment Lu was not in the Zangshu Pavilion.

Sitting sadly on the throne that belonged to the emperor, the documents in front of Lu Ming were piled up with documents that almost drowned his height.

Since the awakening of the grand rebirth ceremony a few days ago, his position as the king has been extremely secure.

The princes who had been "concentrating" on observing the glorious deeds of the God Lord in Tianqimen, gave up many thoughts, one after another, and wrote the memorials one by one, stating the fiefdom, property, military, land...etc. .

express surrender.

Needless to say, Fei Tian, ​​who has always regarded the emperor as the first, took this opportunity to write several times to ask the emperor how to take this opportunity to take back the fiefdoms of the princes and restore the glory of the royal family.

She strongly begged the emperor to cheer up, be diligent, and be a wise and mighty emperor.

The scrolls were one after the other, those of the princes, the ones that Fei Tian handed over the power of the Prime Minister, and the ones that just took over the talisman of the head of Tianqimen.

Lu Ming didn't bother to watch, he came to be a faint king, not a wise king.

As long as the family business is not ruined, he feels very worthy of himself. As for the so-called ancestors, he can only say sorry.

Leaning on the chair with his back and buttocks, his feet resting casually on the memorabilia, Lu Ming picked up a pillow from the side, and a serious Ge You lying posture was perfectly presented.

"Hey, this is really not a life for people."

The sound of brisk footsteps came, but Lu Ming didn't raise his head. Only Linglong could come here at this time, because other people always ask for instructions from a long distance away, even Feitian, now has a lot more sense of distance.

I have to say that it is good to have a backer.

"Ah~"

"Oh shit, can't you review these memorials first? You can't do such a simple thing as the emperor?" As soon as she came over, Linglong was startled and dumbfounded by the tall memorials in front of her. I don't know why I feel inexplicably annoyed when I see this guy acting badly.

"How about...Master God, are you coming?" Lu Ming squinted over and stretched out his hand to signal.

Without the slightest surprise, the palm of his hand slapped red.

Someone bared his teeth in pain, "I'm an injured person, do you have any caring heart?"

Linglong rolled her eyes. The wound on her hand had been checked yesterday, the day before yesterday, and thousands of days ago, and there was not even a single scar. Eight knives are fine.

If she hadn't seen her scratched hand with her own eyes, she wouldn't have believed that Lu Ming had done this.

Reaching out her hand to pick up an apple from the fruit plate on the ground, she broke it hard, Linglong smiled, and pursed her lips and said with a smile, "Come on, mend it for Handsome Lu."

"It sounds so familiar, I can't remember where I heard it."

Giving up on self-acting, Lu Ming opened his mouth to take the apple, and said in doubt.

Linglong paused for a moment while eating the apple, and suddenly calmed down with a smile on her face. She sat beside him, carefully fed an apple to him under his suspicious eyes, and then asked softly: "Really, don't you remember?" up?"

Lu Ming glanced at the girl strangely, a little surprised by her behavior, but soon dismissed this kind of psychology, smiled at her, and put his arms around her small waist.

Soft, comfortable and very secure.

With his head resting on her thigh, Lu Ming shook his head helplessly at her under Linglong's raised eyebrows, frowning, threatening, helpless, cute, and various expressions, and then said.

"Linglong, I'm holding you now, you are my person now, let's put aside other messy things, I'm not someone who suffers from intermittent amnesia."

The big hands that were held together began to swim slowly, and Lu Ming climbed up, "We will get married when we go to Pingting to finish the last thing. In this world, in this imperial capital, we can do whatever we want."

Linglong held his head that was trying to get up, looked at the piles of things next to it, and said with a light smile: "Before we talk, can we tell the facts first, with the way you are doing things in the government, I can enjoy it with you." How many days are you rich and honored?"

Lu Ming spread his hands, glanced sideways outside, and kicked Zuo Shu flying, "How is it now?"

Linglong was stunned, "You're handsome, but I really miss you hitting you right now!"

Lu Ming stood up, waved to the iron guard who rushed in to signal to leave, then took Linglong's hand, and walked towards the apse.

"What you want to do, you must not hesitate. Hesitating... will only make you regret it."

Linglong: "...Do you know that you are very annoying now, and you don't want to beat me!"

The young Jun took the girl's hand and walked to the apse, the inner palace that belonged to him alone, and stopped in front of a wall with a painting hanging on it.

It was sent from Pingting.

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(End of this chapter)