Chapter Forty-Nine—Fate is Impermanent
The three thousand purple gold forbidden troops behind him converged behind Zhang Lingyi and Lin Feng. Zhang Lingyi in front of him couldn't help but bow down and smile slightly when he heard Zhang He's words, and bowed slightly to Zhang He in front of him. Then in an extremely cold voice, he said indifferently: "A certain talent has not been valued in the family since he was a child. The reason why a certain person was able to do this step is not to say anything else. But at least, I know who really values me, General Chen Jie, Prime Minister Li Dan, they are all discerning adults. Although he knew that he was inferior to them, he also knew that the reason why he had grown to such a point was that he did not rely on the strength of any family. The reason why I have come here today is precisely for the stability of the country and the correct interests of the family. But, just rely on you, don't want to stop me!" Zhang Lingyi turned around and shouted to the three thousand purple gold forbidden army behind him: "Brothers, do it! Search for me! Whoever dares to stop will be killed!"
"It's impossible! Not to mention what the outcome is now. But with this, there is no evidence, even if you are now the general and governor of our Qi country, you can't search our house indiscriminately at this time, right? You must know that even if we are about to face the purge, at least now, you are not qualified to do so!" At this time, Lu Ming, who had been about to be delirious by Lin Feng's sudden counterattack, suddenly turned on his face with anger, looked at Lin Feng and Zhang Lingyi in front of him, and yelled at the two people in front of him with an almost crazy word.
A contemptuous smile appeared on Lin Feng's face, he enjoyed this expression and state as a victor. For him, there is nothing better than the feeling of crushing these three opponents of his life like ants. For the first time, Lin Feng's old face showed a smile of extreme contempt and contempt. He sneered and looked at the three family heads in front of him, who were now angry and corrupt. Lin Feng raised the holy decree in his hand to the three family masters in front of him, and said with a sneer: "Yes, it is indeed not easy to be able to keep your thoughts and tone at this time. It's just, I hope you can take a closer look at this holy decree, and decide whether you want to do it or not However, I will persuade you first, it's best not to be so rigid to the end, people, sometimes a little flexible, it's not a bad thing" After saying this, Lin Feng, who was already smiling in his heart but was not limited to his expression, directly threw the golden holy decree in his hand to Lu Ming, Zhang He, and Ye Hao in front of him.
Lin Feng bowed slightly to Zhang Lingyi beside him, and said to Zhang Lingyi with a smile: "General Zhang, maybe it's better for you to do what the Prime Minister asked you to do first." These three family heads, although they are not talented, can at least be persuaded to succeed."
After all, Zhang Lingyi is a general who has never experienced officialdom and has never been to Xuancheng, the capital of Qi several times. In addition, he is only in his early thirties now, and he is not very familiar with civil strife and intrigues. However, with his current status, there is no need to pay attention to these things at all. So, Zhang Lingyi arched his hand lightly, and said with a smile: "In this way, it will bother the old man."
Zhang Lingyi turned back and gave an order to the Zijin guards behind him: "In this way, even if you enter." According to the orders of the Prime Minister, go directly to the search! Don't let go of the slightest! In addition, the Prime Minister has already received an order, and we only need to search the house directly. There is no need to think about anything else! Those who dare to stop you do not need to be entangled, and there is no forgiveness for killing!"
"Yes!" The Purple Gold Forbidden Army behind them had already understood the joints. They don't explain much, either. Directly from behind Zhang Lingyi, there was no trace of politeness. The Purple Gold Forbidden Army has always been the most powerful and ruthless Praetorian Guard in the Qi Kingdom, and they don't need to reason with anyone at all
In the evening, on the third peak of the Qingming Mountains, on the top of the peak of the wind, a girl in a plain white dress leaned alone on a large rock on the bank of the top of the mountain, not knowing what to think there. At this moment, under an old ivy tree growing on the edge of the hill, this looming fire is lit there. And there, by chance, there was a soft shallow laughter. And now the girl in the long white dress sitting on the top of the cliff is now sitting under the bright moonlight, and her surroundings seem extremely quiet, and even the slightest footsteps can be heard very clearly.
This girl is none other than Her Royal Highness, the only real princess who is now the only real princess of the feudal country, Princess Liuli Bu Yuehan, and the pseudonym she walks outside is Jiang Yuehan, which is to commemorate the father-in-law who is now missing, and whose life and death are uncertain, and who is also the leader of the Demon Spirit Secret Envoy Alliance on the Qi State on the Demon Spirit Continent, Jiang Mingcheng. But this secret is only known to a very small number of people.
At this time, all the girl was thinking about was basically a series of her past. For her now, the past is like a book. Especially after coming to the Qingming Mountain Range, all kinds of predicaments facing death made Jiang Yuehan involuntarily recall his past. Now, after coming to the third peak of the Qingming Mountain Range, Feng Linfeng, her heart is even more. At this time, she stared at the full moon as bright as a white jade disc, and her heart couldn't help but think of her biological parents, her most respected and supported uncle, her most beloved eldest sister, and her father-in-law who loved her and taught her what she had learned all her life for free. Could it be because he was the former leader of the Fengzhan Society, the current Emperor of the Feudal Kingdom, the Holy Emperor, and the eldest princess Rong Le, who was rumored to be a strange woman of the feudal kingdom by the people? Every time he thought of this, Jiang Yuehan couldn't help but feel sad in his heart, leaving tears that were as clear as water. Today, even more, this crying is still full of some deep helplessness and sentimentality.
"Yuehan, I have something I want to tell you" Just when Jiang Yuehan was sad and wept sadly, a simple torch held in her hand in the distance behind her slowly approached her, and from the firelight, Jiang Yuehan saw Feng Yuchong's slightly thin, but very resolute figure. Jiang Yuehan gently wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, and asked with a forced smile, "Yu Chong, is there something wrong?" Feng Yuchong was now holding the temporary torch used by the dead wood and vines in his right hand, but with his left hand, he slowly stuffed a slightly old letter into Jiang Yuehan's hand in front of him. Jiang Yuehan was slightly stunned, and took the torch in Feng Yuchong's right hand, when Jiang Yuehan's pretty face saw the words on the letter for the first time, Jiang Yuehan's expression suddenly froze in place, and her pretty face became pale without the slightest brilliance. Feng Yuchong didn't dare to disturb her, but he silently held the torch in his hand, standing not far from Jiang Yuehan, silently looking at Jiang Yuehan, who had now fallen into a sluggishness.
After a long time, Jiang Yuehan spoke quietly, but this time, Feng Yuchong couldn't hear the slightest emotion from Jiang Yuehan's voice, and this cold look was a deep helplessness when Feng Yuchong heard it. "Since you have already seen my sister, you must know my sister's whereabouts and movements, why didn't you tell me the first time you saw me!" Feng Yuchong was also very helpless, and told his troubles, but Jiang Yuehan was still talking to himself there as if he hadn't heard it, "My sister has had a headache since she was a child, and she doesn't know how to do it now." Maybe, maybe it's already now" Jiang Yuehan didn't dare to say any more, she slowly opened the letter in her hand and looked at it completely. After watching it this time, Jiang Yuehan's face once again showed a deep expression, but this time the expression was despair, deep despair in the bone marrow. This unforgettable throbbing and desperate look, among Feng Yuchong's most painful things, such an incident also happened.
Gao Hanyue's mother died tragically, and they fell into the big net that Chen Jie had already arranged, and after they desperately escaped, the expression on Gao Hanyue's face was almost the same as Jiang Yuehan now. Thinking of this, Feng Yuchong couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and hurriedly asked, "Yuehan, are you okay?"
Jiang Yuehan let out a long laugh, slowly stood up, and clenched the letter in his hand tightly. Raising a stubborn head, he stared at the bright moon that was now as bright as snow and seemed to be close in front of him. As if he was talking to Feng Yuchong, he said as if he was talking to himself: "In my life, just like the bright moon that seems to be close at hand, it seems to be within reach. But can you really touch it? As I expected, my sister she."
Jiang Yuehan was completely choked, originally he was just because he was just a kind of confusion, but he never thought that Feng Yuchong's kind intention would become the last straw that crushed Jiang Yuehan. Jiang Yuehan slowly turned around and looked closely at Feng Yuchong in front of him with a look that seemed to have seen through everything. The red lips and teeth floated up and down slightly, as if they were about to say something. In the end, Jiang Yuehan still didn't say a word, just turned around and left so silently, Feng Yuchong didn't want to stop her, just looked at Jiang Yuehan silently, at this time, Feng Yuchong's thoughts also returned to the Xuanling River, Gao Hanyue's unreasonable back that was unwilling to fate and wanted the last battle, it seemed to be so deep and indifferent, lonely and lonely. Thinking of this, touching the deepest throbbing in Feng Yuchong's heart, Feng Yuchong couldn't help but let out a long sigh, the torch in his right hand gradually drooped down, he muttered hoarsely, and muttered to himself: "After all, in the battle with fate, who is right and who is wrong? Who is right and who is wrong?"