Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

There is a stew pot on the table, just hot, still hot.

He sat deep in the courtyard, opened the cover, and a scent gradually drifted away.

"Would it be possible to stay in the mansion these days and study cooking skills?" Ji, who was lying on the open chair, stared at him and joked nonchalantly.

He put the lotus seed porridge in the stew pot into a jade bowl, took a spoon, and prepared a pair of ivory chopsticks.

All movements are like flowing clouds and flowing water, without any interference.

But only he himself knows that he has a guilty conscience.

"Ji..." He raised his head and stared at the extremely ordinary face of the person in front of him. His feelings for Ji were like a thick fog, and it was difficult to get rid of it for a while.

Ji Yang answered, holding the spoon sullenly, "What do you want to say?"

The man in front of him suddenly raised the corners of his lips that were slightly bloody, "My Wangzhi is a talented man, a gentleman, and a talented general...well, I will listen to what Wangzhi says."

He watched Ji swallow the delicious hot soup spoon by spoon, and swept away the leaves mixed with yellow and green, and the light of autumn came in at once, dispelling the gloom everywhere.

"Poor mouth." He stuffed the whole bowl of soup into the palm of the person in front of him, with clear intentions.

Ji shrugged, smiled and took the warm soup, steadily.

Walking into the Mingguang Hall, there was a beam of light on Danbi that gathered instantly. He couldn't adapt to the bright sunshine for a while, so he stretched out his hand to block his eyes.

His calm and indifferent face as always was reflected in the light and shadow, but his heart seemed to have knocked over a five-flavored bottle, complicated and difficult to describe.

In the years from Ji Guo to Zhou Rao, he seemed to see everything clearly, but it seemed he couldn't see anything clearly.

He was about to step into the palace gate.

At this time, Eunuch Zhang outside the palace suddenly reported, "Your Majesty, the Queen's Majesty was in shock and went into labor. Doctor Zhang is on his way to Qingxiang Palace!"

The skirt of the clothes was damp, and when the wind blew, it was bitingly cold.

When he and Qi Xin rushed to Qingxiang Palace, in front of the palace gate, Imperial Doctor Zhang prostrated himself on the ground, knelt heavily on the rain-soaked ground, and raised his hands, "Your Majesty... Your Majesty... Your Majesty Queen is dead!" Already!"

At this time, both he and Qi Xin stared at each other.

The door was slowly pushed open—Axiu walked out with the baby still in swaddling arms, her steps were heavy, she raised her head, with continuous tears hanging on her cheeks.

"Your Majesty, Lord Hou, Your Majesty, she...she's gone..." Axiu placed the baby in front of Qi Xin, but unfortunately, Qi Xin didn't have time to see her for the last time.

Qi Xin looked calm and wanted to go in, but Axiu suddenly released a hand to hold the monarch, "Your Majesty, Your Majesty is dead, please stop your Majesty, and let Your Majesty go all the way."

What she meant was to say not to ask why Queen Su was frightened during childbirth, causing her to collapse and die during childbirth.

Thinking about it, this should be Queen Su's order before she died.

He handed the baby in Axiu's arms to Qi Xin, and Qi Xin's out-of-focus eyes looked down, scanning the light life in his arms with eyes that seemed to have complicated emotions.

The little boy in the swaddling baby quietly pursed his lips, clenched his little hands tightly, and did not cry for a moment.

He followed Qi Xin's eyes and stared at the wrinkled little baby. He never imagined that the little son lost his mother when he was born, and what kind of sadness will be buried in the heart of Prince Zhou Rao in the future.

"Your Majesty!..." Qi Xindun felt a dull pain in his stomach, hugged the baby tightly in his hands, and walked in a vain manner.

He suddenly held Qi Xin's arm, and Qi Xin cast his gaze into his eyes, but seeing that his expression hadn't changed, he suddenly raised the corners of his lips, reached out to wipe off the cold sweat from his forehead, and then straightened up.

"Gu Wuhai. It's just that something happened suddenly... I just want to be alone."

He watched Qi Xin walk out of the palace gate alone, then his footsteps froze, leaving a pool of blood in front of the bright arch.

Qi Xin wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his cuff, still smiling, the baby in the swaddle closed his eyes, and suddenly cried out with a "wow".

At the end of September, the royal family of Zhourao had a new heir. King Hui named him Su Yu in memory of his mother, the Su family.

When the crown prince came to the world, the Ji Kingdom's conquest was irreversible.

Ji Guowei and Cheng.

Under the Qionghua Bridge, the flowing water is gurgling; on the Qionghua Bridge, there are many shadows.

I don't know when, the rain hit the plantains, and in the cold autumn wind, the axis marks of the chariots passing by were engraved on the melted puddles, and the donations turned into dry marks.

Going forward, the passers-by are in a hurry, and among them, there are many middle-aged men with luggage on their backs.

King Ji Yue has passed away, and the powerful officials in the palace are in power. The two-year-old baby next to the concubine Meng, Ji Ying, is now of the orthodox blood of the royal family, and is supported by all the officials.

Whether the new king ascends the throne or goes to war with other countries, in the end, it still hurts the poor Qianshou, and makes Ji domestic and foreign troubled.

Perhaps there is no peace in troubled times.

However, Zhu Youshu, whose incense was becoming more and more prosperous, was blessed by God, and became more and more towering.

The wheels creaked.

Below the tower of Weihe, the guards who intercepted Zhou Rao's fine work found a floating corpse in the moat.

"Oh no!……"

"Zhou Rao... Zhou Rao has attacked the city!"

On Qingshi Long Street, someone stumbled in from outside the city.

For a moment, passers-by panicked and scattered like birds and beasts.

In Weihe City, a rain of arrows—the unexpected surprise attack made the already battered Wangcheng powerless to resist.

Feng Yanghou's mansion, he was awakened by a nightmare after sleepless all night, and his mind was in a trance.

"Lu Yi, go to the palace!" Zhou Rao said that he must not let the new king go.

His eyes were covered with anxiety, and he frowned looking at the night scene outside the car curtain with an anxious expression.

Outside the gate of the palace, the imperial guards in uniform put on a serious face and cupped their hands, "There is an order from the king, Feng Yanghou is not allowed to enter."

"Get out of the way!" He frowned, and tightened his grip on Hengchen at his waist.

At this time, Qi Xin stood under the dim window and looked at him from a distance, behind him was Mo An with a face full of resentment.

"Your Majesty, since Feng Yanghou already knows your identity, why don't you..." With the same face, Mo An knelt down on one knee, trying to calm down to King Zhou Hui who was standing in front of him with his hands behind his back, and solved the hidden danger.

Feng Yanghou actually mixed poison in that soup... Mo An wished he could rush out of the door immediately and end his life with a sword.

"Mo An, Gu said, you can't touch him!" Qi Xin was angry, and immediately supported his chest, and then sprayed another mouthful of blood on the ground.

"Your Majesty!..." Mo An's forehead was bulging with blue veins.

"He never doubted Gu... All of this is just someone pushing the flames." Qi Xin grinned faintly, his blood-covered mouth was extremely cold.

In Weihe City, half of the sky was illuminated by flickering fires.It was the Lihuoming Arrow that Zhou Rao's cavalry used well.From the fire to the prairie fire, the lives of the people will be burned.

The autumn rain is continuous—the Zhourao palace is still silent.He was walking in the corridor leading to the outside of the palace, dazed and indifferent.

"Lv Yi, you..." He suddenly stopped, and just as he was about to turn his head, Lu Yi stretched out his hand behind him, and suddenly hit him hard on the neck.

Lu Yi's wrist was slammed hard, and before the sky was dark and the ground was dark, he watched the indistinct shadow driving the carriage, speeding up the horse without looking back.

In two days, Weihe fell.

When Zhou Rao's Zhenguo General Youshi led his army straight into Weihe City, the palace suddenly caught fire, and the place where the fire burned was the bedroom of the new king Jiying.

"Report to the general, all the remnants of the palace have been wiped out." The half-kneeling generals gathered outside the palace gate in armor, holding a saber in their hands, the snow blade was shiny, and their hostility rushed towards their faces.

You Erian straddled the horse, his black eyes were deeply locked, and his voice was a little hoarse, "Remember, don't rob innocent people."

The general who dismounted from his horse looked down at the soldiers below, his eyes seemed to contain water lines in a deep pool, and with a wave of his hand, the soldiers waiting in front of him immediately gave way.

Zhou Rao's army entered the country, and Ji Guo already existed in name only.

On the day when he was forcibly taken away by Lu Yi, the ranks of the nobles of Ji Kingdom were completely prostrate under Zhou Rao's iron cavalry.

Zhou Rao's annihilation of the Ji was like overwhelming the sea.

"Master Hou, your country is dead." The visitor had a gloomy face when he spoke, but he knew who he was.

"Liu Yu, you're still back..." He smiled sadly, and the moment his hair crown fell apart, he secretly clenched his hands in his sleeves.

"Master Hou, as I said, I will come to pick you up."

"You!" He wanted to get off the bed, but his legs became weak, and he suddenly fell back on the bed.

"Don't be impatient, Lord Hou." Liu Yu hooked his waist, "The spring shirt gu worm has been fluctuating with the prince's mood these few days, and his arrogance is not small. If Lord Hou becomes deceitful again later, then I will But I can't hold it."

Liu Yu put him on the bed, and tucked the corner of the quilt for him thoughtfully.

"Liu Yu, let Ben Hou go back."

"Don't let it go... If you don't let it go, you won't let it go."

The more unhappy he was, the happier Liu Yu was.

He had a bad complexion, holding the quilt with one hand, as if he didn't want to give the stupid man in front of him a single look.

Gritting words, resentful and depressing.

Liu Yu walked to the table and said with a smile, "Why bother to go back and throw yourself into the trap, Lord Hou?"

"Master Hou poisoned King Zhou Hui with poison. Everyone in the court will know about this matter sooner or later. By then, Lord Hou...would you be afraid that someone's head would fall to the ground?"

"For such a beautiful person as Hou Ye, it would be ugly to think about beheading him at the Meridian Gate."

Liu Yu curled the corners of his mouth and smiled secretly in his heart.

How could he not know his next situation.What he still felt guilty about was that he was instigated by Cang Lizi and was about to put Zhou Rao in trouble.

"King Zhou Hui hurt Lord Hou, what does Lord Hou care about him?" Liu Yu moved the cup to his lips.

He frowned and lowered his head, but saw the red soup in the cup, warm, sticky, and bloodshot.

"What is this..." He had a cold face with a bad expression on his face.

"It is a good medicine that can make Lord Hou no longer be troubled by spring shirts."

Liu Yu looked at him, and the person in front of him was like a wild cat that hadn't woken up for a long time, drenched in the rain all night, anxious and restless, and his hair would stand on end when he was teased.

Outside the window lattice, Lv Yi retreated to a corner, watching the black-striped snow tiger in the courtyard being watered by the drizzle, and next to his ears, there were raindrops falling to the ground from the corners of the eaves, and beautiful flowers bloomed in the puddles of water. .