Fortunately for Feng Yanghou

Zhou Rao captured Zhai Wei and Wuqi in just a few months.In the current situation, San Miao, Zhai Wei, and Wu Qi, the three kingdoms have scattered and scattered.

He rolled up the scroll in his hand, turned his back, and walked out of the Mingguang Hall, walked to the corridor, and wanted to go around to the Tiandao Pagoda, wanting to probe into the doorway of the Tiandao Pagoda.

"Who?" He stood in the corridor, his footsteps trembled, he turned around, and when he saw someone coming, his heart suddenly roared with uncontrollable sadness.

"Yun Song..." He looked at the man in black standing in front of him, standing in the dim sunlight.

"How did you come to Zhourao's palace?" He seemed to recall the day when Yun Song lied to him, his tone was a little stiff.

Several years have passed, and Yunsong is no longer the simple Yunsong of the past.

He really hoped that Yun Song could tell him frankly, put down his guard against him, and let him find a reason to persuade himself to regain the old friendship.

However, Yun Song still avoided his questioning, his face was as usual, he turned his eyes away, and said calmly: "Young master can't go to the Tiandao Pagoda. Today's Tiandao Pagoda has King Zhou Hui's eyeliner everywhere, and if you are not careful, you will be killed." Start a fire***."

"My lord, let's go back to the residence first." Yun Song leaned over his body, already intending to say goodbye.

He looked at Yun Song for a moment, and wanted to reach out to stop him.

"Master Hou, why are you here? It's really easy for the slaves to find!" Eunuch Zhang suddenly walked over from the other end of the corridor, and he turned his head immediately, and Yun Song had disappeared.

As soon as he finished speaking, Eunuch Zhang grabbed him again, "Master Hou, the king asked you to go there by name, so don't miss the hour."

Before he could speak, he was dragged away by Eunuch Zhang.

What he didn't know yet was that Yun Song, who was hidden in the dark, followed step by step, silent all the way, and the eyes in the black scarf never left his back.

The fragrance of styrax, thick or light, permeated wantonly since the door of the palace was opened.

He stood in front of the back screen and looked at Qi Xin who was half reclining in the open chair, his brows furrowed tighter the more he looked.

"Your Majesty, Lord Hou has arrived." Eunuch Zhang bowed down the steps and reported back.

At this time, Feng Yanghou, who was standing behind him, bypassed the back screen directly and came to King Zhou Hui. He looked at his face and had no emotions to detect, so he respectfully saluted, "The guilty minister pays homage to the king."

"Eunuch Zhang, please step back." Qi Xin slightly raised his hand behind the screen, and opened the memorial after the person who bent over and bowed his head stepped back, thinking deeply.

Eunuch Zhang knelt down on the ground, bowed to the king, got up again, and turned away.

He watched from afar, Eunuch Zhang's respectful humility and submission, all in one go, he was clearly a loyal and good slave to his master.

Some regret.

His eyes were piercing, and he glanced sideways at Qi Xin's slanted shadow, but he saw a shocking appearance.

After he heard a slight cough in his ear, he raised his hands and said, "What's the important thing for your majesty to call the criminals here?"

Through the back screen, he saluted respectfully again.

At this time, Qi Xin handed him the memorial that he reviewed this morning, "Ai Qing, I only want you to make a decision on these papers."

He took the stack of thin memorials and looked at the person behind the screen in astonishment.

Qi Xin's lightly closed eyelids slowly opened, and he walked out from behind the back screen after seeing things clearly, pointing to the messy piles of books and notebooks on the lattice shelf, "Separate these sundries into separate categories, and look alone. upset."

While speaking, Qi Xin's outstretched hand stopped in front of him, he was puzzled, and then he followed up, stretched out his hand, and made a gesture.

Seeing his reluctance, Qi Xin immediately smiled and said nothing.

Qi Xin's deliberate laugh reminded him of the man in front of him who was murderous and insane that day. It didn't fit his appearance, it was the complete opposite.

A monarch with two sides - uncertain, suspicious and fickle.

Although he doesn't know what Qi Xin has experienced, he can also see the sorrow and pain of being a monarch.

Perhaps, Qi Xin's usual surly behavior was not due to Feng He's birth as a violent tiger, but because of the restraint of "royal power".

Instead of opening these memorials, he squatted down and began to bury his head in arranging the scattered notebooks and messy scrolls on the ground.

He categorized categories intently, appearing particularly focused.

Qi Xin leaned on the soft chair and glanced at the person in front of him.

He lowered his eyelashes, and whispered the title of the scroll in his sandalwood lips, stretched out his hand and methodically removed all the scrolls that had been stacked together, and reset them to zero and reorganized them.

His every move was not messed up by the hundreds of scrolls in his eyes, but instead produced a pleasing aesthetic feeling.

The bright look in his eyes is something that Qi Xin doesn't have at the moment.

Qi Xin saw that he was drawing with the volume register on the table, the anger caused by the "Blood Refining Viper" and all kinds of resentment at relying on pills for living gradually disappeared.

Sure enough, since he went mad last time, only he can help him to eliminate the irritability in his heart.

Just by watching from a distance, one's heart can slowly calm down.

Thinking of this, a smile finally appeared on Qi Xin's face.

It is rare for Qi Xin to speak in a warm voice, "Aiqing, you have entered this palace and been driven by loneliness all day long, so you should have a grudge against loneliness."

When the person behind him spoke, he propped his elbows and turned his head to look at him.

Hearing this, he stopped the hand that picked up the scroll. The scroll was a Buddhist scripture.

He turned a page, and it was full of ink, all transcribed Buddhist words that calm the mind and calm the mind.

It's just that the handwriting is so crooked that it's hard to hold back between the splashes of ink. After a cursory glance, one can tell that the hands holding the pen are frighteningly sullen and restless.

Qi Xin, in fact, doesn't want to become a bloodthirsty maniac.

He walked to a shelf with a stack of tall scrolls in his hand, and placed them properly, "Your Majesty is just joking. As the King's close servants, the sinful minister should serve the King, and be at his disposal."

He kept his back facing, his voice paused forcefully.

This is indeed a convincing reason.

However, Qi Xin got up from the soft chair, and wiped a serious enough smile, "So, according to this, if you are going to send You Er to attack Ji Guo, Ai Qing will not say anything?"

Qi Xin's sharp eyes scanned the lattice shelves one by one, and finally, they seemed to fall on his back.

In the shadow that Qi Xin couldn't see clearly, his face changed slightly, "Is this the decision the king wants the guilty minister to make?"

"The king's iron hooves have already flattened Zhai Wei and Wuqi, and the next step is Ji Guo..."

"Your Majesty has a plan in mind, how can the criminal minister refuse to follow?"

The royal seal of the declaration is covered in the lower corner of the memorial.

He turned around holding his breath, bowed his hands, and retreated, neither sad nor happy.

Qi Xin frowned, the new eunuch in the inner guard bowed courteously, and brought a freshly brewed teacup.

Qi Xin lowered his head and stared at the teacup in his hand, it suddenly fell down, and said in a deep voice, "Xuan You [-] generals are entering the palace!"

Zhou Rao attacked Ji Guo, everything was ready, only the east wind was owed.

Yun Song narrowed his eyes slightly, and watched his young master walk out of the palace gate, smiling like a lost soul.

Eunuch Zhang, who entered the hall in response, passed by Feng Yanghou, raised his head, and saw this thin and frail man beside him, with a face, dark eyes that were firm and painful, dark like a deep spring Rain stones splashed down.

He walked down the steps in front of the palace, smoothed the folds of his clothes, and left the palace.

For more than three hours, Lu Yi dared to stand on the side of the corridor and watch his Lord Hou stare at the sky.

He stood for a long time in the courtyard of Fengyanghou Mansion.

Attacking Ji Kingdom - He is a sinner who betrayed his homeland, so he doesn't have to worry about the survival of Ji Kingdom.

He thought that as long as he could help King Zhou Hui sit firmly on the throne and Ji Guo would not cause trouble, he would be able to keep Ji Guo's subjects safe for a lifetime.

However, Qi Xin is dedicated to conquering the world, and Chu Rui is not a fuel-efficient lamp.

He meditated in the yard, until the servant who held the lamp outside the bedroom passed by around the corner, and then he opened the door and entered the inner room.

Gently opened the door curtain, and before stepping into the threshold, he heard a hoarse and low voice from inside.

Yun Song, who had disappeared in the Langwu alley early in the morning, just appeared beside his desk, but at this time, Yun Song was still wearing nocturnal clothes, the purpose of which was to deceive others.

His heartstrings were tensed, and his footsteps did not move, "What's the point of visiting late at night?"

The masked Yun Song walked up in two or three steps, "My lord was wandering alone in the courtyard, but did something unpleasant happen to you?"

Yun Song didn't answer his question, but sat down on his own, picked up a pot of tea and poured it into a cup.

He approached the person in front of him, frowned, "You are spying on me."

His eyes were not friendly, but Yun Song shook the teacup, then raised his glass to him without drinking, just looked at him with a smile on his eyes, "I just care about you, that's all. I'm afraid that you have something in your heart It must be related to King Zhou Hui's summoning today."

Yun Song held the overflowing teacup and invited him to sit down with the air of a house owner.

He was not annoyed when the pear flower open chair was opened, but sat aside with an unpredictable expression.

He watched Yun Song pick up the teacup and put it down again. From the beginning to the end, he used his left hand.

There was a moment of silence.

Yun Song went on to say: "King Hui of Zhou is going to send You Twenty to attack the State of Ji. Thinking about it, the young master must be in a dilemma. If You Twenty is gone, the State of Ji may suffer disaster; if You Twenty does not go, it will be disrespectful No matter what kind of situation it becomes, the young master is unwilling to see it."

Yun Song talked about the gains and losses in the process calmly, as if he had already foreseen it in his heart.

He snatched the teacup from Yun Song's hand and smiled wryly, "Is this your wishful thinking?"

His penetrating eyes stared at him closely, almost falling into Yun Song's eyes.

Uncharacteristically, Yun Song stared at him quietly, "It seems that you know."

While speaking, Yun Song stretched out his hand and tore off the black scarf on his face, the once magnificent face became full of stubble, haggard with vicissitudes of life.

"You really are Chu Rui..." He glanced at the person in front of him, the one in the corridor was Yun Song, but the tone and demeanor of this person were not.

"Brother, don't come here without any problems." Chu Rui said so, which made him smile dejectedly.