The cloudy sky flashed a tortuous and shocking electric light, instantly reflecting the white and hideous faces of the black-clothed people everywhere, the wind blew up the green grass on the hillside like a wave, the electric light went out and it was a pitch black silence, the dull thunder rumbled, and suddenly exploded a thunderbolt, the wind became stronger and stronger in the electric thunder, but it was only light thunder and no rain.

The slender and proud figure stood in the middle of this corpse, holding a long sword, and the suffocating side face that was originally as beautiful as a demon was now full of a strong aura of killing.

Countless rain channels in the night sky were overwhelmingly tilted down, and because the rain was too heavy, he had already led him to look down on the one in front of him, and the large water mist obscured his vision and became more and more blurred in the rain.

Looking through the layers of water curtains, he grasped the two black shadows approaching him in front of him without any omission, the bow was like a full moon, the arrow was like a meteor, and the condensation sword pierced through the rain curtain, and the speed did not slow down in the slightest, the two silver lights flashed rapidly, and the black shadow trembled violently in the rain, and then slowly fell down.

The sword plunged straight into the ground, and the man's left arm was wounded in the fierce fight just now, and the red blood stained the pure white sleeves of his shirt with the rain, but he stood proudly.

In the distance, two guards in strong uniforms dragged their seriously injured bodies towards him, and when they saw that the master was injured, one of them rushed forward and helped the master: "Lord Wang! ”

Feng Lian put his right hand on his left arm, his narrow phoenix eyes stared at the injured place, painful, and said indifferently: "It's okay!" ”

Glancing at the corpses all over the ground, Min Ying and Zuo Meng glanced at each other, understood, and immediately started to check one by one, and found a rain-soaked envelope on the last two people who fell, the handwriting on it was blurred, but the vermilion seal could be clearly seen, and hurriedly said: "Lord Wang!" There is a letter! ”

Feng Lian's black hair was drenched by the heavy rain, and there were a few broken hairs sticky on his forehead, and his handsome face became more and more white.

Stretched out his hand to take the letter in Zuo Meng's hand, and said in a deep voice: "Go home!" ”

In the Listening Wind Tower, after Zuo Meng treated the wound on the left arm of the prince, he stayed in the room with Min Ying to prevent the assassins from attacking again.

Feng Lian sat quietly in the pool and bathed, holding the letter on the man in black in his hand, looking at the stamps on it, the narrow and charming phoenix eyes narrowed slightly, and opened the envelope that was already damp on the outside, and the letter paper inside was unharmed.

Take out the stationery, spread it out and read "Wow"

Feng Lian sat up abruptly and put on a wide robe, and his eyes, which had always remained calm, appeared a little solemn.

Seeing this, Zuo Meng and Min Ying stepped forward together: "Lord Wang, what happened?" ”

Feng Lian put on a wide robe, handed the letter paper in his hand to Zuo Meng, paced to the bookcase, and kept pulling the jade wrench on his thumb with his right hand behind him, this action would only appear when he was in an impetuous mood.

Zuo Meng and Min Ying haven't seen their prince like this for a long time, what happened, the two couldn't wait to look at the letter, and their expressions were the same, and they looked extremely angry.

Min Ying is not good at words, but his temper is very big, and the hand under the sleeve robe is unconsciously clenched into a fist, and the sound at the joints can be vaguely heard.

"Lord Wang, do you want to send troops to Southern Xia?"

The left brow is deeply locked.

Feng Lian turned the jade wrench with his right hand, the action was obvious, and he raised his hand to signal Rong to discuss later, he turned around and said, "Go down!" ”

Zuo Meng and Min Ying were also injured at the same time, and the two knew that the prince didn't say it, but they still cared about them in their hearts, but who would protect the prince when they were resting?

In this huge palace, in addition to the family and guards, the prince does not even have a maid by his side, and there should be someone around the prince to take care of him...... Zuo Meng and Min Ying saluted the prince and said goodbye, exited the door, and the two of them coincidentally chose to stand at the door as door gods, habitually looking at each other, and smiling at each other's tacit understanding.

Dajing Shenwu Temple is located in the southeast side of the Yasukuni Imperial Palace, is the Yasukuni Sacrifice Tiansi Temple, covers an area of more than 300 acres, the whole temple is built according to the Yin and Yang Bagua Array, the structure is a Bagua shaped column, the diameter is 100 zhang long, 300 zhang high, from the outside to the inside, there are three layers of enclosed walls, by the front hall, the middle hall, the three major halls of the back view of the heavenly hall constitute a three-layer closed Shenwu Palace.

Guantian Hall stands at the rear of the whole building group, the top of the heavy eaves of the palace, the triple white marble Sumeru pedestal, the stone guardrail around it, the main beams in the hall are covered with agarwood, the other components are precious golden silk nanmu, the ceiling and the corridor pillars are carved with the extraordinary style of the gods.

There are matching halls on both sides of the main hall, the east side hall is dedicated to the high priest spirit seat of the past dynasties, and the west side hall is dedicated to the holy goddess of Shenwu.

The front of the platform royal road is carved with dragon stone, lion stone and sea beast stone in turn, which is covered with a layer of golden halo in the morning light, and the whole temple of Guantian reveals a mysterious taste in solemnity.

Cai Hongwu, the high priest who was over the age of old, changed into sacrificial clothes in the side hall, walked slowly into the main hall, and followed him with a solemn face on the left and right protectors, and after entering the altar, the high priest said in a low voice: "Wait a minute!" ”

The Dharma protector retreated, and the door of the temple was slowly closed.

Looking at the celestial phenomena from the day, a touch of divine light is faint from the eastern sky, all of a sudden, the sky is as dark as night, the clouds are connected with nine stars, a ray of light shines through the clouds to the east, and suddenly, the dim sky gradually brightens, and the magical scene is gone.

"Born with a vision, I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse!"

Cai Hongwu whispered.

In the Kyoto General's Mansion, Jian Ke woke up in severe pain, and the heart-rending pain was no less than that of advanced lung cancer, and the pain of this kind of skin and flesh being torn alive was unimaginable to ordinary people.

"Wake up, Miss, wake up!"

There was a faint sound of a girl crying in her ears, and the voice sounded old, although it was crying, it was full of youthful vitality.

Jian Ke opened his eyes weakly, weakly looking for the source of the sound, but closed his eyes again in vain because he was too tired.

She had a long dream, full of a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl's miserable past, although she was the eighth lady of the general's mansion, but because her mother was a concubine, and she died of blood collapse when she gave birth to her, this eighth lady has almost not had a good life since she was a child.

General Jian Yanfeng, because he guards the border all the year round, rarely returns to the capital for more than ten years, and he can't take care of this child who is not treated well in the house.

Miss Eight is also called Jian Ke, because she was born to a concubine according to the ancestral teachings, she can only be named with a single word, she is the only daughter of the General's Mansion, and there are seven brothers born to the main mother of the Luo family, and the seven Langs of the Jian family are all famous from Wuwei.

It has been more than half a month since Jian Ke woke up again, and she lay on the bed for more than ten days before she could really get out of bed, although she had a preliminary understanding of the original situation of this body in her dream, she also knew nothing, and she didn't even know why she was beaten.

Maybe there is no real reason for being beaten, Luo Shi is just just angry with her, what kind of grudge does this Luo family have with the thirteen or fourteen-year-old little girl that makes her hold such a grudge against Miss Eight?

The girl who begged the Luo family in Jian Ke's ear that day was the maid who served her closely, and the maid's name was Danqing, who was five or six years older than Jian Ke.

Danqing has been serving Jian Ke since she was eight years old, and she is like a little adult on weekdays, and the original Jian Ke is very dependent on this girl.

"Miss, the slave maid has boiled red date porridge for you, Miss drink a little!"

Danqing held the porcelain bowl in his hand and gently stirred it with a spoon and walked towards Jian Ke.

Hearing this, Jian Ke sat up and couldn't help but smile at the girl, and her smile contained a hint of gratitude: "Okay!" ”

Since Miss Eight woke up and saw Miss Smiling for the first time, Danqing felt that her young lady had been more introverted since she was a child, and she could even be said to be a little muna, but this time after being tortured by the eldest lady like this, she seemed to have changed a person, but she couldn't tell why it was different.

It's not that Jian Ke didn't notice Danqing's scruntling eyes, but she is not a person who is good at explaining to others, and she has secrets hidden in her heart, although she is helpless, she can't explain it.

Slowly tasting the tasteless red date porridge, Jian Ke's eating appearance was quite beautiful, and Danqing looked at the young lady and smiled.

Danqing has been by Miss's side for many years, and knows that Miss is not valued by the General's Mansion, and the eldest lady does not give Miss the education she deserves, but Danqing feels that today's Miss is such a famous lady as if it is natural, and it is not pretentious at all.

Taking the empty bowl, Dan Qing wiped the corners of her lips with a soft towel for Miss, thinking of her Miss's hard work over the years, she felt a little sad in her heart, she said unintentionally: "Miss, the slave maid heard from the steward in the front yard that the general has returned to the court after beating the winning staff!" You will be able to arrive in the capital in a few days! ”

Jian Ke raised his eyebrows, and didn't react too much, just nodded his head to talk.

That dispensable general's father, whether she returns home or not is not important to her, she is not the real Jian Ke, even the original Jian Ke may not have much expectation for this father.