"Distracted, exert force with your feet." "Ho ho ho!" In the morning, the disciples of Shuili Pavilion were practicing martial arts.

Not far from the pavilion, dressed in red, the woman's long hair reaches her waist, fixed with a red hairpin, the willow eyebrows are very conspicuous, the long eyelashes are attached to the phoenix eyes, and the lips are a little red, making the face look paler. She was sipping tea, very comfortable, like a ghost, which made people can't escape from it.

Feng Qingzhi walked to the front of the steps and respectfully called "Master". The woman put down the teacup cup, looked at her, smiled and said, "Come and sit." Feng Qingzhi promised to go up the steps and sit next to the woman.

The woman knew that she didn't eat tea, and she moved less. "Qingzhi, why don't you go to sword practice with Chi Luan today?" Feng Qingzhi replied without hesitation: "Back to Master, Qingzhi has something to ask for." ”

She looked at this woman, who saved her benefactor ten years ago, without her non-abandonment, there would be no Feng Qingzhi today.

Nalan Qiaochuan smiled slightly, as if he understood or not. "Master don't laugh, the apprentice just wants to leave the mountain." When she saw the master laughing, she became uneasy. "Does Chi Luan know about this?" She asked with a smirk. Feng Qingzhi didn't expect Master to ask like this, so she just said, "Please don't tell Senior Brother, Master." Naranqiaochuan nodded and picked up the teacup again.

She packed up her bags in her room, carried her back, and opened the door. A familiar and beautiful face appeared in front of him. Cute and moving, people unconsciously want to pity. "Shiro's?" Feng Qingzhi didn't expect her to appear here. "Senior sister, senior brother will be sad if you leave." She looked at Feng Qingzhi expressionlessly and reminded. The senior brother she said may be Chi Luan. Feng Qingzhi said lightly: "Bai Zhi, help me take care of him." After that, he walked back to the mountain.

She looked back at Shui Lige reluctantly, and finally walked down the mountain resolutely.

Finally arrived in the capital, a bustling city. There are lanterns everywhere, lighting up the whole street, and it is bustling. Ten years have passed, and the people are still beautiful and healthy.

She arrived at Fengfu familiarly, and to her surprise, there was a huge mansion standing here, magnificent, very magnificent, and a plaque made of gold was impressively engraved with the big characters of "Ji'an Wangfu", replacing the Fengfu in the past. The people here have forgotten about this once prosperous Fengfu...... Today's saint, is it Ji's?

The black gate opened with a "branch", and Feng Qingzhi hurriedly hid behind the stone lion. A man in brocade clothes came out, walking unhurriedly with a folding fan, followed by several family members. The man got into the carriage, and the family took the footsteps and watched the carriage leave.

Could that man be the owner of the mansion, King Ki'an? Let's go to the inn by yourself first, and ask for some news by the way.

As she imagined it, a large hand clapped her on the left shoulder. Perhaps it was a reflex, she reached out and grabbed it, and she threw it out of her shoulder. If you look closely, this man is quite handsome, and his skin is fairer and more delicate than that of a woman.

I saw him lying on the ground in agony. Feng Qingzhi squatted down on one knee and asked, "What are you following me for?" There was a glimmer in her eyes, and she couldn't tell whether they were sharp or clear.

The man suddenly smiled and said, "The girl is so skilled, she is skilled, Xue admires it!" His voice is very good, without Chi Luan's tenderness, more like a dissolute and unruly gentleman. She didn't want to cause trouble as soon as she arrived in the capital, so she didn't say anything more, got up and prepared to leave. But this guy grabbed her wrist and grabbed her. Feng Qingzhi stretched out her hand and clasped his wrist, pushed it to his neck, and her tone became cold: "What do you want to do?" I don't know you, why are you so entangled? ”

Xue Qianyi's good-looking face was full of smiles, and said: "Xue Mou's first acquaintance with the girl today is regarded as fate, how can you say that you don't know each other?" Feng Qingzhi didn't let go, but said, "Full of nonsense!" What kind of fate is it with a gentleman like you. If you follow me again, don't blame me for being rude! With that, he pulled away and left.

I re-checked my baggage and entered an inn.

The innkeeper was an old man of nearly half a hundred, knocking on those calculations. Feng Qingzhi was afraid of being disturbed, but she still couldn't help but speak: "Boss, it's convenient......" "It's convenient." Does the girl want to stay in the hotel? The boss smiled, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened. Feng Qingzhi guessed that he didn't bother to make calculations at all. She glanced at the abacus and said, "Yes, I want to stay in the hotel." ”

The surname of the emperor of Zuoyang State is Ji, the emperor is Emperor Ji Yongdi, Yongyuanzhong ascended the throne, the politics are strict, and the people are healthy. The neighboring country of Wei Anguo, the friend of life and death, now has the surname of Wei Wang, a large population, and sufficient soldiers.

The carriage entered the left gate of the palace with the sound of horses' hooves, and the hand of the lieutenant who greeted the carriage lifted the curtain trembled, as if the carriage was not a human but a god.

"Lord Wang, it's here." Only then did the man in the carriage open his eyes, his eyes full of coldness and arrogance. It is not easy to get close to people thousands of miles away.

Ji Chenxiao got out of the car leisurely and followed the captain into the Taizheng Hall to meet him.

"King Ji'an has arrived!" The father-in-law with a gauze hat in the Taizheng Hall announced loudly. The paper inkstone was startled, patted his strong chest, and couldn't slow down for a long time. Thinking of something, he stopped, walked to the side of Father-in-law Su and stood firm. Su Anli glanced at him, and there was sarcasm in his tone that he couldn't hear from the paper inkstone: "Don't you want to enter that hall?" Paper Yan smiled: "I can't go in, I'll stand outside the door with you." ”“...... Hum! ”

In the main hall, Emperor Ji Yong sat on the throne of the dragon head that cost a lot of money, with a gorgeous crown on his head, wearing a dragon robe, his face was red, and he was full of spirit.

Ji Chenxiao respectfully bowed: "Ji Chenxiao greets the emperor, long live the emperor." He never said the "long live" in the back, and no one dared to say that he was not, and the palace never heard gossip about him.

"King Ji'an." Emperor Ji Yong said with a smile. "Your Majesty." In a nutshell, he stood at the top of the left side. When the emperor saw him standing firmly, he spoke: "The area under the jurisdiction of King Ji'an can be described as a paradise on earth, the people are healthy, and the policies are honest. ”

"The imperial brother praised it falsely, and the younger brother was only under jurisdiction on the basis of Prime Minister Zuo." The "Zuo Prime Minister" in Ji Chenxiao's mouth is the deceased Zuo Prime Minister Fengzong. There is no shying away from the lobby, I'm afraid it's only him. Emperor Ji Yong was stunned for a moment, coughed lightly, and said, "What do you think of the matter of marrying Wei Anguo?" The ministers exchanged their heads and talked about each other.

The right prime minister said with a high level of moderation: "The minister believes that the Zuoyang Kingdom and the Wei Anguo have always been on good terms, and if the two countries get married, the relationship will be on a higher level. ”

Ji Chenxiao sneered, didn't the old thief just want to have a backing? There is a pair of dragon and phoenix twins in the family who have become adults, and it is possible to have a princess or a prince with neighboring countries. Deng Jiao, who had military power, came out with a bow and said: "Your Majesty, the last general thinks that the two countries are taking hostages under equal circumstances, so the last general does not agree with the advice of the right prime minister. ”

What Emperor Ji Yong cares about is not their opinion at all, what he cares about is Ji Chenxiao's. Who at home and abroad doesn't know that he is like a god, which is equivalent to Zhuge .

"What does King Ji An think?" He asked with a smile. King Ji An didn't plan to salute again, and said bluntly: "The younger brother thinks that it is not too late to let the guests of Wei Anguo stay in the palace for a few more days." "Good!" Emperor Ji Yong smiled, he thought the same as he thought, and now, the palace was lively.