Nagato has such a slim waist

On the observation deck, Master Jiafa's clothes were fluttering and he was chanting incantations.

"What kind of monster is this? He hasn't shown his true form yet..."

A sound came out, and a low plea came from under the green cloth.

"Mage, please forgive me. My sister and I are weeds that have become spirits. We have practiced for many years and have never caused harm to the world. We are good monsters..."

The mage clasped his hands together and said loudly: "You confused the Queen Mother of Jin and made her talk nonsense and fall from the high platform. How can you not bring harm to the world?"

"Unjust!" The weed spirit cried in a high-pitched voice.

"The Assembly Hall was originally a wasteland. My sister and I have been practicing here for thousands of years. We have always dreamed of imagining the human form. However, we built a house on the same spot. We were trapped in it and could not get out of the Assembly Hall. Today I am very happy to see the Queen Mother of Jin. She is pregnant with Lin. "My son, I wanted to take the opportunity to be reincarnated as a human being. Unexpectedly, the Queen Mother rolled down the wooden steps on her own and the fetus had a miscarriage..."

There were rumors of miscarriage just now, but hearing the "little demon" say it with your own ears was different.

There was an uproar around the observation deck.

The Jin envoy blushed and said, "What kind of evildoer is talking nonsense and ruining the reputation of the Queen Mother..."

Jia Lu held the law staff in his hand and lowered his eyes to look at the green cloth covering the ground.

"Why don't you recruit the little demon from the real thing?"

"Everything is true." The little demon's voice sounded a little frightened. "My sister and I have seen it ourselves. Please ask the mage for a clear understanding."

Another little demon cried, "The little demon told the truth, which is already a meritorious deed. Why doesn't Master spare me? It's also an opportunity..."

The green cloth moved without any wind and trembled continuously.

But anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that no one can be hidden under the green cloth.

Where does the sound come from?

There was a gloomy wind, and everyone on the field held their breath and concentrated, not daring to say anything.

Master Jiafa looked solemn and called out the Buddha's name.

"My Buddha is merciful. Little demon, please tell me where the general's wife is and then go there."

The news that Feng Yun was taken away by evil spirits spread in the assembly hall.

Just now Ao Qi rushed to the observation tower to find someone, and there was an uproar.

When Master Jiafa asked, the place immediately fell silent.

Just listen to the little demon's voice saying: "The general's wife is a body of immortality, and we and other little demons can't see it. But besides our sisters, there is also a big house demon here. He has great magic power, maybe he took people away, It’s unknown…”

"That's nonsense!" A sudden shout came from the silent field.

Ao Qi was seen rushing over from the crowd. Regardless of the obstruction of the imperial army, he jumped onto the wooden platform and pulled the green cloth covering it hard.

The green cloth is uncovered.

Two wild grasses lay quietly on the wooden ground.

A piece of green and full of vitality.

nobody.

Ao Qi's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly turned back to look at Jia Lu.

"Tell me, is it your fault?"

Jia Lu twisted his hands and recited the incantation, put his hands together and saluted Ao Qi.

"Donor Ao opened the green cloth, dispersed the spiritual power, and released the soul of the trapped little demon. Now, it will be difficult for me to capture them and come back to interrogate them..."

Ao Qi gritted his teeth when he saw his kind face in monk robes.

"Where is the demon?"

"Not outside the world of mortals."

"Where is Feng Twelve Niang?"

"Still asking for clues."

Ao Qi didn't believe this.

But the lonely high platform was empty. Besides the monster, who could take Feng Yun away? Looking at the solemn face of the Tianzhu monk, his clenched palms were sweaty and greasy...

All the drama has ended.

No one was to be found in the council chamber.

Even the eminent monk from Tianzhu was interrupted due to religious rituals and could not find out Feng Yun's whereabouts.

Li Sangruo was embarrassed by the little demon's truth just now, but he smiled again after hearing the news.

"I asked why this council is so unlucky. It turns out that there are not only weed spirits, but also big house monsters. Okay, it's quiet now."

Tang Shaogong lowered his eyes, expressionless.

"Your Highness can rest assured."

Li Sangruo lay lazily on the soft couch, stroking his aching lower abdomen.

"Do you think the general would believe what the little demon said?"

Tang Shaogong said: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. The general will always protect His Highness."

Some words are emphasized repeatedly, and the more you hear them, the more you believe them. Tang Shaogong said so confidently that Li Sangruo became happy again.

"As long as there was no instigation from Feng Twelfth Mother, how could the general and I have these quarrels? I just hope that big house monster will take good care of him and not let him back to seduce men again."

Tang Shaogong's lips curled up slightly and he remained silent.
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At the Zhuhe Ferry, the boats stood quietly in the cold wind.

驭！

Before the carriage had stopped, Xiao Cheng had already lifted the curtain and took a look eagerly.

Gongsun Jiong rode up to the carriage and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, my wife has been waiting for a long time."

There are many Qi troops guarding the ferry, all of them are strong and strong, with bright eyes. Xiao Cheng walked through it, his steps were very light, but his eyes were extremely bright, as if he was afraid of disturbing something. He lifted the corners of his robe when he boarded the boat, and every step he took was solemn.

Feng Ying was on the carriage following behind. Also arriving at about the same time was Mrs. Chen, with her two children, Feng Zhen and Feng Liang.

Along the way, the two women were very silent.

When they heard that Feng Yun was missing in the parliament, they already had suspicions in their minds, but no one said anything.

The carriage stopped, and with the support of the maid, Feng Ying walked a few steps quickly, preparing to follow Xiao Cheng onto the royal ship, but was stopped by the guards on the shore.

"Ma'am, stay."

Feng Ying looked at the imperial ship moored quietly on the water, pursed her lips slightly, and said with a smile:

"Why don't you let me on board?"

The guard looked serious and pointed to another official ship on the right side.

"Your Majesty has decreed that Madam please accompany Mr. Feng."

Feng Ying's face under the curtain hat was pale.

Royal ships are for the emperor, and official ships are for ministers.

If Xiao San regarded her as his wife, she should have boarded the ship instead of traveling with the Feng family.

Mrs. Chen came closer, took her cold little hand, followed her gaze towards Yu Feng, and gritted her teeth.

"A Ying doesn't need to be sad, so what if she secretly returns to Qi? If her reputation is not justified, what kind of trouble can she cause?"

Feng Ying's eyes were a little distracted.

"Yes, why does she want to come back? Isn't it good to follow General Pei? Do you want to give up the honorary position of the first-class lady? Coming back like this, unable to see anyone, is it any different from the outer chamber?"

Mrs. Chen sneered, "She has hated you since she was a child. She came back just to admire His Majesty and want to steal your marriage. My mother has said it long ago... You, the eldest sister, have never been kind-hearted."

Feng Ying closed her eyes silently.

"Xiao Lang has no self in his heart, and he has nothing to do with her. I thought he was born to be affectionate, but I didn't realize that... being affectionate is not for me."

Mrs. Chen was almost angry to death. Seeing her dissatisfied look, Feng Ying shed tears when she was about to say a few words.

"Mom, I still insist on using that golden girlfriend... As long as I can please Xiao Lang, it doesn't matter if I suffer a little."

Mrs. Chen opened her mouth, looked at her sad face, and sighed heavily.

"There is no need to compete with her for a short period of time, the future will be long."

The vixen returned to Qi State and had no other way to survive except relying on the Feng family.

If it falls into her hands, she will have to skin her even if she doesn't die. How can she argue with her daughter?

Mrs. Chen felt relieved after thinking of this, and asked Ningxiu to quickly help Feng Ying board the official boat, then stood on the shore, waited for Feng Jingting to come over, and scolded him severely.

"Your good daughter is back, are you satisfied now?"
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Xiao Cheng strode into the cabin.

Ping'an, Jixiang and others all noticed that the emperor was not as calm as usual. It was the first time that they had seen him lose his temper and rush to see a woman for so long.

The gauze curtain hangs lightly, and the graceful figure is faintly visible under the light.

Xiao Cheng looked at it, his voice soft and hoarse.

"You guys go down."

The palace man lowered his head and retreated.

Xiao Cheng then slowly raised his steps, staring at the girl approaching with blazing eyes. He sighed, put his arms around her waist, and hugged her into his chest. The long loneliness was swept away, and the satisfaction that followed, It made his eyes turn red.

"Ayun..."

Countless times, I have fantasized about being able to hold her in my arms like this, every moment, every year. When the warm body fell into his arms, Xiao Cheng's heart ached. He couldn't help himself and tightened his arms even more.

"You finally returned to me..."

The girl in his arms stiffened and leaned against him, not moving.

Xiao Cheng's fingers trembled slightly, and he lowered his head after a while. His chin landed on the top of her head, caressing her gently, and stopped suddenly.

Perhaps it was her meekness and silence that made him suspicious. He suddenly stretched out his hand to pull her face, pinched her chin violently, and forced her to look up.

It was a face with exquisite makeup, wearing Feng Yun's clothes, Feng Yun's favorite makeup, and her favorite yellow flower. At a glance, it was Feng Yun himself.

But how could Xiao Cheng admit that Feng Yun was wrong?

He pushed away the delicate body in his arms and took a step back.

"Who are you?"

Daman slowly relaxed, his cheeks flushed, "The maid has met His Majesty."

"Are you the person next to A Yun?" Xiao Cheng rarely paid attention to Feng Yun's maid, but this voice sounded very familiar to him.

Just can't think of a name.

He lowered his eyes and said, "Why does your face... look so similar to A Yun? Where is she?"

Daman smiled bitterly in his heart.

Beside Feng Yun, the beauty of the country and the heavenly fragrance were eclipsed.

It turned out that after seeing her so many times, Xiao Cheng had never noticed that she was also as beautiful as a flower, and she was somewhat similar to Feng Yun. With careful makeup, she looked even more like her.

"Return to Your Majesty." Daman turned sideways and knelt in front of him. He no longer raised his face, nor did he hope to win the favor of the prince. He only said with a straight face: "Madam said, thank you for your help, Your Majesty. I have nothing to repay, so I specially asked the maid to come and wait on you."

Every word was like strong wine pouring into Xiao Cheng's heart.

"Where is your master?"

Daman pulled out an envelope from his sleeve.

"My wife gave this to your Majesty. My wife said that your Majesty will understand it at a glance." (End of Chapter)