In the 51st year of the Southern Kingdom of Zhou, the domestic situation was depressed, and Wang Feng held the military power, and the prime minister Lin Fu in the court faintly controlled the government and covered the sky with one hand, and the old emperor could not bear to say anything. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Lord Wang, the six princes have already explained it, and they will send someone to propose marriage and marry the county lord in the near future."

The young man with small eyes whispered respectfully, and in front of him, an imposing man stood by the window with his hands behind his back, his face cloudy.

"I know, give me a good look at the county lord during this time, and no one is allowed to approach."

"Yes, lord."

Dingguan Wang Fengxuan continued to stand by the window, looking at the yellow leaves that kept drifting outside the window, and sneered.

This is already the third year, three years ago, the old emperor was strangely ill, bedridden, unable to suppress the forces of the DPRK and China, and gradually became a puppet, the state power was divided, the forces of the DPRK and China were controlled by Prime Minister Lin Fu, and the military power was firmly held by him Dingguan Wang, and the whole country was shrouded in a haze, which was visible to almost all the upper-level officials.

Feng Xuan's face was cloudy, and he held a copy of the information that had just been sent in his hand hidden in his sleeve, Prime Minister Lin Fu held a banquet at home to invite all forces, completely indicating his neutral attitude, whether it was the crown prince or the powerless six princes in the court, he did not show favor to any of them, but said that he was dedicated to the country, only loyal to the current saint, and vowed to stabilize the overall situation for His Majesty, saying that he was in tears and extremely miserable.

"Old fox." Feng Xuan couldn't help but scold, his face was ugly.

He had been fighting with Lin Fu for so many years, and he could understand what the old fox meant without speaking.

Doesn't he just want to see his position as the king of Dingguan, it won't be long before the six princes he supports will marry his eldest daughter, and he will also have a complete showdown to show his attitude, even if he Lin Fu has the power of the court and the support of the prince, he will not be able to suppress the military power in his hands, and then see if the old fox can hold back.

"You can't let the crown prince ascend the throne, absolutely not." The sunlight outside the window is offset, and the winlet stands in the shadows, his eyes cloudy.

West Wing Courtyard

Feng Rong opened his eyes and looked around.

"This is—" She looked at the unfamiliar surroundings in confusion, whether it was the house or the furniture, none of which she was familiar with.

Rubbing his temples, Bai Rong was a little overwhelmed for a while, could it be that he was too tired recently, and even hallucinated? It seems that I need to go to the hospital for a proper check-up.

"Miss, are you awake?" A crisp voice came from outside the door, and Feng Rong smiled, this illusion is quite realistic.

"Come in." After thinking about it, Feng Feng Rong shouted outside the door, with a slight smile on his face.

After a while, a little girl in green clothes walked into the room, looking at her age of fourteen or fifteen years old, holding a basin of water in her hand, her eyes were clear, which made people feel good at a glance.

"Miss, wash your face first, I heard others say that the sixth prince is a good person, and you will not suffer if you marry." Bishui said crisply.

"Huh?" Feng Rong was stunned, what is the situation?

Bi Shui looked at his young lady's slightly confused eyes, quickly put the basin in his hand on the ground, stood aside in a proper manner, and didn't dare to say anything more.

"What the hell is going on...... Feng Rong seems to have a stone sinking in her heart, and things seem to be a little beyond her expectations, it seems that it is not as simple as a simple illusion.

His heart was pounding, and Feng Rong hurriedly looked around, the wooden door, the wooden table, the old bed, and the complicated clothes on his body, all of which seemed to be back in ancient times.

"I'm back in time, where the hell is this?" Feng Rong's eyes were glazed, and his mind couldn't accept it for a while, and he froze.

"Miss? Miss? Bi Shui was startled when she looked at her face, grabbed her skirt at a loss, and looked nervously at the young lady in front of her.

Miss, what's the matter, wasn't it okay yesterday? Bishui was about to cry, if something happened to the young lady, the prince would definitely let her be buried with her.

Feng Rong shook his head, and his gaze swept over the windowsill suddenly, and by the open window, a beautiful potted plant was swaying gently, and the textured leaves swayed in the wind, bringing some life to the dreary room.

That pot of flowers, that pot of flowers called peacock arrowroot!

Feng Feng Rong resisted the urge to rush over, glanced at the blue water next to her who was about to cry, wiped her face casually, and looked at her reflection in the water, she was already a little numb.

That face is not hers, and people who have lived in the city since childhood can't raise such fair skin.

"Let's get out." Beckoning, Feng Rong pretended to be calm and drove Bi Shui out of the room, and the moment the door closed, he rushed to the pot of flowers not far away, his eyes staring at the leaves.

The slightly trembling hand touched the leaves, and the leaves of the peacock arrowroot shook, and a vague sound appeared in her head.

"Do you believe in fate?"

Feng Rong was taken aback, as an atheist, a new-age human who has lived in the city since childhood, has never seen this kind of strange power and chaos in his books.

"Do you believe in fate?" The peacock arrowroot shook slightly, and repeated, Feng Rong was a little distracted for a while, and subconsciously replied.

"I don't believe that fate is just an excuse and a synonym for the weak."

The peacock arrowroot kept shaking, as if laughing.

"Zi is silent: strange, powerful, chaotic, god." The peacock arrowroot said softly, "What miracles have happened in those past years is no longer something you can understand. ”

"You...... What is it? Feng Feng Rong couldn't suppress the doubts in his heart anymore, and asked loudly in his heart, "What is this place, why did I become like this, how can I change back!" ”

"Calm down, you need to go back to this era and get some things done, and at that time, it is up to you to decide whether to go or stay." The peacock's indistinct voice suddenly became serious.

"As for me, I'm just a flower that has lived for more than 1,700 years."

"Don't worry, when the time comes, you will go back, but whether you want to go back at that time depends on your choice." Peacock arrowroot kept saying.

"When the time comes... When was that? Feng Rong couldn't help but ask.

"Love, no one can resist the arrangement of fate, and no one can foresee fate, everyone in this world, every flower, every living being, we are practicing all the time, the same, every living being has a different cause and effect, your cause and effect is here, so you are destined to return here, even if you don't come back now, your next life will also come back."

Feng Rong is a little depressed, fate is irresistible, yes, he can come here from that world, isn't it fate?

Since it is inevitable that you have come here, let's live well.

I couldn't help but sigh in my heart, Feng Feng Rong gradually calmed down, and in the bottom of my heart, I still accepted the fact that I was in ancient times, and began to care about my situation instead.

She has never been a weakling, and she does not allow herself to become weak.

Feeling the change in the mood of the amorous Rong, the peacock arrowroot shook the leaves and laughed, and continued: "Don't worry, you will remember all the memories of this body, good and bad, you will remember, but you don't need to do anything deliberately, be yourself and go the way you want to go, this is fate." ”

Feng Rong nodded, the peacock arrowroot no longer swayed, and a little light floated from the leaves and dispersed with the wind.

"Only the proud can walk on the road of pride." After saying the last sentence, the peacock arrowroot no longer made a sound, and the thick leaves hung down and turned into an ordinary potted plant.

Feng Rong let go of the hand that had been placed on the leaf, and was a little stunned for a while, and he was silent: strange, force, chaos, god. What is fate, only those who go down in the end are qualified to know, and ...... Change!

The corners of Feng Rong's mouth are slightly hooked, and if you come to it, you will be safe.

Outside the door, Bishui, who was driven out, was pacing back and forth anxiously, and suddenly, a group of people in the distance walked into the West Wing Courtyard, Bishui was startled and quickly knocked on the door.

"Miss, the king is in charge, they are here."

"The king is in charge?" Feng Rong was stunned, what kind of king is in charge?

"Who?" Opening the door, Feng Rong looked at the nervous blue water, and asked calmly.

"It's the king in charge next to the prince, the one who told the prince to marry you to the sixth prince." Bishui was so anxious that she was about to jump up, what's wrong with Miss, why don't you even know Wang Zhang's affairs!

"Got it, I didn't react just now." Feng Rong casually made up an excuse to fool the past, and while they were talking, the king had already come to the door.

"County Lord, the prince asks you to go to the attic now, there is something important to discuss." Wang Kun stood outside the door and said loudly, quite rude.

"I know, I'll go over now, thank you for the king." Feng Rong frowned, and then replied loudly.

"That's good, please hurry up, it's not good to let the prince wait for a long time." Outside the door, Wang Kun sneered and turned to leave.

Even her father used her as a weight to seize power and sent her to marry the sixth prince, and he didn't need to care about any deference or disrespect.

With a disdainful smile on his face, Wang Kun turned around and left with his subordinates, and inside the house, Feng Feng Rong was still digesting the memories in his head, trying to find a way out for himself.

The political situation in Zhou Nanguo was really chaotic, and he couldn't figure out any clear and feasible ideas for a while, and after thinking about it for a long time, Feng Fengrong felt that his head was starting to hurt.

Let's take it one step at a time. Feng Feng Rong sighed secretly, the time is too short, if she is given a week or so, she will be able to sort out the situation in Zhou Nanguo, but unfortunately she has no time now, and the second is limited by the identity of this body, although she was named the county lord, she couldn't get timely and effective news, and now it is imminent, but she can only sigh empty.

"Let's go, go see my father." After straightening the clothes on his body, Feng Rong walked out of the West Wing Courtyard with Bishui and went straight to the attic on the east side.