Phoenix Shadow Coming From the Sky Chapter 20: 、Feng Yin Yunxiao 3

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On the ninth day of October, Xu time.

Forbidden Central Capital unified Yangbi City to report to the emperor that all the assassins in the palace had been wiped out, and no culprits were found.

Dong Shixiu, who had been standing on the Bahuang Pagoda looking at the sky, finally walked down the tower, and the people guarding under the pagoda finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The corpses and blood stains in Lingxiao Palace have been cleaned up. Huangti, Ningjingyuan, Fengji, Baiyima, Huajingtai, and Nanpianyue are sitting on Liuhetai, or lying on their backs Standing or standing blankly, they all have a dull expression and empty eyes, as if they can't sense everything outside, immersed in the cold and sad darkness of their hearts.

Dong Shixiu looked at the empty hall, stood still for a long time, and then ordered Yangbi City, "Lock up the concubine Bei and ask her accomplices."

"Yes." Yangbi City did not dare to ask more questions after receiving the order, and immediately followed the order. This time there were so many assassins mixed into the palace, after all, he cannot escape the responsibility, although His Majesty did not ask the crime at this moment, but he can only do his best to make meritorious service, so that His Majesty can be punished lightly afterwards.

Dong Shixiu moved his head to look at Liuhetai, and looked at his brother silently. At this moment, they were powerless to deal with each other's grief, "Shen Li, send the six kings back to the palace." After finishing speaking , he turned and left, heading towards Fengying Palace.

When Yangbi City arrived at Cuiyue Palace, Bei Xuanji was sitting in front of the window, staring at the stars and moon outside the window in a trance. Her demure appearance seemed to be unaware of what happened in the palace, let alone related to today's assassination.

For the emperor's favorite concubine, before the emperor issued a strict order, Yangbi City did not dare to do anything, but sealed the Cuiyue Palace. Afterwards, no matter what she asked, Bei Xuanji ignored her, and Yangbi City didn't dare to torture her, so after spending the whole night, he could only return in vain.

Dong Shixiu, who stayed in Fengying Palace all night, was more chilled than yesterday when he was in a daze.

As soon as Yangbicheng finished the report, the servants outside the palace came to report in a hurry, saying that the concubine Feng wanted to see her.

Dong Shixiu's face was gloomy, "Let her in."

When Concubine Feng arrived at Fengying Palace, she did not enter the hall, but only saluted at the bottom of the steps, saying: "Your Majesty, please let the concubine go to Cuiyue Palace to inquire about Concubine Bei."

Hearing this, Dong Shixiu frowned and looked at Concubine Feng without saying a word.

"What happened in the palace last night, your majesty, although you haven't condemned your concubine, you can call the seven kings back to celebrate your majesty's birthday. It was the concubine who said it. Although the concubine Bei suggested it to the concubine, but said In the end, the minister and concubine have nothing to do with it, if you don't ask clearly, it will be difficult for the minister and concubine to rest in peace." Concubine Feng looked up at Dong Shixiu, her face was pale but calm. She knew that success or failure depended on one move, if she couldn't clear herself up, then not only her life would be over, but her son would also be over.

Dong Shixiu was silent for a moment, then waved his hand, "Go, I'll give you an hour."

"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your permission.".

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In Cuiyue Palace, Bei Xuanji still maintained the posture of last night, sitting motionless in front of the window, staring blankly at the eaves protruding from the blue sky.

"Sister." Concubine Feng called softly.

Bei Xuanji heard her, turned her head to see her, was slightly surprised, then smiled mockingly, "You still call me sister at this moment?"

Concubine Feng also smiled, "I'm used to it."

"A habit?" Bei Xuanji's eyes drooped slightly, "Indeed, I've also gotten used to calling you sister over the years."

Concubine Feng walked over and sat down beside her, "I heard that my sister hasn't eaten since yesterday, it's not good for my health, my sister still needs to eat."

Bei Xuanji smiled lightly, with a hint of sarcasm, "Sister cares about me so much, isn't she here for interrogation?"

"I'm not the governor of Jiechai Mansion, who are we going to interrogate?" Concubine Feng beckoned, and a maid came in at the door holding a meal, "I asked them to cook some white fungus porridge, my sister wants some " She took the porridge bowl and handed it to Bei Xuanji, "Sister, eat it while it's hot."

The warm heat of the porridge bowl was transferred to her hand, and Bei Xuanji trembled for a moment, and then she pushed the porridge bowl away, "My sister is troublesome, but I can't eat it."

Concubine Feng glanced at her, sighed softly, and handed the porridge bowl back to the maid, "Sister, why bother?"

"My sister sent porridge, I thought it would be a cup of Jiujiu." Bei Xuanji sneered.

Concubine Feng looked at her, and said in silence for a moment: "Sister, why is this?"

"Why?" Bei Xuanji twitched her brows slightly, and looked at Concubine Feng with coldness in her eyes, "I thought my sister could understand, the fall of the Feng family, does my sister have no hatred in her heart?"

Concubine Feng trembled slightly.

Bei Xuanji looked at her sharply, like a cold arrow piercing her heart, "Why? Because I am the princess of Beihai, and because I was killed in Beihai by their hands, the enemies of this country hate each other!"

Concubine Feng's complexion changed slightly.

"Sister, do you understand now?" Bei Xuanji smiled mockingly again.

Concubine Feng nodded, then sighed softly, "What's the use, what's the point, little sister? Even if you kill His Majesty and the Seven Kings, you can't change the fact that Beihai destroyed the country."

"Would it be useless." Bei Xuanji smiled, still charming, "It has been more than ten years since His Majesty became king, and the seven kings have already become a country and power in managing the seven states, and they all have ministers and generals. We all have heirs to the throne, so think about it, sister, if all the seven kings died overnight in the imperial capital to celebrate His Majesty's birthday, what does my sister think the world will think? The ministers of the seven states, the heirs of the seven kings, they What would you think? Haha... Naturally, the emperor was afraid of the seven kings and took the opportunity to assassinate them! At that time, to avenge their parents and the king, the princes and courtiers of the seven states will join forces. The world is in chaos, and the Great Eastern Dynasty will fall apart. Hahahaha..." She raised her head and laughed, extremely sad.

After she finished speaking, Concubine Feng was terrified and stared blankly at Bei Xuanji, speechless for a while.

"How can I allow the Eastern Dynasty to prosper more and more during the long period of my restoration of the North Sea!" Bei Xuanji suddenly smiled and said coldly.

Concubine Feng was stunned for a long time before she murmured: "It's just because of this reason that you found these assassins?"

"Yes." Bei Xuanji cast her eyes out of the window again, "I thought for a long time, what can I do, and how can I get revenge, until one day, I saw His Majesty receiving a letter from the Seven Kings. Look, I understand."

She got up and walked to the window, clasped her hand on the edge of the window, pressed her fingers hard, and her knuckles protruded, "The five major families were overthrown back then. I let go of my guard. I have been taking musk soup all year round and even I have no children. During these years, I tried to please him in every possible way, and I did everything according to his joy, so I became the most suitable concubine for him. A chance to go out of the palace every year."

"Could it be?" Concubine Feng was startled.

"Humph." Bei Xuanji sneered, "Just as my sister thought. Nine years ago, when I was offering incense at Huamen Temple, someone told me that he, like me, was destroyed by the Great Eastern Dynasty." When I left my country, he asked me if I wanted revenge, so I have a companion from now on.”

"Who is that?" Concubine Feng raised her eyebrows slightly, "You have so many guards guarding you when you travel, how can you allow you to meet outsiders casually."

Bei Xuanji looked back at Concubine Feng, and smiled mysteriously, "I think my sister also heard about what happened in Lingxiao Palace yesterday, so I should know that he is an extraordinary person and possesses abilities that we don't have. Contact me without anyone finding out."

"Did he find those assassins?" Concubine Feng is a smart person, and she knows everything.

Bei Xuanji nodded, "Since I have made a plan to kill the Seven Kings to disrupt the Eastern Dynasty, the people who draw the sword are more expensive than the elite. So I told him to find those who were destroyed by His Majesty and the Seven Kings back then. The heroes of the troubled times, they must want to take revenge when they are alive, we have the same goal with them, we only need them to provide the best knife drawer." She paused slightly, looked at Fengfei, "Sister also knows, As long as there are people, there are no secrets, so I am responsible for inquiring, and then he is responsible for searching. Some of those people bought killers with a lot of money, some sent capable subordinates, and some even went out in person. Contact once a year in Huamen Temple, and then I will bring back a killer. Naturally, the killer will be disguised as a servant next to me, and the original servant will be silenced. When I bring it back to the palace, I just found a wrong place and sent them to the palace of indifference, so as not to attract attention, after these years, I brought back a total of seven killers."

"And the day before yesterday, when you left the palace for the last time, what you brought back was that companion with supernatural powers." Concubine Feng continued without waiting for her to say, "Yesterday you arranged for that assassination, from His Majesty to Seven kings, you won't let go!"

Bei Xuanji said nothing, but the expression on her face was obviously tacit, but the pain in her eyes couldn't be concealed no matter what.

There was a sudden silence in the hall.

Concubine Feng looked at her for a long time, and finally sighed, "Sister, do you know why you live in such pain?"

Hearing her question, Bei Xuanji was slightly taken aback.

"Because you have been living in the past when the city was destroyed and the country was destroyed, you have been looking back."

Bei Xuanji was startled, and looked at her blankly with some confusion.

"Beihai is annihilated, but isn't it because Beihai made mistakes first? My Feng family fell, but my Feng family also made mistakes. The Feng family fell, and my heart was sad, just like Beihai was destroyed. My sister is sad in her heart, and this kind of mood is the same. But..." The expression on Concubine Feng's face was sad but calm, "Since it has been destroyed, why do you and I live for the people who have passed away? The reason we live is because It is at this moment that you and I can still move, talk, eat, sleep, laugh, and think, but what we were yesterday has disappeared with yesterday and will never come back.”

Bei Xuanji had never heard such words, so she was surprised.

Concubine Feng got up and walked to the window, stretched out her hand to gently stroke Bei Xuanji's messy temple hair, and smiled indifferently under Bei Xuanji's surprised eyes, "The passing away will make us hurt and hate, but I don't want to I am in pain all the time, and I don’t want to hate myself all the time, I hope that I think of happy things before I die, so that I will feel happy in life and have no regrets in death.”

Bei Xuanji stared blankly at Concubine Feng.

"Sister, how many dynasties have changed in history, and how many people have ruined their families, so in the end, who will be rewarded for their success in restoring their country?" Why can't I think of it."

Bei Xuanji looked at Concubine Feng silently for a long time before sighing, "No wonder His Majesty respects my sister, it turns out that my sister is not a vulgar one."

Concubine Feng looked at Bei Xuanji with regret in her eyes, "Your sister is so different, and your Majesty serves her younger sister differently." After she finished speaking, she sighed, then turned and left.

Bei Xuanji was shocked by her last words.

She stood in front of the window blankly for a long time, then she suddenly walked to the palace gate and said to the guards outside the gate: "I want to see Your Majesty, I have something to say to Your Majesty."

The guard heard this, and hurriedly reported to the manager Shen Li, who then went to Ling Xiao Palace to report to the emperor.

After hearing this, Dong Shixiu pondered for a moment and said, "Bring her here."

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Bringed to Lingxiao Palace, Bei Xuanji didn't see Dong Shixiu, the gate of Lingxiao Palace was closed, he was inside, she was outside, separated by a gate.

Standing in front of the gate, she raised her eyes and looked around. This is the Lingxiao Palace, a place only the eight of them can go to. Even though she entered the palace gate, she still couldn't enter the main hall.

She looked up at the towering Bahuang Pagoda, and then at the Liuhe Terrace, which was as white as jade, it was really quiet here.

Standing for a long time, through the door, she bowed to the main hall, "Your Majesty, Xuanji came to bid farewell to Your Majesty, and may Your Majesty live a long and boundless life."

In the hall, Dong Shixiu sat in front of the window, looking at the bare plum tree in front of him, he didn't seem to hear the voice outside the hall.

"My lady! Stop! My lady, stop! Quick! Stop her!"

Suddenly there was a sound outside the hall, and Dong Shixiu in front of the window was still sitting numb.

After a while, a trembling voice came from outside the hall, "Your Majesty! It's no good, Your Majesty, the Northern Concubine has climbed up the Bahuang Pagoda!"

Dong Shixiu was slightly stunned, his eyes moved from the window to the palace door.

"Your Majesty! The Northern Concubine has climbed up the Bahuang Pagoda!"

The servant outside the door shouted in horror.

Dong Shixiu finally got up, he walked slowly from the window to the front of the hall, opened the door, and saw a man standing on the top of the Eight Desolation Pagoda, with a white robe and long black hair, not dyed at all Makeup powder, without any modification, is completely plain, like a white plum in the snow.

He stepped out of the main hall, walked slowly towards the Bahuang Pagoda, then stood still in front of the pagoda, silently looking up at the top of the pagoda.

On the top of the pagoda, Bei Xuanji looked at Dong Shixiu at the foot of the pagoda. Looking at him from a distance of ten feet, he couldn't see the lines between his brows and eyes, nor the white hair on his temples, as if he was still the same him more than ten years ago. , that majestic Dadong Emperor who led thousands of troops to surround the Beihai King City in high spirits.

Back then, she jumped into the city to die for her country with the heart of death, but he flew up from the horse and caught her like a god. Perhaps her fate was doomed from that moment.

The companionship day and night for more than ten years, the tenderness and love for more than ten years, all of a sudden came to my heart.

Seventeen years, almost equal to her life in Beihai.

This man is her enemy, but this man is also her husband, the man who has pampered her, protected her, given her tenderness and relied on her for the past seventeen years.

"Your Majesty, will you still follow me?"

She murmured softly, slowly closed her eyes, two lines of tears fell down, and she stepped forward——again, flying like seventeen years ago.

The white shadow flew down from the tower, as light as a feather.

For a moment, Dong Shixiu remembered that many years ago, before the king city of Beihai, he jumped like this. That time he flew up, caught the white feather, and brought it back to the palace...

This time, he didn't move, he just closed his eyes, listening to the screams around him, and then the sound of flesh hitting the ground, and then, there was a dead silence all around.

After a long time, the servant shouted in a trembling voice: "Your Majesty... Your Majesty, the Northern Concubine...she...she is dead!"

Dong Shixiu turned around and didn't look at the corpse on the ground. He walked away, and after walking a few steps, his heavy and almost indistinct words came, "Bury the concubine Bei in Guicheng, Beizhou , don’t erect a monument.”

Bei Xuanji was later buried in Guicheng, Beizhou. It was just a solitary tomb without an inscription.

After she died, she finally returned to her homeland. No one knows whether she is happy or sad, and everything has been buried underground with her.

She came in a jump, and went away in a jump.

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When Jiu Yao woke up, he found himself lying in a simple wooden house, turned his head, and saw Jiu Yi sitting blankly beside the bed.

"Second Brother, Ah Ying is dead."

It was silent for a long time.

"Second Brother, Big Brother killed Ah Ying."

It was silent for a long time.

"Second Brother, Eldest Brother is dead."

It was silent for a long time.

Then, the two looked at each other silently, speechless.

It wasn't until a burst of strong medicinal fragrance came that Jiu Yi got up, went outside the house and poured the medicinal soup from the medicine pot into a bowl, and brought it in and placed it beside the bed.

But he didn't move for a long time, just staring at the roof woodenly.

"Drink the medicine." Jiuyi finally spoke.

Jiuyao moved his eyes, turned to look at him, then got up, but instead of taking the medicine, he walked outside the house, "Where is my Aying?"

Jiuyi frowned, "Next door."

"Thank you second brother." Jiuyao walked out of the door and turned to the next room, and sure enough, he saw Feng Duying lying on the wooden bed as if sleeping, he walked slowly to the bedside, bent down and hugged her, "A Ying , let's go home."

He walked out of the wooden house with Feng Duying in his arms, and looked at him for a long time behind him, frowning even tighter, "Your body..."

"Second brother, in the future, just pretend that Jiuluo doesn't have me as an unfilial descendant, so don't worry about it." Jiuyao interrupted him, holding Feng Duying and walking out through the small courtyard without looking back.

Jiuyi looked at him silently, wanted to keep him, but had nothing to say, wanted to pull him, but couldn't reach out.

They have all lost their dearest relatives and loved ones, but they can't even comfort each other. Even if the wounds are the same, there is no possibility of licking each other.

Watching Jiuyao walk out of the small courtyard helplessly, Jiuyi is numb and desperate.

Jiuyao who walked out of the courtyard suddenly paused, "Second brother, Ah Ying has entrusted elder brother to the Yu family."

Jiu Yi's eyes were empty, "The Yu family has returned my elder brother to me."

Jiuyao nodded, stepped onto the blue bird, and left resolutely.

Jiu Yi looked up, watching the blue bird fly away and finally disappear into the sky, he closed his eyes, but couldn't shed tears.

Everything today, who is right and who is wrong? Who is the enemy? Who are the relatives? If you can do it all over again, will everything still be like this?

Probably, God can't answer.

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In the 16th year of Yuanding, on October 10th, Dong Shixiu announced to the world that King Feng passed away, and his posthumous posthumous title was "Su".

In mid-November, the six kings drove away from the imperial capital.

They came here happily, but in the end they left sadly, and have never been reunited since. It seems that with the woman's departure, they have lost the courage to reunite.

Before leaving, Dong Shixiu hung the portraits he drew for the eight of them when he became king in Lingxiao Hall, and Fengji drew another painting and hung it next to Feng Duying. He said that, Seventh Sister would be happy. So there are nine portraits in Lingxiao Temple, one of which has only one back view.

"He probably doesn't want to face us."

In Lingxiao Hall, Fengji left a heavy sentence, while Dong Shixiu just looked at Feng Duying's portrait silently.

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In mid-December, Feng Jianming returned to Qingzhou, and was personally escorted back by King Xing Dongtian.

When he returned to Qingzhou, he was greeted by his mother's death and his father who was seriously ill.

In the seventeenth year of Yuanding, on the first day of the first lunar month, Feng Jianming succeeded to the throne as King Qing of Qingzhou.

During the succession ceremony, Dong Tianzhen personally put on the seven-pronged crown for him, and since then Qingzhou has had a young monarch.

Dong Tianzhen stayed in Qingzhou for a year, teaching him how to review memorials, how to deal with government affairs, how to control subjects, and how to be a king. It can be said that the young king of Qingzhou was taught by King Xing.

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Yuan Ding seventeen years, March.

In Qingwang Palace, a group of courtiers, imperial physicians, servants, and maids stood guard in front of Fengying Palace.

Since Qing Huijun fell ill last autumn, until this spring, his illness has been getting worse day by day. He has seen countless famous doctors and used countless elixir, but he has never improved. Now...

At this moment, a servant suddenly shouted: "Here we come! We come!"

A group of people hurriedly stretched their necks to look around, and they saw a servant leading a man coming from a distance, and they arrived in front of the palace after a while.

"This is Doctor Xiu, who is widely rumored by the people of the capital to have the art of rejuvenation." The servant introduced to the ministers.

The doctor Xiu was about forty years old, his spirit was clear to the bones, and he was quite out of the world. When he saw these ministers, he just nodded slightly.

At this moment, no one cares about his disrespect.

"Doctor Xiu, please hurry up." Prime Minister Xu Shi stepped forward and led Doctor Xiu to the palace.

Doctor Xiu didn't say a word, he followed Xu Shi into the hall, and when he reached the inner hall, Feng Jianming, who was guarding in front of the hospital bed, hurried up to meet him, "President Guo, is the genius doctor here?"

"Yes, my lord." Xu Shi bowed, "This is Dr. Xiu, a genius doctor invited from the people."

"Doctor, please take a look for my father!" Feng Jianming grasped Doctor Xiu's hand, "I beg you, please cure my father!" The naughty and mellow boy in the past became calm and thinner a lot. At this moment, he is just a poor child who lost his mother first and is about to lose his father. His face is full of fear and anxiety. He holds Doctor Xiu's hand very vigorously, but he is short and thin. His body was crumbling from grief and fatigue.

"Jianming, don't be in a hurry, let the doctor see Qing Huijun first." Dong Tianxiu hurried over to support him.

Doctor Xiu raised his eyes to look at Feng Jianming, then lowered his eyes to look at the hand he was holding tightly, his heart suddenly moved, and he almost wanted to reach out and hug the child in front of him, but then he regained consciousness and said lightly: " If you can heal, you can heal, and if you can't heal, you can't force it."

Feng Jianming's face turned pale when he heard the words, and he swayed twice.

Dong Tian quickly picked him up, helped him to sit on the soft couch beside him, and shouted, "Jianming, Jianming."

Seeing this, Doctor Xiu walked over, took Feng Jianming's hand, felt his pulse for a moment, and said: "Overworked, acute pain and heart attack, rest is the most important thing." Then he let go of his hand, and said again, "I see a doctor Quiet is needed, all of you back off."

Xu Shi was slightly startled, glanced at Dong Tianzheng and Feng Jianming, then waved his hand to lead the maids and servants waiting in the palace to retreat.

"You guys go out too." Doctor Xiu looked at Dongtian and Feng Jianming said.

"I... want to stay with my father." How could Feng Jianming agree.

Dong Tianzheng has been with Yu Shikuang for many years, and he knows that there are strange people among the people who have some eccentricities, so he carried Feng Jianming on his back and walked outside the hall, "Jianming, let's go out first, let Doctor Xiu treat Qing Huijun , I'll be back in a while."

In the past few months, Feng Jianming has trusted Dong Tianzheng very much, so he always listens to his words.

After everyone left, Doctor Xiu brushed aside the veil, and saw that Jiuyao lying on the bed was already haggard and not as gorgeous as before. He stood in front of the bed and looked at the person on the sickbed without saying a word. After a long time, he reached out and touched the eyebrows of the unconscious person on the bed. A ray of blue spiritual energy entered Jiuyao's body. After a while, he slowly woke up. Opening his eyes, he saw Doctor Xiu standing beside the bed, he was a little dazed, and murmured, "Second Brother?"

Doctor Xiu didn't respond to him or move, just looked at him.

Closing his eyes, then opening them again, Jiuyao was completely awake. He looked at the person in front of the bed, "Second brother, are you here to see me off?"

Doctor Xiu is also Jiuyi, but he nodded, "I couldn't see you off, at least I will come to see you off."

Jiuyao smiled, "I'm going to die, I'll see my eldest brother, and A Ying...she must be waiting impatiently."

Jiuyi lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand, and gently held Jiuyao's hand.

At the moment when his hands touched and the slight warmth was conveyed, Jiuyao's eyes lit up, then slowly dimmed, and finally his eyes closed slowly, with his head slightly turned to one side, and he fell peacefully as if asleep.

Jiu Yi stood in front of the bed, for a moment, he stretched out his hand to gently caress Jiu Yao's eyes, "Go at ease, in the future...if I have a chance, I will look at Jianming." After finishing speaking, he took one last look Jiu Yao turned around and left, the people waiting in front of the palace gate surrounded him one after another, he shook his head lightly.

"Father!" Feng Jianming hurried in, followed by everyone behind him.

Immediately, a heart-piercing cry came.

"The grief that can be cried out will pass one day. Only the grief that cannot be cried out will be carried on the body for a lifetime." Jiu Yi murmured, and then drifted away.

In the seventeenth year of Yuan Ding, on the seventh day of March, Lord Huihui of Qingzhou passed away.

In April, he was buried in Fengling together with Feng Wangfeng Duying from the Lingling Underground Palace.

In the seventeenth year of Yuanding, on August 27th, Dongtian set off to return to the imperial capital.

In the eighteenth year of Yuan Ding, on December 12th, Dong Shi repaired the title of Feng Concubine Feng Ciao as the queen, and made her son Xing Wang Dongtian the crown prince.

A few days later, Yu Shikuang resigned from office and left. Two months later, the emperor and the six kings all received letters that he was married.

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Yuan Ding nineteen years, spring.

Under the desolate sunset, Dong Shixiu walked slowly inside the palace wall. When he reached the Lingxiao Palace, he walked in alone, and his attendants stayed outside the palace as usual.

In the empty square, Dong Shixiu slowly walked up to Liuhetai.

The Bahuang Pagoda was built back then because Qimei Feng Duying said that climbing high could lead to a distant view; this Liuhetai was built because the eighth younger brother Nan Pianyue said that there is no ring for brothers to compete in martial arts.

Dong Shixiu stood on the Liuhe Terrace, the spring breeze blowing his pale temples, he stared blankly at the empty Liuhe Terrace, his eyes gradually became blurred, and a picture scroll was slowly unfolding.

In the scroll...

At first, there was a ray of flute sound, which drifted across the sky and earth like a drizzle in spring, and then a majestic sword light pierced the sky, like snow-colored flames blooming in mid-air, the cold flame Like ice needles pouring down on the sky and covering the ground, everything has nowhere to hide.

Then, a silver light shot up into the sky, and a bright crimson rainbow intersected to meet the snow flames in the midair.

That's right, this is the fourth brother playing the flute, and the second brother and seventh sister are competing with swords. Dong Shixiu suddenly smiled, his eyes staring at the front.

In the scroll...

The sound of the flute suddenly turned, and it turned into a thunderstorm and thunder in an instant, and it was intense, and it was like a thousand horses galloping to shake the mountains, and in an instant, it was like a thousand troops firing with murderous aura!

Snow flames and Changhong meet in mid-air, and the flames splash the rainbow in an instant, countless dazzling suns bloom between the sky and the earth, thousands of rays of light cover the sky, and the aura of thousands of swords intersects, like a dome of swords enveloping everything, and everything holds its breath.

He sighed, the flute skills of the fourth brother are unparalleled in the world, and the swordsmanship of the second brother and the seventh sister are also rare in the world, but... he smiled, thinking silently, coming, coming...

"Place your bets! Bet fast! Don't wait!"

The hearty voice of Huajingtai came through layers of sword energy. He is still wearing a golden hair crown, a golden short military uniform, a golden long life lock hanging from a golden collar around his neck, a leopard-shaped golden armband on each of his two strong and powerful arms, and a golden leopard-shaped armband on his wrist. Wearing two leopard head bracelets, even if his figure shakes slightly, a burst of golden light will flow, shaking so much that people can't open their eyes.

"Hey, Xiaoba, who are you buying? Hurry up and place your bet."

"Sixth Brother, I bet that Second Brother wins this time! Bet ten gold leaves!" Nan Pianyue, who always had a baby face, made up her mind.

"Okay, okay, okay." Hua Jingtai stretched out his hand, "Bring the golden leaf!"

Nan Pianyue took out a handful of gold leaves from her bosom, counted them carefully, read them reluctantly, then gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and said with a hand that looked like a strong man would cut off his wrists, "Here you are!" As soon as it fell, there was a flash of golden light, and the golden leaf in the palm disappeared.

"It's still Xiaoba." Hua Jingtai smiled and quickly put Jin Ye into the wallet, touched Nan Pianyue's head to show his praise, turned around and began to urge others, "Third brother, fifth brother , have you decided? Hurry up, Xiao Ba has already placed his bets."

"Well..." Tranquility narrowed his eyes that seemed to be always smiling, stretched out his fingers and tapped his chin for a while, "Well, this time I bet that they still have a tie, bet ten gold coins leaves."

"Okay, bring the gold leaf." Hua Jingtai didn't wait for Ning Jingyuan to take the initiative to take out the money, and then reached out and took out ten gold leaves from the money bag hanging on his waist and put it into his own.

"Wealth fan!" Nan Pian Yue Jianzhi yelled bitterly behind him.

Hua Jingtai was still smiling when he heard the words, but corrected his younger brother, "Remember to call the God of Wealth!" After that, he turned his head and urged Bai Yima, "Fifth brother, have you decided yet? Third brother and Xiaoba But it's all bets."

"Well... let me think about it again." Bai Yima stared at the two people in Taichung who were fighting inextricably. "Ah! The second brother has successfully practiced the move 'Butterfly in the Sea'. It seems that his 'Flame Mind Technique' has reached the ninth level. Seventh Sister may lose this time, so I bet... ah Seventh sister actually resorted to 'Phoenix Wings Covering the Sky'! Could it be that she has practiced her 'Phoenix Shadow Heart Technique'? Then the second brother can't win this time? Then I bet... ah! The second brother returned once! Call 'Cangshan Wuxue'! Oh my god! The second brother has already practiced the 'Flameless Heart Technique'! Then who will win this time?"

"Fifth brother, don't worry about what they have accomplished, first tell me who you bet against them this time will win?" Hua Jingtai interrupted Bai Yima's excited incoherent words.

"Which one of them will win? Let me think about it." Bai Yima looked at the field conflictingly, "Ah, Seventh Sister's move... this move is 'Xuefeng Wukong'! Sixth Brother, Seventh Brother My younger sister has really mastered the 'Phoenix Shadow Heart Technique'! I bet... Ah! No way, the second brother's move... This move is actually 'Boundless Sun'! Amazing! Seventh sister can't hide...Ah! No way... Seventh Sister's move is... it's 'Feng Xiao Nine Heavens'!"

Hua Jingtai saw Bai Yima patronizing the competition in the arena, so he asked him, "Fifth Brother, do you still want to place a bet?" while carefully reaching into Bai Yima's purse.

"Ah! Second Brother's move is 'Flame Heart Without Blood'!" Bai Yima yelled and waved his hands, but hit Hua Jingtai's hand, and the golden leaf that he had just caught fell back money bag.

Hua Jingtai carefully looked at Bai Yima's face that was glowing with excitement, to determine whether it was just a coincidence or the fifth brother's deliberate actions. In the end, he decided that it is better not to take chances, and said: , no matter who you bet wins, I will help you bet ten gold leaves first." After saying that, he grabbed a handful of gold leaves from Bai Yima's purse with lightning speed, and then quickly stepped back a foot away. .

"Sixth brother, how many did you catch? Are there any more? If there are more, we have to divide them equally!" Nan Pianyue hurried over.

"No more, no less, exactly ten gold leaves." Hua Jingtai spread out his palm and shook it, then put it in the money bag and at the same time did not forget the responsibility of the elder brother to teach the younger brother, "Little Ba, you must know how to be a man Accept it."

Bai Yima glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, and then returned his attention to the competition.

"Since we've all placed our bets, we can see the result, right?" Ning Jingyuan said lightly.

"The competition is not over yet, third brother." Nan Pianyue made a grimace at Tranquility.

Hua Jingtai also said: "They don't want to spend a few days or nights in any competition, third brother, don't worry."

Ning Jingyuan looked up at the sky, and said: "It's already halfway through, and the sun will get even hotter next day, so..."

"So what?" Hua Jingtai narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at him, even Nan Pianyue stared at him closely.

"So it's better to end it earlier." After Ning Jingyuan said, he turned his palm over, flicked his fingers, and saw something shot out quickly.

"Third brother, you want to cheat again!" Nan Pianyue hurriedly shouted.

"Third brother, what kind of trick are you trying to play?" Hua Jingtai followed the thing that popped out from his fingertips, "If you attack any of them, you will suffer, and then don't call me out." I'll save..." His words suddenly stuck in his throat.

The originally passionate sound of the flute stopped abruptly, and the sword energy flying all over the sky suddenly lost its vigor, and the gorgeous sword light also dissipated in an instant, revealing the two figures who suddenly lost their support and fell sharply in the middle of the air , when he saw that he was about to fall to the ground, he saw the two figures quickly turn over one by one, and then landed firmly on the ground.

"Fourth, what are you doing?" Huang Ti asked coldly.

Feng Duying stood silently, looking at Fengji who was sitting cross-legged on the white jade railing.

"It has nothing to do with me." Fengji raised his hand and shook the white jade piccolo in his hand, a small stone was embedded in the flute hole.

But the other side has already shouted.

"Third brother, you cheated! Sixth brother, you can't count this time! Give me back the golden leaf!" Nan Pianyue shouted at Ning Jingyuan, while grabbing Hua Jingtai's hand and refusing to let go.

"How can it be considered cheating? I didn't stop or interrupt the competition between the second brother and the seventh sister. I just felt that the sound of the flute of the fourth brother made my ears uncomfortable, so I let him rest for a while." Tranquility Yuan The old **** is authentic.

"Sophistry! You clearly know that every move and style of the second brother and the seventh sister in this competition coincides with the sound of the flute of the fourth brother! How can they compare when the sound of the flute is broken? Third brother, you are really a trickster! "Nan Pianyue stared at Ning Yuan with round eyes.

"It coincides with the sound of the flute? Why didn't I know? When did the second brother and the seventh sister talk about it?" Ning Jingyuan asked innocently.

"You..." Nan Pianyue wanted to say more, but was interrupted.

"I'm willing to bet and admit defeat, Xiaoba." Hua Jingtai broke free from Nan Pianyue's claws with a flick of his wrist, and then took a step back, "I tell you clearly, it is impossible to return your ten gold leaves For you."

"Sixth brother..." Nan Pianyue moved his feet, grabbed Hua Jingtai again with both hands, and said with a full face of grievance, "This time it is clearly the third brother who played tricks."

"It's useless to act like a baby." Hua Jingtai got rid of Nan Pianyue with a wave of his hand, turned around and said to Bai Yima, who was frowning and regretting the sudden interruption of the competition, "Fifth brother, you didn't say who to bet on after the competition was over. If you win, the chance is over now, so you are considered a loser."

Bai Yima Yixin was still sighing because of the interruption of the competition, so he didn't respond to Huajingtai's words.

"Then I always win, right?" Tranquility smiled amiably.

"Third brother." Hua Jingtai turned back, smiling even more kindly, "The result of this competition is 'stopped halfway', not 'the outcome is not settled', so you still lose!"

"As expected of the 'Iron Chicken General'." Ning Jingyuan was not annoyed when he heard the words, but shook his head and uttered a sentence.

"It's the God of Wealth General." Hua Jingtai corrected his brother.

"Sixth brother." Nan Pianyue tugged at Hua Jingtai's shining golden clothes with her fingertips.

Hua Jingtai turned around: "What are you doing?"

Nan Pian Yue Yuanyuan smiled as cutely as an ingot doll, stretched out a hand and spread it in front of him: "Not too much, give me back five gold leaves."

Hua Jingtai raised his face and smiled when he heard the words: "When did you see something in my pocket and it would come out?"

"Are you really not going to give it?" Nan Pianyue asked again.

"Of course." Hua Jingtai patted the wallet and said.

Nan Pianyue was not in a hurry, she stared at Huajing Terrace with a half smile, then raised her foot and walked towards the middle of the stage, and in the blink of an eye, he arrived beside Huang Ti and Feng Duying.

"Seventh Sister." Nan Pianyue looked at Feng Duying with wide and round eyes.

Feng Duying raised his chin slightly, showing his arrogance naturally, "Xiao Ba, what were you doing so loudly just now?"

"Seventh Sister, have you mastered the Fengying Mind Technique? It's amazing!" Nan Pianyue's face was full of admiration, but then he sighed heavily, "Oh, if it wasn't for the third brother interrupting Fourth brother's flute sound, maybe this time he could win with second brother. Sigh..." He sighed again, "Third brother is all to blame."

Feng Duying glanced at Xiao Ba with a half-smile, then moved his eyes to Ning Yuan, who was telling Bai Yima not to pay too much attention, and said softly: "Is that so."

Before she finished uttering the word "what", Nan Pianyue felt the sword wind passing by before her eyes, and when she turned her head again, she saw a cloud of sword light enveloping Tranquility.

"Seventh...Seventh sister, if you have something to say, please speak up, don't just draw your sword and face each other without saying a word!" Ning Jingyuan was stabbed and panicked.

"Who-told-you-many-hands!" Feng Duying spit out each word, the long sword in his hand could not move away from Ning Jingyuan's door.

"Seventh sister...Seventh sister stop, you know that brother is a gentleman, how can he play with you like this, if you continue to play, you will lose your waist." The impenetrable sword light made Tranquility far unable to parry, He quickly dodged and hid behind Bai Yima.

"Hmph!" Feng Duying snorted coldly, and with a lift of his wrist, the long sword cut straight from the other side of Bai Yima towards Ning Yuan.

"Ah!" Ning Jingyuan screamed, and instantly dodged the deadly sword, "Seventh sister, stop! Fifth brother, don't you persuade me!" Jian, "Ah...seventh sister...stop it...fifth brother...fifth brother..."

No matter which side Ning Jingyuan hides, the sword light is not just like a shadow, but it is just coming towards him. Although he has not been stabbed yet, Ning Ningyuan is already covered in cold sweat, calling Bai Yima for help. However, Bai Yima just stood there blankly, with hesitation on his face, as if he didn't know whether to save the third brother behind him or dissuade the seventh sister in front of him first, his gentle brown eyes turned left and right, hesitating.

Nan Pianyue looked at Ning Yuan who was dodging in embarrassment and smiled innocently, then turned around and walked to Huang Ti who was watching coldly: "Second brother, you were so brave just now, I knew that this time the second brother must have won !”

Huang Ti frowned, and looked at Xiao Ba noncommittally.

"Second Brother, just now Sixth Brother took advantage of the competition between you and Seventh Sister to set up a gamble to deceive people." Nan Pianyue pointed to Huajing Terrace, which was holding a purse and counting the gold leaves, smiling all over her face, " He cheated me of ten gold leaves just now, and I originally planned to buy a pot of 'Tu Su' for the ten gold leaves to celebrate after the second brother wins the seventh sister."

As soon as Nan Pianyue finished speaking, a figure flashed in front of her eyes, and when Huajing Terrace, who was counting the golden leaves, heard the wind behind her head and was about to fly away, she only felt a chill on her face, and then a slap on her hand Lightly, the purse flew away.

"My gold!" Hua Jingtai cried out in pain.

Huang Ti looked at the tip of the sword, on which was hanging Huajingtai's money bag.

"Second brother, give it back to me!" Hua Jingtai wanted to go forward to **** it, but seeing the cold sword in Huang Ti's hand, and thinking about the result of fighting him, he had no choice but to stay where he was.

Huang Ti picked up the tip of the sword, and the money bag flew into Nan Pianyue's hands.

"Xiaoba, buy ten altars." After ordering, Huang Ti returned the sword into its sheath.

"That's my money!" Hua Jingtai shouted heartbroken, "At least five altars must be divided among me."

"Sixth brother." Nan Pianyue called out sweetly, blinking, "I'll give it to my second brother."

"Xiaoba, don't be too extreme." Hua Jingtai narrowed his eyes and looked at his younger brother very kindly.

Nan Pianyue weighed it, and then said: "Two altars."

"Three altars." Hua Jingtai stretched out three fingers.

"Okay, deal." Nan Pianyue nodded sharply.

A peace treaty has been reached here, but there is still a scream from Tranquility.

"Seventh sister... ah! The mandarin duck embroidered pouch that Xiao Yan'er gave me in Yanguilou... Seventh sister...I...stop it...I... Fifth brother, you still don't help me...Second brother... ...you...don't just look at it... hurry up and stop Seventh Sister... the amethyst star crown that Xiao Qianer gave me... Seventh Sister... Fourth Brother! Fourth Brother! Tell Seventh Sister to stop ! Otherwise, you will lose one of the smartest and most capable brothers..."

"What a poor third brother." Nan Pianyue looked at Ning Yuan who fled embarrassingly under the light of Feng Duying's sword, and said sympathetically, as if completely forgetting that she was the culprit.

"It's up to me." Hua Jingtai showed no sympathy, "I know that Seventh Sister hates being interrupted in the competition, and she would rather fight than talk when she gets angry. Now he will suffer." /

"I don't know who will save him this time?" Nan Pianyue looked at Huang Ti who was standing by with his arms folded, and then at Feng Ji who was leisurely smiling on the white jade railing.

"Do you want to gamble again?" Hua Jingtai's eyes lit up again.

Nan Pianyue looked back at him, "No!"

"Coward!" Hua Jingtai dropped two words, then turned to watch the play.

Nan Pianyue didn't care at all, "I'm the youngest, it's only natural that I should be a little timid."

"Fourth brother...fourth brother, you squeak..." Ning Jingyuan is already sweating and sweating at the moment, and he is completely incomparable with the previous chic and elegant, but he used it as a sword shield But Bai Yima was still intact, not even a single strand of hair from his temples was lifted.

"Seventh Sister's martial arts has improved again." Hua Jingtai murmured.

"I don't know if the fourth brother will save him." Nan Pianyue said.

"Second brother really doesn't seem to care anymore." Hua Jingtai looked at Huang Ti who didn't even move his little finger while holding his sword.

"The only one who can receive Seventh Sister's sword move is Fourth Brother, what a pity..." Nan Pianyue's tone sounded extremely regretful, but in fact it was gloating.

"It's a pity, fourth brother, you are always kind and courteous to outsiders, but you are bullying your brother to the end!" Hua Jingtai shook his head as if he was very sympathetic, but his eyes were also full of gloating.

"Seventh Sister, stop..."

"I've made up my mind. I'm going to drag my third brother to Yanguilou later, and I can buy him a drink. His appearance must be seen by those beauties who like him." Nan Pianyue's round eyes It's extraordinarily bright.

"It's really nonsense." Dong Shixiu shook his head and sighed while watching his younger siblings play, but his heart was extremely happy. At that time, they were so happy, um, no, what about him, why isn't he in the painting? Oh, he's here.

"How long are you guys going to make trouble? I've been waiting for two hours!" He stood under the Liuhe stage and raised his head to call out to the stage.

"Ah! The eldest brother is here! This time the eldest brother saved the third brother, what luck."

"Yeah." Nan Pianyue agreed, regretting, "And I don't have a chance to drag the third brother who looks like this to Yan Guilou."

Fengji, who had been sitting idle on the white jade railing, jumped down gracefully, "Seventh sister, you are tired too, let's go to Lingxiao Temple to have a cup of tea and rest."

"Okay." As soon as the words fell, Jian Guang stopped.

"Huh! I'm saved." Ning Jingyuan wiped his sweat.

Feng Duying looked calm and leisurely, looked at Ning Yuan who was in a state of embarrassment with a smile, and said: "Third brother, if the second brother is not free next time, I will come to you to practice swords, you This lightness skill will help me increase the speed of drawing the sword." After speaking, she was satisfied to hear Ning Jingyuan scream "No" before sheathing the sword.

"Let's go." Fengji greeted the second brother, and then glanced at Nan Pianyue, seemingly intentionally or unintentionally.

Nan Pianyue hurried over and smiled with a lovable baby face, "Fourth brother, my little brother got another five altars of 'Tu Su', and I will send them to you in the evening."

"Yeah." The smile on Fengji's face was as soft as a spring breeze.

The Huajing Terrace on the side listened and came over: "Xiaoba, aren't you at a loss?"

"Is there any?" Nan Pianyue wrinkled her nose, "Fourth brother has five altars, sixth brother you have three altars, second brother has one altar, I have one altar, ten altars are just right."

"Giving more to one than another." Hua Jingtai curled his lips.

"Sixth brother, I would rather offend my second brother who is superb in martial arts than my perfect fourth brother." Nan Pianyue lowered her voice.

Hua Jingtai thought about it, then nodded, deeply convinced.

Feng Duying who passed by them didn't express anything when he heard this, but the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"Huh!" Tranquility on the other side let out a long breath, finally saving his life.

"The result of loving to play." Bai Yima said plainly.

"What's more, fifth brother, you are too cruel, you don't even try to help me." Tranquility was far from repentant.

"It really deserves it." Bai Yima shook his head and walked away.

Ning Jingyuan tidied up her clothes, but saw that there was no one on the high platform, so she hurriedly chased after her, "You guys wait for me too."

"Brother, it would be nice if you came a little later." Nan Pianyue walked down the Liuhe platform with three steps.

Below Liuhe, he smiled and watched his younger siblings approaching, and then they walked towards Lingxiao Palace together.

On Liuhetai, Dong Shixiu smiled softly. These are his younger siblings, and their friendship will remain unchanged throughout their lives.

"One heart and one mind, never separate..." The murmur suddenly stopped, and he panicked. When he looked again, there was an empty space in front of him, and the picture scroll had disappeared without a trace.

They failed to keep the second half of the sentence, and they finally separated.

Later, his Fenghuang'er died, and his brothers left, leaving him alone, guarding the empty Liuhetai, the empty palace.

After a long time, Dong Shixiu turned around and walked down Liuhetai. He staggered across the square and pushed open the door of Lingxiao Hall.

In Lingxiao Palace, everything is the same, but it is completely different.

He looked at the portrait on the wall, he and his siblings were still young and full of vigor, they were always together, always here.

"Half life is happy and half life is sad, fifty years will be the end of this life."

In front of the floor-to-ceiling large round window, Dong Shixiu leaned back and muttered a few words, then closed his eyes calmly.

The 20th year of Dadong Yuanding, the ninth day of March.

Dong Shixiu, the founding king of the Great Eastern Dynasty, died in Lingxiao Palace, and was given the posthumous title of "Wei Lie".

Seven years later, Huang Ti passed away in Jizhou and was given the posthumous title of "Wu". In the next few years, the remaining five kings also passed away one after another. Ning Jingyuan was posthumously named "Rui", Fengji was posthumously named "Zhao", Baiyima was posthumously named "Wen", Huajingtai was posthumously named "Kang", and Nanpianyue was posthumously named "Yi". .

The legend of those eight people finally came to an end, and it has become a legend among people ever since.