Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky: Twelve, a line between sorrow and joy 3

April 21, Si time.

Feng Duying discusses matters with the officials in Ziying Hall.

Since the access to Jiuluo Mountain, how to deal with the Shanyou tribe on the other side of the mountain, that is, the Biya seaside, has become a major matter in the country. Today is to discuss with Shanyou whether to conclude a bond with Shanyou or send troops to conquer it.

For such matters, there are always two schools of thought among the ministers, war and peace are two extremes, and it is never possible to unify.

While the officials were expressing their opinions, there was a sudden noise outside the hall.

"Qing Huijun! Qing Huijun! Please go back with me, this is the Ziying Palace, not the Yingshou Palace, you went wrong!"

"Go away! I'm drinking to my heart's content, don't spoil my fun! Go, go, call some beauties to come to Ziying Hall to sing and dance for me!"

"Mr. Qing Hui, if we want to watch the singing and dancing, can we go back to Yingshou Palace? This Ziying Palace is a place for discussing politics, how can we go in."

"Who said you can't enter? I want to enter! Quickly, go and call the beauties! Where are the bright eyes and bright teeth now? The blood-stained wandering souls can't return. Alas, where are the beauties? Are they all blood-stained wandering souls? No way!" [Note ○3]

Listening to the drunken yelling outside the hall, the officials in the hall couldn't help but fell silent, all looking at the queen on the jade throne. They had also heard a little about Qing Huijun getting drunk every day, but they had never witnessed it with their own eyes. They didn't expect that he came to the Ziying Hall drunk today.

"Mr. Qing Hui, let's go back." The servant serving Jiuyao outside the palace begged.

Keep Jiuyao sitting at the bottom of the steps with his buttocks in his arms, "I will go back, maybe go back where. Haven't you seen 'All nations are conquered, and the flames of war are surrounded by hills and mountains. The dead bodies are smelly, Bleeding Kawahara Dan', idiot, where is there a place to go back!" [Note ○4]

All the officials in the palace were stunned when they heard it.

"Mr. Qing Hui, please keep your voice down. In the Ziying Hall, Feng Wang and the ministers are discussing matters, so don't make a fuss." It's like rooting on the ground, no matter how you pull it, it won't move.

"Hahahaha...the discussion? What is the discussion? It's a murder?" Jiuyao laughed, the laughter was full of sarcasm, and then he chanted loudly, "I don't see Lao Laiyi , sighing that everything in the world is wrong. I have no home to find my siblings, where can you visit the court today?" [Note ○5]

Listening to the voices from outside the hall, the officials in the hall understood at this moment that Qing Huijun was using drunken poetry to mock the court affairs. Each of them frowned, and looked at the queen on the throne, but the queen's face was cold, and there was no sign of happiness or anger.

Jiu Yao outside the hall continued to chant: "It is better to return to Ma Yi than to return to Ma Yi. Thousands of families now have hundreds of families. Mourning for widows and punishing them all. Where is the village in Qiuyuan?" [Note ○6]

"Qing Huijun, please don't read it anymore." The servant begged, while carefully looking at the closed palace gate and the guards with swords guarding in front of the palace. Qing Huijun in front of him is the queen's husband-in-law, and his status is noble. Naturally, these guards dare not move, but they are afraid that the queen in the palace will be angry, and order him to be beheaded for lack of service. That would be pitiful.

"You don't want me to read it, but I want to read it!" Jiuyao threw the wine jar, stood up, turned his head to face Ziying Hall, and chanted loudly: "Killing is limited, nations have their own borders. Harshness can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can it kill more." The voice resounded like gold and stone, resounding through the hall. [Note ○7]

Some of the officials in the palace were moved, some frowned, and when the waiter was responding, the queen on the jade throne suddenly got up, and the officials couldn't help being slightly startled. I saw Feng Duying walking quickly to the front of the palace door, and as soon as he opened the door, he saw Jiuyao standing in front of the steps, with disheveled black hair, a dejected appearance, full of alcohol, but standing upright, His eyes fixed on this side.

The two looked at each other quietly, each with stern eyes.

After a while, Feng Duying looked back and told the hall: "The court meeting is over today, we will discuss it another day." After saying that, he stepped out of the hall, but he ignored Jiu Yao standing in front of the steps and walked forward.

But she ignored Jiuyao, but Jiuyao followed her, shouting at the same time: "Feng Wang, be careful where you step, you didn't see a lot of people hiding on the ground, they all opened their eyes. Empty eyes, reaching out to you with **** hands!"

Feng Duying remained unmoved and continued walking.

"Alas! Feng Wang, many resentful spirits are coming in front of you! They are all covered in blood, and they are all saying that you killed them, and they want to ask for your life! Hahahaha...these ghosts How brave you are, how dare you ask for your life to the majestic King of Wind! Admire! Really admire! If it were me, I wouldn’t dare to ask for my life to King Feng!” Jiuyao laughed miserably, staggering all the way, but his feet never stopped Slowly, he followed Feng Duying not far or near.

But the servant following Jiuyao was terrified when he heard his disrespectful words, but he didn't dare to make a sound, so he could only slow down and follow from a distance.

Seeing that Feng Duying ignored him, Jiuyao said again: "Feng Wang, you walk slowly, are you afraid that they will take your life if you walk so fast? Oh, if this is the case, it will be troublesome. With so many ghosts and ghosts following you, how many lives do you have to pay back? Even a thousand cuts would not be enough!" The bitterness and resentment in those words chilled everyone who heard it.

Feng Duying stopped suddenly, turned around and stared at Jiuyao.

Jiuyao also stopped, looking at Feng Duying fearlessly and nonchalantly.

There is no expression on the wind-like, shadow-like face, the fists in the sleeves are clenched tightly, and the cold and bright light shoots out from the phoenix eyes, like a bright and sharp sword, which will be unsheathed in the next moment Come out and drink blood!

The ruthlessness and hostility had frightened the servant behind Jiuyao to tremble, and he backed away unconsciously. But Jiuyao faced each other with his head raised, his eyebrows cold and his eyes cold, and he did not back down.

Feng Duying stepped up and walked towards Jiuyao, and stopped when he was three feet away from him. However, she could no longer peek at her thoughts behind the mirror.

"Whether it's a human, a ghost, or a god, whoever stands in front of me..." She coldly spit out each word, raised her arm, and swiped down like a sword, "My lord!" Kill them all!" At the same time as the words fell, the wide sleeves raised a strong wind, blowing the clothes and hair of the two people.

After finishing those words, Feng Duying's whole body overflowed with a mighty aura, as if she could level the world with a wave of her sleeves. Subdue the heart of worship.

Kejiuyao showed no signs of fear, and sneered coldly: "Ghosts and gods can also be killed, Feng Wang is so brave!"

Feng Duying raised his chin slightly, and looked at Jiuyao coldly, "If you want to stand opposite this king, you can come forward with a knife!" After she finished speaking, she turned her head and strode away.

Behind him, Jiuyao looked at the back of her leaving resolutely, his chest was full of emotions, but he couldn't tell whether it was hatred, anger, sadness or pain. Kicked, and kicked a pot of peony on the side of the road flying Zhang Yuan, "Bang!" The flower pot broke, and the purple peony shriveled to the ground.

The servant behind him was terrified and silent, while Jiu Yao stared at the purple peony plant on the ground in a daze.

After a long time, I walked over, picked up the purple peony in the soil and murmured "I'm sorry." Then I ignored the mud and left with the purple peony in my arms.

While Feng Duying ran all the way, returned to Fengying Palace, waved away those palace people who came forward, and went straight to the bedroom.

In the dormitory, the Fenghen sword was quietly hanging on the bedpost. Feng Duying walked to the bed step by step, raised his hand to take the sword, and sat on the bed. The palm of her hand caressed the scabbard, and stopped on the gemstone inlaid on the scabbard. Her fingertips gently stroked the blood-red gemstone.

At that moment, the world had never seen the person sitting on the bed with knees bent. She held the sword in her arms, as if she was holding the reliance of her whole life. manifested in her.