Feng Yin

Chapter 298

"Three years shook the Yuan, and the whole country was miserable. Floods flooded the land, and how many people were buried.

There is a way, there is more help when there is a right, but little help when there is no way.

The tyrannical monarch who did not end well was eventually condemned by the heavens; the hidden emperor with the world in his heart shook the world.

Drive off the Tartars, fight witches and gu, and control the flood with half-faced green;
Wearing a white robe and covered with silver armor, he has cured the water for seven years without condensing his eyebrows.

In ancient times, there was a great Yu who controlled the floods, but he never entered the house after passing through the house three times;
Today there is a crouching tiger to save the world, and for seven years, the people are peaceful and the people are everywhere.

More respectable, for the people and safety of the country, do not call yourself a king, and do not be proud of the stability of the country;
Zhenzhen is the No.1 Son of Heaven for the People! "

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The sun is like a fire, and the ground is red.

Yejing, the bustling imperial capital of Xirong, slowly filled the streets and alleys with excited crowds.In front of the stage on the side of Qiucheng's main road, bursts of loud cheers and prolonged applause sounded from time to time.On the stage, a stooped storyteller, with an excited face and a red face, was acting out other people's legends with great interest.

But after a while, the gavel slapped, everyone was startled, and they all fell silent.

I saw the storyteller stepped forward with cupped hands, joyfully facing the crowd of Xirong people surrounded by forests in front of the stage, he made a determined statement:

"The cold and summer guests who come and go from north to south, if you don't know who is the holy master Mingjun that the old man said in his mouth and respected in his heart? Just unload your bags and stop slowly, and listen to my three-year-old child in Xirong. . . . ..."

After saying that, he stretched out his hand for a while, only to see a few yellow-haired children in the front row, who immediately praised in childish voices:

"Half-faced Qingcang Nanchuan King, subduing the tiger and winning the prestige is famous!"

After a while, the crowd was excited and cheered at the same time.

In the Sifang Inn not far from the stage, a white shirt stood by the window.

It was still a gleaming silver armor, covering her face silently and quietly, but, in the eyes that were deliberately insolent in the past, now slowly filled with infinite sorrow and desolation.

There was a burst of noise, and he couldn't help frowning slightly. The next moment, without waiting for Chun Tian who was beside him to come forward to offer his hand, he quietly reached out and gently closed the window.

"Really, there is no news of her?!"

Slightly frowning, and slowly tilting his head, he finally couldn't help the eagerness in his heart, and asked again.

Chuntian, dressed in commoner clothes, opened his mouth to speak, but couldn't bear it in his heart. After thinking for a while, he finally gritted his teeth and walked forward slowly:

"My lord, why are you so persistent? Besides, even General Feng has recognized her identity, don't you, do you still doubt it? If she wasn't the former saint, why did she have to do things in the past seven years?" Do everything personally, care about the people's livelihood, follow the phoenix general, and help you stabilize the country? My lord, I advise you, you should stop doing these fearless attachments! You should return to Sichuan quickly and reunite with the holy lady?!"

Chuntian's sincere sincerity, but in exchange for that side of the silver armor frown worried:

"What? Even you are doubting me now? Do you think that my seven years of searching have been mediocre?!"

Chuntian let out a long sigh:
"My lord, please forgive me for being disrespectful. What real evidence do you have that can prove that the woman you and Feng Jiang rescued from the Yanwei Ice Pass is not the old holy lady, the one you have been thinking about day and night. The Fengyu girl?! She can remember all the good things you had in the past, even the hatred; she can recall every word of the tenderness and sweetness in Xiufeng Mountain that belonged only to the two of you; even... even she was angry because of hatred , I can clearly remember the imprint engraved on your body, isn’t it enough to prove that she is the Feng Yu who was disguised and reborn by you on Eryun Island?”

Hearing the sound, Yin Jia turned around slowly, fixedly looked at Chun Tian with his sad eyes, and changed the subject seemingly abruptly:

"Jingyi, have you ever truly loved someone?!"

Chun Tian was taken aback when he heard the sound, and slowly shook his head in puzzlement.

Shining Armor let out a sad voice, full of grief:

"Yeah, if you have loved before, why would you ask me such a question! Jingyi, you don't know, if you really fall in love with someone, with a smile, a smile, love and hatred, it will definitely be imprinted in your heart forever, but just These alone are not enough. If you can't remember her breath, if you forget the breath from her heart, it only means that you don't love her enough!"

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Yejing Palace.

Inside the Feiluan Hall.

The sound of the guqin arouses the resentment and resentment in his heart.

The maidservant of the spirit snake rushed in, facing Ning Zhilan who was cross-legged and playing the piano, she let out an uncontrollable excitement:

"Princess, I found it!"

Ning Zhilan paused when she heard the sound, and the strings under her hand snapped and snapped:

"really?!"

The Maid of the Spirit Snake nodded hurriedly:
"Ling'er guarantees with her life that she will never be wrong!"

Ning Zhilan became ruthless when she heard the sound, and grabbed the skirt of the spirit snake maid:

"If the news is wrong, what's the use of taking your head off? What I want is real evidence!"

The Maid of the Spirit Snake nodded in response:

"The cold snake is psychic, you can never go wrong! As long as you capture the black python, you won't have to worry about finding Qi Guan Sheng and Feng Yu!"

"it is good!"

Ning Zhilan's eyes were filled with ecstasy:
"God help me too!"

The Maid of the Spirit Snake frowned in thought, stayed for a moment, and opened her mouth in worry:

"Princess, do you want to report this news to Lang Zhixuan?!"

As soon as the words fell, Ning Zhilan turned around angrily, and slapped the maidservant of the spirit snake hard on the face.

"This subordinate deserves to die!" Spirit Snake Maid knelt down and said in a moment of panic, "Subordinate is just worried that now the Northern Liao Tartars, combined with Eastern Chu barbarian Gu, have repeatedly committed crimes against Xirong, if it hadn't been for the secret assistance of Nanchuan Fuhu in recent years I'm afraid Xirong has long been... The subordinates are just worried, if Xirong is dead, what will the princess have to contend with that Nanchuan Fuhu?!"

The Maiden of the Spirit Snake spoke incoherently, and Ning Zhilan laughed straight up.The Maid of the Spirit Snake raised her eyes in confusion, only to hear Ning Zhilan grit her teeth and said ruthlessly:

"Ling'er, you claim to be my confidant in vain, but you can't even figure out the slightest bit of what I think in your heart! Bengong pretended to "capture the phoenix feather" as a threat to let Nanchuan Fuhu send troops to help Xirong, in order not only to consume Nanchuan's troops, I also want to see how miraculous the so-called "Spiritual Art of Recruitment" is in the legend that allowed Lang Zhixuan to turn the world around and retreat from a powerful enemy? As for Xirong, Hmph, it is just a springboard for me to seize Nanchuan, so I have no time to care about its ups and downs! As long as that old man is willing to protect my post, I will bring my master back to the court one day! "

The maidservant of the spirit snake pondered for a moment, then nodded quietly:
"Your subordinate understands! The reason why the princess insisted on letting the fatuous and lustful Emperor Xirong marry Bi Qingliu who was brought back by Na Yun Wuxia as his concubine is actually just to use Bi Qingliu to cater to the emperor, so as to suppress the Nakayu clan and Yun Wuxia. No time to be arrogant, so as to secure my post, and one day in the future, I will win the military power and return to the court!"

"You are still a bit smart!"

Ning Zhilan stared in disdain, but the Maid of the Spirit Snake was worried again:
"The subordinates are just worried that Nanchuan Fuhu will not be easily fooled! The princess used the false news that Feng Yu was imprisoned as a bait to lure Lang Zhixuan to send troops to disrupt the four countries, but the subordinates are worried that the paper will not be enough Live the fire, and what's even more strange is that although he allowed the princess to coerce him and sent troops to help Xirong, he also sent people to search around secretly. Now that the black python has disappeared, the whereabouts of the real phoenix feather may be clarified in just a few days. Want to come to Nanchuan Fuhu..."

The maidservant of the spirit snake hesitated to speak, but Ning Zhilan gave her a hard look:
"You take every mouthful of Nanchuan Fuhu, why, could it be that you, like those dull and lowly Xirong Shuzi outside, were brainwashed by those rumors, and really became Lang Zhixuan's dog?!"

"Princess……"

"Shut up!"

Ning Zhilan waved her sleeves angrily:
"I don't want to hear this title that will always be engraved with shame!"

The Maid of the Spirit Snake was speechless, full of grievances, but she could only lower her head even more, not daring to say a word.

Ning Zhilan paced and turned her eyes, thinking slowly, raised her eyebrows for a moment, and said in a cold voice:
"I haven't seen you for a long time, but I don't know how the lovely Princess Fuyao of my palace is doing well in the womb of the crown prince?!"

The Maid of the Spirit Snake turned her eyes to think about it, she understood it for a moment, and the next moment she responded respectfully:
"Ling'er understands! Ling'er is going to summon Lianqin now, and ask her to bring Princess Fuyao to meet the empress!"

……

In Feiluan Palace, conspiracies abound;
Inside Xuanwu Palace, there was a long sigh.

Yun Wuxia, who had washed away the lead, put up the priest Su Bai, who stood in front of the window at this moment, looking at the red clouds at the edge of the western sky, and asked with condensed eyebrows:

"Have you listened carefully?! If there is half a lie, you know the consequences!"

"My lord priest, I...even if I have a hundred guts, I wouldn't dare to lie to you...everything I said just now is true!"

Hearing this, Yun Wuxia's crescent eyebrows became more and more frowned. After thinking about it for a while, she slowly waved her hands:
"Retire! You have done a good job in the past few years. This priest will keep it in mind. When the time is right, you will definitely be rewarded!"

The masked prostrate servant girl was delighted when she heard the sound, and her eyes flashed with brilliance:

"The slaves dare not ask for rewards, as long as the priest knows the loyalty of the slaves, the slaves will be satisfied!"

Yun Wuxia sneered and looked back slowly:

"Lu Yao knows the horsepower, and you can see the people's hearts after a long time! You just need to do your job well, and you can worry about everything else!"

The maid hurriedly lowered her head when she heard the sound, but after a while she suddenly raised her head, lowered her voice and hurriedly asked:
"God bless the prince..."

Yun Wuxia hastily raised her hand, stopped her questioning directly, and shook her head with frowning:
"Bi Qingliu, mother and son, don't disturb me for now! Don't startle the snake and ruin my event!"

"The slaves obey!"

……

The sun is burning, and July is burning.

In the military tent at the foot of Qianlian Mountain, everyone was sluggish, and the generals were anxious.

In the main tent barracks, Mo Yue raised her elbows and frowned, with a vicissitudes of life on her face.

The face that was originally delicate and beautiful like a woman is now full of the wind and frost of the years.

Only the two long-lived sons in his hands, which were spinning endlessly, followed Mo Yue's plan as always, emitting bright light.

"Son, it's not good!"

An urgent communication suddenly sounded:
"Prince Mowei is gone!"

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(End of this chapter)