When the banquet was in full swing, the torrential rain that had been brewing for a long time accompanied by thunder and lightning finally poured down. Mu Lingkong and Meng Ruyue sat for a long time, and when they saw that the rain seemed to have no tendency to stop, they decided to go home in the rain.

The maid who had already had a spirit brought a few umbrellas and escorted the two of them under the porch to the gate.

At this time, it was almost evening, the sky was overcast, and the pouring rain fell on the ground and accumulated a puddle, reflecting the red lanterns swaying in the wind and rain under the corridor, and were broken into pieces of afterimage by the raindrops the size of beans.

The little maid who led the way in front shrunk her neck, straightened her bangs that were wet with rain in front of her forehead, and as soon as she raised her head, she was startled by the figure standing around the corner, and screamed softly, "Ah! ”

Mu Lingkong and the others were also taken aback, and looked forward along the maid's line of sight, at the corner under the corridor, a red figure stood there quietly, I don't know how long they had been standing, the bright red skirt had been wet by the rain, leaching out a crimson color like blood, which inexplicably made people feel depressed.

A bolt of lightning swept through the sky, illuminating the snow-white cheeks of the woman in red, her dark eyebrows, the corners of her red lips were slightly hooked, and her voice seemed to be smiling, which made people feel extremely gloomy, "Miss Meng will go back now, won't you make trouble in the cave room?" After all, I've come to this point, you should always watch the end of the show you choreographed! ”

The person who stopped halfway on this gloomy rainy day was Song Lanzhi, she didn't stay in the happy room, but appeared here, her hijab was half lifted, obviously ill-intentioned.

Mu Lingkong tilted his head to look at her for a while, and smiled, "I heard that you all cave the room in advance?" Today, well, let's go back first! ”

What happened in the guest room that day was Song Lanzhi's unspeakable pain, Mu Lingkong said it so loudly, obviously hearing her breathing suddenly worsen, after a while, she sneered, "Do you think you won?" Tell you, there's still a long way to go! ”

Mu Lingkong smiled lowly, didn't answer, walked straight past her, and the moment she passed by, a voice like a whisper came, "The things you splashed on me at that time did work together with the flowers in the room, but it was you who were unlucky in the end." Guess who helped me with such great powers? ”

Song Lanzhi clenched her fists suddenly, her already pale face was now transparent, and there was deep despair in her eyes.

After the incident, she thought about it carefully, "Meng Ruqing" had obviously been tricked at that time, but in the end, she got out unharmed, and someone inside must have helped her.

In the end, she thought about it, and after thinking of one person, her heart tightened, and when she heard Mu Lingkong ask so rhetorically today, boundless sadness rose in her heart-

Yes, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, did you help her?

Mu Lingkong and Meng Ruyue walked away, and Meng Ruyue asked her in a low voice, "Song Lanzhi obviously doesn't look normal now, why are you still angry with her!" ”

Mu Lingkong snorted lightly, "If you want to be crazy, be crazy thoroughly, or I'll help!" ”

*

After the beginning of spring, the southern moon country is destined to be an eventful autumn.

Before dawn in the morning, the Baili urgent military report on the border of Chen Bing of Xiluo Kingdom had already reached the imperial case of the Emperor of Nanyue Kingdom. While the ministers were still asleep, they were taken to the palace by the forbidden army door to door to discuss countermeasures.

In the bright hall, the candle with the thickness of the baby's arm was burning in the corner, the emperor held his arm and watched His Royal Highness's ministers arguing with red faces, Feng Mingzhen stood aside silently.

The emperor looked at it for a long time before he spoke in a deep voice, "What about the prince, what do you think?" ”

Feng Mingzhen lowered his eyes and replied, "Erchen is the main battle!" ”

A smile tugged at the corner of the emperor's lips, "What about the person who led the troops?" ”

"Erchen also approves of Master Li!"

The Emperor's smile suddenly closed, and he looked at him with a heavy gaze.

Master Li is the candidate discussed by the ministers just now, but the emperor is not optimistic about this person, mainly because this person is too young, and he is the son of a family, and he has never been on the battlefield. Handing over the 100,000 troops in the northwest to such a person is complete child's play.

However, the veteran generals of the DPRK and China support the army and respect themselves, he is not at ease, among the younger generation, the prince is good at fighting, and no one can beat him.

Feng Ming really didn't feel the emperor's gaze, and hung his head, as if he wanted to see a flower on the floor tiles.

The emperor had no choice but to speak, "Would the emperor like to lead the troops to fight again?" ”

Feng Mingzhen clasped his hands, like an old monk entering the meditation, "Erchen has now been worn out by the softness of the capital, I'm afraid he is no longer suitable for leading troops!" ”

This is Ming Huanghuang's refusal.

The emperor's face became heavier and heavier, and just when he couldn't suppress his anger, a hoarse and hearty laugh sounded in the hall, "If Your Majesty believes in the old bones of the minister, the old minister is willing to lead the troops to the battle!" ”

Feng Mingzhen's gaze, which had not moved since entering the hall, suddenly looked at the queue next to him, and an old man with gray hair smiled at him, and then said again: "Chen Shengyun is willing to lead the troops to the battle!" ”

Feng Mingzhen pursed his lips, some emotions surged in his eyes, and finally lowered his head again.

The emperor squinted slightly, and a fine light flew by, and then Lang smiled, "Sheng Guogong's treasure sword is not old, I believe that it will be able to raise the prestige of our country!" ”

The commander of the army is considered to be decided.

The emperor left Sheng Guogong in the main hall for a while before letting him go.

He just walked out of the main hall and went down the jade steps, and in the corner of his eye, he saw a bright yellow figure leaning against the shadow, he shook his head, and walked away by himself, and the bright yellow figure followed quietly.

The two of them walked on the empty palace road one after the other, and after a long time, Feng Ming Zhencai spoke in a low voice, "Grandpa, why is this?" My father was already very suspicious of the Shengguo Mansion, so why should my grandfather fight for the people who led the troops this time! ”

Sheng Guogong paused, "Why did Grandpa fight, Ah Zhen, don't you understand?" ”

Without waiting for Feng Mingzhen to reply, Sheng Guogong continued, "The Sheng family was trapped in the capital by His Majesty, and the generals of the northwest battalion were replaced by eight or nine out of ten. I don't care about this, but if you don't have a strong military power as a backer, how can you compete with King Chang, I am afraid that there will be no more princes in the East Palace above the court. Now, it's time to take a trip to the northwest and let them know that the northwest is the territory that the Sheng family has held with blood for generations, and who is the real king! ”

This can be said to be a big rebellion, but Feng Mingzhen didn't raise his eyes, only said, "This trip is dangerous!" ”

Sheng Guogong smiled indifferently, "How many winds and waves have you seen in your grandfather, why are you afraid of this danger!" ”

*

Feng Ming really didn't expect that this would be the last time he would meet his grandfather.

In the spring of the twenty-third year of the Changsheng of the Nanyue Kingdom, the Xiluo Kingdom attacked the border city of the Nanyue Kingdom, the Duke of Sheng Guo led the troops to the battle, and was defeated in the ambush in Mocheng, and on the way to retreat, the Duke of Sheng Guo mistakenly hit the arrow, and the treatment was ineffective and died.

In the good weather of the spring breeze in March, there was a gloomy fog in the cloud-chasing city.