Others came to talk with wine, Mo Ti did not refuse to come, a pair of eyes became brighter and brighter the more he drank, it seemed that Mo said a thousand cups, even ten thousand cups could not pour him.

He didn't want to cause more trouble, so he only said to the public that his brother and sister were nobodies, and they just rushed to the capital to do something.

Feng Miaojun didn't dare to make eye contact with him, for fear that he would see the clues. After all, she had been with Mo Tizhun for many years, and the latter was very familiar with her.

Yun Jie didn't have this concern, and talked and laughed with others in the name of Chi Zhi, and even saluted Mo Tizhun for two glasses.

Feng Miaojun thought to herself, did this person never know how to write the word "afraid"?

The courage and bearing of the national teacher are really 108,000 miles away from her.

After only three rounds of wine, the atmosphere was already hot. Wei Wenxi, the deputy sect leader of the Cassia Sect, raised his head and simmered a sip of soju, and then said, "I saw a rare person in the town just now. ”

The people gathered here are all from all over the world, who can really say that they are rare?

The crowd laughed silently.

In fact, not only the envoys of various countries, but also the cultivator sects that rank up in the top row also sent representatives to observe the ceremony. It is said that in ancient times, there was no country on the continent, but there were many immortal sects, and they were full of wind and wind, and they also affected the general trend of the world;

The ratio of cultivators in the human race is already less than one, and even if the total number of cultivators in the six countries combined, it is really not worth mentioning compared to the human base.

It is a general rule that the smaller the number of people, the more united.

Moreover, not everyone is willing to be bound by the state apparatus, so there are sects that are divided into kings and have their own place. Such sectarian forces, which are self-reliant and not subject to the control of the state, are generally chosen at the borders of countries or in remote places, and their relationship with the state is very delicate.

The Cassia Sect is naturally one of them, and half of its sphere of influence is on land and half on the sea, which can be described as eating both land and sea, and living a very leisurely life. Wei Wenxi didn't hang everyone's appetite, and said directly: "That's the princess of Changle of the former Anxia Kingdom!"

As soon as the words fell, Mo Tizhun poured a sip of old wine, Yun Kuang's eyes were slightly condensed, and Princess Hanyue didn't react at all, and seemed to be still immersed in her own thoughts.

As the main master, Feng Miaojun showed surprise like everyone else, and looked up at Wei Wenxi.

Someone couldn't help but say, "Princess Changle is really here?"

Most people who like to chew the root of their tongues like the attention of others, so Wei Wenxi smiled and said, "Can there be a vacation? I saw her in Yan Kingdom two years ago." Now she is in the team of Yan Kingdom. By the way, her distant cousin Fu Lingchuan also came to the capital to watch the ceremony. ”

The message of this sentence is very high. Princess Changle came, Fu Lingchuan also came, or did they stay in the team of Yan Kingdom in a grand manner, indicating that they had the permission of King Yan for this trip, and even assigned?

Feng Miaojun was very interested.

Wei Wenxi said that the fake Princess Changle was in Qingyuan Town, in other words, less than five miles away from the lake. Since hearing that "Princess Changle" was active in Yan Kingdom a few years ago, Feng Miaojun has always been curious about her appearance and true identity, and now that the real and fake Princess Changle are less than a few miles away, she moved the idea of going to have a look.

This idea shouldn't be difficult to implement, right? Feng Miaojun's gaze returned to Yun Kui. For this princess of the dead country, Master Yun must also be interested. It's just that how is she going to speak?

Yun Kui felt her gaze and raised the wine glass in his hand to her: "Pour wine." ”

Feng Miaojun's expression changed only for a moment, and now it has long been restored to its original state, and no one can see the clues. Just as she was pouring wine for Yun Kui, an envoy from a small country smiled and said, "I don't know what the appearance is? Queen Anxia was crowned in the northern frontier in the past, and her reputation has been spread to us. ”

When men are drinking, how can there be fewer topics for women, especially beautiful women?

Wei Wenxi laughed twice: "Princess Changle is also a beauty, it is said that Yan Guo likes her many powerful people, but King Yan is sheltering her, and she has not found Ruyi Langjun until now." ”

Feng Miaojun also knows all this information. When she was in Jindu, Lu Chuanying would continue to deliver these external messages to her. At that time, he analyzed that King Yan was the master of great talent, but he liked to act arbitrarily, and it was not easy to get a favor from him.

Besides, the old country collapsed, and the princess of the dead country was a rootless duckweed, and there were many cases of sending people under the fence and having a bumpy fate. The fake princess Changle threw herself into the Yan Kingdom, and she was able to mix and thrive there, largely thanks to Fu Lingchuan's long-sleeved strategy.

From the analysis of the intelligence collected, her distant cousin is very capable.

Someone asked: "Although the Wei State has swallowed Anxia, the borders of Anxia, especially the eastern borders, have not been very peaceful in recent years, and this is related to Princess Changle?"

"Wei suppressed it many times, killing 30,000 or 40,000 people, and the uprising intensified. I have heard that the King of Wei has repeatedly criticized the crown prince for his ineffective repression, and he has become dissatisfied with him. Wei Wen sighed, "If you want me to say, the Wei State ate Anxia but couldn't control it, and fought the people in those years of invasion, and it has not fully recovered until now." This is still under the condition that the national division of the Wei State has a good way of dispatching the national fortunes. In my opinion, this account is not worth it. ”

Someone else also chimed in: "Anxia Kingdom is really amazing, the ancestral hall has been demolished, and there are so many remnants who support it." "Since the Haoli Kingdom, the world has been in chaos for three hundred years, how many kingdoms have risen and fallen? If some commoners live a long time and can witness the alternation of seven or eight countries in their lifetime, what kind of sense of belonging can they talk about, what kind of rise and fall of the world and the responsibility of the husband?

Anyway, if you prosper, the people will suffer, and if you die, the people will suffer.

However, although Anxia is small, the people seem to have iron bones, even if the Anxia palace has been overgrown with bleak and barren grass, the struggle against Wei has never stopped.

The previous messenger said: "The ancestor of the King of Anxia is said to be able to trace back to the right-hand man under the command of Emperor Haoli, and personally drove the Heavenly Demon out of this world in the final battle. Therefore, the Anxia royal family has always regarded itself as the descendant of the gods, and this legend has educated the people, and over time, it has been widely supported. Now that Anxia is dead and Princess Changle is still alive, the people of Anxia are even more reluctant to submit to the Wei State. ”

The name "Princess Changle" is now a banner in the minds of the remnants of Anxia, or rather, the last straw. As long as she lives, the uprising movement may not stop, and it will be difficult for Wei to truly control the Anxia region.

Feng Miaojun sorted out the context in these clues, and then turned his eyes to peek at Yun Kui, only to see that his expression was as calm as water, as if he had never heard of it at all. On the contrary, Mo Tizhun was a few feet away, his thick eyebrows were tightly locked, and his face was two points gloomy.