Legend of Fu Yao Chapter 19: Who is the wolf king

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Her gaze seemed to thin the cold moonlight and cut it into thousands of pieces. Each piece was an ice-like knife. Each knife stirred the floating light of the spring night and forced it towards Zong. More.

She asked each word:

"Did you kill Xu Wan?"

Zong Yue was silent, standing in a mottled gray and black, all three of them breathed softly, thinly and hard, like steel wires that pierced people's hearts.

For a long while, he was extremely light, as if he was afraid of breaking through the ups and downs of the spring night, he said:

"Yes."

Meng Fuyao let out a long breath.

That breath didn't seem like relief, but rather like trying to take this opportunity to squirt out the accumulation of depression in the chest. After the squirting, I didn't want to take it back.

She said again: "Did you save me?"

Zong Yue was silent for a while before saying: "Yes."

"That's good." Meng Fuyao held Xu Wan's bones quietly, looking up at the sky, the moonlight of jade and yellow sprinkled on her bright eyebrows, and there was a kind of intense intensity in the quiet, she said for a long time, "All grievances and grievances are all over, and it's written off."

Then she held the cloth bag without turning her head, and strode away.

"Queen Xuanji, is my aunt in the distant house, very far away, the kind that has almost no contact." Behind him, Zong Yue suddenly said quietly.

Meng Fuyao stopped, turning his back to him without speaking.

"My family was changed and I fled to the continents of the five continents. Although the family has relatives spreading across seven countries, there are no lack of people in high positions, but no one is willing to take me in this trouble. It's her, her aunt I forgot to take the initiative. Send someone to pick me up and tell me, if there is an aunt to protect you, who dares to move you?"

Zong Yue took a long sigh. The breath in the night turned out to be white, like frost condensed in winter because of the cold air. However, this is the spring night. At the end of late spring, there are small green apricots on the branches and blowing on the embankment. He is old and the spring is so beautiful and long, but it is bleak and desolate in his eyes.

"Perhaps she didn't feel so sorry for me, but more to show her honor and glory as the Queen of Xuanji, but anyway, during the first and most difficult period, I was taken care of by her. My Guangdetang was also the first to develop in Xuanji, and then was able to extend power on the Wuzhou Continent. Without her help, I would have died in endless pursuits, not to mention ten years of patience and final revenge."

"You know, in order to take revenge, I have done everything, let alone relying on her?" Zong Yue smiled lightly and bitterly, "She is an evil tiger, I am Yu, the identity of Yu Heng, there are some things I may not be willing to do it, then I will be the tiger."

"Including, killing Xu Wan? Grooming her?" Meng Fuyao's question was not a question, it was probably a hard and angular stone that was smashed down.

"Also...you can say so." Zong Yue closed her eyes. "After she was found, she intended to escape. The direction was not to escape to the palace, but to return to the room. She should have wanted to let go. If you let you run away, it was me... I stopped it, and the queen wanted me to stop. I had to stop it. I didn't know at that time, she was going back... let you go."

Meng Fuyao did not speak, his back was straight, like a jade pillar embedded in the moon.

"When she fell into my hands, she said a word, she said, please let my daughter go." I looked into her eyes and thought of my own mother, the night when the door was shut down at home, my mother asked her to protect me. The same is true of the look in my eyes when I go out.

"I asked her, would you like to die now? She stared at me in surprise and nodded. She is really a very smart woman. She made a choice without me explaining more. When I caught her back, she used After closing the acupuncture points* taught by the master, I cut her pulse with a golden needle. The golden needle can control her pain. It's just like that, it will definitely die."

Meng Fuyao was shocked.

"You know what happened afterwards. Freshen up. That was torture that I didn't expect. The punishment was so fierce that the function of the golden needle to control the acupoints could not completely block the pain. Besides, I was young and closed my veins. The technique is not proficient, Xu Wan...still hurts."

"Fortunately, she died very quickly." Zong Yue let out another long sigh, "The golden needle cuts the acupuncture point. She could not survive for half an hour. Her suffering...not as severe as you think."

"So I don’t think I owe Xu Wan anything. Although I caught her back, she would never be able to run out of the palace even if I didn’t do anything. Besides, she didn’t even want to run out. I didn’t save her...I don’t think I had a reason to save her.” Zong Yue said lightly, “Fuyao...I just think I owe you. If I didn’t catch her first, I would let her go. Open you, so at the very least... At the very least, you don't have to be forced to witness that scene in the cabinet... It is my fault."

"So you blocked my memory?" Meng Fuyao asked in a moment of silence.

"Let you see that scene. I was deeply disturbed. I clicked the acupuncture points to take you out of the palace. After hesitating for a long time, I sealed your memory. Perhaps this decision was very selfish and unfair to you, but you were too ...I'm afraid you will be crazy..."

Zong Yue paused, remembering that when he picked up the thin and deformed girl that night, she didn't say a word, but she struggled madly. She obviously didn't have the strength to show his martial arts, but every step she dragged her would cost her With such a great effort, she grabbed the cabinet, the bed, the curtain, and stubbornly grabbed everything that could be grabbed, and her eyes were full of hatred and distrust of him. He was afraid that people would find out, and when she was anxious to pick her up and leave, she She even bit the bedside in one bite. If it weren't for him to find something wrong, her mouth full of teeth would be pulled out.

That kind of hatred... That kind of madness... That kind of perseverance... From beginning to end, she didn't shed a single tear or said a word.

In the end, he had to click her acupuncture points and rushed out of the city. She was still flushed and restless in the closed acupoint. He was afraid that keeping such a memory would cause harm to the child sooner or later, so he hesitated for a long time and chose to close her. Memory.

He didn't take the most simple amnesiac, but closed it up, as long as she wanted, she could remember it at any time, but she didn't, she was more ruthless than Jinzhen, and at the same time she voluntarily closed herself.

More than ten years ago, on the lone cliff of Duxiu Peak and under the cypress, the little child was put into a bamboo basket and drifted along the water. He stood on the black cliff and watched the basket sink with the waves. Carrying floating, floating into a round and big moonlight, it was near the mid-autumn, the moonlight night was full of brilliance, and the water was shimmering under the cliff, so that he could not see the direction that the basket was drifting away.

At that time, he was sad, full of sighs about the unknown future, watching the child go with the water, thinking it was a release of fate.

Unexpectedly, in the end, he built a barrier for lovesickness.

Zong Yue was silent, his face was dark and charming at this time, Liuli eyes and dark hair, long black hair, flaming red lips, bright and shining beauty, but the compelling beauty in normal days, at this time, layers of paleness appeared. Come, it's as cold as the moonlight

For revenge, he paid too many sacrifices, such as the dual identity of day and night, such as the very different face of the dark charm, such as the permanent internal injury that is difficult to heal, such as that who was a tiger in his youth, but now I know that the deepest The most painful thing was actually standing on the opposite side of her inadvertently, banishing her and hurting her.

Meng Fuyao was also silent, and her heart was chaotic. She always knew that the more part of the clan, but never wanted to go into it, because Zong Yue and Changsun Wuji are different. There must be unspeakable concealment of Changsun Wuji's destruction of promises, but Zong Yue may not. He has never been a good person, and he has never used any means to avenge his family. He has struggled and drifted away. In such a struggle, he has no lack of innocent souls. Who can guarantee that there is no Xu Wan? After all, to the original Zong Yue, their mother and daughter can only be regarded as strangers.

He had no reason to protect her back then, but he might hurt her for some necessary reasons.

So she was afraid of revealing the truth, afraid of having to face the dilemma of grievance after revealing it, so she took out the hand that pierced the chest of the old road and broke him one last breath to stop him from speaking.

However, what can't be avoided will not be avoided after all, and finally come back in this way.

Now, with the result, she faintly breathed a sigh of relief... Fortunately, it was not that bad. At that time, Zong Yue was still a teenager after all. The changes in the family changed his character while retaining a share. Easily touched and soft, he finally didn't use Ling Chi's knife on Xu Wan to kill her, it was only done.

As for the mistakes committed... Instead of investigating the scene where Zong Yue stopped Xu Wan and forced her to witness the scene with her own eyes in the cabinet, it is better to pursue the eight-year-old girl who locked the cabinet.

The doubts in the depths of Shen Qian’s years were finally solved, but the depression in his heart could not disappear immediately. In any case, remembering the appearance of Zong Yue watching Xu Wan being tortured and unable to save his hands, Meng Fuyao’s heart was inevitably cold. , She gently stroked Xu Wan’s bones in her palm, and said indifferently for a long time: “I still said that, God’s will make people, it’s not about manpower, it’s all grievances and grievances, and it’s written off.”

Then she hugged Xu Wan's bones and strode out without looking back.

Changsun Wuji silently followed, glanced at him as he passed Zong Yue's side, wanted to say but didn't say anything, and left quietly.

No one is wrong, but they are all wrong, but it is the result of the coolness of heaven. After this night, Weiyangtian, Liulihuo.

Zong Yue didn't move, he sat down slowly, sitting in front of the Yanling Palace, which had been silent for fourteen years, and sat in the ruins and dust on the wall.

The moonlight is bleak and clear, with a slightly **** color, just like the moonlight hung on the lonely cypress on the lonely cliff that night fourteen years ago.

Shuyao.

Now I finally understand.

I have survived thousands of miles of wind, thousands of lives, and years of poetry and wine, but I can't, you look away.

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The night is not yet young, and the stars are shining. This is the fifth night of April in the thirtieth year of Xuanji Tiancheng. After dawn, there will be the queen's succession ceremony. The history of Xuanji country will open a new page, but at this moment the imperial city is dark, There is no joy for the arrival of a new dynasty.

The front of Yongchang Hall is brightly lit.

The Thirty Thousand Imperial Forest Army never guarded the gates of each palace to block Meng Fuyao’s entry, but gathered in an array under His Royal Highness Yongchang, with swords coming out of sheaths and arrows on the strings, new energy spreading gold, cold light and iron clothes, tens of thousands Lined up, but didn't hear a cough.

The torch is blazing, and the blade is shining with cold light. When reflected by the moonlight, the entire huge white marble square seems to be floating with a layer of water.

Meng Fuyao brought her more than 3,000 people and walked over calmly. At the gate of the palace behind her, Tang Yizhong's 50,000 troops were far away.

Three thousand riders rushed in front of the main hall of Xuanji, "chao", three thousand sounds were neat and tidy.

The Great Han Warriors have the best riding skills in the world, and the 30,000 Xuanji Imperial Forest Army showed admiration, but remained silent and confronted with iron-like eyes.

The weapons in the scabbard of King Dahan were eager to try, waiting for their king's order to immediately kill this ugly and dirty dynasty.

But there was a long transmission sound from the top of the hall.

"Please Prince Wuji, King Dahanmeng, enter the hall--"

Meng Fuyao raised his head, his eyes sneered, what kind of score is on this hour? You let me in, and you don’t let me in. The difference is whether you need to walk on the corpse.

She strode forward without hesitation, and the waves of the 30,000 Imperial Forest Army separated silently, giving way to a narrow, oppressive road of swords, guns, swords and halberds.

The long spear forest extends from the bottom of the steps to the thousand steps. The light of the torch burns silently at the top of the spear forest. For a moment, Meng Fuyao suddenly remembered that in Taiyuan, she had walked through such a gun. Lin Lulu, at that time she had no martial arts, was injured, disguised, and was thrillingly nervous.

At that time, she was also simple, free, happy and bright.

Meng Fuyao suddenly wetted his eyes.

For the vicissitudes of life in this life.

Pros and cons are closely related to each other. When status is turned upside down, suffering and frustration also come together.

She took a deep breath, raised her head, and walked up the steps. The jade-white qi around her body was released, and the tip of the gun snapped off wherever she passed, following her black figure all the way up, two The sharp steel tip of the gun kept jumping from the side all the way, and it dinged out white arcs, sparking the torch on the upper end and sparking everywhere. The imperial army who was pierced by the tip of the gun and scorched by the sparks kept retreating in exclamation. Later, it became a mess on the steps, no longer being neat and oppressive.

Meng Fuyao sneered and went straight to the top of the hall.

She will no longer control herself for others, since then her path will not allow any obstacles!

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The three major halls, with the curtains hanging down, are still a star of lights in the inner hall, flickering dimly like ghost fires. The sound of the two people's steps on the mirror-like golden brick floor, echoes long.

Meng Fuyao drove straight in, opening a heavy curtain without stopping, and stopped in front of the last layer of veil.

The lights come on from there.

The screen is transparent, and the shadows show two figures, one standing and the other lying down, and they seem to be whispering when they meet their heads, looking very affectionate.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the standing person raised his head, smiled vaguely, and said: "Come on?"

Really, the tone is casual and natural, as if waiting for Meng Fuyao for a long time, as if Meng Fuyao is a guest from afar, and she is the warm host who has been waiting for the guests for a long time.

Of course, this voice is familiar.

Meng Fuyao smiled, his tone was also very kind, "You are here, why am I not willing to come?"

The man smiled gently and said: "Please open the curtain yourself, it is not convenient for this palace."

Meng Fuyao flicked his sleeves, the curtains floated silently, the dim light rushed into my eyes, and the man under the light looked up and smiled compassionately.

The eyebrows are curved like the moon, elegant and graceful, the moon-white skirts and pavilions lie on the ground, the dark patterns on the skirts are embroidered with Buddha lotus, and the temperament is dusty when the breeze blows, and the eyes are peaceful and quiet, without any vulgarity.

Feng Jing Fan.

Meng Fuyao stared at her, let out a long breath, and muttered: "This world is really annoying. Some people are like cockroaches, so they won't die."

"You are right." Feng Jingfan smiled, "It's really annoying."

As soon as she spoke, Meng Fuyao immediately made a vomiting face, "Bah", and then quickly apologized, "Excuse me, I always feel like vomiting when I see you, didn’t I vomit your place? Actually, I think No, your place will not be cleaner than cow dung."

"It doesn't matter." Feng Jingfan is always amiable, and gently massages the shoulders of the lying person, "You get dirty wherever you go."

"That is." Meng Fu smiled, "But it's better than being born with dirt and dirt." Her eyes floated downward, looking at Feng Jingfan's squinting old guy who seemed to enjoy himself, very much. Cordial condolences, "Are you still alive?"

Feng Xuan opened his eyes, looked at her in a daze for a long time, but sighed for a while without saying a word.

"What you have is the opportunity to reminisce with him." Feng Jing Fan said, "In hell."

"That's where you should go, I won't squeeze with you."

"I said, what are we two fighting over here? That's what the market shrew can do." Feng Jingfan suddenly smiled and said, "Dear King Meng Han, let's talk about business. "

"Oh?" Meng Fuyao sat down with a smile, "What do you think we can talk about on business?"

"Give me the little chapter in your arms." Feng Jingfan smiled, "I put a cover on a certain purpose, and it's done."

"I said Your Majesty the Queen." Meng Fu shook Erlang's legs. "Aren't you supposed to hold the scepter in your left hand and the jade seal in your right hand? How come you want to ask outsiders for such an important thing?"

"It's not my incompetent Sixth Sister who stole the Yuxi." Feng Jingfan laughed, "It's so troublesome, Yuxi, who owns it, it's useless if you steal it. It's useless."

"Who said that? Zhan is useful, at least you want to destroy it." Meng Fuyao immediately took out the bright yellow satin bag from his arms and squeezed it lightly.

A pile of jade powder was immediately scattered on the ground.

Looking at the pile of jade powder, Feng Jingfan's face finally changed. After the change, she sneered and said: "Okay, okay, I am the number one lunatic on the Wuzhou Continent, destroying the jade seal...you can do it." /

"This is right, this is the tone and expression that a person should have." Meng Fu applauded, "Thank you for ruining Yuxi, or I will have to watch your disgusting smirk and continue talking to you. That's better than death."

"I feel like a waste of time talking to you." Feng Jingfan said lightly, "You can get out now."

"It's great, I want to say this to you. I'll give you one more word." Meng Fuyao smiled, "You can get out and die."

"Oh?" Feng Jingfan smiled, "Why?"

"Do you not have eyes? Or do you think your so-called hostage can replace you? I'm sorry, I'm not interested." Meng Fu waved his hand, "Please kill, please kill quickly."

"You three thousand guards, you can't change all the power of Dahan and Wuji in Tongcheng?"

Meng Fuyao narrowed his eyes, "Huh?"

"Do you think Tang Yizhong's hundred thousand troops are obedient? Really do it for you?" Feng Jingfan gave Feng Xuan a massage in a hurry, and said in a whisper, "It's a pity, those hundred thousand troops, tonight There will be a riot, and there is no way to give you any support. Your three thousand guards have entered the palace, and they are caught between the thirty thousand Yulin Army and the fifty thousand Nagano Army who came here. Just don’t know, your family is known as the most brave in the world. Can the three thousand Changhan Jingqi rides withstand the 80,000 Xuanji Army that is also equipped with sophisticated weapons?"

She smiled and blew her nails, and said: "Oh, sorry, I forgot to tell you that the fifty thousand soldiers of the third brother are actually mine, and the third brother has been loyal to me very early."

Meng Fuyao was silent for a while, and then heard the chaos outside the palace gate, the sound faintly floated, Feng Jingfan's eyes flashed, and he smiled, "Listen, it's starting."

She then turned her head to look at the grandson Wuji, and smiled; "His Royal Highness, have you considered being my husband?"

Zhang Sun Wuji smiled, sitting in the chair and looking at her leisurely: "If you do Fuyao's dowry and make us a bed and stack of quilts every night, I can consider letting you open your face and be a little girl, I am afraid that Fuyao will not be happy. ...And I'm afraid I will vomit."

In his arms, Master Yuan Bao suddenly came out and made an expression of open mouth.

"..."

Meng Fuyao's face was dark, and he was very opinionated about someone's cheeky, but looking at Feng Jingfan's face, he couldn't help laughing. The grandson Wuji was shameless, and it was really cruel.

"There is nothing to say." Feng Jingfan's face was cold and white and his breath rose and fell, "Quit! Leave Xuanji! I swear to never invade Xuanji again! Otherwise, even if I can't move you, I will wipe out your army of more than three thousand people. , It's easy!"

"It's easy for you to brag." Meng Fuyao sat still, "Selling lip service, the world will be settled, the throne will be inherited, the queen will be on the throne, and we will give way."

"No?" Feng Jingfan sneered, "Don't you Meng Fuyao be kind and have a commitment? Isn't it that Aijun Ruzi refuses to let his subordinates sacrifice easily? Isn't it that the grievances are clear and the private grievances involve the innocent? You bear heart. To kill one of me, to kill you three thousand loyal guards? You are here, yes, then you are waiting to bear the debt of three thousand lives. Do you want to get out and save? I have 18 masters here, even if you can't kill You, procrastinate you for a while, leaving 80,000 to 3,000 to resolve the time, presumably it is also possible."

"You know me quite well." Meng Fuyao sneered, "Then, do you want to try?"

Feng Jingfan stopped speaking, a little blue gradually emerged on her white neck, and her eyes were quietly cold. Under the light of the lavender palace lantern, it looked like a wax figure that had not been painted.

After a long while, she said in a deep voice, she didn't know who she was speaking to: "Go, show the prince and king Meng some proof, so that they can see clearly, the consequences of disobedience!"

On the eaves, there is the sound of the wind blowing away from the clothes.

None of the three spoke.

The air is very quiet, only the occasional crackling sound of the candle wick and the heavy and hasty gasping of the old man, the lanterns are hanging down and no one cuts, Feng Jingfan is faintly at the lone lantern, her face is pale, her eyes are dark, her fingers Nervously clenched and loosened on the brocade mattress.

Today’s situation, in fact, has reached the worst step for her. The queen mother and Uncle Yuheng are dead, and the biggest battle around her is gone. If she can’t force Changsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao today, she will do it again. There is no way to suppress their abilities, the only hope is that Meng Fuyao feels soft and retreats from the palace. She quickly ascends to the throne, and then gathers the national forces to kill two people in Xuanji territory.

As for the consequences of killing them, now that they can’t be taken care of, what about destroying the country? Anyhow, the emperor who had been Xuanji had avenged his great revenge in this life!

At the beginning, I was scrupulous about the identity of the two, fearing that they would kill them and lead the Wuji and Dahan allied forces to destroy Xuanji, so that Uncle Yuheng tried to differentiate them and let them kill each other. She even had a vague in her heart. The hope of the appointment-they broke up and separated, and she married Xuanji as a country, circumspectly gentle and supplemented by the expansion of the territory. Who can resist the world? At that time, maybe Changsun Wuji will change his mind?

Holding this hope, I didn't really kill him.

They should have been killed long ago!

Feng Jingfan turned his gaze, and looked at the old man on the couch with a gloomy face. Feng Xuan was still half-dead, and it was difficult to open his eyes. He was panting on the couch and his fingers were still moving nervously... …Damn it, what medicine did the queen give to the father? Why did he make him like this? The mental weakness is easy to control. It's better now, and the jade seal is lost in a muddle. Until now, a sacred decree has not been written, and the queen's name is still empty!

The sound of jumbled footsteps in the distance knocked through the silence of the empty hall, Feng Jingfan's eyes lit up, and a faint smile appeared at the corners of his mouth.

With a bang, someone opened the door and strode into the hall, raising his hand from a distance, and several **** human skulls rolled to the feet of Meng Fuyao and Sun Wuji.

The two looked down, their faces changed.

"Tell the fourteen emperors, here is the head of the rebels of the Changyong Army!"

"Okay!" Feng Jingfan raised his eyebrows and smiled and said loudly: "Do it!"

"Yes!"

The faint sound of screaming in the distance came like waves of killing, mixed with the **** air rising in the temple, and it sounded a bit of a killing and shocking. Feng Jingfan glanced at the two of them, slowly Slowly said, "Changyong Army has been controlled by me, your three thousand guards must be meat, don't you two give up?"

With a wave of her hand, eighteen figures jumped down from the four corners of the main hall, surrounding Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji.

"Regardless of life and death, keep them!" Feng Jingfan yelled coldly, "Let them listen carefully to the wailing of their subordinates!"

The eighteen people choked their swords in unison, "choking" and their movements were neat. In the dark hall, there were eighteen bright arcs that were intertwined into an airtight net of light.

"My teacher Yuheng, I taught these eighteen people the superb formation. They only practiced this for a while, immersed in it and are so familiar with their hearts, all their energy and efforts are integrated in this formation. Even if you two have the strength of the top ten, you will definitely be trapped!" Feng Jingfan's mouth made a grin, turned around and took the imperial decree on the table, and looked at Feng Xuan, "Father, let's concentrate on writing the imperial decree. Finish it."

She stopped looking at them and turned around.

"Ha!"

Eighteen people flicked their long swords together, Hua Guang Li Lie's swords repeatedly vibrated, and there was a sound of dragons in the hall.

Meng Fuyao stood there, listening to the sound of killing in the square outside, and suddenly said to Changsun Wuji: "I think...we really want to quit."

Changsun Wuji smiled and said: "Where are you going, where am I."

Feng Jingfan heard it in his ears, his face sank, and he was slightly happy.

It’s good to quit. One step back will take more steps, and eventually there will be a chance to solve them.

"Enlighten the Fourteen Queens!"

With a sudden shout, the eighteen people around who were about to wait were stunned. When they turned around, they saw the black shadow outside the hall, and the man who had thrown the head of the traitor did not leave.

Feng Jingfan turned his head in surprise, and said: "Why haven't you left?"

"The subordinates also brought a few heads of Hanjun guards!" The man shouted, "Let King Dahanmeng open his eyes to see how her subordinates died! So get out early!"

"You want to be thoughtful!" Feng Jingfan was overjoyed, waved his hand, "Come on!"

The man raised his hand and tossed, brawny Shen Xiong, whistling a few round things up, dripping in midair.

The heads were thrown out, Meng Fuyao and Changsun Wuji looked at each other, then suddenly slid away, one to the left and one to the right, on the high beams of the hall.

"嚓——"

Several "heads" suddenly exploded in mid-air, some exploded directly above the heads of eighteen people, some flew out countless sleeve arrows flying needles, some shot in mid-air, and suddenly stretched out several serrated knives , Slashing from the person's scalp.

Another one came straight to Fengjing Fan, and three golden knives flew out of the black black "hair" with a "chap"!

Feng Jingfan yelled angrily, and when he turned over, he floated across the bed. The golden sword chased endlessly, and followed her flying trajectory and chased it again. Feng Jingfan turned over again, swept over again, From the back of the couch to the front of the couch, from behind the lamp to the lamp, flying from the palace to the top of the palace, wherever the bed and curtain were destroyed, the palace lamp was crooked and the palace pillar was half broken, covered with silk satin fragments, candle oil, wood chips, and his clothes The fragments were really embarrassed.

And the eighteen people who were devoted to the formation did not expect their heads to explode, and the screams broke out, and they were injured in half instantly.

"Happiness."

Meng Fuyao applauded leisurely on the top beam of the main hall and smiled and said: "Your Majesty, is this the good show you want us to watch? It's really exciting!"

"You--" Feng Jingfan suddenly turned his head while avoiding, "How could...how!"

"What can't you do?" The other person who took the call came in from outside the hall with a smile, "His Royal Highness, you want to make trouble in my long brave army, and you don't want to think about my Tang family. A nice soft persimmon?"

The beautiful baby-faced little father-in-law pointed to the grandson Wuji again: "You want to make trouble in front of him? Don't want to think about the reputation of Prince Wuji?"

"Are you complimenting me or hurting me?" The eldest grandson Wugao stood on top of the palace and smiled Shi Shiran. "In fact, the crux of the problem is that Her Majesty is so uncomfortable, and everyone has to be careful. "

"How is it possible..." Feng Jingfan looked back in midair with a panic. She was obviously good at light work, but her strength was not sustainable. For a while, Mercedes was already black hair and sweating slightly.

Chang Sun Wuji didn’t even look at her or answer. Tang Yizhong was still talking and babbling, “His Royal Highness, since they know you are still alive, they will definitely care about you. You are in Yongchang. The hall controls your Majesty, but you can't help but pass the message. The person who passes the message to you is your personal maid Mingruo, right? No one needs to stare at her, just stare at her."

Feng Jingfan leaned back, and flew over a very narrow beam on the roof of the temple. The golden knife flew over and took a piece of her hair, but because the beam blocked him and couldn’t fly back, Feng Jingfan got rid of it. The knife landed very embarrassed, standing in front of Feng Xuan's couch, sneered.

"The whereabouts of your little maid has always been under the control of the prince's intelligence specialist." Tang Yizhong smiled, "Did you not see clearly the head of the person you smashed in? Except for your instigation to prepare to riot tonight Those few of you, there are some wise ones, oh, the secret talents specially trained under your staff are also there. To be honest, you are too far away from your Royal Highness's efforts to spy on assassination power."

"Thank you for helping to eradicate the malignant tumor." Tang Yizhong stooped one last time, summing up his speech.

Feng Jingfan stood silently. Her hair bun had been cut apart by a flying knife, and she had a long and short shawl over her shoulders. Some short hairs covered her eyes, making it difficult to see what was under her eyes What a look, the light was on and off, and a dark shadow was hit on her face. The deep and shallow contours were no longer the gentleness of the camouflage, but cold, hard, and gloomy jagged.

She stepped back suddenly.

Retired to Feng Xuan's side, grabbed the imperial decree that was never finished, and pinched Feng Xuan's wrist with one hand, and said sharply: "Father, you write! Write quickly! Anyway, I am Queen Xuanji! Always more noble than the **** who knows nowhere!"

Her eyes are red and her breath is undulating. Anyway, she will fight for the last time!

The hall was very quiet, Feng Xuan suddenly sighed under her palm, stuffed the imperial decree into her hand, and said: "I have already written it."

Feng Jingfan heard that he stopped breathing suddenly, and his tone was calm and calm, no longer the weakness of these days, was shocked, and hurriedly looked down, the last empress's name in the imperial edict suddenly ran into her eyes:

Feng Fuyao!

She was dark in front of her eyes and swayed, her vision seemed to flash across countless phantoms suddenly, colorful blurred and weeping, shooting sharp teeth from all directions and slamming at her, she was dizzy in a moment. Splashes of effort.

"Feng Fuyao...who is Feng Fuyao!"

"Your sister." Feng Xuan sat up quietly, dressed, cross-legged, combing his messy hair with his fingers. At this moment, he was no longer the decaying old man controlled by others, he was quiet and noble. With a graceful smile, although the complexion is still not good, the emperor's demeanor is restored in an instant.

On the top of the main hall, Meng Fuyao never came down, watching him sneer, and he didn't seem to be surprised by his ups and downs.

Feng Xuan raised his head, smiled at her, beckoned very kindly, and said: "Fuyao, my daughter, come, let me see you."

Meng Fuyao sneered, ignored, and looked up at the top of the temple, thinking that the strange animal was 10,000 times better than the old man in front of him.

Feng Jingfan stepped back several steps, hitting the ottoman with a bang. He didn't seem to feel any pain, and his face was white and hissed: "Who...who? Sister? Where is my sister... …" She suddenly turned her head and stared at Meng Fuyao's eyes, her eyes were deep in the ocean, and like countless flags turning over in the wind of truth, those flags floated past, turning away the submerged memory, with a sigh, Suddenly opened the scene fourteen years ago.

Fourteen years ago, the little girl who stared at her silently from the cabinet suddenly jumped out, and her stubborn, sharp adult eyes gradually overlapped with the sneer woman on the top of the hall.

"It's you...It's you!"

Feng Jingfan will finally be severely knocked down this time, and the last obsession is shattered in an instant. The enemy turned out to be the old enemy 14 years ago, and the emperor father passed her the throne!

"Why! Why!" She suddenly turned around and screamed at Feng Xuan.

"You lose, it's that simple." Feng Xuan still smiled at her kindly, "I want to choose the queen, not the daughter."

"Do you hate my mother-in-law and master for imprisoning you and forcing you?" Feng Jingfan watched him and murmured in disbelief, "But father, you originally promised to pass it to me, we too I didn't do anything to you, you hurt me like this...you hurt me like this..."

"What did I harm you?" Feng Xuan looked at her calmly, "Jing Fan, I didn't mind your act of holding the emperor to make the princes. You can do this. I am really satisfied. In fact, until just now ," He pointed to the imperial decree that had just filled in the name and the ink was still wet, "If you can drive Fuyao away, the name on this is still yours."

"You..."

"I said, I want to choose the emperor. The truly powerful emperor who can sit firmly on the throne of Xuanji." Feng Xuan lowered his eyes, and calmly and cherished stroking the edict, "My body is not in my old age. Jia is tired of the government, and Xuanji’s accumulated evils are deep. The princes and princes are busy fighting for the throne and neglect the government. Xuanji's national strength is not as good as the day. In this case, if the newly ascended emperor is not strong enough, he cannot have enough power to clear it. When political opponents clarify politics, Xuanji will be caught in an endless battle for imperial power. Sooner or later, the country will be subjugated under the newly-rising Great Han or the infinite iron hoof. This is the family of the Feng family. How can the clan Chenghu cut off my hand? Therefore, this throne can only be occupied by those who can."

"So you delegate power to your children, so you spread the news to make the queen while indulging the children to compete in the three realms of Xuanji? So you give them almost evenly matched power, let them fight each other on a fair battlefield until the final decision Winner, don't care about life and death?" Feng Jingfan shivered more and more, and his voice became colder as he said, "That's not a group of predatory beasts, they are all... that are all your children!"

Feng Xuan was silent, and a long time later quietly said: "I also came here."

Take the throne as bait to lure children to kill each other, who is the last winner, who is the king, is like raising gu in a clay pot, or training wolves in the wild, in the **** battle, standing on the cliff. The one who screams at the peak of the moon must be the fiercest, most ruthless, and most able to control the beast!

As for human life and family affection, compared with the survival of a country, in Feng Xuan's heart, mustard ears!

This is the Imperial Power Field, this is the Emperor's House!

There is really no sound in the hall at this moment, everyone is frozen by this father-daughter conversation, although it is a spring night, like sitting in a cold winter.

Even though Meng Fuyao sitting on the roof of the temple had already guessed Feng Xuan’s plan, she still couldn’t help being calm at the moment, and her hair was standing upright. She stroked Xu Wan’s bones on her back with coldness, as if she wanted to follow The only mother among her relatives who had given her warmth, found something to warm her.

"Okay...Okay...Okay!!!" After a deadly silence, a woman's crazy and sharp laugh suddenly broke out. Feng Jingfan trembled with a smile, her hair was scattered, and her face was full of tears. He laughed sarcastically, "Okay! My good daddy! It's ridiculous that I used to look down on you, thinking that I had been controlling you, and I despised your cowardice and incompetence with my mother! I feel that you are not worthy of being my father... I am wrong! You Match! You really match! You match!"

"Jing Fan," Feng Xuan said lightly, "It has never been easy to be a son and daughter of my Xuanji royal family. Xuanji is the only dynasty that has never had a prince. Why is that? Haven't you thought about it?"

Feng Jingfan was infatuated for a long while, pressing close to the side of the couch and barely supporting his body, and said in a low voice: "I have thought...but it's really my turn, I still...unexpected..."

"So you are not as good as Fuyao." Feng Xuan, like when he taught his daughter how to govern the country and checks and balances, is still kind and patient, as if these lessons Feng Jingfan still needs to be used. Fuyao has a keen sense of politics. She has experienced the chaos of the four countries and is good at political struggles. She is really a very good ruler. In other words, her bystanders are clear. My mind is hard to guess by your side, but she seems to be very early. I will know."

"I just want to know, how do you know that she is that bastard?" Feng Jingfan didn't look at anyone, only stared at Feng Xuan, with a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't say that to your sister." Feng Xuan said softly, "Don't underestimate your father, your sister is better than you, she has never underestimated me."

Meng Fuyao sneered on the top of the hall and said: "That's because I know the abnormality of the Xuanji royal family. Also, I warn you, if you say one more thing about your sister, I will knock off your teeth."

"I knew that I had a daughter who was living outside." Feng Xuan didn't seem to feel Meng Fuyao's murderous aura, but patiently explained to Feng Jingfan, "I know that she was missing when she was five, and King Dahan Meng When I rose up, I also studied her experience and found that she was a person with no background at all. No one knew about her life before the age of five. Somehow, I thought about my missing daughter and the origin of this age. Is King Meng who fits very well alone? For this conjecture, I sent a lot of people to appear beside King Meng in a variety of innocent identities. You don’t have to do anything, as long as you get her appearance, of course. This is very difficult. My baby girl hardly uses her real face, but no matter how long she wears the mask, she will eventually take it off. One or two times will be enough. Bring the portrait back and find the old man in the palace. Acknowledge, I will remember it again and it will be done."

Meng Fuyao snorted coldly, trying to remember when she took off her mask and who she had been seen before. However, in the past few years, where did she remember when and where she took off the mask? And when you take off the mask, maybe there is just a woman selling flowers nearby, maybe an old man delivering food, maybe she is the most unsuspecting child, who knows who will record her appearance? She wears a mask just for convenience. She has never really thought about what is the key to her appearance. The other party thinks she has a mental arithmetic and is unintentional. How can she defend it?

"Fuyao, my daughter." Underneath Feng Xuan ignored Feng Jingfan, raised his head again, smiled lovingly at her, opened his arms and said, "Come, let Father take a good look at you."

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Wish you a happy Mid-Autumn Festival and family reunion in advance.