Chapter 387 National Enmity and Family Enmity (Part 1)
Feng Junqing looked into the distance and heard Cao Xiwan's strange voice. He gritted his teeth secretly:
Careless! Did she discover his plan?
Marquis Nankang's eyes were cold. He and Cao Xiwan shook hands and made peace. This was the moment they had been waiting for.
"You and I are not only a national enemy, but also a family enemy!"
Feng Junqing's big sleeves flew up, he took off the dragon's harp from his back and shoulder, jumped up and sat cross-legged on top of the martial arts monument.
With a wave of his hand, all the strings were loosened.
This piano was actually played by Feng Junqing.
Not only were the puppets in disarray, but several of the old prisoners who were knocking on the golden hammer retreated at the same time, with painful expressions on their faces.
"This Long Xuqin is indeed a famous instrument in the world." Luo Shengji was so happy when she saw the hunting spirit that she hid in the shadow of the black pine trees and disappeared.
"Child." She suddenly appeared near the little grandson.
The little grandson was protected by the confidants of the East Palace and stood far away. Shen Yan and several old prisoners suddenly saw Luo Shengji and felt like they were facing a formidable enemy. If they had not seen her standing next to Su Jintian, they would never have let her speak. .
"Kid, your flute originally belonged to me."
"Bold! You-"
The little grandson waved his hand and the old prisoner could only shut up. His Highness believed it and hesitated: "Is it yours? Do you want it? I can buy it."
"You can lend it to me, and I will return it to you after I grab the dragon's harp."
"Are you a monster too?" Taisun looked at the girlish face gradually revealed by Songying in surprise. Her body could not be seen.
"..." Luo Shengji was furious and glared at him, "Forget it if you don't want to borrow it!" and disappeared in a blink of an eye.
"...Why is she angry?" The little grandson looked back at the old prisoner, "I didn't say I wouldn't borrow it." He felt aggrieved, "Yao Aiqing likes it when people call her a monster."
Shen Qianhu couldn't help but laugh. That was abnormal for the Qingluo female ghost. She would say she was not a monster while smiling proudly.
Even His Highness Taisun saw it.
"That's a good question, Your Highness." Shen Qianhu whispered to the little grandson, "This Biying Puppet Formation has been famous for a long time but has never been seen before. It should be Qingluo, Biying and the twelve puppets joining forces."
Shen Yan has a keen eye, and this great formation is clearly led by the strange voice of the Qingluo female ghost, and the twelve disciples of the Biying Palace are at the center of the movement, and together they can drive the puppet formation.
Now, Su Jintian hasn't moved yet. He must also be part of the formation.
"Amazing……"
The little grandson watched from a distance, and it seemed that a female demon figure was really floating on the top of the pine forest in the distance.
The singing was intermittent, but the little grandson saw with his own eyes that the first giant door of Taizu's imperial mausoleum was shaking and seemed to be opening.
The little grandson was stunned, and the old prisoner was also shocked.
Even Shen Yan wondered, could it really be a witchcraft?
Several old prison guards were well-informed, and after discussing it, they whispered: "Your Highness, it is not a witchcraft. It should be the mausoleum mechanism of the altar. There are mechanisms on the mausoleum road. Many puppets need to step on the mechanism on the mausoleum road at the same time to trigger it. The gate of the imperial mausoleum."
"Is this so?" he exclaimed.
Is this the rumored mechanism technique of Eunuch Winter?
There was a sound of gold and stone shattering, and a golden sword in the hands of the old prisoner in front was actually attacked by the sound of the piano and shattered.
The puppets on the path to the altar and mausoleum suddenly became chaotic, and the stone gate of the imperial mausoleum fell silent again.
Marquis Nankang was furious and drew his sword.
There are monuments of martial arts, stone statues of heroes, stone horses, lions and tigers everywhere in the altar.
It's a mess.
Feng Junqing was laughing, playing the piano with both hands and saying, "My sister Shuluan doesn't know that she is an orphan girl rescued from our religion. I made up her life experience after the royal family of Semu, so that General Lou thought she was Duke Liang. He adopted her daughter and raised her up. Later, she passed on rumors and was recognized by Duke Liang."
"Damn it!" Marquis Nankang was shocked and trembling with anger, "What on earth do you want to do?"
"Let you taste the hatred I felt when my throat was sealed with a sword!" Feng Junqing laughed loudly, his laughter matching the sound of the piano, and he chased the Marquis of Nankang.
But Nankang Marquis also had a few jade bells on his waist, which rang silently. He was not afraid of the sound of the dragon's beard.
Liu Ruhai could tell at a glance that it should be a magic weapon from Yuanguang Temple, and it came from the same source as the eighteen pairs of jade gongs.
Liu Ruhai, sneaking closer at this time, was hearing the conversation between the two men.
He quickly understood the point.
Feng Junqing was a precocious man. When he was young, he founded the Tianjiang sect of prodigies descending to the earth. He must have used die-hard men in his sect to place the young Lou Shuluan into the home of General Lou, a confidant of Duke Liang.
He did this only for himself.
To pave the way for him to recognize his father in the future. To find out more about Duke Liang.
"Are you really the son of Duke Liang?"
"...Hmph, it's true! Song Chengming, it's you who are too greedy! His Majesty Huiwen is mediocre, uses relatives of the country, relies on honorable old ministers, and follows orthodox etiquette in everything. It's you who regretted your relationship with Cao Xiwan
Promise, because His Majesty advises you to get married and take a wife!" Nan Twelve laughed heartily.
Marquis Nankang's martial arts had indeed improved. He jumped on the stone statue of the hero in front of the imperial mausoleum, stared at Nan Twelve, and expressed his long-standing doubts: "My late wife and I often exchanged letters. She gave them to me.
I like to keep several singers in my outer house. But she doesn’t seem to know about them? She still thinks that I have been guarding her body and there is no one else around me except Xiao Wan? "
"It was me who exchanged your letters. She always mistakenly thought that you didn't touch those singers at all. She didn't know that it was Cao Xiwan who kept an eye on you from time to time, so you gave up on having a foreign residence."
Marquis Nankang's face looked extremely different.
"Do you think she has a deep affection for you and is not as fussy as Cao Xiwan? Do you think Shuluan is more elegant and elegant?"
He threw his head back and laughed, playing the piano with both hands. The sound of the piano was like the wind and waves, "Now I am not afraid to tell you the truth. Even Shuluan urges you to go."
Those few sentences in the letter asking for marriage were also added by me. I had people write them on my behalf. I expected that you would burn the letters. You kept hesitating until the new emperor ascended the throne. You knew that Cao Xi was ill late in life.
Zhong, you decided to propose marriage immediately."
Feng Junqing raised his head and laughed, "Once Shuluan gets married, he will naturally tolerate everything and not argue with you. Cao Xiwan will not be like this. I knew Emperor Huiwen's temperament long before Taizu was alive. In order to please him, sooner or later you will think
Marry a wife and have children, so as not to violate orthodox ethics and make His Majesty displeased. Do you know what Cao Xiwan said?"
"she knows?"
"I know! I told her that sooner or later you will betray her and marry Shuluan. But she said, there's nothing that can stop her, just poison him. She has never believed you! But she is too loyal to you...
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"Hateful!" Marquis Nankang stabbed him with his sword.
Nan Twelve sneered and hovered in the air, the sound of the piano in his hand continued.
As the two passed by, Feng Junqing chuckled and said, "When you stopped me from asking Cao Xiwan to elope together, you thought I didn't know!?"
Originally, he wanted to give up his status in the Duke of Liang's palace, leave everything behind, and leave with her.
"You broke up her and Su Jintian, and then stopped me. What do you think will happen to you?"
Feng Junqing slapped Song Chengming on the chest.
But he was equally distracted.
A dark green shadow flew to Feng Junqing's side, his fingers formed into claws, and he grabbed the Dragon Xuqin.
With a bang, the sound of the piano shook Luo Shengji away. She screamed, like fallen leaves falling.
Nan Twelve stood on the top of the mausoleum with his qin in his arms. A flash of blue flashed across his face.
Cao Xiwan's singing seemed to be still a mile or two away, but her people gradually sneaked closer to the imperial mausoleum.