The queen smiled a little miserable, and her beautiful eyes looked at her daughter Princess Li Luo, with her tone almost contemptuous.
"I really have to doubt now whether you are the saint of Zhenwu? Or where your mother picked up a wild child that I have been supporting for so many years and wasted my thoughts."
"I am the Saint of Zhenwu, how could I be wrong?"
Princess Li Luo's eyes were bloodshot and red. This old man was pretending to be young. What was she talking nonsense? She was Yue Niang's child. The Queen knew more than anyone else. She dared to say nonsense now.
?
From childhood to adulthood, Princess Li Luo knew that her identity was extraordinary. She was the Zhenwu Saint who was admired by everyone. She lived in the halo of holy and was proud of it. Now someone suddenly doubted her identity and said that she might not be the Zhenwu Saint.
Female, how can she bear it?
But even though his eyes were bloodshot, Princess Li Luo still held her gracefully, holding back her anger, and said softly.
"My mother, have you not taken medicine on time? You are confused now?"
"I hope I'm confused."
The queen's eyes were still questioning. She leaned closer to Princess Li Luo step by step and whispered: "Your mother has been a little manic and uneasy these days. I wonder if she knows something? Maybe she was hugging her from Fengjiazhuang.
It's a misunderstanding."
"No, I am the Saint of Zhenwu, and my mother cannot talk nonsense."
Princess Li Luo's face finally became dark. The Queen's words made her feel a little ignorant. Could it be a misunderstanding? No, it could be a misunderstanding.
"I'm just guessing, you know I hope this is not wrong than anyone else. After all, I've spent too much effort on you, but I'll understand this, after all, the fake can't be real."
After the arrogant voice, the queen put her hand on the arm of a palace maid, twisted her waist, dragged her luxurious brocade robe and walked out of Meiyunzhai.
On the red carpet, Princess Li Luo stood there blankly, and the little palace maid squatted carefully on the ground and picked up fragments of the jade cup.
When it was almost Chen, the sun broke through the edge of the world and ascended, and the light poured in from the east window. Through the hollow carved window lattice, it sifted into the ground with mottled yellow and gray-black textures. Feng Zhilou agreed to the white egret.
, he would not follow Bai Shengsha to enter the holy land, and Bai Er left with peace of mind.
Feng Zhilou rested in Wuyang Hall for a while, and a little palace maid hurriedly came to report.
"Miss Fengqi, the black and white holy evil spirit of the holy land is waiting outside the palace gate, so that the lady can wash and dress up and go to the holy land."
"I see."
Feng Zhilou ordered the palace maid to go down first, then turned around, and inadvertently the ring on his ring finger, the war robe, the war boots, and the war god's feather crown were all inside. The so-called costume was to wear these clothes to enter the holy land.
But she is going to give up this right.
Feng Zhilou took a deep breath, knowing that all this was caused by the God of War Feather Crown. It seemed that it was not safe to put it in the ring. She had to find a way to find a place to hide it, or simply throw it away.
But now, she had to calm down the disaster, tidied up her clothes, calmed her mind, and Feng Zhilou walked out of Wuyang Palace in the face of the sun.
Outside the hall, the entire Wujing officials were dressed in neat official uniforms, lined up on both sides. In the wide square, the imperial guards held high the horns. After a shout, the horns were heard and music spread everywhere, sending Wujing's war god into the
The ceremony of the holy land officially began, and the black and white holy evil spirits were waiting outside, and there was a colorful sedan chair beside them.
The prince feast stood on the red steps. When he saw Feng Zhilou walking out, he took the lead in meeting him.
Prince Yan looked solemn, as if full of thoughts. She knew that the God of War could stay in the holy land or leave at will. However, many warriors wanted to become messengers of the holy land and would no longer return to Wujing. He was very afraid of the wonders of the holy land, so he let the
Zhilou lingers and plans to live in the holy place for a long time.
Prince Yan sighed slightly and raised his eyes, but just a glance, he was stunned. Feng Zhilou, who walked out of Wuyang Palace, actually came out wearing a plain Luo skirt. Where is the Shenwu battle robe? Battle boots
What about? And the magical God of War Crown?
It was not until Zhilou walked in front of him that Prince Yan came to his senses.
"Don't forget our agreement. In three days, I will go to Fengjiazhuang with you." Although the prince did not say it clearly, he was reminding Zhilou that he was waiting for her to come back in Wujing Imperial City.
"It won't take three days later. When I say goodbye to Mr. Chu, I can leave to Fengjiazhuang tomorrow. I just don't know if the prince has enough time. If it is inconvenient, Zhilou can wait in Wujing for a few days."
Feng Zhilou said respectfully.
These words made Prince Yan a little suspicious, and he didn't understand what Feng Zhilou meant? Aren't she going to the holy land immediately?
"Miss Feng Qi, it takes three days to go to the holy land, no matter how fast it is." The prince's feast reminded Feng Zhilou, and it seemed too late to go.
Feng Zhilou shook his head and whispered.
"Sacred Land, Zhilou decided not to go."
"Don't go to the Holy Land?"
The prince lost his voice. Although this shock quickly calmed down, there was still deep doubt and confusion in his eyes.
Feng Zhilou did not explain too much. She straightened her chest, walked down the steps with great strides, walked straight to the black and white holy evil spirit, and said with a bow.
"As a true qi warrior, Zhilou is very honored to be invited by the holy land, but yesterday he heard that his family was anxious and asked Zhilou to return it quickly. Zhilou could only give up the trip to the holy land and return to Fengjiazhuang as soon as possible. This decision is also true.
Helpless, I hope you both forgive me.”
This sentence caused quite a lot of riots, and the ministers standing around were talking about it. Why did Miss Fengqi give up this opportunity and give up the possibility of becoming a messenger of the Holy Land? Does she know what this kind of giving up means?
?
"You actually gave up going to the Holy Land?"
Bai Shengsha was very surprised, his eyes widened. How could a warrior give up such a great opportunity? Besides, Feng Zhilou has a special identity, and the phoenix crown is added to attract hundreds of phoenixes to the sound of each other. She is definitely not an ordinary woman. She is here to go to the holy land.
, only benefits, no harm, maybe... will change her life's destiny.
"Miss Fengqi, if I gave up just now, Bai Shengsha and I pretended that we didn't hear it. The young master has ordered you to wear a phoenix crown and enter the holy land. Should you understand what this means? If I were you, it would never be easy
Say such words." Hei Shengsha reminded Feng Zhilou in a very low voice, and he hoped Feng Zhilou would reconsider it.
"Thank you for your kindness, but Zhilou has made up his mind and will not go to the holy land. Please go back."
Feng Zhilou reiterated her decision again. After speaking, the entire imperial city became quiet. His eyes were staring at her, not knowing whether to admire or regret.