Feng Ling stood up with the strength of Xingye's arm, and while letting her dress for herself, he whispered in her ear: "You have been following Concubine Yang Shu for a long time, and you have seen a lot, let me ask you, will what she entrusted yesterday happen?" ”

Xingye lowered his head and thought about it, and nodded in surprise: "In this way, it is really good, every time I go to the state to meet, those vassal kings must invite the saint to have a competition, sometimes it is a bow and horse riding and shooting, sometimes it is a bow hunting, and after the competition, the saint is called 'Tian Khan'." Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"Yesterday, Concubine Yang Shu specially came to me to instruct, and I guessed a few points, if it weren't for the fact that those vassal kings who met me had to do something every time, how could she talk to me about that." Feng Ling rubbed his dizzy head and said with a wry smile: "If I can't claim to be sick today, whether it's true or not, when I get to Yang Shufei, it will become a pretext." If I can hold on, why should I sin against her? ”

"Gu Niangzi is really clever and thoughtful, and she can't complain that the saint is willing to hand over the tax matters." Xingye's tone was unabashedly proud, as if she had been praised.

There is a palace maid who brought in a women's beard dress with carmine and tooth-colored beaded embroidery. Xingye took the robe and sent the palace maid to prepare the plain powder for makeup. She put her hand on Feng Ling's forehead, and she was so shocked that she withdrew her hand, and the more it burned, the hotter it became. She hesitated: "It is said that now Gu Niangzi is the first in front of the holy car, so there is no need to be afraid of anyone, since she is sick, she will make it clear to the saint, why bother to hold on." ”

Feng Ling smiled and said nothing, her heart was like a fire, Zhuzhi wanted her to hold on to her sick body so that she could act for Yang Shufei, but Xingye was worried about her body and didn't want her to go. The two were sent to her together, and by now, the camp is clear.

She packed up her robe and went out of the inner room to sit down in front of the large bronze mirror on the dressing table. She knew in her heart that she was unwilling to offend Yang Shufei second, and the first reason was that she understood that the sage treated her well, she adhered to the way of communication, and wanted to repay him, but he was the supreme king, and she couldn't come up with anything decent to repay her, and only at this time, when he needed it, she could stand up.

Even if Xingye's heart was completely biased towards the side of the wind spirit, these words could not be explained to her.

A basin of cold water had been prepared by the mirror, and Feng Ling did not hesitate to bury her face in the cold water, and the cold water quickly sobered her up and subsided the burning on her face. After repeating it several times, she raised her head from the water, wiped the water off her face with a cloth, and ordered someone to comb her light snail bun.

Xingye bit her lower lip and looked at her on the side, such a woman, she had never seen it, and everyone said that she was cool Xiao, the Yinghua lady who could lead the troops to fight, and it was probably true.

After a while, Feng Ling stood up from the makeup mirror, and he was already refreshed, no different from before. It happened that someone from Hanfeng Hall came to urge, so she quit the two of them and set off.

Seeing the court of Cuiwei Palace, the wind spirit does not have to show up. She followed the palace people of Hanfeng Hall to the side of the bow field and waited, and there were already horse slaves outside the field who brushed the healthy horses to shine. Feng Ling waited for nothing to do, wandering around the sidelines to watch the horses.

Among the twenty or thirty horses, she recognized at a glance the five-flowered horse that she had tamed when she entered the palace the day before. She couldn't help but laugh in her heart: Concubine Yang Shufei was really thoughtful, and even the horse was prepared for her. She was about to go up to see the good horse, which was nominally hers, when she saw a slender man come up to brush his horse's mane.

The wind spirit stood still, and wondered in his heart: there were still a few horses that had not been brushed, and the five-flowered horses had been brushed shiny, so why did he ignore those unbrushed horses, but instead brushed the five-flowered horses again? It was as if someone had instructed her to take special care of the horse, as if he knew that she would have to bow to-day.

The manu brushed his horse's mane, and saddled his saddle for a long time, discarded the brush in his hand to brush the mane, and turned and left.

The moment he turned around, Feng Ling only felt that his posture seemed to be too light, and he did not look like a vulgar horse slave who had been with horses for many years. And the departing back looks very familiar, but I can't remember why it looks familiar.

She wanted to catch up and find out, but the bells and drums rang out in unison, and the solemn ritual music was a great work, signaling the arrival of the saint and Ashina Helu. She was already weak-hearted, and she was stimulated by the drums, so she inevitably panicked, and hurriedly stood up with her head down behind the saint's throne step by step.

After a while, the honor guard came over, and when it got closer, the music gradually subsided, replaced by a rough laughter, and the wind spirit felt tense in the bottom of her heart, how could she not distinguish this laughter, every time she was cornered, there would be this wolf-like laughter that was bound to win.

She clenched her fists tightly, her nails dug deep into her palms, and a layer of cold sweat unconsciously broke out on her back, and when the wind blew, it became more and more cold. She subconsciously wanted to raise her eyes to look at the crowd of people surrounding the holy car, and wanted to find the figure of Fu Yanyan in the position of the left and right guards, she secretly said to herself: just one look, just one look, as long as you see him there, you have nothing to fear.

The laughter was getting closer and closer to her, and even the laughter of the saint could be heard clearly, and the wind spirit was almost about to look up, but in an instant reason stopped her: how can she come today, if she was on duty last night, and she didn't sleep all night? And the sage knew that he and Helu had a deep grudge in the western frontier, so how could such a scene summon him.

Feng Ling took a deep breath, pressed the panic in his heart, lowered his head, bowed down with a group of palace eunuchs, civil and military ministers, and got up with everyone, and waited for Li Shimin and He Lu to enter the seat, and then stood quietly on the side.

Li Shimin raised the wine and made a covenant with the blood of Helu, and the two drank the wine dripping with blood together, and the cries of praise around them rang out in unison.

Everything went smoothly and smoothly, Feng Ling quietly let go of his clenched fist, slightly moved his neck full of cold sweat, and said in his heart: If it can continue like this, Helu may not be able to find out, and today can be regarded as a mess.

The ceremonial officials began to announce that the golfers on both sides of the bow came forward to meet them. First there were a few Turks from the Helu tribe, and then there were the Tang people, led by the crown prince Li Zhi, and two young and vigorous princes.

"Liu Shuang, the guard of the East Palace." Then the name was reported, but the spirit of the teaching was startled, and the fist that was released was suddenly clenched again, He Lu may not notice her, but Liu Shuang walked up the stairs head-on, and he couldn't dodge it.

Feng Ling raised his eyes slightly, facing a pair of smiling eyes full of meaning, and saw her standing behind the saint, but there was no surprise at all.

Feng Ling lowered her eyes again, and her current situation was to hold her breath to avoid the fierce tiger in front of her, and she had to watch out for the jackal below that would pounce on her at any time and bite hard. She had no other way but to secretly pray for Bodhisattva's protection.