Zhou Qingqing looked at the four walls of the carriage with a frightened expression, then fell on the face of the man opposite, and asked word by word: "Who are you?" ”

"What? It's only been a few days since I saw you, and you don't recognize me? Feng Xiao hooked her lips and smiled lightly, looking at her with a puzzled expression.

"Feng Xiao, what are you going to do?"

Feng Xiao slowly lifted the carriage curtain, looked out, and said lightly: "Take you back to Beizhao." ”

Zhou Qingqing was stunned, and suddenly smiled: "Feng Xiao, do you want to use me to contain the prince?" It's naïve. ”

Feng Xiao put her hand down, turned her head to face him, and smiled: "Qingqing, I have been by Qin Zhen's side for ten years, I know better than you what kind of person he is." He attaches great importance to love and righteousness, but in the face of the great cause of the country, love and righteousness are not so important. ”

"And what are you doing with me?" Zhou Qingqing's eyes narrowed slightly, "Could it be that you want to take revenge for a knife?" ”

Feng Xiao chuckled lightly and sighed: "Your knife really disappointed me, if it wasn't for saving you, how could I have exposed my identity so quickly, but not only are you not grateful, but you □□ a knife." With that, he looked at her and paused, "But I won't bother with you." As for the reason why I arrested you to go to Beizhao, it was because I wanted to protect you. ”

"Protect me?" Zhou Qingqing seemed to have heard a big joke.

Feng Xiao was a little straight: "Sooner or later, Xiqin is in the bag of our Northern Zhao, you come with me to Northern Zhao, and I will find a peaceful place for you." ”

Zhou Qingqing sneered: "We are not related, why do you want to do this?" ”

Feng Xiao glanced at her lightly: "Why did I save you in the first place, why do I take you away now!" ”

Zhou Qingqing didn't understand what he said, and he didn't want to continue to delve into it, so he looked him up and down: "Who are you?" ”

Feng Xiao smiled at the corner of her mouth, and asked instead of answering: "What do you say?" ”

His voice fell, and a voice came from outside: "Lord Wang, there is Jingyun Mountain ahead, are we camping in the village, and we will continue to set off tomorrow." ”

"Okay." Feng Xiao replied lightly.

Zhou Qingqing frowned and looked at him in disbelief, and only slowly spoke after a long time: "You are Zhao Nianzhi, the king of Northern Zhao Rui?" ”

Feng Xiao smiled: "Qingqing really showed off her wisdom, and she reacted immediately." ”

Zhou Qingqing frowned and shook his head: "No, you are not from Beizhao, you are the Luo clan in Shuzhong." ”

Feng Xiao was slightly stunned, and then the smile on the corner of her mouth became even worse, she looked at her directly, and said in a low voice: "Then who do you say I am from the Luo family?" ”

Zhou Qingqing's mind flashed back to the scene in Luo's cemetery that day, the tombstones of all sizes. She was a little confused and had no clue for a while.

Feng Xiao's voice came in a low voice: "You also touched my tombstone that day." ”

Zhou Qingqing suddenly woke up and looked at him with wide eyes: "Are you Luo Nianzhi, the youngest son of Luo Jing, the king of Shu?" ”

Feng Xiao was eating and laughing, but those dark eyes were filled with a hint of resentment in this laughter, so the smile became colder and colder, and more and more ridiculed.

He laughed for a long time before stopping, and then slowly spoke, saying word by word: "Luo Nianzhi!" I haven't heard anyone call it since I was six years old. I'm Feng Xiao and Zhao Nianzhi, but I can't do Luo Nianzhi. He paused and smiled again, "But it doesn't matter, soon, those who owe us the Luo clan will come back, and our Luo clan will be revived, and I will let the whole world know Luo Nianzhi and the son of Luo Jing, the king of Shu." ”

Zhou Qingqing looked at him with some horror. He still remembered that day in the cemetery, she stroked the vague name on the tombstone with her hand, and sighed for the five-year-old child underground. At that time, Feng Xiao, no, it should be said that Luo Nianzhi said that when a five-year-old child saw a river of blood, it was difficult to get rid of his resentment even if he was afraid of excess.

It turned out that he was actually talking about himself.

was tragically destroyed at the age of five, and he was incognito for ten years. Zhou Qingqing frowned and looked at him: "So Queen Luo is your mother?" And she is not surnamed Luo, the surname of the crown husband is to not forget the blood feud of the Luo family? ”

Feng Xiao nodded: "Back then, Shuzhong was bloodbathed by Western Qin, and my mother took me away with the help of others, leaving a bloodline for my father. Later, we came to Yanbei to settle down, just to one day take revenge and revive the Luo family. ”

Now, he obviously didn't plan to hide it anymore.

He has a sharp expression, calm and determined, no longer like the previous deputy general Feng Xiao of Western Qin, Feng Xiao in the past was as gentle as jade, always with a little sad depression, which made people feel that this person had a miserable life, but his personality was gentle and benevolent. But who knows that it's just a play, and this play has been done for ten years.

His life experience is indeed tragic, but for a long ten years, a person can do this kind of leakage, Zhou Qingqing only feels that this person is extremely terrifying.

But the next moment, Feng Xiao showed a soft smile from before: "Qingqing, don't worry, I won't hurt you." I took you to Beizhao because your younger brother Zhou Xun is now working as a proton in Beizhao. Don't you want to see him? ”

Zhou Qingqing's expression changed greatly: "Why do you want Xun'er to be a proton?" ”

Feng Xiao smiled: "Didn't you guess the reason?" ”

Zhou Qingqing said: "It turns out that your alliance with the Southern Zhou Dynasty is just a show? ”

Feng Xiao said with a smile: "The Southern Zhou Dynasty has rotted to the bones, and sooner or later it will perish." Rather than be destroyed in the hands of Western Qin, it is better for me to accept it, after all, I am also a native of the Southern Zhou Dynasty. ”

Zhou Qingqing sneered lightly with disdain and ignored him no longer.

Feng Xiao was not angry, looked at her with a smile, closed her eyes lightly and leaned back, she was a little tired.

Zhou Qingqing looked at him quietly, if he didn't know his identity, at this time, this person looked over, he was a handsome and gentle man.

After a month of stop-and-go, the army finally entered the capital of Yandu in Northern Zhao. Previously, Yandu was originally a domain of the Southern Zhou Dynasty, and the king of Yan, Zhou Li, supported the army and stood on his own, and the Northern Zhao then annexed the Yan State, returned Zhou Li to the Southern Zhou court, and took advantage of this alliance with the Southern Zhou, and divided the Yan State into two, half of which was sent back to the Southern Zhou, and the other half was divided into the territory of the Northern Zhao, including the Yan capital.

Northern Zhao entered Yanshan and moved the capital here, and it was inevitable to take another step.

The prosperity of Yandu is not inferior to Jinling and Xijing, but it is just a northern scenery, and it is another scenery. Along the way, Zhou Qingqing tried to escape several times, but each time before it could be implemented, he died silently.

Feng Xiao was thoughtful, those dark and heavy eyes seemed to be able to see people's hearts at a glance, Zhou Qingqing knew that there was no hope of escaping. So with the steps of the Northern Zhao army returning to the dynasty, it became farther and farther away from Western Qin, and the sun set, and he was taken to Yandu unconsciously.