Hidden Blade Chapter 171: Goodbye

Time and busyness are the best medicine in the world.

Both of these are enough to make people forget the heart-wrenching past and move forward with a new vision.

Seven months have passed, from early spring to early autumn.

The common people gradually came out of the natural disaster that caused their wives to disperse. When the rice turned golden, they realized that the hardest days had finally come to an end, and everything would move in a better direction.

Cities and towns all over the world began to send memorials about the autumn harvest. Although this is not the busiest time, but from those memorials reported the amount of grain and grass, it can be predicted that this year will be a bumper harvest. year.

Before sunset Xishan, Fang Ziyu finally corrected the last memorial.

Seven months' time has restored life to this land that had fallen into dead silence, and has also allowed this girl who had been sexually detached to gradually adapt to her identity as an emperor.

She looked silent, yet she waved her hand to the maid beside her who was in charge of taking care of her life without losing her majesty: "Yun'er, you go out first, I want to rest alone."

The waitress named Yun'er beside her was cute and didn't ask much. After paying a respect to Fang Ziyu, she took the rest of the attendants in the hall and retreated Yingying.

When the door of the temple was slowly closed by Yun'er, the afterglow of the sun was cut off by the wooden door, and the hall was plunged into darkness. Only the eyes of the woman sitting in the middle of the door flashed with charming brilliance. Like the bright stars in the endless night.

Oh.

Then, a long sigh was spit out from Fang Ziyu's mouth, echoing through the hall door.

Fang Ziyu, dressed in a gorgeous robe, stood up from behind the counter, stepped to the middle of the hall, raised her head to look at the empty roof, and the bright light in her eyes suddenly dimmed a little at that time.

To be fair, she didn't have the slightest interest in the so-called Ning Dynasty emperor. As for her, the title of Empress Chengtian was something that was imposed on her by others. She just can't bear to watch those hungry people die in hunger, and she can't rest assured that the power to determine the life and death of the world will be handed over to others. Although she was a little naive, she was not stupid. Chen Xuanji had asked her to read more than once in the books. It was mentioned not only for the benevolence of the common people, but also the overbearing power that shocked the world.

She understands very well that now Xia, Zhou, and Chen’s three kingdoms are returned to Daning. In the final analysis, it is just a stopgap measure after the world has no food at that time, and now there are bumper harvests everywhere. The sages are full of wine and lust. How can those tycoons who have been surrendered to her be willing to keep sending people under the fence? Once they really find the opportunity, this world will inevitably be another **** storm. So no matter what considerations, the position of the Empress Chengtian can only be taken by Fang Ziyu.

Because only she has such a huge prestige, can she gather such irreversible public opinion, can let the heroes who are full of ambitions continue to lie dormant, and can also let this improved world continue to prosper. .

Thinking of this place, Fang Ziyu sighed again. With the sudden movement of her hands hidden under her cuffs, a huge force swept away all over her, but it was reduced in an instant, and it was this force that swung away. At that moment, her body suddenly disappeared under the envelope of that power.

After a brief but brilliant light and shadow circulating, Fang Ziyu's body came to the roof of the tallest building in Changle Palace, the Star Cultivation Pavilion. This is the ability she possessed since she became the throne. It's not surprising, but she can do it after mastering some laws that distort space. It’s strange to say that since the enthronement ceremony relied on the dragon’s breath from the world to climb into the fairyland, as the spring came, the people’s life became better and better, and the entire Daning dynasty also had a thriving energy. Riku sat in the palace, exhausting his mind to correct the cultivation of the Fangziyu of every memorial that was handed over. Rather than a half-point decline due to such labor, it was stronger than a day.

Such an improvement is a very significant improvement. Every day, she can feel that she is stronger than yesterday. As for how strong she is, she doesn’t really say it—after that natural disaster, most of the world’s sects have already Defeated, and the immortal powers in it must either completely hide out of the world and want to be a true immortal, so as to jump out of this world, or have died in that catastrophe, this huge world wants to find it at this moment An immortal has already become a far more difficult task than climbing to the sky.

Without an accurate comparison, Fang Ziyu can hardly tell what realm strength she has now. Of course, she also doesn't know whether every fairy emperor has been treated like this from ancient times to the present, but if it is so, what makes her wonder is that although she can't say exactly what level of strength she is now, But it can be clearly understood that this kind of strength is far from being comparable to that of an ordinary fairy. And if the immortal emperor who was personally conquered by Da Xia had such a strength, how could he be shot through by Lin Shou's one arrow and a single dream?

Standing on the roof of the Star Cultivating Pavilion, Fang Ziyu, who looked at the setting sun with only an undetectable halo, frowned.

Fang Ziyu, who had gradually calmed down after the initial busyness and the anxiety of first ascending the throne, had seriously thought about the various events before and after the disaster.

And the conclusion she can draw is only three words--very weird.

The grain storage land that Chen Xuanji told her to carry, the hundred thousand army who had just stepped into the Antler Plain during the time of the natural disaster, everything seemed to have been specially arranged for her, she just had to follow the established rules If you get these things in a routine, you can easily survive the catastrophe. It was not the first time that such thoughts appeared in Fang Ziyu's mind, but at best she could only think about these past events, unable to verify them.

But the doubts in her heart, apart from the parts that cannot be verified, are more things that she dared not verify.

Where did Xu Han and the others go, whether they were among the hundred thousand mountains, and whether the hundred thousand mountains have really returned, located in the west of Qingzhou.

If it were placed seven months ago, the Fangziyu who unloaded the burden of the emperor would rush there without hesitation to find out. But when she sat on the throne of the emperor, although there was no time to go on her own, after everything calmed down, it was not difficult to send someone to find out, but Fang Ziyu became more frightened as she reached this point. stand up.

She is afraid that the sky in the west of Qingzhou is empty, or that there are no traces of people in the hundred thousand mountains, because if they were alive, the news of her becoming the Empress of Heaven would have spread all over the country, why would they not come to look for her? ? Sometimes, instead of piercing the invisible hope, it is better to put it there. When you are desperate and exhausted, you will regenerate a little strength by looking at it from a distance.

This is the truth that Fang Ziyu learned alone in the busyness of Chen Guo. It can be seen as a kind of growth, but it is more like a compromise in the eyes.

After making such a compromise, every day when I was free, Fang Ziyu would come to the roof of the Star Cultivation Pavilion and look west. There was a female emperor who looked at the sunset in the west, and she was the only one. I know that she is watching an old friend...

......

Today, Fangziyu is also looking west.

She watched it for a long time as usual, and she was a little surprised.

Fang Ziyu sighed until the sunset completely fell, and slowly retracted his gaze.

The bright light in her eyes dimmed a bit. She knew that the dream of remembering the past was over. She needed to go back to the palace, eat under the gaze of everyone, and then continue to correct the memorial handed over at night. , After that, I have to go to bed early, because tomorrow there will be countless new memorials that will be handed over, and it will continue again and again, never ending. She sometimes wonders what is the meaning of such a day~IndoMTL.com~Why would those heroes and heroes beat you to death for such a boring thing?

Fang Ziyu sighed again, and then picked up her mood, she must use the secret method she has only learned to distort the space and return to her bedroom.

But her hand hidden under the wide cuffs just moved, but suddenly froze in the next moment.

She frowned and looked to the northwest. The look between her brows suddenly became serious at that time, and she felt an extremely cold breath in the distant direction. She is no stranger to this kind of aura. It is the aura that the Saint Child Saint Soldier once created in the Senluo Temple exudes after being consecrated, but the difference is that the aura she feels at this moment is obviously more The dispersal of the Zi Shengbing was several times more gloomy and cold.

"Is it the remnants of Senluo Temple?" Fang Ziyu thought to himself, even if he now has the strength far beyond ordinary immortals

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