At nightfall.

After being notified by Yang Ye, Tang Feng, the commander-in-chief of the Imperial Forest Army, finally entered the Yang family's mansion.

In the past two days, the country has been unstable, and as a special organization, Tang Feng has met colleagues in different positions and with different goals.

Some people beat around the bush to make him turn a blind eye during this time, and some people promised benefits and tried their best to win him over, hoping that he could do a 'little' favor.

As an official in the temple, especially a person with real power like him Tang Feng, once he fails to deal with some extreme matters in a timely manner, it is easy to bring trouble to himself.

Of course, Tang Feng can also understand the truth that officialdom is walking on thin ice.

The front foot sent away a group of colleagues, and Yang Ye invited him to a banquet here, and it was arranged in his own mansion, which made Tang Feng feel anxious.

Isn't it, Yang Ye also wants to play some tricks at Zhao Lao's funeral?

"There's a funeral tomorrow, and it seems like there's a bloody storm that is about to be lifted. Tang Feng sighed, strictly speaking, he was Wang Bozhao's descendant, and back then, it was this second elder who personally promoted him to the throne.

It stands to reason that at this juncture, Wang Bozhao will remind him how to deal with it.

But this old guy, I don't know if he was too sad or had other concerns, he didn't have the slightest instructions to convey them, which made Tang Feng confused.

Finally, Tang Feng personally visited Wang Bozhao.

Helplessly, this old guy just closed the door and didn't see him, and even entrusted the housekeeper to say something, which sounded inexplicable, to the effect that if nothing happens, someone will tell him what to do, and he can be absolutely obedient!

Absolute obedience?

These four words, for Tang Feng, can be described as a thousand gold.

Before he could guess, Yang Ye's invitation made Tang Feng have to suspend his official duties, and Quan Dang took advantage of this juncture to breathe a sigh of relief for himself.

Yang Ye's permanent residence is not in the national capital, so his residence in the national capital is not large in scale, and it is not deliberately renovated.

Through the guidance of the housekeeper all the way, Tang Feng finally saw Yang Ye in regular clothes, and at the same time, there was a guest at the table, with his back to the door, drinking.

"King of the backers, don't come unharmed. Tang Feng greeted.

Yang Ye smiled, "This kind of polite remark is not suitable for you and me, I asked Commander Tang to come over today, and I was entrusted by someone." ”

"Huh?"

Tang Feng raised his eyebrows, and in an instant, he seemed to understand something, and without waiting for Yang Ye to get out of the way, he went directly to the opposite side of the table.

First look.

Tang Feng looked at him with a beard and a little old, and after a closer look, Tang Feng's eyes suddenly widened, "Ning, Ning Shuai?"

I see.

As it should be.

That's how it should be.

Tang Feng clapped his palms excitedly, chattering endlessly, no wonder he was rejected when he visited Wang Bozhao, no wonder Wang Bozhao would say, no accident, someone would tell him to do something.

Originally......

It's Ning Xuanyuan!

After a farewell of July, the first generation of commander-in-chief who once stood at the pinnacle of power has returned to the national capital, and it is rumored that he is dead......

"The last general Tang Feng, meet Ning Shuai!" Tang Feng didn't care about anything else, and decisively arched his fists with both hands and bowed.

Just like Yang Ye the night before, when he saw Ning Xuanyuan for the first time, the first thing he blurted out was the word 'Ning Shuai'.

Even now, he has no real power.

However, for these bureaucrats who hold great power, his words will always be more effective than those in office.

"I came in a hurry, and I didn't even take care of my appearance for a while. Ning Xuanyuan touched the beard at the corner of his mouth, and suddenly remembered that Qin Qiu always complained that his beard was too dense and piercing.

In fact, living in a different state of mind is more or less beneficial to the state of mind.

Before July, he was Ning Sheng, who was in the middle of the day, ranked in the fourteenth realm, and was admired by the world.

After July, there may be too many people who feel sorry for what happened to him, but as far as Ning Xuanyuan himself is concerned, it is not necessarily the case, at least, he is doing well now!

"Ning Shuai, your body?" Tang Feng still asked.

Ning Xuanyuan said, "It's okay. ”

"Tomorrow is Old Man Zhao's funeral. Ning Xuanyuan sighed, sometimes he disliked Zhao Gongxin's knife mouth tofu heart, but in fact, he was the same.

Tang Feng's eyes lit up slightly, he naturally knew that there was a later text, "What arrangements does Ning Shuai have?"

"Eight thousand Imperial Forest Army, first-class combat readiness. Ning Xuanyuan raised his finger and added unquestionably, "Use your own soldiers." ”

The so-called pro-soldiers, also referring to the lineage, are the most trustworthy and loyal subordinates.

"Understood. Tang Feng nodded decisively without the slightest hesitation.

"How do I cooperate?" Yang Ye interjected.

Ning Xuanyuan shook his head, "Don't use it for the time being, you can just go to the scene tomorrow." ”

"After all, Yang is the king of the backer, and the sword of the Sprinkle family is not inferior to the Imperial Forest Army by half a point, if someone really wants to make trouble, the military system will never sit idly by. Yang Ye assured.

"Let the wind blow tonight, and say I'm back. ”

Ning Xuanyuan poured himself the last glass of wine, and after drinking it all, he got up straight and left the Yang family.

Yang Ye and Tang Feng looked at each other.

About half an hour passed, and a piece of news spread throughout the country, and at an unimaginable speed, it expanded until the weight of the country was completely shaken.

"Ning, Ning Shuai is back!"

"Is the news true or false?" It is rumored that he will attend Zhao Lao's funeral tomorrow, this ......"

Farewell that day, there was no news.

I heard that even his closest confidants have not found any specific traces of him, and now, such a piece of news has emerged, which is really shocking.

Because it was too sudden, many people were skeptical, and even speculated that it could be a certain force that deliberately let off the wind and took the opportunity to disturb the situation?

The bustling capital, which has always been lit up, is completely agitated, if he Ning Xuanyuan really comes back, after he appears tomorrow, where will he go?

Re-ascend to the throne, or do you lose power and continue to be an ordinary person?

At this time.

The lights are dim.

Compared with the past, Ning Xuanyuan, whose appearance has changed greatly, is alone, like a lonely boat wandering in the thick night, no one to disturb or accompany him.

This night.

He walked to the bank of the Red River, looked at the sparkling lake under the moonlight, probably remembered the eventful years, and was embarrassed.

I also went to the renovated Monument Square.

The uniform he wore when he went out was reproduced in the center in a ratio of one to ten, and it was estimated that many people thought he was dead, and the statue was placed in front of it, with flowers and candles.

"It's quite like that. ”

Ning Xuanyuan smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and patted the statue, and then raised his arms, as if he was muttering to himself, and as if talking to the statue, I saw him raise his head, his eyes bright, "Hello, I'm Ning Xuanyuan!"

No one responded.

Only the huge sculpture carries the galaxy on its shoulders, and the moon is like frost!

This was the first time he had seen the statue he had built for himself in the inner courtyard face to face.

Next.

In fact, it was the day when he returned to the government and the opposition and was about to lead the Iron Hoof Expedition.

He Ning Xuanyuan, after all, owes the 'old man' Zhao Gongxin a promise, one day, the border outside the flat push eighty miles!

Iron Hoof Crusade!

Twelve countries, overwhelming the world!