Feng Yu Jiu Tian

The whisper of love continued until the stars quietly closed their eyes, and the grey light came through from the other side of the sky.

Qiu basket held his knees, and Qiuyue sat back to back on the grass, yawning lazily, and said dimly, "It's dawn."

"One night, ah, back pain ..." loosened his muscles, Qiu Xing twisted to his waist, and frowned loudly.

"It's really hard for you, to accompany us to watch the stars one night." An enlarged face appeared above, with a gentle and sweet smile, and stippled eyes hid a unique aura. They smiled at them, and then turned around and instructed the guards on the side: "Where is Baiyun? Bring it in. I'm going to gallop along the shore today and feel the taste of letting go in late autumn."

Rong Tian winked, stopping the guards, and finally became suspicious: "Feng Ming, are you ... Tired?"

"Never tire." Feng Ming smiled happily: "Perhaps Yongyin's soil and water are particularly good. Since the First World War in Oman, I have never tried this kind of energy, and I seem to have endless energy. Fast , Bring Baiyun, I want to ride a horse. "

"Ming King," Qiu Lan walked to Feng Ming's side, and looked at his look carefully. Sure enough, he was not reluctantly supportive, his eyes were bright and sharp, and he turned slightly, like flowing mercury. As he groaned, Qiu Lan cautiously advised: "Ming Ming wants to play, and also has something to eat before going back to the camp account."

"Oh, you reminded me that I was a bit hungry." Fengming touched his stomach and nodded. "Well, then go to breakfast. Autumn basket, I still have the chicken from last night." I stared at the autumn basket. .

"it is good."

The group went back to the camp, Fengming was extremely spirited, and he kept pointing at the scenery and talking with Rong Tian.

Qiuyue pulled the reins, leaving the horses just behind the autumn basket, and whispered, "I don't know why, I always feel scared. What's the matter with Ming Wang today?"

"Ming Wang's body is not good at all, but now he is still refusing to rest. What can he do?" Qiu Lan stared at Feng Ming's intimate sister Yi Rongtian's back, and gritted his teeth: "After returning to the camp, immediately click on Anshen Incense. You put some dead leaves of the sleeping tree in the hot tea of ​​Ming Wang Duan, and when he falls asleep, please ask Master Songteng to come and take a look. "

"I think so too. Seeing what the king meant, I also wanted to coax him to sleep."

The maids negotiated, and the camp was close.

Rong Tian held the horse's head, and just about to dismiss Fengming, Fengming said cheerfully: "I don't need you, look at me." A smart one turned over and landed firmly on the ground in a graceful and extreme posture, provoking him behind. The guards applauded for a while.

Rong Tian shook her head and blamed helplessly: "What if I sprain my foot?"

As soon as they entered the camp together, an ominous weird smell suddenly entered the nose.

"King," the palace official hurried over, his face complexion, kneeling down and trembling, "King Qilu, Master Songteng he ... he was in trouble." He was apprehensive.

The people who stood in front of the news heard a sudden shock.

Rong Tian frowned and asked, "What's going on?"

"The minion didn't know what was going on. The mage summoned breakfast at dawn on weekdays, but today he never summoned it. The minion ventured into it and found out that the mage had ... have no breath.

"No breath? Was someone sneaking in or poisoning? Who was waiting in his camp last night?"

The official in the palace saw Rong Tian's harsh words, he fought a cold war, and hurriedly said, "The Master was fine last night, and there was nothing special on Peace Day. He always practiced in the evening, and it was forbidden to disturb anyone, so the slave was last night After waiting for the Master ’s supper, he did n’t go in. The King forgive sins, and in the evening without the Master ’s summons, slaves ca n’t enter, so ... ”

"Is there a wound on my body?"

"Master Huiteng, Archer Songteng sat cross-legged as usual, his face was calm, and there were no wounds on his body." As if recalling the strange appearance of Songteng's peaceful death, the palace official took a nap and supported with shaking arms. With his upper body, he didn't dare to lift his head to report one by one: "It's like ... it's like being drawn to the soul by evil spirits."

"It wouldn't be ..." Feng Ming tugged at Rong Tian's sleeves, looking a little uneasy: "Amulets made of blood every day are too energy-hungry, so silently ..."

"How is it possible? Song Teng is a cultivator. For the time being, there is no breath. This may be a condition of cultivation reaching the realm. These ignorant people do not understand, so they are fussed." Rong Tian held his hand, comforting. His face tightened tightly, his facial expression slowly relaxed, and he swept around coldly, and finally set his sight on the back of the palace official who was already sweating: "No need to panic. But ... Take this opportunity to look up something else, Tangling! "

"Xiaguan is here!" Dongling, the chief of the guard, immediately stood out from the crowd, his forehead was also sweating. As the head of the guard, he was in charge of security at the resident station. If Song Teng was murdered, he could not escape punishment.

"The people who had waited for Songteng last night and those who had entered Songteng's camp were supervised and questioned one by one."

"Yes!"

"Nothing in Songteng's camp is allowed to be moved. Seek a medicine officer to see if someone is poisoning."

"Yes!"

"Also ... search the king's camp and see if there is anything wrong."

"Yes!"

Rong Tian finished the arrangement without delay, then turned to smile at Feng Ming, and said easily: "No riding today. If you bathe well and sleep well, then when you wake up, Wang will I appreciate you for a day and let you do whatever you like. "

"Do whatever you want?" Fengming's beautiful eyes suddenly shined.

"Ok."

"What can you do?"

"You can do anything."

Fengming cheered and promised: "Okay, okay, you can't break your word."

Rong Tian looked at him petitely: "How can the king keep his word? But if the king returns and finds that you have not fallen asleep, this promise will be cancelled."

"One word is for sure! Autumn baskets, autumn moons, and autumn stars are blue!" Feng Ming commanded in a row, "Let's go back to the camp, hurry up and prepare for bathing."

"Slave obeys." Neat and consistent, crisp and sweet answer like Huang Ying.

The maids gathered around, like a colorful cloud, rushing around Fengming and disappeared behind the curtain door.

Rong Tian watched Fengming enter the camp, and drank, "Dongling, follow the king to see Song Teng's camp."

"Yes." Dong Ling followed behind Rong Tian, ​​pondered for a long time, and asked anxiously: "Master, can someone really cultivate to the point where he does not need to breathe? In this way, Master Songteng is probably the most powerful mage in the eleven countries. Now. "

"Do you believe this? Song Teng was mostly killed, and the king must check it out."

"But King Ming ..."

"Ming Wang, he has read more martial arts novels, so he believes in strange things."

"Martial arts novel?"

"If you don't understand this thing, you won't understand it."

In the camp, Fengming drank the hot tea brought by Qiuyue, quickly took a hot bath, wore a large and comfortable silk robe, and sat on the cushion with a large soft pillow.

"Are King Ming still not sleepy?"

"not sleepy."

Qiuyue spit her tongue and uncovered the empty tea bowl. Several dead leaves of the sleeping tree were indeed mixed in the tea.

"Ahem ..." Qiu Lan winked at Cai Qing.

Another bunch of incense incense to calm down was lit.

"Ming Ming ... Are you still sleepy?"

The spirited Feng Ming stared at two shiny eyes: "No sleepy."

"But ... Ming Wang promised the king, and he would sleep well after bathing."

"Because ..." Feng Ming bowed her head. "I'm thinking about an important question, so I can't sleep."

"Thinking about it?" The maids looked at him curiously.

Fengming appeared annoyed, and remained silent for a full quarter of an hour, shook her head suddenly, and shouted unbearably: "Am I a fool in Rong Tian's heart? Song Teng is my protector, he died Somehow it shows that my situation has become very bad. I do n’t understand such a simple truth? He actually deceived me with such a ridiculous level of ridiculous lie! You are also making troubles in front of me and ordering so many incenses. And, Qiuyue, "Fengming suddenly raised the volume:" What did you put in my tea? It would have a sweet taste. "Black eyes turned to Qiuyue.

"Ah? Slaves ... Slaves ..." Qiuyue was taken two steps back in shock by his sudden question, and his face changed color.

Qiu Xing helped Qiu Yue a hand, and laughed strongly: "Ming Wang is really amazing today, thinking about things faster than anyone else." He was turning his eyes and thinking about what to say, the curtain was suddenly opened and brought into a cold wind.

Rong Tian walked in with a somber face, and said hoarsely, "The news from the palace, the queen mother is seriously ill."