Chapter Eighty-Three: Who Awakens in Tiandong

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There is a Bodhi Garden in the Bodhi Academy, far away in the capital of the Dayan Empire, the white building gate is heavy, and there is a Bodhi Garden between the palaces, and I don't know when there is also a Bodhi Garden.

Exactly like the garden reclaimed and operated by Dean Zhuang, the Bodhi Garden built in the Yan Palace's palace was written by Princess Ning Xue, who had studied under the dean of the academy.

Princess Ningxue, dressed in a purple dress, was now sitting by the pond in the garden, stunned, letting the brocade carp in the pond coax the bait that had unconsciously spilled in her hands.

The Great General Yuwen Valve appeared quietly behind him.

The sharp gaze looked at the little princess who had been sullen and smiling since returning from the academy in a daze again, remembering the smile that used to love to play in the palace and often made Yan Lingwei, who was responsible for guarding her safety, search for a long time and couldn't find a figure, and the cold face of General Yuwen, who commanded the Mao Yan Lingwei of the Great Yan Empire, showed a little unbearable.

Yuwen Valve sighed softly.

Xue'er noticed the movement and suddenly turned around, and a glimmer of hope rekindled in her beautiful eyes: "Uncle Yuwen, is there any news of Brother Changfeng?"

Yuwen Valve, who had already learned Luo Changfeng's identity from Princess Ning Xue, who had nothing to say, shook his head slightly: "There is only one news about the academy. ”

Xue'er blinked her bony eyes: "Academy, what's wrong?"

Yuwen Valve's expression was gloomy and said, "Yan Lingwei got the news that the Wuxiang Dao Sect died a few days ago!"

All the bait in the little hand fell into the pond.

Koi fish of different colors fought more happily.

Xue'er looked at Yuwen in disbelief, she knew that Uncle Yuwen's temperament would never play with her.

So half of her heart panicked even more.

The cheeks of the pear blossoms with rain that have never been cut off appear with a sad color that makes people feel pity and pity.

This grief strengthened her inner decision.

Cher turned around and secretly wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes that she didn't want to be seen.

Then he turned to look at the leader of Yan Lingwei again, and said in a resolute and unquestionable tone: "I want to go to Bodhi Mountain." ”

When she said this, she was no longer the lovely Xue'er who had been cared for by Yuwen Valve and Yan Lingwei since she was a child, but Princess Ning Xue, who was respected by the Dayan Empire.

The difference and transformation of these two identities may be difficult for those courtiers in the empire to understand, but the leader of Yan Lingwei, who has been called Uncle Yuwen for ten years, is pleased.

Gratifying and with an indescribable pity.

Maybe deep down, Cher should always be innocent, pure and beautiful.

Reading books and paintings, listening to the wind and appreciating the rain, when crying is crystal like jade tears, when laughing is the beauty of a hundred flowers and shyness.

Yuwen Valve does not want to see this transformation in his lifetime.

Because there are strong enemies outside the Great Yan Empire, and there are hidden worries inside, the noble identity of Princess Ning Xue will bear too much, not only the people of Li, but also the life and death of the Yan Empire!

Yuwen valve is contradictory.

But as a courtier, he still couldn't go against Princess Ningxue's wishes......

In the town of Phoenix, a hundred miles away from Bodhi Academy, a black carriage that was extremely ordinary except for its spaciousness was parked in front of the inn.

The driver was a middle-aged man with a tall figure and neat clothes, and his cold face often carried a look of non-anger and self-authority.

The middle-aged man jumped out of the carriage.

The door was pushed open, and the two attendant maids helped Cher out of the carriage.

In the noisy street, a figure dressed as a peddler walked up, and the peddler arched his hand in front of the man driving: "General." ”

The man who drove for Princess Ning Xue was naturally Yuwen Valve, the leader of Yan Lingwei.

Yuwen Valve reached out and stopped the peddler.

After watching the two handmaids carefully selected from the Yanling Weiying group serve the princess and enter the inn, he signaled to the subordinates who came to report: "Say it." ”

The peddler reported: "Fifty miles ahead, I found the people of the Imperial League. ”

Imperial League, these are three words that are very troublesome and annoying.

No matter who encounters this top force in Zhongzhou, it will find it tricky.

Yuwen valve is no different: "Who is coming?"

Hawkers stumbling: "This ......"

Yuwen said: "Report truthfully. ”

"About three hundred horsemen, all with silver masks and bows and swords. ”

Yuwen Valve frowned: "The Heavenly Punishment General will command the Tianzi Battalion?"

"Confirm that it is under the command of the Iron Royal Clan of the Emperor Alliance!"

"Have you ever seen Tie Leng?"

"Not only Tie Leng, but also the prince of the Emperor League. ”

"Emperor Wu Tears, he actually came in person...... Yuwen Valve fell into deep thought.

Yan Bailou had long intended to give Princess Ning Xue to the Imperial League to conclude a marriage, which was no secret in the capital of the Great Yan Empire. What's more, there are already many courtiers in the court who regard the emperor as the emperor's concubine, and they can't wait to flatter him every day.

Yan Lingwei is the spear of the Great Yan Empire, and all factors that pose a potential threat to the empire will not be turned a blind eye. Therefore, Yuwen Valve does not have much good impression of the changes caused by this future concubine of the empire in the court.

What's more, when he learned that the person the princess had in mind was Luo Changfeng, the son of her righteous brother Luo Ling, Yuwen had no reason to support the marriage between the Dayan Empire and the Imperial Alliance.

Because it's not just him, every Yan Lingwei deeply remembers that they belong to the empire, and even more to Luo Ling!

......

Yan Lingwei's investigation was actually not all the people dispatched by the Imperial Alliance this time.

Fifty miles outside Bodhi City, in the dense mountains and forests, in addition to the Heavenly Punishment General Tie Leng and the 300 cavalry soldiers of the Tianzi Battalion under his command, there were also a few idle people.

Two very charming women exposed their breasts and peaks, snuggled up to the pale-complexed and skinny bewitching man, and let the evil man ask for joy up and down.

Under the trees there were old men playing chess, and on the lawn lay beggars drinking wine.

While the beggar was drinking, his eyes were fixed on the freak at the top of the tree, who always used a dagger to trim his nails and said nothing.

The seven casual and lazy-looking loose people were in the same camp as the three hundred elite horsemen of the Tianzi Battalion led by the Heavenly Punishment General Tie Leng, but they seemed out of place.

However, in this regard, the young master of the Imperial League who was staring at the direction of Bodhi Academy with his hand obviously did not care, let alone worry about the chaos of the army.

There was a sound of clothes breaking through the wind in the woods.

Going deep into the soft ravines of the beautiful woman, the bewitching man's hand stopped rubbing.

The blushing cheeks of the two women enjoying bliss slowly smiled.

The old man picked up the chess piece, and his hand stopped halfway.

The beggar on the lawn finally looked away, and the dagger used to manicure the nails at the top of the tree paused slightly.

It wasn't until a petite black-clothed man fell behind Emperor Wuxian that everything that was still was back to normal.

If Luo Changfeng was here, he would definitely know this familiar black-clothed face.

It's not the moon phase.

"How?" Emperor Wuxian did not turn around.

"Young Prince, the seal of Tiandong has been broken!" a flash of worry flashed in the eyes of the moon phase.