rich little concubine

In the 22nd year of the Ruitian Dynasty, Ran Mofeng, king of Zhenbei, ascended the throne and proclaimed himself emperor, changing the name of the country to Weiyang.

It was supposed to be a great event to be celebrated by the whole world, but the new emperor issued an order that no one should celebrate, otherwise they would all be shot to death, and then sent troops to the surrounding small countries to take them all in one fell swoop.

Removing the titles of those people's lords directly made them the territory of the Weiyang Dynasty.

In the Canglan Country, in the Drunken Flower Pavilion, singing and dancing are raucous, and all the coquettish women with half-exposed shoulders are singing and dancing on the high platform in the building.

Sitting alone under the stage, surrounded by women, there are also a few young men with handsome appearance, all of whom are painted like women. At first glance, the appearance of these men is more or less similar.

Fu Cangruo was dressed in a bright red brocade robe, with the skirt half open, holding a luminous wine glass and shaking it gently, the wine stains on his smooth chin slid down his neck to his chest, his lazy appearance had an irresistible allure, but not a trace of vulgarity .

Ever since Man Xiaojue left, he has reserved the Zuihua Pavilion, spent his days in debauchery, and rarely even went back to his own palace.

The women around were all smiles, but they were trembling.

In the past, when the prince came here, he always had a pleasant face, but now it is rare to twitch the corners of his mouth, but there is no smile in his eyes.

"Your Highness, this song and dance was carefully rehearsed by the girls, do you like it?" A woman boldly clung to Fu Cangruo's chest, and Ruyu's fingers slid across the other's chest intentionally or unintentionally.

"Very good." Fu Cangruo said with a sideways glance at her.

"Since His Highness the Crown Prince thinks it is good, can His Highness give you a chance to let the girls serve you?" The woman's winking eyes were full of affection, and the water in her eyes seemed to have been wronged so much.

Although His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has reserved the Zuihua Pavilion, he has never hung out with any of the women in the pavilion or the men brought by Nanfeng Guan, which makes everyone feel strange.

"Get up," Fu Cangruo gave her an order without looking at her again.

"Your Highness..." The woman was taken aback for a moment, and she hesitated to get up from the crown prince. She didn't stand up until the other party's cold eyes glanced at her.

"You, come here." Fu Cangruo pointed to a young man beside him.

The man had a beautiful face, and when his name was called, he was overjoyed, pushed aside the woman beside him and stood in front of Fu Cangruo: "Your Highness."

Fu Cangruo looked directly at this face which was half or six points similar to Man Xiaojue's and asked, "Do you wish me to sleep in the same bed with a woman?"

Everyone around was stunned, why did His Royal Highness ask such a question to a young lady.

The man was a little confused, and he was naturally unwilling. If His Royal Highness liked women, these men would have no chance, and if they said it in public, they would offend these brothel women.

You know, although they were brought here by the prince, they lived here these days anyway, if offended, they didn't know what they would be stumbling in private, so they were in a dilemma.

"Get out." Fu Cangruo lowered his eyebrows, and said the word lightly from his lips.

"Ah?" The man was a little confused, why did the atmosphere suddenly change.

"Everyone get out." This time the voice was louder, the other party didn't look like Man Xiaojue, and what he said couldn't represent that person.

The singing and dancing on the stage stopped abruptly, and the surroundings were quiet. After a while, everyone retreated slowly, and he was the only one sitting in the whole restaurant.

He is waiting, waiting every day, waiting for the escaped guy to come back on his own initiative, but his patience is about to wear out, is this a wrong move?

There were hurried footsteps outside the door, and the guards came to Fu Cangruo: "His Royal Highness, the Lord calls you back to the palace immediately!"

"Oh? What's the matter?" Fu Cangruo frowned. He looked absurd, but he was actually very measured, so if his father didn't make any important decisions, he wouldn't bother with his personal affairs.

"Your Highness, the frontier defense came to report today that the Weiyang Dynasty summoned soldiers and horses, pointing directly at Canglan, intending to strike at our Canglan Nation. They all said that the new emperor's ascension to the throne is a tyranny. He actually ignored our favor of helping him, even We also want to attack, it's just..." The guard didn't say any more, and he couldn't say too much as a guard.

"Back to the palace!"

"Yes."

Fu Cangruo strode out of the Zuihua Pavilion, and rode directly towards the palace, with a serious expression on his face, and said that Mo Feng was crazy, and he saw that this was true.

What is he going to do!

Canglan is the largest country other than Weiyang, and it is such a simple matter to deal with Canglan. Wouldn't it be a lose-lose for both of them? To lay hands on them.

Simply incredible!

As soon as Fu Cangruo returned to the palace, he went to the palace of the lord, and only then did he learn an important news.

"What? Father, what you said seriously?!" Fu Cangming nodded with a solemn expression.

"Ji Ziyang's death is the reason for Ran Mofeng's madness."

"You usually have a good relationship with Ran Mofeng, maybe you can speculate about his intentions this time?" He called his son back to the palace to ask if he could find out the reason, so he could find a way to deal with it.

Fu Cangruo pondered for a moment, his usual calm face suddenly changed, and he looked up at his father: "If his temperament is followed, he may want to unify all countries and leave only one dynasty, and then he will overthrow the world and be buried with that person."

Fu Cangming's old face also changed color at this moment. If this was the case, wouldn't the world be in chaos and the people would suffer.

"Father, don't worry, I just have something to hand over to him, maybe it can save the current situation."

"What?"

"Old Wu once handed me a bell, saying it was used for summoning spirits. I didn't know the purpose at first, but I just thought it was weird. But now that I think about it, Elder Wu's prediction was right. I have to believe it if I don't believe it."

After Fu Cangruo finished speaking, he ordered the guards to go to the palace to get the object.

"Father, it seems that I have to go on a mission to Weiyang Dynasty myself."

"Okay, then the father will wait for your news again, bring a few more guards, and be careful on the road."

"Yes, Erchen understands."

Fu Cangruo took this object and a group of guards and rushed to Weiyang overnight. Ji Ziyang's death was quite shocking to him. When Ran Mofeng fell off the cliff and died, he met him and saw him carrying a small wooden carving day and night. Because of the news of Ji Ziyang in the imperial city, a heart demon was born again, and he besieged the imperial city to save people.

Everything is tied to him as the princess. Once Ji Ziyang dies, it's no wonder he isn't crazy.

When Fu Cangruo entered the imperial city, he came ostentatiously and did not hide. Although the two countries were about to fight, no one stopped him. Xuehe learned the purpose of his visit and led them to the palace himself. Afterwards, Yijing invited Quan The famous mages in Lingsi Temple were brought into the palace together.

It's better to believe it than to believe it, so why not try it.

Their prince is no longer the prince of the past. Now he is violent, irritable, and even more ruthless. It would be great if he could really call Ji Ziyang's soul back.

However, his head was covered with silver frost, and he stood in the hall, with a coffin beside him, with no cover on it, and Ji Ziyang was lying in it, wrapped in white fox fur, unstained, beautiful The handsome face is still intact except for the lack of blood.

I don't know how the ink seal was preserved, but the corpse didn't look like it was corrupted.

Fu Cangruo made it clear what he came for, and then Mo Feng ordered someone to set up a case table for the mage to practice.

The mage saluted and said: "Your Majesty, I have never heard of this method. Although I can try it, it depends on God's will whether it succeeds or not."

However, Mo Feng didn't speak, the golden crown and white hair, majestic and majestic, but the hostility in his eyes was even worse.

"Don't delay, let's start." Yijing smoothed things over and moved closer to Xuehe.

"it is good."

The mage took out the talisman paper from his pocket, wrote and drew on it, and muttered words. What he did was just a ritual ritual for the dead.

With a sigh in his heart, the simple and simple bell placed on the table suddenly vibrated slightly, everyone was shocked, only the mage knew in his heart that what he did was not some kind of soul-calling spell at all, these were crooked ways, and he didn't know it at all.

There is only one reason for that, and that is God's will.

However, Mo Feng's eyes were always on Ji Ziyang's calm face, and he didn't move away for a moment. The bell only vibrated for a moment, and then quietly went down.

It seemed that everything was an illusion just now, and the person in the coffin showed no sign of waking up.

Everything seemed so absurd.

Yes, how can the dead be resurrected? !

Everyone held their breath, the hall was silent, the veins in the hand that was caressing the wooden board were bulging, and there was a ruthless murderous look in the narrowed eyes: "Fu Cangruo, you lied to me."

"I..." Fu Cangruo opened his mouth, a little speechless. He didn't believe it when Mr. Wu gave it to him. It was expected, so I believed in what Elder Wu said at the beginning, so I rushed here with this thing.

It's impossible to imagine that there will be such things as ineffective, isn't this a scam!

"Your Majesty, I have something to say."

"Say."

"The summoning of souls is contrary to common sense, so it is impossible to judge it with common sense. These heretical methods may be effective in one day, or it may take a few years before they should be used. It is also unknown."

"The mage is right. Your majesty might as well wait for the first class." Fu Cangruo interjected.

However, Mo Feng only looked at Ji Ziyang and said nothing, as if everyone in the hall was empty, Yijing and Xuehe looked at each other and sighed, the emperor often did this recently.

So the two of them led the others out of the hall without bothering them anymore.

Fu Cangruo caught up with the mage: "Wait, mage."

"What else is there?" the mage asked after saluting.

"What you said just now is true, can you really wait for a while before it becomes effective?"

"With more time, maybe the emperor will figure it out."

"What do you mean?" Fu Cangruo still didn't understand, the mage had already left towards the palace gate with the servants.

"What he meant was that what he said just now was pure nonsense, and he just gave the emperor a vague time to ask people to wait. It's all fake if the monks don't tell lies." Yijing was a little annoyed.

The daughter-in-law was angry, and Xuehe naturally turned pale, glaring at Prince Canglan and saying, "It's okay to leave."

This farce gave people hope, but also extravagant hope.