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In the imperial city of the lower capital of Yan Kingdom, Feng Ming has been leaving the prison cage for more than ten days, and he left with Hu Ji, which makes people wonder what kind of story Mr. Feng Ming experienced inside. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

But there aren't too many so-called, which of these people, such as Yu Ning and Mo Meng, is not smart and abnormal? I have a little understanding of what I should know and what I shouldn't know, and I don't have any indication about this, what I don't know, where do others know about it.

"I won't forget ......"

A pavilion and a pavilion, three layers of curtains dance lightly in the wind, and the figures of threes and threes can be faintly seen.

"Will you forget, or don't you want to forget?" A phantom figure stood up, it was Feng Xun's voice, so powerful that ordinary people would never hear anything, but there was no ordinary person present, and the depths of his voice were definitely trembling!

Yan Qin can be regarded as a companion who has traveled all the way, but he remembered a childish sentence, companions must help each other and unite each other at all times.

"Miss Yanqin is our eternal companion, and none of us will forget her."

It was still Feng Xun who was opening, in front of the jade table, he didn't know how long he had a cup of tea in his hand, anyway, he drank it when the hot water cooled, and kept repeating,

Hearing this, the others nodded in twos and threes, but they didn't speak, looking thoughtful, in fact, too many things have happened in the past ten days, and all kinds of atmospheres are inevitably depressed when they gather together.

"It's not that I won't forget, it's not that I don't want to forget, but I can't forget" Feng Ming was very calm, got up and walked to the curtain to pull them personally, there were several maids in the pavilion, all frightened when they saw this, but they didn't dare to say anything, so they had to lower their heads.

I can't forget this statement is appropriate, after all, this is the only statement I am willing to accept, Zhaofeng's voice don't forget that I am deeply engraved in Feng Ming's heart, and it has become his memory invisibly.

Everyone was silent, and they all sighed in their hearts, the world is like this, the troubled times are prosperous, too many people have lost too many things.

"Tired, rest"

"Yes" The maids who had been guarding said in unison, raised their hands and respectfully raised the layers of drapes, Feng Ming glanced at it, and walked silently without any words.

Everyone behind him got up and strolled up (Mo Meng, Feng Xun, Yu Ning, and four maids).

Raising his hand and gently pulling up the curtain, Feng Xun looked like a sigh, and said leisurely, "The three-layer splendid curtain, the dragon and the phoenix are afraid that it will be no less than 100 gold, and it is really a style that only the imperial city of Yan can have." ”

This is indeed the case, today's Xia Du has long been different from what it used to be, if there is a country that can be compared, it is the previous Qin State, and now the Qin State cannot be compared with the Xia Capital, although Yan Yun's 1.5 million army has not yet broken through Xianyang, but most of the cities are already in Yan Yun's hands.

Feng Xun is a talent, it is impossible to say such a sentence for no reason, Feng Ming and they all stopped and looked at him, meaning that there were doubts.

He just smiled and waved his hand repeatedly, "Everyone looks at me like this, but I just sighed casually, I was really scared." ”

Silent, Feng Ming had no expression, turned his head to look at the maid and said coldly, "Go to the Moon Tower, it should be built, right?" "Originally, there was no Mochizuki Tower in the lower capital.

Speaking to the maid, he was already very polite relatively speaking, and it was rare for a king to do this.

However, after hearing this, the maid frowned slightly, hesitated for a moment, and then the maid who led the way spoke at the front. "Isn't Your Majesty Fengming going back to the side hall to rest?"

The maid said to the king that it would not be an exaggeration to divide all the five horses of the nine tribes.

Looking at the maid who stopped to look back, Feng Ming nodded lightly and said, "Then let's go back to the side hall."

……

Side hall.

If the surveillance has reached this point, then there is really no need for Mr. to continue to be in the imperial city here, what if Yan Yun is strong?

"It's not surveillance, it's just that those maids misunderstood what Yan Yun meant."

With a cup of lotus seed tea in his mouth, Feng Ming's whole person instantly became leisurely, and he didn't explain more.

"But so." On the side of the bed, the voice is soft and soft. Feng Ming's words are actually very easy to understand, first of all, Yan Yun is a smart person, he really wants to spy on Feng Ming, they will never let them know, what these maids do is more like contempt.

Accustomed to seeing these imaginary realities in the imperial city, they probably have a little bit of power, plus they speculated about Yan Yun's attitude, thinking that Yan Yun no longer attaches importance to Feng Ming, so they dare to do this.

"On the one hand, they are also ignorant, so why bother with them."

"What the husband said is that their ignorance can only stop here, but these things have Feng Xun and the old master, you don't have to be so concerned, it's important to recuperate."

This time it was Mo Meng who spoke, and there were only Mo Meng and Yu Ning in the room, in the final analysis, Feng Xun's identity should not be too close to Mo Meng's, and the relationship between the monarch and the minister was like a ravine in the Xiduni Pass, which was difficult to cross.

"Injury?" Feng Ming was directly sluggish, and his right hand gently stroked his lower abdomen, and it was a cone of pain just after touching it. It turned out that I was injured, and I was about to forget! "But it's nothing, didn't Xiaoyun prescribe medicine?"

Mo Meng was speechless for a moment, in fact, she didn't have much strength to speak, she was eight months pregnant, and even when she walked, Yu Ning followed her at any time, and there were four attendants behind her at all times.

"The gentleman laughed." It was Yu Ning, she strode to Feng Ming's side, and said quietly, "Sister Xiaoyun is prescribed, yes, but Mr. also has to drink it." After all, the strength of the emperor is really very strong~~"

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