"you……".

Elder Dong glanced at Elder Nan who was standing up in anger. After coughing lightly, the old but thick voice slowly sounded.

"My third brother sat down. How old are they still calculating with those ignorant juniors. It turns out that the young master had already arrived in Haocheng. The reason for the matter was not clear. If there was any offense, Mr. Li and Your Highness would take more responsibility."

Gong Hanting sneered and shook his fan and spoke: "The two elders are so dedicated. Hanting really admires the efforts of his father's instructions."

Feng Chenyao had a decent smile on his face and looked at the two elders: "Where is my relationship with Han Ting? I won't really take it to my heart."

Looking around the world, I saw that everything I could was broken walls and scorched earth. The magnificent and solemn Qijiazhuang no longer existed. The tragic situation of corpses everywhere made the viewer feel like he was in a scene like a purgatory on earth at that time.

"Han Yuting, he is such a bastard, so crazy." The young and elegant man wearing a green long gown and holding a folding fan changed his previous image and cursed angrily.

"Hmph, if it weren't for that person's acquiescence, Han Yuting would have some concerns about this matter." The rust-red clothes on the man with a rough face should have a strange feeling, but they made him wear the heroic spirit of a hero in the world. "Our elegant military advisor Chihua said swearing in a rare case in a century. Instead of showing off his verbally, it would be better to find that person and Han Yuting to avenge Qijiazhuang."

"You have the ability, aren't you known as the cold blade sealing throat in the world? You're just talking about it here." Chihua said contemptuously after hearing this.

"Hmph, that's better than you, a young white-faced person who can't stand shoulders."

"Qinghe, Chihua, do you think, are there really no one to survive?" The two people quarreling heard that their highness had lost their usual calmness and nobility. For the first time, they were filled with deep worries and confusion. They immediately looked at the handsome purple back with worried eyes, "Your Highness, don't worry, Qijiazhuang has a century-old foundation after all, and no one to survive in the world is probably a rumor."

"She is so smart, and with her parents who love her, her brother will protect her! Yes! She must be fine." Her slender fingers turned white and she held the butterfly hairpin hard. After a while, a trace of blood was flowing down from her fingers, but he didn't care about it. He just looked at the tragic situation in front of him and murmured to himself, "Yun'er, you will be fine."

"Qinghe, Chihua, you can take people to the forbidden area of ​​Qijiazhuang to see if there is anything you can see. Go quickly!" As if thinking of something, your eyes lit up and shouted loudly at your two left and right arms, "Forget it, I will go in person."

The trees were lush and the sound of birds singing, the scene in front of me gradually overlapped with the scene in Feng Chenyao's childhood memory. He closed his eyes and gently stroked the butterfly hairpin with his hands. He seemed to remember the glutinous and worried voice in his ears, "Little brother, how could you run to the forbidden area of ​​Qijiazhuang? Oh! Your legs are bleeding, don't hurt or be afraid, Yun'er will give you candy."

I remember that I was only twelve or thirteen years old at that time. It is said that the descendants of the Tian family were more mature than those of ordinary children of the same age, and Feng Chenyao was no exception to that age. That year, the third princes in the court had a dispute over the political parties between the two parties of the emperor. The third prince was ambitious and was bewitched by his subordinates and assassinated the prince many times. As a last resort, Feng Chenyao was sent to his grandfather's Zhijiao Fuyan Taoist by the emperor and the empress. On the one hand, in order to cover up his eyes and to let him learn his skills, he could finally have the power of the world.

"Not afraid, if you don't wake up, Yun'er will be ready to let the little brother eat another one. My parents will protect me and I won't use it."

"Why is this?" Feng Chenyao looked at her with a complicated expression after hearing this.

Qi Ruoyun looked at Feng Chenyao seriously for a while and said happily: "Oh, it should be because you are good-looking! Yes, it's better than my brother."

At that time, he was young, and he didn't know that it was a feeling of rooting in his heart at a glance, called love, but simply thought that he was trying to repay kindness.

It was not until ten years later, when he now had his own power and an unshakable position that after hearing what Qijiazhuang encountered, he felt like a knife was cut inside. It was only because of his gratitude and gratitude that he gradually took root, but also because of the word "love" that had been affectionate for ten years.

Finally, Taoist Fu Yan found Feng Chenyao and said goodbye to Qi Ruoyun under his prayer. When he parted, he gave Qi Ruoyun an orchid jade pendant on his body and carved the word Qi on it. Qi Ruoyun gave the butterfly hairpin on his head as a return gift to Feng Chenyao.

The morning mist was covered with mountain streams, and the courtyard surrounded by bamboo was covered with shade. The dewdrops over night were scattered with a faint bamboo fragrance. The courtyard paved with bluestones, an old man with silver head was holding his arms and taking a nap. His pet quietly accompanied his master on the stone bench next to him like human nature. The winding path outside the courtyard door extended to the distant mountain stream that was beyond the sight. The shallow bamboo fragrance came to his nose. Qi Ruoyun pushed the door out. His injuries were not healed. She leaned against the door frame with perseverance, looking at the scene in front of her with pale face. She was infected by the indifferent and peaceful atmosphere of the old man facing her. She slowly closed her eyes, and the blood-colored scene that was played over and over in her mind gradually stopped restless.

/>"Since I woke up, I took care of my injuries and left. There was no bloody person left in the Youming River." Grandma Posa opened her eyes when she heard the sound of the door behind her, stood up and gently patted the dust that did not exist on her clothes, and hugged the little fox next to her in her arms."

Looking at the back of the grandmother who was full of silver and full of energy, Qi Ruoyun felt an impulse in her heart to ask her to be a teacher ethics. Her brain and mouth were thinking at the same time, and her weak words blurted out. Senior, I am already a homeless person, so I ask Senior to accept me as my disciple."

The figure who was about to leave was slightly paused and did not stop, but the old voice sounded in the air: "Old man is already a person who stepped into the coffin with one foot, and has no ability. If you really want to learn the skills, it is better to recover your wounds as soon as possible and go out to find a master who is suitable for you."

"If Grandma Posa has no ability, then there are still a few people in the world who dare to regard themselves as powerful and powerful. I will not give up." Looking at the back gradually leaving, she covered her painful chest with her hands and shouted loudly. Suddenly, she felt that the clothes under her feet were being pulled by something. She lowered her head and saw that it was a little fox with blue fur and red color, Puff, why not follow up." Hearing this voice, the little fox was reluctant to look at her and ran towards her master.

In the Kyoto Palace

The Qinzheng Hall was shrouded in a suffocating atmosphere of oppression. Chen Huang Feng Lintian, who was sitting on the dragon chaise in the hall, looked coldly at Han Yuting, who was standing in the middle of the hall wearing court uniforms and calm and composed. Cao Quan, who was standing next to the emperor, looked at the attitude of the superior at this time, and secretly winked at Han Yuting when the emperor was not paying attention.

"Qijiazhuang is now destroyed, but Qingxuan Order still has no whereabouts. Han Aiqing, how should you explain to me at this time?" Out of the urgency of Qingxuan Order, Feng Lintian took the lead in speaking: "Hmph, it seems that Han Cheng didn't care much about Concubine Yao. Cao Quan, I heard that the Washing Clothes Bureau has not had enough manpower in the past two days."

"Your Majesty, I'm a lie..." Cao Quan was shocked when he heard Feng Lintian's words, and leaned down and spoke.

"Haha, the emperor is too anxious. Now it's only a few days. Qingxuan Order has been very involved. It is also something that the owner of Qijiazhuang has to protect from the time when Taizu gave it to him." Han Yuting narrowed his peach blossom eyes, and a perfect smile on his slightly feminine face. He didn't know where to look. He paused slightly and said, "Since I can destroy Qijiazhuang because of Qingxuan Order, no matter where this token is now, even if I destroy a Qijiazhuang, I will find it for the emperor. At that time, I hope the emperor will not break his promise."

Hearing this, Feng Lintian's eagle looked at Han Yuting like a sharp arrow for a while, as if he was confirming the truth of this statement from his expression, "Everything has its own limits, and it cannot be indefinitely. Since this is the case, it will take three months. Three months later, I hope Han Aiqing will not let me down."

"Your Highness, the emperor is not convenient to see people now." The guards' slightly anxious and submissive voices came from outside the closed door.

After a while, the sound of the weapon falling down mixed with an angry monosyllable "roll" fell down, and the closed door was kicked open. The eyes of the three people in the hall were wearing bright yellow cloud brocade clothes, with a warm dragon jade hanging on the waist, and a jade crown on the head looking at the palace with an angry face, and the guards who fell to the ground outside the door with a painful look on their faces. The man was Feng Chenyao, the prince who had never returned to the palace for three years.

"I hope my father will give my son an explanation about the matter of the Qi family. "Although the way to push the door is very rude, the amount of etiquette that should be found is not lacking. He walked into the hall slowly, saluted the emperor and said indifferently: "Prime Minister Han is here too. Since that's the case, I'll ask Prime Minister Han to give me a reason for why the Qi family was destroyed."

"Chen Yao, you, you are back! I haven't seen you for three years, and you look more handsome. Let your father take a good look at you." Emperor Chen didn't care about the rude prince, but looked at the son who was perfect in his heart with an excited look: "Your mother will talk to you for a long time during the holidays, and you will go and see your mother later."

"Father, please give me an explanation to my son, why did Qijiazhuang be destroyed?"

"Your Highness, old slave..."

"Emperor, since the prince is back, I will take his leave first." Han Yuting said that, and turned around and walked out, "Your Highness, the answer to what you want to know, you might as well wait until you have time and sit in Yan Sitang for a while. I will tell you everything at that time."
Chapter completed!