Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky: Thirteen, Yingying a water room 2

Time flies by quietly.

When the green lotus is gone and the yellow leaves are flying, I realize that summer has passed unknowingly, and the slightly cold autumn has arrived.

Since Jiuyao left for Qianbi Mountain, the palace in Qingzhou Royal Capital has become more dull and quiet.

In the huge palace, there are many guarding guards and palace servants, but the only people living in the palace are Feng Wang and her close guard Du Kang. There was a courtier who once advised the King of Feng. As a bodyguard, how could Du Kang stay in the palace?

For this remonstrance, Feng Duying just snorted coldly: "Who said Du Kang is just the king's bodyguard." He ignored it.

For such an ambiguous sentence, the officials guessed a lot: Du Kang is handsome and strong, and he is with Feng Wang day and night, but Qing Huijun is two hundred miles away. It's not just as simple as a guard.

Of course, this is just speculation, because if you question Du Kang, he will ignore you without even looking at you, and no one dares to ask Feng Wang face to face. In addition, he is really a wise and wise king.

In terms of talent for governing the country, Feng Duying is naturally inferior to Feng Ji and Tranquility. The military general became famous, and she has been serving as a military officer since she ruled the world. She has never been in charge of political affairs, so she is very unfamiliar with how to govern the country, but she has one advantage, that is, she can listen to the voices of the officials. Whenever there is a need to make a decision, she will convene a group of ministers to discuss and listen to their opinions. She was born among the people, grew up in the grass, and knows the suffering of the people at the bottom. The policy is naturally effective.

When it comes to controlling the officials, she knows her character well, and also knows that the courtiers are no more strict than the soldiers, and they only need to be rewarded with strict orders, so the existence of the Prime Minister Xu Shi is indispensable. She relied heavily on Xu Shi for selecting officials, making decisions about the government, regulating the officials, and enshrining the clan of Yin officials.

Xu Shi also dared to speak out in front of the furious Dong Shixiu, so his upright disposition was well known throughout the court, and for more than a year, Yu Shi's keen eyesight and bold decision in government affairs convinced all the officials. He is open-minded, open-minded and generous, which also makes all the officials admire him. Therefore, with his assistance, whether Feng Duying is governing Qingzhou or controlling the officials, he can do more with less.

As for the prestige of the king, the prestige of the "White Phoenix" is well known in the world, and no matter the subjects, they all admire it.

Therefore, since Feng Duying came to Qingzhou, he has been a wise minister and a good man, and he has done a lot to benefit the people, and is deeply loved by the people.

In the day-to-day affairs of the government, Feng Duying would receive a report from Qianbi Mountain on the 15th of every month.

In mid-October, a letter was included in Qianbishan's report. Feng Duying opened it and saw that the handwriting on the paper was immature. It seemed to be written by someone who had just learned calligraphy. For being clumsy, just when I was wondering, I saw the header on the letter, but it was written to myself.

Respectfully, King of Wind:

The servant girl named Huan Xiangyi was originally a maid of Wenyin Pavilion, but later an adult asked me to come to Qianbi Mountain to take care of Lord Qinghui, so the servant girl is now the maidservant who takes care of Lord Qinghui in the other courtyard of Qianbi Mountain.

Although the servant girl had read books with her grandfather for a few days when she was young, she could only recognize a few words from the book, and she had never written a pen. Ah, by the way, has Feng Wang read the handwriting written by Qing Huijun? I saw his handwriting a few days ago. I will learn from Qing Huijun in the future. I will definitely write better when I write a letter next time.

Actually, before coming here, the lord asked the servant to write a letter to the King of Wind every month, but the servant has been here for several months, but has not written. This is definitely not because the servants are lazy and their words don’t count, but because after the servants arrived at Qianbi Mountain, they saw that Qing Huijun was still drunk and asleep every day, as unhappy as in the palace, and often had nightmares. Waking up in the dream, she was crying sadly, and the servants were very worried when they saw it. Feng Wang must be even more worried when he saw it. When I was a child, I saw a sentence in a book called "The emperor is worried about the death of the ministers". Qianbishan's adult who took care of Qing Huijun was a good man, and the slaves couldn't let him die, so the slaves didn't write letters. [Note ○1]

On the fifth day of this month, early in the morning, Mr. Qinghui drank again without even having breakfast. Drinking on an empty stomach hurts his body, not to mention that Mr. Qinghui is sick, and it is not suitable to drink, but In other courtyards, from the manager down to the servants, all persuasion was ineffective. This morning, seeing Mr. Qing Hui drink half of the jar of wine in one breath, when the slaves and the manager were in a hurry, suddenly there was a burst of singing outside the courtyard, and the wine jar in Mr. Qing Hui's arms went "bang!" It fell to the ground, and then he stood there in a daze, listening to the singing, and then he ran out suddenly, and the slaves and the manager hurriedly led people to chase them out.

Qing Huijun followed the singing all the way to the mountain, as if he wanted to find the singer. Although the servants and the chief manager were strange, they could only follow. After walking for a quarter of an hour, I finally found the singers. They were a group of firewood-collecting children, all of whom were eight or nine years old. They sang while collecting firewood.

Qing Huijun stood under the tree, listening to the childish singing of the children, he even cried. The slaves often see Qing Huijun crying sadly after being drunk, but this time the crying is a little different, and the slaves can't tell where it is different. I just feel that Qing Huijun looks very happy and sad when looking at those children .

The children stopped singing when they saw us later. Qing Huijun walked over and asked them who taught this song. The children replied that it was taught by the flying gods in white clothes in the mountains.

When Qing Huijun heard this, he was puzzled at first, and then he seemed to understand. He later said to the children, if I help you collect firewood, how about you singing this song to me in return? The children all agreed. So that morning, Qing Huijun followed the children, helped them collect firewood, and accompanied them to collect wild mushrooms, until noon when the children went down the mountain to go home, he also watched them off.

After returning to the other courtyard, Qing Huijun seemed to be in a trance all day long, neither eating nor drinking, the manager and servants were very anxious.

It's just that, on the second day, Mr. Qing Hui didn't ask for wine. Although he was still a little dazed, he ate when he had meals and drank tea when he had tea. And from that day to today, nine days have passed, but Mr. Qing Hui didn't drink a drop of wine! Feng Wang, I have already hidden all the wine in the other courtyard, and I guarantee that Mr. Qing Hui will not be able to find it if he wants to drink it in the future!

Now Qing Huijun sleeps a lot every day, and he doesn't have nightmares anymore, and he no longer just stays in other courtyards. The attendants in the other courtyard made tea and tasted tea, and played the flute the day before yesterday, but it sounded good, but occasionally he would sit in one place in a daze, not knowing what he was thinking about, but it was very different from before. When the doctor came to see him yesterday, he said that his complexion was much better, so this servant hastened to write a letter to report to Feng Wang today.

What's more, Mr. Qinghui likes to go for a walk in the mountains these days, and the slaves guess that he is looking for the fairy who can fly in white clothes, but he has never met him. But Qing Huijun can also sing the song that the children sang. After returning to the other courtyard that day, the slaves heard Qing Huijun humming. These days, he would hum unconsciously when he was sitting in a daze. He listened a lot Yes, the servants will write it down.

The song is like this:

Ju Xi Ju Xi, the wind blows her daughter. Uncle Xi Bo Xi! Advocate Yu Henv.

Ju Xi Ju Xi, the wind blows her daughter. Uncle Xi Bo Xi! Advocate for women.

The servant girl listened to the tune, it was very simple, like a nursery rhyme, but the servant girl had never heard it when she was a child. Have you heard of the wind king?

Well, this is what the servant girl wants to report to King Feng.

Qing Huijun is getting better day by day, and the slaves wish King Feng health and well-being.

Slave Xiangyi kneels and presents

Feng Duying looked at the letter, and after sitting there for a long time, she let out a long sigh of relief, put the letter down, got up and walked to the window.

Push open the window and look across the palace wall. In the distance, there is a blue sky with white clouds floating, which makes people feel refreshed and happy. Unconsciously, a faint smile floated on the corner of her lips.

Sending Jiuyao to Qianbi Mountain to recuperate is not entirely an excuse. Although the wound on Jiuluo Mountain has healed, but since he arrived in Qingzhou, he has been drinking heavily, eating irregularly, worrying and grieving, and his body is already exhausted. Not so good.

In Qianbi Mountain, facing the green mountains and blue sky in the daytime, looking at the boundless wilderness, facing the bright moon and stars at night, listening to the singing of insects and birds, for him who grew up in the high mountains and deep forests, it was naturally better than being trapped within the palace walls. Judging from the letter now, it seems that the situation is slowly getting better. Soon after, that handsome madman in the imperial capital, and that person who broke through the water in Dongming Sea and dressed in golden light like a god, will come back, but State of mind...

Thinking so far, I sighed lightly.

What she can do is to keep his life safe. Otherwise, she can do nothing.

If one day, he can let go of his hatred and sorrow, then the sea and the sky will be brighter, the clouds will be calm and the wind will be clear, and she will be perfect.

Standing for a while, she turned her head and asked Du Kang who was standing beside her, "Is the Prime Minister in the palace today?"

"At this time, it should be dealing with political affairs at the Ying Ying Pavilion." Du Kang replied.

"Oh." Feng Duying nodded slightly, and then said, "You ask someone to send a pot of tea 'Bi Qingluo' sent by the emperor a few days ago to the Prime Minister."

"Yes." Du Kang replied, and was about to turn around to give orders, but Feng Duying called him again, "No, you should send it there yourself."

Du Kang was stunned for a moment, his eyes passed the letter on the case, and he nodded, "Okay."