Crazy Concubine is very sturdy

Chapter 361 The Descendants of Fucheng (1)
Leng Xia rolled her eyes and pointed to the core: "What about the treasure map?"

She suddenly remembered the secrets of Fucheng that she learned in the underground imperial mausoleum that day, rubbed her chin and murmured: "Is it because Qiu, the second city chairman of Fucheng, was cheated of military expenses by Prince Yan Bacha, so since then , to transfer Fucheng's silver treasury to prevent future troubles?"

"Eh?" The old naughty boy stroked his beard, approached her with a look of surprise, observed for a long time, and said strangely: "Girl, you actually know such secrets about Fucheng?"

"You Fucheng?" Leng Xia quickly grasped the point, and asked with a slow smile: "Senior is also from Fucheng?"

The old naughty boy jumped three feet away, looked at her vigilantly, curled his lips and said: "You are a ghost, you want to play tricks on the old man!"

She leaned against the colonnade, wrapped her arms around him and said nothing, just looked at him indifferently.

With a "咻", the pink robe flashed, and the old urchin flew to the broken beam, shaking his legs in the flying dust, "Girl, you haven't given the old man yet." The exact answer is whether to avenge this bloody revenge or not, and whether to do the great cause of recovery?"

Leng Xia spread her hands, and in his expectant face, shook her head leisurely, and said casually: "Forget it, it's just a story to listen to anyway."

The old naughty boy became impatient!
you you you……

Hey, that's not how the plot works!

He flew down with a "huh", jumped his feet anxiously, blew his beard and stared: "You are the last descendant of Fucheng! How could you not do it? How could you not do it? How dare you not do it?"

Leng Xia sighed and saw that he was really eager. After thinking for a while, she asked: "Senior, you also said that there is only one descendant left in Fucheng, and maybe you. anyone?"

The old urchin shook his head, and answered honestly: "It was washed clean by blood overnight, and it's gone."

"Yes, that's the problem, Fucheng is gone!" Leng Xia looked straight into his somewhat dull eyes, couldn't bear it but had to say, "Senior, I believe you have been hoping for the restoration of Fucheng for the past 17 years. , but why didn't you tell Murong Lengxia about this at the beginning, because you know that this is not something that can be done by a single person. As Fucheng is rebuilt, their eyes are staring at the treasure map, once Fucheng is rebuilt, they will be besieged by the joint forces of the five kingdoms!"

The old urchin's eyes flickered, and she continued: "Now that I'm here, you have hope again, you think I can finish this matter, yes, let me finish it, even if Fucheng is really rebuilt , but what about the people? The people are the real soul of Fucheng. The people of Fucheng are gone. Are they still the original ones? No, they are people from Xiwei, Daqin, East Chu, and Beiyan. , South Koreans!"

The old naughty boy took a step back involuntarily, and murmured: "It's gone... It's gone..."

He really wanted to refute Leng Xia, but found that he couldn't say a word. What she said was true!
Fucheng is gone!
As early as 17 years ago, it was gone!

Leng Xia turned around and saw Mu Er who had been standing there blankly. At this moment, she also turned her gaze to the disheartened old naughty boy, her brows slightly frowned, showing a bit of distress.

She turned her back to the old naughty boy, and said the last sentence: "Senior, you should think about it carefully, whether you want to start another war for an unwarranted name!"

The old naughty boy drooped his shoulders in despair, and at the same time drooped his long drooping eyebrows and big beard, his eyes showed a bit of struggle...

After a long while, I sighed: "Girl, I really can't afford to hold down such a big hat of yours."

At this moment, rustling sounds came from outside the cold palace, combined with the sound of many messy footsteps, the crisp sound of weapons and armor colliding, and the shouts of guards, it became a mess.

The corner of Leng Xia's lips twitched, it took so long to find out!

He grabbed the unconscious old emperor and threw it into the arms of Mu Er, who was in a daze. He kicked his toes on the porch pillar, and quickly climbed up with the help of the pedaling force. He landed on the beam in just three or two strokes. Following closely, Mu Er The clothes of Erhe and the old naughty boy flashed and appeared on the left and right of her.

The three of them held their breath, hearing the footsteps outside getting heavier and more urgent, then rushed in a team of guards, looked around, and then quickly evacuated.

Until the footsteps went away, the guards' conversations could still be heard.

"Hey, what the hell, it's so good, the emperor is gone!"

"Captain, I've already searched for this remotest cold palace, the emperor should not be in the palace, right?"

"It's not something you and I can say, all the princes and princesses are here, hurry up and look elsewhere!"

The three of them fell to the ground, and the old urchin grabbed his messy white hair, pouted at the old emperor in Mu Er's arms, and asked, "Girl, what should I do with this old thing?"

Leng Xia thought for a while, the corners of her lips curled up in a proud arc, and she decided: "Gu Mo Zhai!"

In the old emperor's dormitory, all the princes and princesses were present, circling anxiously around the empty bed, two young eunuchs and a row of guards were kneeling at the door.

Murong Zhe kicked one of the young eunuchs in the face, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth, and cursed: "Trash! Trash!"

Murong Xiao laughed lightly, waved his fan and said coolly, "Isn't that what a thief calls "stop thief?"

"What do you mean?" Murong Zhe grabbed his front, with a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, "You mean, I kidnapped the emperor?"

Murong Xiao didn't panic, closed the fan, tapped his veined hand with the tail of the fan, with deep meaning: "Third brother was hit by what I said, are you angry from embarrassment?"

He let go of his hand, calmed down, and said with a sneer: "Maybe it's because you jumped the wall in a hurry, and now you're hitting me again!"

"It's not my turn to jump over the wall..." Murong Xiao turned his head to look at Murong Qi who had been silent all this time, and sarcastically said, "Isn't it, sixth brother?"

Murong Qi at this moment is completely different from the previous few days, with a ring of stubble growing on his chin, and black eye circles, he raised his head slightly, but did not answer.

(End of this chapter)