Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

The long knife was sheathed, and at this moment, lying beside him lay the precious sword carefully crafted by the swordsmiths of the Six Kingdoms——Hengchen.

"This sword, are you satisfied?"

Cang Lizi, who came out of the deep stone steps, leisurely waved his folding fan and stood at the farthest place from the stone table. When he raised his head, Ji, who was still staring at his sleeping face just now, appeared in front of him.

Ji squinted his eyes. Although the dark Ruoyuan's eyes had not changed, they were indeed less brutal.

Cang Lizi joked with a smile, "Look at my memory, you can't speak now. I blame you for asking the way."

After saying a word, Canglizi immediately bowed to apologize.

Ji squinted his eyes and did not respond, so that Cang Lizi, who kept bowing and saluting, waited for a long time.

Cang Lizi froze, and straightened up while supporting the waist that had been fixed for a long time, "Go ahead. I'll go back first."

As he said that, Cang Lizi looked at Heng Chen on the stone table from a distance, his heart felt a pang of pain again, he turned back cruelly with his eyes hurting.

However, Canglizi had to rush back to Xianxingzhai to deal with the funeral of Chaohe and the boat, so he really didn't have extra time to frown.

Ji Siji smiled.

Canglizi shook his head, turned around and walked towards where he came from. When the mist dissipated, Ji ignored Canglizi who had been spying here for a long time, and a flash of light landed on the bank of Tongming Lake.

When he woke up again, Ji was standing by the Tongming Lake looking at the distant mountains.

He got up, picked up the cloak that fell on the ground, tidied it up, and placed it on the stone table.

"Sorry, Ben Hou fell asleep." He walked behind Ji with regret in his eyes.

Perhaps, only when he was a queen, his gentlemanly demeanor did not decrease but increased.

When dealing with a bodyguard who was supposed to work for him, he put away the deliberate cold sneer in his eyes and chose to confide in others?

Thinking of this, Ji suddenly felt self-mockery and throbbing in his heart.

In this way, can he also confide in him...

Ji stood in front of his eyes, looked back, brushed off the dust on his sleeves, and wrote: "It's getting late, it's time for Master Hou to go back home."

Ji Zizi walked ahead.

His eyes were slightly dull, the slightly dazzling sunlight was shining in the forest, and the dewdrops on the shallow grass were crystal clear, with a blurred luster like broken gold, very much like the tasseled jade on the hilt of Hengchen's sword.

"This Marquis has to go to another place." He turned his eyes to the distant mountains, his eyes dimmed, "Ji, you go and ask Xu Zi to resign on Benhou's behalf."

He stopped the man in front of him, and the man turned his head, his gaze tightened.

Near noon, although the sun is warm, but the heart is very cold.

Duanfengya on the mountainside of Tingjie Mountain was extremely quiet at this moment.

At this time, he was also extremely silent.

Lu Yi placed the memorial table in front of the lonely tombstone.The copper tripod placed on the table stood there quietly, letting the three-inch incense stick in the middle of the dust curl up and smoke.

The wind blows——Occasionally, one or two birdsong, gently, urges all living beings to sleep quickly, and a desolate and bleak aroma is everywhere in the breath.

He stood behind the desk and stared at his father's tomb for a moment, then knelt down on the futon in a daze, lowered his head, and stroked the nine-huang guqin placed on the desk.

This guqin is made of moon spider silk, and the sound it plays is as lingering as the phlegm of an ice spring. When you hear the sound, you can see the grievances of the concubine Xiang weeping bamboo. It is most suitable for condolence.

He held his breath.

Seeing this, Lu Yi retreated to the side, lowered his eyes to look at the ground, to show his respect to the undead.

The strings are played, and the wind floats with the incense sticks.

Raise your head and bend your fingers.

He stared at the hazy red sun hanging high in the distance, as if all the brilliance was hidden behind the clouds, and vaguely wanted to burst out.

The smoke is a lesson - the smoke of incense sticks permeates the nose.

He slowly closed his eyes, and there seemed to be a golden Buddha statue sitting on the lotus flower in front of him, revealing his real body in the round light, holding a vase in his right hand, and performing the fearless gesture in his left hand, with a kind and gentle face.

But, who is this... He smiled, the face of the Buddha statue looked like Ji Pogu, like Chu Rui, like Qi Xin, like his father... It was an illusion of sentient beings.

He looked up at the wise and compassionate face of the Buddha, and hated that it always collected all the life, glory, death, and sorrow in the world into the vase in a calm manner, and then weaved a big net of "who will go to hell", using the seal of fearlessness. , Annihilate all emotions and desires.

And he is also like that Buddha, or, more despicable than it.

Can incense be used as a guide, can it really point out a party's heart, and guide these heroes who have dedicated their lives to Ji Guo to go to bliss?

He closed his eyes and knelt in front of his father's tombstone, stretched out his hands and plucked the strings of the zither, playing a ghostly melody for the court of the Kingdom of Ji to pay homage to the heroic spirits.

Ji Guoyou wished you a tree, and wished you a tree with living beings free from reincarnation.

However, now, where can he find this Zhu You tree, where can he find the confidence to revitalize the country?

Standing alone, inseparable from each other—hidden behind the luxurious curtains are all tricks of murder, framing, and torture.

Six countries contend.

No one is not trying to catch fame and reputation, and fighting openly and covertly is everywhere.

How enthusiastic!How tragic!

The survival path of the Six Kingdoms has always been biased towards the strong, and the door that is open can go to the sky with one thought and enter the earth with one thought.

Those who survive and make a name for themselves are not simple characters.

In this troubled world, there will always be someone who will perish, and someone will always take over the throne... even him, once he wins the rank in Zhou Rao's court and rises to the top, he will have an immeasurable bright future.

However, the fate is so thought-provoking, and no one can make a choice in advance to arrange everything properly.

The father and Chu Rui chose to bear the ups and downs and the many difficulties and tribulations that must be faced in rejuvenating the country and Anbang.

And from the moment he walked towards King Zhou Hui, he also made a choice.

No matter what the future holds, it is no different from others.

The fingertips stopped, letting the cold mountain wind blow the sleeves and hair into chaos.

He suddenly sneered and laughed at himself, "It turns out that I am also a hypocrite who is greedy for life and afraid of death."

He abandoned the country of Ji, which he promised his father to protect all his life, and became the envied Marquis of Fengyang in this affluent place. He hastened to serve King Hui of Zhou, helping him clear the ruling and opposition parties and dominate the six countries.

It's really cool.

In the eyes of the world, Fu Wangzhi got rid of the identity of the son of the rebellious minister of Ji Kingdom and ascended to the sky, and was called Zhou Rao's only prince with a foreign surname; in Chu Rui's eyes, Fu Wangzhi deviated from the scriptures, turned against each other, slavishly defected to the enemy country, and became King Zhou Hui's couch minister.

He slashed across the moon spider's silk string fiercely with his fingers, and blood gushed out from his fingertips.

"Master Hou..." Lu Yi stood not far away, staring at his bleeding fingertips, feeling equal pain in his heart.

The tragic songs played by Lord Hou always remind people of the tragic scenes of chaos in the six kingdoms and smoldering wolves.

Lu Yi knew that Lord Hou was by no means a villain who followed suit...

After the meditation, he remained silent: Have you ever seen how much pain and struggle in the world, how many injustices and sinkings in the world; people in troubled times are ignorant and dull, and they can never be detached.

"I hope my father has a spirit in the sky, pity the sincere heart in the world, and protect him!"

At this moment, he didn't know whether to laugh at his own incompetence or lament the "prosperity" of the troubled times where people are dying.

The Buddha said, sincerity leads to spirit.

Unfortunately, he doesn't believe in Buddhism.

He watched quietly the incense sticks in the copper tripod burnt out, and after an unknown amount of time, there was a crisp sound of a tree branch being snapped behind him.

The branch that climbed up the Duanfeng Cliff was broken by Ji Shengsheng.

Ji squinted his eyes, looked dumbfounded at his bleeding fingers, walked up to him, and wrote: "Master Hou, it's windy outside, so it's not suitable to stay for a long time."

He was startled when he heard the sound, he didn't expect that Ji would come to look for him after finishing what he ordered.

The mist on Duanfeng Cliff was still thick, and the air blowing towards us was a bit cool.

He pushed the Jiuhuang Guqin to his hand, stood up, and found that his legs were slightly numb and weak.

He stood in front of the table, took a deep look at his father, and then asked Lu Yi to ask someone to remove all the sacrifices, then turned around, and met Ji Si's eyes.

"Let's go." He brushed Ji's arm and walked forward.

Ji suddenly reached out and grabbed his wrist, holding it tightly, unwilling to let go.

"What are you doing! How dare you disrespect Lord Hou!" Behind him, Lu Yi shouted at Ji with rounded eyes.

And he was also taken aback by this sudden movement, his eyes turned cold, and he said, "Let go."

The man in front of him tried to wear down his patience over and over again, now, it's time to warn him with a cold face.

He clenched his hands with great difficulty, trying to break free from the wrist that was pinned to death by Ji.

As soon as Ji loosened his wrist, he froze for a moment, with embarrassment and embarrassment in his eyes.

"Master Hou forgot about Hengchen." Ji squinted his eyes, and handed Hengchen over, his sharp eyes never diminished, and wrote, "From today on, I hope Lord Hou will always be by your side and never leave."

What Ji said didn't sound like he was discussing with him, but an order and promise.

He slowly withdrew his hand when he heard the words, the expression on his face did not change, but his heart was already touched.

"You don't have the right to talk to this Marquis like this." Ji's tone was very similar to that of Zhou Hui Wang Qi Xin, which made him feel unhappy, "Sure enough, there are all kinds of slaves like there are masters."

His eyes turned from chaos to clarity, and there was a flash of resentment in front of his eyes, and the remaining anger was hard to calm down.