In the autumn of the twelfth year of Ningrui, the golden spike was harvested, the autumn wind mixed with the sweat of the farmers danced in the soft and warm wind, and the harvest season, taxes and tribute were paid in this season.

Originally, Lu Da, who was in charge of the field grain, had agreed with the emperor that they would participate in the autumn harvest festival together this year, but now Yan Yu is also far away from the border to guard the city, and she is the only one left in Kyoto.

In the middle of the palace road, the ministers were dressed in official robes, although they did not have the grandeur and excitement of the festivals in previous years, but they were also orderly and happy under the auspices of Feng Huali.

Ever since Yan Yu ascended the throne, the Autumn Harvest Festival has been one of the ceremonies he has not missed, not only to welcome tribute from the kings and vassal kings, but also to take care of the political marriages between the royal family and the feudal clans.

Now that Yan Yu is not there, the Empress Dowager Rong Yi died violently, and the only thing she can say is that the lady concubine Feng Huali and Feng Xiang in the previous dynasty are gone.

Feng Huali in Dongfu Palace held Yan Yu's family letter in one hand and looked thoughtfully at the peony flowers that were about to bloom in the courtyard, and the leaves on the willow trees on both sides of the peony flowers began to change from emerald green to yellow color one after another.

The breath of autumn began to shroud in the purple and red of the garden, the blue bricks and blue tiles in the distance reflected a bright yellow light under the illumination of the bright sun, and the sun shone on the marble floor not far from Fenghua, and the warm breath surrounded the entire hall.

Yan Yu wrote that Rong You saw him, intending to ask Rong Yi about the cause of death and the mastermind behind the scenes, obviously Rong You also knew that there were too many mysteries in the war provoked by the violent death of the Empress Dowager Rong Yi, but he wanted to avenge Rong Yi too much, and Rong You's various actions revealed some ambiguous embarrassment.

Soon after, on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival, Rong You was recalled to the hidden country, and the 200,000 troops who stayed at the border pass were on standby, and the other 300,000 troops in Daxi were ready to move, and Yan Yu did not dare to leave without permission.

On the other side, a spy from the Hidden Kingdom returned to the Lord of the Hidden Kingdom and canonized a peasant girl who was similar to Rong Yichang as the county lord. These many coincidences are obviously known to everyone to be unusual, but on the surface, they have to watch calmly and unwaveringly, so that the other party is confused, and they dare not act rashly, and under the intentional or seemingly unintentional planning of both parties, the situation seems even more treacherous.

Feng Huali had faintly felt Rong You's love for Rong Yi before, and it was not difficult to imagine that the lord of the Hidden Kingdom should also have deep feelings for Rong Yi, and sure enough, these actions this time the Hidden Kingdom also wanted to investigate Rong Yi's death and the person behind Rong Yi's essay.

This move of the hidden country made the battle a little nondescript. He also dragged Yan Yu and Daxi to the death in the area of Rongcheng, which is very close to the shaman's village, and recently there have been many unfavorable news about Kunlun's fight against the shaman.

Meng Changqing, Meng Changyin, one of the best masters in the world, has not been traced yet, Qi Qianshu God chattered with Meng Changyue what experiments were being done to prevent spells, and the prisoners in the prison were crying wolves and howling.

There are so many things, when will she be able to find her Yan Yu. Feng Huali was a little unhappy, and what made her even more troubled was that every time he didn't know how to give Yan Yu a book home······

The moon flute outside the hall for this autumn harvest festival, has been busy for half a month, not only for her internal affairs, but also for her official business, but also to ask her words, who called her the right-hand man next to the mother.

In another hour, it will be time to sacrifice to Xie Qiushen, Yuedi is already busy with her feet not touching the ground, looking at the young lady who is still writing a letter to the emperor in the palace, Yuedi has a headache and supports her forehead, there is a master who can't finish, what can she do?

Su San looked at the little maid who came to urge Concubine Shu, pulled the little maid to the corridor on the side of the hall, looked at the little maid who was still struggling, and immediately took out a pack of chicken legs wrapped in oil paper, "Eat, little gluttonous cat." ”

Yuedi nodded happily, and didn't care that he pulled her to the side porch. While eating, he said vaguely: "It's useless to have lunch at this point, your chicken leg is really timely." ”

Su San looked at her and was silent, walked away from her, turned over and continued to go up to the roof. Yuedi quickly finished solving the chicken leg and entered the hall to ask Feng Huali to prepare for the festival.

"Miss?" Yuedi looked at Feng Huali, who had not left a word on the rice paper for a long time with a brush, and asked hesitantly. It's okay not to ask, but when I asked, I saw Feng Huali throw down the brush in his hand irritably.

"It's all your fault that this girl interrupted my thoughts of writing a letter to my family, hmph, when I come back from the next festival, I will also write in the letter that you interrupted·····"

“······” Yuedi rolled her eyes, it wasn't that she couldn't write it herself, so she came to pull herself as a substitute for the dead ghost.

Feng Huali was dressed in palace clothes, overlooking the neat officials of the feudal king standing in two rows. It is no wonder that so many people throughout the ages have wanted to be emperors and want supreme power. Standing tall alone has already made anyone's vanity burst out, and his self-confidence is extremely satisfied.

"Let's go, don't miss the auspicious time." Feng Huali flicked his sleeves at the moon flute beside him.

On the high city wall, Feng Huali saw that he didn't know the people, and the officials were already waiting.

Lu Da led all the courtiers to wait under the corner of the city wall, saw Feng Huali from a distance, hurriedly greeted him, and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "Shufei Niangniang is finally here, the people know today that they can see Shufei Niangniang, and they have come from everywhere, Kyoto is crowded with people, and the front of the palace is even more crowded." ”

Feng Huali bowed slightly, and asked in a low voice, "This year's harvest is good?" So many people, spies ······"

Lu Da was about to say something, Lu Lu squeezed up and squeezed Feng Huali's eyes: "Niangniang, don't worry, our brothers are clear." ”

Feng Hua has not been out of the palace for a long time, and the things he is worried about are ensured. In accordance with the presiding over the sacrificial process, Yuedi had already looked around excitedly, and suddenly saw Su San on the right riding a high-headed horse.

The little eyes rolled around, and he immediately happily pulled Feng Huali's sleeve: "Miss, you see that Su San is so good-looking on a white horse, let's ride a horse later..." Miss. ”

Feng Huali naturally saw the white horse that Su San was riding, obviously Feng Huali was a little stunned, and glanced at Su San: "Why did you ride this carrot thief out of the white horse?" ”

Xiao Bai was also very happy to see the Moon Flute, and kept stepping on the ground excitedly, shaking his head and rushing straight in front of the Moon Flute, almost dragging the rope that Su San was holding, and finally stopped spraying rough air.

Feng Huali couldn't help but smile a little when he looked at it, "Yuedi, I'm going up, the people are waiting." ”

"But... You can ride a little white..."

"Let's go." Feng Huali took the lead in stepping up.

The walls of the palace are very high, and there are 365 steps from the bottom to the top of the city, and each step is paved with rectangular bluestone, which is heavy* and magnificent.

Feng Hua was hugged by the front and back to the head of the city, the wind was strong at the heights, and the royal flag that had been hung behind him was hunting and rang out.

Outside the palace was full of people waiting, and suddenly someone shouted: "It's Lord Feng, the most honest Lord Feng in Dali Temple!" ”

Feng Huali had just finished observing the arranged high platform, and when he listened to the voice, he took a closer look, and the palace gate was densely packed with people, and it looked black and oppressive from a distance.

"That's a lot of people." Feng Huali just wanted to take advantage of the festival to engage in his own prestige politics, but he didn't expect that so many people would really come.

She looked at Lu Lu suspiciously, could it be the person Lu Lu and they found? Lu Lu couldn't understand what she meant, and spread his hands, "Niangniang, they are indeed all here to see you, this year's bumper harvest, the harvest is several times that of previous years, all because of your contribution to the emperor's visit to the 'Water Conservancy Regulations' last year." ”

Lu Lu led Feng Huali to the front of the high platform, "Wave your hand, Niangniang." ”

The crowd below was already boiling, Feng Huali made a move, everyone looked up to see, Feng Huali stood on the high platform, his demeanor was elegant and noble, and he was really a lady with excellent medical skills and nobleness.

Everyone knelt down and saluted, and many of them couldn't help but quietly look up.

"Lord Feng! It's the Wind Lady! ”

"Which one?"

"I don't know, Concubine Niangniang is also Lord Feng, and this Lord Feng is also the biological mother of the two little princes."

"Big brother, you're not from Kyoto, are you?"

"Yes, yes, this year there is a bumper harvest in the field, the wheat is ripe, I heard that the sacrifice can see the mother and the king, our family of three specially rushed from other places. It's a pity that the king is not here to fight on the front line. ”

Feng Qiufu on the side has long been accustomed to this kind of scene, standing at the head of the hundred officials with a smile, and there is no communication with Feng Hua throughout the whole process, some of the ministers below are also dancing happily with the enthusiasm of the people, and some are indeed silently watching Feng Qiufu and Feng Huali, thinking in their hearts how to stand in line is the best.

Feng Huali looked at the people who were kneeling on the ground for a long time and quietly asked Lu Lu: "How do you get them up?" Don't call them up? ”

"Niangniang, you are a nobleman, and now you are the mother of the prince, and in the future, you will be the most noble woman in the world, you must get used to being bowed down to."

"Also get used to being assassinated?" Feng Huali looked at the several guards in disguise under the city, and replied faintly.

Lu Lu was unexpectedly told by Feng Hua, he didn't know how to answer, and turned his head to look at her.

Feng Huali waved to the people under the city, and continued to whisper: "Tell me about Feng Xiang, don't you tell me about what Feng Xiang did?" ”

"Don't think about it, mother." Lu Lu looked at Feng Huali's face, and really didn't know what to say about Feng Xianghua spending a lot of money to recruit assassins to assassinate Niangniang.

Today, Feng Qiufu can stand by Niangniang's side so safely, and his plans have long been seen through by them, and now he is just maintaining harmony on his face.

"Let's talk about it, do you know that I am just the adopted daughter of Feng Xiang, and now Concubine Qin says that she can't get sick, don't you think it's super strange? This was supposed to be the time when Feng Xiang used Concubine Qin to compete with me for reputation, but they lost too quickly. ”

After Feng Huali's reminder, Lu Lu's expression also changed slightly, and he asked thoughtfully: "Niangniang, recently, several concubines and aunts in Fengxiang's mansion have been going back and forth to their hometown one after another. ”

"Did you really go to your hometown?" Feng Hua clasped the bluestone brick with his fingernails, turned his head and asked Lu Lu.

"I don't know... The people who follow me will always lose their sights halfway through..."

"Missing?" Feng Hua faintly felt that this time, as long as she held on to Feng Qiufu tightly, maybe she would know something she wanted to know. Fighting with Feng Qiufu again, Feng Huali gave birth to a bit of pride of not winning and not returning.