The sky cleared, and after the heavy rain, the farmsteads in the fields were covered with a layer of water and renewed.

Huan Ying put her hands on her shoulders and looked at Yang Xian with a thief-proof expression.

"What did you do with Sister Su Ying last night?"

"It's just that she likes to study magic weapons, so she came to my room to study the dragon cone, and she was fascinated for a while, so she stayed a little late."

Although they have only known each other for one day, it is obvious that Huan Ying has a good impression of the nine-tailed demon fox.

"Who are you fooling? It must have been some kind of conspiracy by you to trick Sister Su Ying into your room. If I hadn't found out sooner, you'd have plotted something wrong! ”

“.......”

Yang Xian was really impressed by Huan Ying's imagination. Helplessly, he shrugged his shoulders and ran to the side to collect firewood.

But Huan Ying obviously didn't mean to let him go, wherever Yang Xian went, she followed?

"Don't go! Isn't it empty-hearted? Am I right? You just look at people and want to plot against them, don't you? ”

Jing Wei'er stood aside, watching this scene, with mixed feelings in her heart.

Last night, she found that Su Ying had entered Yang Xian's room. The first thing that came to mind was to stir up Huan Ying. Jing Bei'er was afraid that Su Ying would be unfavorable to Yang Xian, and she was also afraid that there would be something between them.

This is a very contradictory mentality, even Jing Wei'er himself can't tell. She doesn't know what she's doing? I don't know why I'm doing this? I don't know where I stand in this matter?

Jing Bei'er wanted to forget the things in the cave very chicly, but she found that her heart was always touched by that man.

Every move, every word, is a concern for the abnormal.

I still remember that year, the mountains were covered by heavy snow, and the weather in the grassland was extremely cold. Her master was dressed in a white dress, standing in the snowy region, suddenly like a fairy.

Jing Bottle's master is a great beauty, and even the years have not left a trace on her body. But in Jing Bottle's memory, there was always sorrow on that beautiful face, and there was deep sadness in his eyes.

The young Jing Bottler once asked, why is the master always worried?

Her master just smiled slightly, and said that the deceased had passed away and could not be traced.

Although Jing Bei'er didn't understand the complicated emotions in these words, she also understood that her master was for a man.

When she was young, Jing Bei'er once wondered why her master was so stupid? As long as Jing Bottler hooks her hand, there will be a large group of men around her.

But now, she finally got a little bit of it.

Xiaoxiao Ma Ming, let Jing Bottle's thoughts return to reality.

A Rogay carriage, escorted by a dozen knights, came to the farm.

"What is this?"

An attendant stepped out of the carriage and gathered the eyes of most of the people in the farm.

"Where is Wang Ren?"

The waiter's voice was high-pitched, but the volume was very loud, Yang Xian, who was picking up firewood on the side, and Huan Ying, who was nagging him, were shocked by this sound.

Yang Xian walked to the door of the farm and heard the voice of the waiter.

"You're Wang Ren?"

Yang Xian nodded, but saw that the attendant took out a holy decree from the box next to him.

"Receiving the will of the Son of Heaven."

Yang Xian bowed, and the attendant unfolded the holy decree with red and black borders, and read it aloud.

"On the fifth day of the sixth month of the seventh year of Yonghe, the emperor said: Wang Ren has made contributions to the country, and he will consult the doctor, and the rank will be 600 stones."

A short sentence surprised everyone present.

How many years have passed, and since Jinzi returned to Shendu and became a puppet in the hands of Huan Wu, there are only a handful of wills she has made.

And this time, the Son of Heaven actually bypassed Shangshutai and Lianghou Mansion, and directly gave a guest secretary of Lianghou Mansion a counselor.

The official is not big, but the matter is not small.

Yang Xian smiled in his heart and bowed down to accept the holy decree.

"Thank you for the kindness of the Son of Heaven."

Lianghou Mansion.

Huan Wu has not been in a good mood at all recently, because the envoy of Shu Yang Chun is approaching, and even more because of the holy decree suddenly issued by the Son of Heaven.

Huan Wu summoned two or three close subordinates to discuss the matter. Including Zhao Ye, the three people present were all old men who had followed Huan Wu for decades.

Twenty years ago, Huan Wu welcomed the Son of Heaven to the Divine Capital, and they followed behind Huan Wu, seeing that the Great Zhou Son of Heaven had re-ascended to the throne where her ancestors had sit.

The Son of Heaven is a treasure weapon used by Huan Wu to command the world, but the Son of Heaven has never been willing to become a treasure in the hands of Huan Wu.

In the past twenty years, the Son of Heaven has only made a few moves. But every time, it made them tremble, as if they were facing a great enemy.

The time when Zhao Ye was most impressed, the Son of Heaven summoned the great Sima Yang Zhong to Beijing to meet him. Yang Zhong was ordered by the Son of Heaven to gather 100,000 troops, wanting to go north out of the Central Plains, drink Ma Heluo, and point his sword at the divine capital. I still remember that year, as soon as Yang Zhong's order came out, the Quartet responded, and the world gathered.

That time, the gods were panicked, and Huan Wu and his subordinates were even more at the end of the world. Later, due to Yang Zhong's early death, a military disaster was eliminated.

The most recent was twelve years ago, when the barbarians on the border rebelled. The Son of Heaven named Xuzhou Mu Chen Shi as the general of the expedition to the east, and went north to defend against the enemy during the holiday.

Chen Shi had an army of 80,000 troops, marched all the way west, and captured fifteen large cities in a row, and the Central Plains almost fell. Chen Shilie's soldiers are on the outskirts of the gods, and his reputation is great. After being counterplotted by Zhao Ye, Chen Shi finally died in the hands of his own people, and Huan Wu regained the lost land.

Since that time, the rift between Huan Wu and the Son of Heaven has deepened. Although he didn't tear his face, Huan Wu's surveillance of the Son of Heaven became more and more close, and he installed henchmen inside and outside the palace to exclude dissidents, almost emptying the Son of Heaven.

Up to now, the place where the Son of Heaven was able to maintain control had shrunk to the area around his own dormitory.

Twelve years have passed, and the years are long, but Zhao Ye still remembers the methods of the Son of Heaven, and he does not dare to underestimate them at all.

"Lord, Yang Chun is approaching, and the mind of the Son of Heaven is afraid to move again."

Huan Wu took a deep breath and said with a smile: "I know. It's just that I don't know, what is the intention of the Son of Heaven? ”

A guest of the Lianghou Mansion has the ability to refine medicine, what can he do? Huan Wu really couldn't figure it out, what did the Son of Heaven want to do?

On that day, Fang Yuting brought the meridian back and wrote down the whole matter as a document to report. Speaking of the mysterious woman, by the way, Wang Ren picked up the meridian Yue. Huan Wu didn't care, who knew that after sending a copy of the paperwork, the Son of Heaven would react like this?

"I haven't seen the Son of Heaven for many years. Today's son, the chess power of the Son of Heaven is getting more and more profound! ”

Huan Wu never thought that Xia Yunqi would have a whim, and he named an unknown boy as an official of six hundred stones, just for interest. This seemingly random move, with its deep meaning, is unpredictable for him.

"Twelve years later, the Son of Heaven has struck again. I always have to give her a face, and I should do this. ”