Canghuan Seven Palaces

She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes a little, the morning sun in the east was a bit dazzling.

On the face, there is a thin breeze, warm and comfortable.

On the official road, the simple carriage drove forward rapidly.

Three years to walk all over the rivers and mountains

The horse is silent and the sky is dark

Traveler wandering the bluestone road

Three years have passed, and the years have passed

Fireworks are here, laughter is going

On the banks of the Ten Mile River, Bingying has a foothold

In the imperial city of Canghuan Kingdom, Lianjing City, a ten-mile long river passes through the city.On both sides, there are many pavilions and bright lights; on the river, there are many painted boats and laughter.

In the night, two black figures stood quietly by the river, looking into the distance.

"Is this the world-famous ten-mile long river?" Feng Qing muttered, looking at the extravagant scene in front of her, she couldn't help but think of the Qinhuai River in Jinling, China in ancient times.

At that time, there was a saying "Business women don't know the hatred of subjugation, and they still sing flowers across the river", and now Canghuan is like another short-lived ancient capital Jinling City.

No longer thinking about it, Feng Qing turned her head to look at Feng Lan, and asked: "Which painting boat is it that Kui passed on?"

"Back to the master, it's the painting boat of Qihonglou." Feng Lan said softly, pointing to the flag fluttering on the painting boat.

"Oh." Feng Qing nodded thoughtfully, then waved her hand, "Let's go."

Time flies, another three years.In the past three years, Feng Qing took Feng Lan to travel all over the territory of the Three Kingdoms; in the first two years, according to his deployment, all the thirteen palaces of Canghuan established his power: to collect talents and intelligence, and the shadow of assassination. Set up Dongyinglou, a firm built for the accumulation of wealth.In two years, he traveled through the thirteen prefectures one by one, instructing and supervising the training of the shadows, and instructing the operation of his firms; Understand the national strength of the two countries from a macro perspective.

Feng Qing has to admit that Hongcheng is the strongest now, which is incomparable to the current Canghuan Kingdom. If the reigning emperor is not old and weak and does not think about hegemony, Canghuan will definitely have foreign troubles; Huan is rich, but the politics is very clear, and the people all support it. The emperor is just a young son of heaven. According to his information, his ambition is not small.But at present, the overall situation is still stable, and the three countries contain each other, so Guangyu dare not act for a while.

"Here we are, master." Feng Qing interrupted her thoughts by Feng Lan, and when Feng Qing raised her eyes, the signboard of the beautiful red building came into view, and the painted boat swayed gently on the water.

The sound insulation effect of the painting boat is very good. Inside the boat, there is only the sound of breathing.

After looking at each other for a moment, Feng Qing, who was Si Cangqing from now on, bowed slowly, and called lightly: "My son, Si Cangqing, I have seen my father."

Never caring about Si Cangqing's disobedience to the courtesies of a monarch and his ministers, Si Cangjuetian's face was serious, but he couldn't hide the excitement in his eyes. Hearing Si Cangqing's words, he hurriedly said: "Don't be too polite, you and I are father and son."

He sighed in his heart, this wonderful feeling, is it the relationship between father and son connected by blood?Si Cang Juetian looked at this tall and thin young man. From his delicate face, he could see the demeanor of Concubine Hui back then. The long and narrow eyes were cold and deep, and a teardrop mole under his left eye softened the originally indifferent face. .

For a moment, Si Cang Juetian didn't know how to speak.

In the court hall, the cold, strong, decisive and ruthless emperor is just an ordinary father at this moment, and even a father who has been separated from his parents and children for more than ten years.Feeling really guilty in his heart, Si Cang Juetian said slowly after a while: "How are you doing, Huanger, all these years?"

"En." Si Cangqing responded softly, looking into the other person's eyes, he could see the excitement in his eyes.Compared to Si Cang Juetian, he doesn't have much feeling, after all, his soul has his own experiences and memories.However, he does not reject the emperor in front of him, the father of this world.

As an emperor, this man has enough intelligence and strength for him to appreciate; as a father, although this man has the same appearance as his previous father, Feng Aozhu, he is completely different. He can feel that this man has a deep feeling for him. His emotions are derived from the feeling of licking the calf connected by flesh and blood, which makes him feel even more fond of him.

Never thought that Si Cangqing would be so indifferent, Si Cang Juetian was stunned for a moment, sizing up the child carefully, he felt a sense of sympathy in the end, I am afraid that what Feng Wufei said was very true, the child was not supported by his parents because of his lack of support. Caring and taking care of her now formed such a deserted temperament.

"Huang'er, your name is Qing?" Si Cang Juetian found a topic, and said with a faint smile, "I'll call you Qing'er! But, why did your master name you Qing?"

"Qing" refers to the meaning of Prime Minister Qing. As the future emperor of Canghuan Kingdom, it seems somewhat inappropriate to choose this name.

"This Qing is not what you mean." Although he didn't quite understand why the other party changed the topic to his own name, Si Cangqing just had questions and answers. I mean."

It's just that the green ring always jokes, it's just an excuse from the master.She felt that the master named him Qing purely because of the convenience of the tongue.Si Cangqing doesn't feel much about her own name, whether it's Fengqing or Si Cangqing, it's just a title.It is useless to pin your hopes on these unreal things.

"So that's it," Si Cang Juetian said with a smile on his slightly pale face, "Feng Wufei really deserves the name of Penglai Immortal."

Nodding slightly, Feng Qing was noncommittal, waiting for the other party's follow-up words.

Seeing the other party's serious face despite being cold, Si Cang Juetian soon realized that this child was just cold by nature, not really rejecting him.Although the words are few, the attitude is really serious and sincere.

The father and son began to talk softly in this painting boat.

The atmosphere was no longer stagnant, and Si Cang Juetian, like a normal father, asked about Si Cangqing's growth from childhood to adulthood one by one.

Perhaps it was the memory of Feng Aozhu from the previous life, or it might be the admiration for the emperor, or even the blood relationship between this body and the other party. Although Si Cangqing said few words, she answered Si Cang Juetian's questions seriously.

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"Father, I don't know why you let your son come to the capital this time?"

After chatting for a long time, Si Cangqing finally asked.Back then, Si Cang Juetian and Feng Wufei agreed that he would return to the imperial city before the 16-year-old coming-of-age ceremony, but why did Si Cang Juetian want to see him now.

"It was originally agreed with your master that you would not be able to return until you were 16 years old." Si Cang Juetian looked warm and lightly smiled, "At that time, it was too dangerous to keep you by my side. Have you ever blamed me?"

"No." Si Cangqing shook his head slightly. After all, he is not really an ignorant child, but just a wandering soul with an adult mind.

Sighing in relief, Si Cang Juetian continued: "Back then I gave myself 16 years to eradicate the Qin clan; moreover, you also need to study and exercise. It's just..."

He never expected that this child is almost a genius, with meticulous thinking and practical talents, as well as independent thinking and courageous personality.He is almost a born emperor!

not to mention……

"My body is getting weaker and weaker," Si Cang Juetian smiled bitterly, "Then the Qin family has not been eradicated fundamentally. In the past few years, although you and I have not met, your achievements are enough to demonstrate your ability. I will have nothing to worry about if the sky is in your hands."

Silently looking at the emperor who just stood in front of him, his face was a little sickly pale, and there were faint silver streaks on his temples.These years, it can be seen that he has had a very difficult life.Originally gifted with intelligence and a tenacious character, but helplessly suffers from the Juexin Gu, a generation of emperors can only place their hopes on their youngest son.

How sad!

After contemplating for a moment, Si Cangqing asked softly, "Father, is your illness cured?"

"There is no cure." Si Cang Juetian said indifferently, and smiled nonchalantly, "I'm afraid it won't last for a few years, so I hope that the emperor can inherit the throne."

There is no need for Si Cang Juetian to say it himself, Si Cangqing actually knows in his heart that he has a very clear understanding of the emperor's health about the news of Shadow in the past few years.

"Father," Si Cangqing said calmly, "I will clean up the Qin family and push our national power to the peak, but..."

"I still need some time."

"how long?"

"Two years." Si Cangqing looked at the other party with deep eyes, "If I want to be the highest person in the world, I need stronger martial arts."

Although nowadays, if his martial arts were really to be compared, he would be at the top of the Jianghu.However, there must be stronger people out there. Although there is no peak in this martial art, since he knows that there is more to climb, how can he relax?

"Two years," Si Cang Juetian smiled lowly, "I'm also impatient, you are not yet 14 years old this year. Then, father, let's support it for a few more years!"

Looking at Si Cangqing kindly, Si Cang Juetian said softly: "As for martial arts, you don't have to force it. The emperor is not the first in martial arts."

"My son is clear." Si Cangqing responded, but he didn't allow himself to be weak.

"That's it!" Si Cang Juetian stood up and was about to leave, "Just like the promise back then, you will return to Beijing before the coming-of-age ceremony."

"Qing'er, take care!"

The door of the ship flapped slightly, the night breeze was cool, and the people had gone away.

Si Cangqing sat silently at the table, thinking about something with downcast eyes.

"Master, it's late at night." Feng Lan walked in and reminded softly, "You have to hurry tomorrow."

"Let's go!" Si Cangqing stood up abruptly, and led Feng Lan away from the boat.

On the riverside, there was still laughter and laughter.

Night Whispers by the Ten Mile River

Yeying people are against each other, and there is no blind date;

Although this feeling is still there, I hate the ancient times even more.

"Master, it's late at night, let's drive back in a car!"

A middle-aged man with an ordinary appearance but an unbelievable temperament walked leisurely at night.