Tonight, Xifeng Huang slept very uneasily. He was awakened by nightmares many times during the night and was covered in night sweats. This was the third time he woke up.
He sat up and was just about to give instructions to Imperial Physician Xuan when a servant came to report to him, "Your Majesty, the four kings have returned in triumph and have come to see you."
When Xifeng Huang was weak, he felt confused. He coughed lightly and asked, "What time is it now? How come he wants to see me at this time?"
The chamberlain was not able to answer, so he bent down and asked: "I'm going to ask the imperial doctor quickly. Your Majesty, would you like to invite the fourth prince to come into the bedroom? I should still stop him as before..."
"That's all." Xifeng Huang paused for a moment, then sighed slightly, "Just ask him to come in."
How long, it seemed like a long time, except for the fact that he was in coma when he was ill a few days ago, and he came to visit many times, the rest was so long that he couldn't even remember it, and he didn't talk seriously with the fourth prince.
.
The events of many years ago are long gone.
This child has a gentle and kind temperament, and has recently entered the top five in martial arts. Perhaps he cares too much about the crime of once being a good concubine, and he is too cold and harsh towards this child.
The fourth prince, Feng Xiyun, stepped into the main hall, went straight to the inner chamber, knelt on the ground, and saluted respectfully: "Father."
"Xiyun."
Emperor Xifeng called out, sat on the dragon couch, and waved, "Come here, sit down, and talk to your father."
Feng Xiyun stood up and raised her eyes to look at the dragon couch that she could never covet to get close to. She recalled the couches where the other princes had stayed, and recalled the preferential treatments they had received while laughing and acting coquettishly between their father's knees. Her figure was unconscious.
Shaking slightly, he walked forward and sat on the edge of the dragon couch, "My son, I am truly frightened."
"I'm not tired tonight, just play chess with your father."
Emperor Xifeng ordered the tea to be brewed, took a sip, and said kindly, "How about telling me, Father, your plan to defeat the barbarian tribe and return from the catastrophe?"
Feng Xiyun's eyes flashed in a hurry, lowered her head and said: "Yes, father, please listen to your ministers come one by one."
His face was slightly pale, and his expression tried his best to appear normal.
He spoke slowly and slowly. When he looked out the window at the heavy night, his hands under his robe could not help but clenched into tight fists——
If you waver at this time, you will have nothing.
Feng Xiyun, if you don't succeed, you will become a benevolent person.
You can't stop!
◆qian◇mo◆mo◆◆◇Original first release◇◆
Black Wind Village Head.
Zhong Ren led the Prime Minister's Mansion soldiers and horses to transport grain, grass and boxes of silver and stood across the lake in front of the mountain. A man in front of the team stepped forward and shouted loudly: "Where is the leader of Black Wind Village?"
The mountain circle was filled with echoes, and even the sound of water was so calm that there was no ripple.
"Heifeng Village, where is the leader? We don't mean any harm. I asked you to bring food, grass, and silver to replace someone, so why don't you come out to pick it up quickly?"
I shouted a few more times, but there was still only an echo, and everything was quiet.
The person shouting at the top felt strange and turned around to report to Zhong Ren: "Sir, no one is responding to this Black Wind Stronghold. The situation is strange. I'm just worried... but don't think there is a plan..."
Zhong Ren's face darkened, and he felt a little wary. He looked around, and suddenly saw a cold light flashing from the top. His face changed drastically, and he ordered loudly: "Retreat! Retreat to the capital immediately! Meet with General Cheng."
and!"
There is an ambush!
"Prime Minister Shen, why did you leave right after you came? This will show that our Heifeng Village does not treat guests well." A frivolous sound came from above. The source of the sound was not coming from the opposite side, but from the woods above!
"If you want to leave, you have to see if I agree!"
The man straightened up from the tree, spat out the grass root he was chewing at the corner of his lips, waved his hand and ordered, "Strike the bow and prepare!"
The people in the Prime Minister's Mansion panicked and looked up one after another——
They saw that they were surrounded by more than a dozen lush green trees, and the trees were all squatted with archers ready to draw their bows, and the person who took the lead in giving orders was the black man who was rumored to have weird and cunning behavior. The second head of Fengzhai is Jian Shaotang.
Zhong Ren asked without changing his expression: "I completely complied with the notice and asked to bring things to replace people, and I have no intention of attacking the stronghold. What do you mean?"
"You have no intention of attacking the stronghold, but we are determined to capture you!" Jian Shaotang sneered, "Old man, you have lived to this age and you can't even notice such a simple thing. How much oxygen resources have been wasted after living for so many years!"
Hearing this, Zhong Ren immediately understood, and a layer of anger arose on his face covered with ravines, "You are actually in the same group with that woman from the Li family! How dare she openly collude with the bandits and fight against the court!"
Jian Shaotang was too lazy to talk nonsense to him, so he ordered, "Cum! Let me follow this old thief and cum!"
For a moment, countless short arrows were shot down from the sky above. The prime minister's men and horses panicked and hid, raising their swords to block, using their shields to block, and some even got under the horses' bellies to hide...
The short arrow was completely coated with poison, and half of it seeped into the blood, causing him to fall into coma immediately and put him in danger.
At this moment, Zhongren Ren was surrounded by wind and martial arts. He raised his palms to form a protective barrier in front of his body and smiled coldly, "I should have noticed that you are the same kind of raccoons and treated them with their own methods." Capturing me is easy."
After saying that, he waved down a servant with a heavy palm, jumped off the horse, expanded the wind escape, smacked his legs together, galloped away, and left.
Jian Shaotang rubbed his nose, shrugged and sighed: "Is it a seventh-level Fengwu? It's a pity that when you meet the boss, you will definitely be done with it. Old guy, you have chosen a good direction."
Over there, someone has been wanting to beat him and has been waiting for him for a long time.
Zhong Ren galloped his horse, and when he saw that he was out of reach of the arrow and far away from Heifeng Village, and seemed to be in a safe zone, he slowed down and coldly snorted, "Conspirate with a group of bandits who are unlikely to accomplish anything big." , you want to capture me too, it’s ridiculous!”
He was about to put away the white wind escape, and when he looked forward, he stopped——
Sitting on the boulder in front of him was a tall man wearing black clothes and a cloak. He was half leaning on the stone wall, moved, and turned his head.
Zhong Ren couldn't see the man's face clearly, but he could feel the murderous intent emanating from his eyes through the thick cloak.
He frowned, touched the hidden weapon at his waist with his right hand, and made a dark guess at the corner of his mouth.
Regardless of whether he is a friend or an enemy, strike first to gain the upper hand.