When the soft wind blew on his cheeks, Jing Changning raised his head, faced the clear skylight, closed his eyes slightly, and the long feathers filtered through the light and lightly covered his face. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yuguo, she didn't get it, she wasn't very surprised, but she was a little disappointed.

But the road is ahead, the road is under her feet, she still has to go on, unswerving.

If you don't reach the distance, how can you know the end?

Yu country, there are still 2,000 Ruoao troops hidden.

Nangong's moonfall, Lixia's, Xiyan's...... All expectations fell on her shoulders.

Jing Changning brushed the long mane of the jujube red horse under his body.

"Let's go to the cloud country. She said softly, "Go find Xiao Rong." ”

With that, she took out a rope from the package tied behind her and tied herself to the horse.

"If you are hungry, go find something to eat, and if you are sleepy, leave me alone. Jing Changning paused, "These days, I've worked hard for you." ”

As soon as the words fell, Jing Changning lay on the horse's back, his eyes closed, and fell asleep.

The red horse slowed down and neighed twice.

It is a wild horse from the snowy fields, and the weeds are abundant during this season, so it is not particularly tiring to walk.

But the road was bumpy, and Jing Changning was really tired.

She wanted to sleep.

……

……

On the other side, Xiao Rong climbed up from the valley of sorrow by clinging to the rope that had fallen before.

It's been three days, and the curtain should have come down on the side of the Feather Country, and the Holy Hidden Son hasn't come back yet.

He couldn't wait any longer.

……

Above Kyushu, the terrain gradually rises from south to north, and the south of Yunguo is mostly hilly.

Donglin City is a small place, and there are less than 1,000 people in the city. The transportation here is not very convenient, but because of this, the folk style is very simple.

Tian Fugui is a woodcutter, and in the eyes of the big guys, what he does every day is to rest at sunrise and sunset, but today is a little different.

At dawn, Aunt Wu at the entrance of the village did not see the figure of carrying Chai He to the market as usual, which was a little strange.

In the dilapidated courtyard, Tian Fugui rubbed the axe that had been used for several years in his palm.

"Old buddy. He said, "It's time for us to go." “

The firewood in the yard was thrown under the stove and burned.

The woodcutter has never been willing to light a fire for himself to keep warm, and Tian Fugui's palms still have some frost scars that have been stacked year after year.

But he is willing to do it now, because if he doesn't use it again, he won't have a chance. Although the weather is warm now, it seems that it is not necessary.

There wasn't much firewood rolling in the flames.

The firewood he collects every day is just enough to sell for money, but in fact, he can beat more, but he doesn't. Because he needs to use that time to do something else.

He's going to train his troops.

He was a soldier.

Though...... He may never get a chance to set foot on the battlefield in his life.

But on this day, when the man appeared, he knew that the opportunity had come, and he should be ready to go.

Before leaving, he also wanted to go to the street to eat a bowl of fried pho. Not only because he likes the sour taste, but also because the girl named Liantang who sells fried rice noodles looks like a handsome.

And then he's going to take the axe and leave this place.

……

Xiao Rong left Donglin City and walked from the south of Yunguo to Zishuo City in the north little by little, he did not ride a horse, he held the reins in his hand.

Yun Guo is really big, so big that he has been gone for a long time.

Stepping among the mountains and rivers, there were many unfamiliar faces, and then he came up to say hello, faces that he had never seen before, but cordially like an old acquaintance who had been reunited after a long absence.

It's too late to see each other.

Perhaps, it's not too late.

……

Lin Weiran rubbed his palm and looked at the file in front of him.

King Yun did not go to court today.

Called sick.

Yun Xiang came a few more times, but Yun Wang did not "see" him again.

He's already starting to get suspicious.

Lin Weiran silently lowered her eyelids.

However, it was too late.

The file spread out is a secret volume, Lu Cunxu has been in the cloud country for more than ten years, although he can't control everything in the cloud country, but the internal and external lines are very clear.

The dossier is a very detailed list, those with square ink, background, experience, family, and communication. All of this ties it all together has a common background.

Oh, the clouds will.

"You say, what excuse do you use?" Lin Weiran raised his eyes and looked at Lu Cun.

"Rebel. Lu Cunxu replied with a smile.

Lin Weiran nodded.

"The evidence is not very important, and it will be available in prison. He pondered, "The important thing is to be fast." ”

With lightning speed, when everyone has not yet come to their senses.

The evidence is not very important, it is the outcome that matters.

When everyone is dead, no one cares about the evidence anymore.

He's got to hurry.

With the Yun Kingdom in his hands, when that strategist named Jing Changning came to the Yun Kingdom with confidence, he could sit on the throne of the Cloud King and see how he spoke of the lotus.

And then what?

With a smile, he uprooted the three-inch tongue that stirred the world, and it must be interesting to see his frightened and desperate eyes.

The world will be his.

No one will be his opponent.

Lin Weiran's knuckles gently stroked the roster.

Yun Xiang, Zhou Hai, Mu Lian, He Lisheng......

There are high-ranking and powerful people, and there are hidden ones, and there are many of them.

Lu Cun continued to answer, smiling honestly as always.

"The little ones must be beautiful!"

He walked out of the palace with his back straight, never so straight.

Twelve years!

He has been humble in Yunguo for twelve years, even if he is now in a high position, how many people disdain him behind his back? Especially the suppression from the Yunxiang faction again and again.

It's time to recoup some interest.

……

Mu Lian was guarding outside the palace, the sun was a little big, he held Changge in his hand and stood straight, as if he thought of something, he couldn't help but hook the corners of his lips, and his eyes showed a touch of tenderness.

He just married a few days ago, and the woman was a fisherman's girl, although her appearance was not outstanding, but she was diligent and thrifty, and her life was very warm.

The sun is really a little big, Mu Lian thinks that he should be able to go back in a few hours, tomorrow he doesn't have to be on duty, he can take Ling'er to the market to buy a few hairpins, he also wants to discuss with her, ask her when she is going to give birth to a child for him.

It's really a very happy thing.

In a few days, it should be the day when the Yuntian Club gathers, and the brothers in the club help each other and serve the country together, which is the blood of every man.

Mu Lian suddenly felt very happy.

The career is smooth, and the wife is virtuous.

While Mu Lian was thinking, a person walked in front of him, and the man's steps came in front of him, and then stopped.

Mulian was a little strange.

"Lord Lu. He said respectfully, "I don't know what is the matter?"

Lu Cunxu smiled innocently.

"It's really something. He leaned close to Mu Lian's ear and said, "Your new wife has fallen into my hands, if you don't want her to die, don't ask anything, follow me to a place." ”