Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

The weather is still fine, the hot wind scorching the eyes.Feng Yanghou had been waiting outside the Mingguang Hall for half a day.

After noon, the door of Mingguang Hall was still closed tightly, insisting on rejecting him.

His lips were a little chapped, his throat was extremely thirsty, but his heart was suffering even more.

"I advise Lord Hou not to be self-righteous. If Lord Hou has become an obstacle to the king's revival because of some actions, then when he meets Zhou Rao and Ji Guo, Lord Hou will be embarrassed." Cang Lizi held the umbrella Supported to the top of his head, looking down to his eyebrows.

"Don't you be curious, Lord Hou, how Liu Yu survived the downfall of King Weiwei?"

Hearing this, he frowned tightly, his eyes filled with complexity and bitterness, as well as faint sadness.

"Liu Yu is still able to get away with it so far, thanks to his face."

"Then Liu Yu will not return to Zhai Wei to help his father, but live well."

"If Lord Hou turns against the king because of Wuqi, it will be hard to say what will happen to Ji Guo."

Canglizi stretched out his hand towards him, he closed his eyes, walked away from the person in front of him, moved with difficult steps, and frowned.

The past came through the whirling smoke, and filled his throat with a kind of depression. He turned his back to Canglizi, walked forward, and smiled, "I just caused trouble for no reason..."

From the day he left Ji Guo, he could not avoid being calculated or watching others being calculated, and then watched those innocent people go to jail with cold eyes, or fell into purgatory.

With a new identity and a new name, he withdrew from the precarious country of Ji, stepped into Zhou Rao's court with a sweet heart, broke with the past from then on, and became a favored minister beside King Zhou Hui, with an outstanding status.

"The old things are gone, and I am perish. I have never forgotten the oath of that day, but the price is too heavy. What can I... use to save others?"

Standing alone among the fallen leaves, he was inseparable from each other, and suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

However, the voice of the man next to his ears became clearer——

Canglizi followed him step by step, and stopped, "You and I are not qualified to judge what the future generations of the nations will be like. Even if a nation has no possibility of rebirth, in the flames of war, there are still those who come from behind."

"In this troubled world, kingship will never collapse..."

"This world used to belong to the people of the world, but now, who knows who it belongs to."

Cang Lizi raised his hand to break the branch, looked at his eyes, and just walked under the tree like this.

The power to destroy the dead -- "Cang Lizi!" He called the person in front of him from behind, calmed down and said, "What is the purpose of Mr. Zhou Hui's allegiance to King Zhou Hui?"

His eyes, which were like inkstones, darkened, and Cang Lizi froze in his footsteps after saying that.

"What is the purpose of Master Hou?" Cang Lizi's lips curled up, and his eyes were around his side.

Yes, what qualifications does he have to question Cang Lizi... All this seems ridiculous.

He looked at the figure of Canglizi who turned and left without any scruples, but in the end he couldn't justify himself to stop this person.

"King Zhou Hui, the situation in the world, Canglizi... There seems to be an elusive entanglement between these three."

Canglizi really represents how many monarchs want to live in Zhourao's land.

Since Canglizi was able to shuttle between the nations without any fear, then the minions of Xingzhai also sneaked into the palaces of various countries, avoiding all eyes and ears, and spying secretly?

He stayed up all night, thinking about the things that were on his mind, and found Qi Xin at the mansion that Qi Xin had repaired for Ji early the next morning.

The corridors of the mansion were twists and turns, and he passed by the corridor. The red paint on the corridor pillars was newly painted, and there was a pungent astringent smell.

The blurred sunlight shines through the carved windows, casting halos of light on the water pavilion and rattan boards.

Under the stone bridge, there was already a servant waiting.

He raised his hand to cover the bright and slightly dazzling light, and saw the servant in front of him leaning towards him respectfully, "Master Hou, the general is here to invite you."

At this moment, the newly appointed steward has been waiting in front of Zizhuyuan for a long time.

The rising sun above his head was so dazzling that he couldn't open his already cloudy eyes.

"Master Hou, this slave is waiting for you." It turned out that the steward was transferred from the palace, and there was still a little slavishness in his manner and speech.

He immediately frowned, but he didn't make things difficult on purpose, and after nodding his head as a signal, he walked forward.

The steward bowed and pushed open the door, and the purple bamboos in the Zizhu Garden stood proudly, whirling and dancing.

The bamboo courtyard is deep, and at the end of the path is a lonely man with his back.

He moved slowly, but still crushed a fallen leaf that looked like it was withered.

Ji Ziyi turned around in the shattered light and shadow, and the man in the green ink brocade robe took a step forward, his dark eyes became brighter and brighter.

"Look, you're here."

Ji's gaze was supposed to be Bing Lingpo's, but now he was full of smiles, which made others fascinated by Huaguang.

He recovered from the amazement, swept away the haze between his brows, put his hand on Ji's shoulder, and jokingly said: "Ji, you should smile more. If you smile, I don't know how many young ladies will flock to you .”

His words were full of jokes, and he couldn't help but smile slyly at the person in front of him.

The bamboo shadows are hazy, and the bright sun is burning fiercely.

Ji suddenly grabbed his hand on his shoulder, stared at the man with his back to the light and shadow, and stood like this for a long time.

There are thin calluses left by swords all year round between the broad palms, itching slightly, scratching the slightly cold back of his hand, causing him to withdraw his hand immediately, only to find that the hand covering the back of his hand is too tough and persistent .

Feng Yanghou has a pair of long and narrow red phoenix eyes, which are not flattering, but more noble.

Ji stretched out his hands to caress these eyes, which were still good inkstones splashed with ink, and when he focused his eyes, it was a tree of ink plum branches.

"Looking..." Ji muttered to himself, lowered his hands, and calmed down the emotions that were about to burst out from the bottom of his heart, and then let go of his hands reluctantly.

His dull eyes were somewhat elusive, and he took a step back, his face and ears were also burned by the scorching sun.

"Ji, are you willing to come forward to persuade the king?"

In order to cool down the ambiguous atmosphere just now and avoid causing an uproar, the best way is to cover it up with another more important matter.

Ji seems to understand the little thoughts in the eyes of the person in front of him.

Looking at it and myself, one dare not face up to the emotions sprouting in the bottom of his heart, and one is not fully sure that he can fulfill himself.

Ji looked up at the increasingly bright red sun on the top of the purple bamboo garden. When the hot wind blew up, the purple bamboos next to each other seemed to be whispering silently.

"Look, you come with me."

Ji quickly walked into the Zizhu Pavilion, where there was a seven-stringed guqin.

He followed Ji closely, and was surprised when he saw this Qin.

Ji knew that he was coming to ask him for help, but he bypassed the topic just now and placed a piano in the pavilion.

He has always believed that it is difficult for generals who are good at wielding swords to bear this "quiet thing".

Sitting on the opposite side of Guqin, Ji's eyes suddenly became dark.

"Looking, I heard that 'qinqi, calligraphy and painting' is the only way for literati to cultivate themselves. I don't know if Wangzhi can reward my face and let me feast my ears?"

The tone of the rhetorical question in Ji's words is full of ridicule and high interest.

He was taken aback for a moment, wondering what kind of medicine was sold in the gourd in front of him.

After thinking for a moment, he still sat in front of the guqin, stretched out his hand and gently plucked the strings, and the sound was like flowing from a clear spring stone.

"The chair is made of tung and Zi lacquer, and the qin sang is cut down."

Clean, harmonious, light and elegant——Ji closed his eyes and listened quietly, and the scene of two people playing the flute and playing the piano, reciting poems and painting, climbing high and traveling far away, singing and drinking together appeared in front of him, so fascinated.

Tune the plain piano and read the golden scriptures.

After the song "Flowing Water", he couldn't help thinking of the words of the former Taifu, so he said leisurely: "The player of the piano is love; the player of the piano is forbidden."

Even if "among all instruments, the virtue of the qin is the best", it can't resist the loneliness of leaving in the dust.

Playing the piano is originally an elegant act, but Ji just heard the sadness of the elegy Piaoyu.

The sound of the piano seems to be endless.

He looked up at Ji, "The strings, but the silk threads of the moon spider?"

He remembered that that day he used the moon spider thread to ask the passers-by outside Zhai Wei's military camp for help, but he never knew who rescued him and threw him into that deep pit.

Is it season?No, maybe Ji just found him and the moon spider thread left in the deep pit.

That person, who knows how to manipulate the moon spider's silk thread, should be Ji Ren.

When he asked, Ji nodded.

"Look, it was the thread of the moon spider that led me to the deep pit in the dense forest that day. If there was no thread of the moon spider, I'm afraid..."

I fear he has perished in the pit.

His black eyes were dazzled, and he replied, "The silk thread of the moon spider is a spiritual thing recorded in Ji Guoye Zhizhong, and it can find traces."

"So that's the case, thanks to this month's spider thread." Ji Yin removed the suspicion in his eyes, and suddenly changed the subject.

Ji's lips curled up into a smile, and he got close to him, only seeing the handsome appearance of the person in front of him, he couldn't help whispering: "There are bandits, like gold like tin, like jade like jade."

Under the darkness of night, everything was silent.

Queen Su held up the three-inch incense stick in her hand, knelt on the futon, and stared devoutly at the Buddhist niches placed in the inner hall.

She kowtowed three times, and solemnly inserted the incense stick in her hand into the incense burner, and the dense smoke rose, and the ashes fell, like black butterflies fluttering in pieces.

The wind blows away the flames.

Queen Su knelt down in front of the Buddha statue in silence, and heard the crackling sound of paper charcoal.

I don't know how long it took, when Axiu, who was guarding outside the inner hall, walked in with gentle steps, Queen Su was still closing her eyes and meditating.

Buddha, please bless my child!Lord Buddha, please guide me...

Queen Su's entire face was covered in the curling incense.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, be careful of catching cold."

Axiu put the wide-swinged blouse on her shoulders, and stretched out his hand to help her up.

Queen Su put her hand on Ah Xiu's and staggered slightly when she got up, her other hand always carefully protected her lower abdomen.

Axiu helped her onto the bed, carefully tucked the corner of the quilt, and then turned off the lights and left.

Hold your breath, stop - she had a nightmare all night.

At this moment, Su Shu, who had been unable to open her eyes for a long time, never saw the black-clothed woman standing beside the bed looking at her quietly, and then raised her hand to extinguish the Xuhuan incense burning in the copper tripod.