Time and busyness are the best medicine in the world.

Both of these are enough to make people forget the painful past and move forward with a new vision.

Seven months passed, from early spring to early autumn.

The people gradually came out of the natural disaster that separated their wives, and when the rice turned golden, they realized that the worst days had finally come to an end, and everything would go in a better direction.

Towns and cities began to send out notes about the autumn harvest, and although this was not yet the busiest time, it was foreseeable that this year would be a bumper harvest from the amount of grain and grass reported in those notes.

Before the sunset, Fang Ziyu finally finished correcting the last letter.

Seven months have restored the once dead land to life, and it has also allowed this once out-of-character girl to gradually adapt to being an emperor.

Her face was silent, but she waved her hand to the palace maid who was responsible for taking care of her living beside her: "Yun'er, you go out first, I want to rest alone." ”

The maid named Yun'er beside her was well-behaved, and she didn't ask much, and after saluting Fang Ziyu, she retreated with the rest of the attendants in the hall.

When the door of the temple was slowly closed by Yun'er, the afterglow of the sun was cut off by the wooden door, and the hall fell into darkness, only the eyes of the woman sitting in the middle of the temple door flashed with charming brilliance, like bright stars in the endless long night.

Alas.

Then, a long sigh came out of Fang Ziyu's mouth, echoing through the temple gate.

Fang Ziyu, dressed in a gorgeous robe, stood up from behind the desk, walked to the middle of the main hall, raised her head to look at the empty roof, and the bright light in her eyes suddenly dimmed a little at that time.

In all fairness, she has no interest in the so-called Emperor of the Ning Dynasty, and as for the title of Empress Chengtian, it is something imposed on her by others. She just couldn't bear to watch those hungry people die of hunger, and she didn't feel at ease about putting this authority that determines the life and death of the world into the hands of others. Although she is naïve, she is not stupid, Chen Xuanji has made her read those books mentioned more than once that the emperor must not only have the benevolence of the common people, but also have the domineering to deter the world.

She understands very well that now that the three kingdoms of Xia, Zhou and Chen are in Daning, in the final analysis, it is only an expedient measure after the world has no food at that time, and now there are bumper harvests everywhere. The sages were full of lust and lust, and those who had been submissive to her would not really be willing to send people to the fence, once they really found an opportunity, the world would inevitably be another bloody storm. So no matter what the considerations are, the position of this Chengtian Empress can only be done by Fang Ziyu.

Because only she can have such a huge reputation, can she gather such irreversible public opinion, can she let those heroes who are full of ambition and hegemony continue to hibernate, and can she let the world that has improved for the better continue to prosper.

Thinking of this, Fang Ziyu couldn't help but sigh again, her hands hidden under the cuffs suddenly moved, and a huge force swung around her, but it converged in an instant, and it was the moment this power swung away, her body suddenly disappeared under the wrapping of that power.

After a short but brilliant flow of light and shadow, Fang Ziyu's body came to the roof of the tallest building in Changle Palace, the Star Picking Pavilion. This is the ability she has had since she ascended the throne, and it is not surprising, but it can be done after mastering a little bit of the laws of distorting space. It is very strange to say, since the enthronement ceremony relied on the dragon qi infused from the world to ascend to the fairyland, with the advent of spring, the people's days are getting better and better, and the entire Daning Dynasty also has the momentum to thrive, and every day sitting in the palace, the cultivation of Fang Ziyu, who is painstakingly correcting every piece of the folds handed over, has not only not dropped by half a point because of such hard work, but is stronger day by day.

This kind of improvement is an extremely significant improvement, every day she can feel that she is stronger than yesterday, as for how strong it is, she can't say it really - after that natural disaster, most of the sects in the world have been defeated, and the immortal power among them is either completely secluded in the world, bent on cultivating the position of true immortals, so as to jump out of this world, or has died in that catastrophe, this huge world wants to find an immortal at this moment, but it has become a far more difficult thing than ascending to the sky.

Without an accurate comparison, it is difficult for Fang Ziyu to tell what kind of strength he has now. Of course, she also didn't know if every immortal emperor from ancient times to the present would have such treatment as herself, but if this was the case, what puzzled her was that although she couldn't tell what level of strength she was getting now, she could clearly understand that such strength was far from being comparable to an ordinary immortal. And if the immortal emperor who drove the expedition in Daxia back then also had such strength, how could he be shot by Lin Shou's arrows and dreams to break the grand plan of unification for thousands of years?

Standing on the roof of the Star Picking Pavilion, Fang Ziyu, who looked at the sunset with only a faint halo left, frowned.

After the initial busyness and the panic of ascending to the throne for the first time passed, Fang Ziyu, who gradually calmed down, thought about everything before and after the disaster very seriously.

And all she could draw was three words – odd.

The place where Chen Xuanji let her carry the grain storage, the 100,000 army that had just entered the Antler Plains at the time of the natural disaster, everything seemed to have been specially arranged for her, as long as she obtained these things according to the established routine, she could easily survive this catastrophe. And this is not the first time that such an idea has appeared in Fang Ziyu's mind, but she can only think about these past things at most, and she can't verify them.

But the doubts in her heart, in addition to the parts that cannot be verified, are more things that she dare not verify.

Where did Xu Han and the others go, whether they were among the 100,000 mountains, and whether the 100,000 mountains had really returned, located in the west of Qingzhou.

If it had been placed seven months ago, Fang Ziyu, who had unloaded the burden of the emperor, would have rushed there without hesitation to find out. But when she sat on the throne of the emperor, although she didn't have time to go by herself, after everything calmed down, it was not difficult to send someone to find out, but the more she got to this time, the more frightened Fang Ziyu became.

She was afraid that the west of Qingzhou would be empty, or that there would be no trace of people in the 100,000 mountains, because if they were alive, the news that she would become the Empress of Chengtian would have already spread all over the country, how could they not come to look for her? Sometimes, instead of piercing the hope that is already invisible, it is better to place it there, and when you are desperate and tired, you will regain some strength by looking at it from a distance.

This is the truth that Fang Ziyu learned alone in the hustle and bustle of this Chen country, which can be seen as a kind of growth, but more like a compromise in the eyes.

And after making such a compromise, every day when she has free time, Fang Ziyu will come to the roof of the Star Picking Pavilion to look westward, and the empress will look at the sunset in the west, and only she knows that she is looking at the old people...

......

Today, Fangziyu is also looking west.

She watched it for a long time, as usual, and she was a little distracted.

It wasn't until the sunset completely set that Fang Ziyu sighed and slowly withdrew his gaze.

The bright light in her eyes also dimmed a little, she knew that this beautiful dream of remembering the past was over, and she needed to return to the palace, eat under the gaze of everyone, and then continue to correct the notes handed by the night, and then she had to go to bed early, because tomorrow there will be countless new folds handed over, and the cycle will never end. She sometimes can't figure out what such a day means, and why those heroes and heroes from ancient times would fight you to death for such a boring thing.

Fang Ziyu sighed again, and then collected her mood, and was about to use the secret method she had just learned to distort the space and return to the dormitory where she was staying.

But her hand, hidden under the wide cuffs, moved, but suddenly froze in the next moment.

Her brow furrowed, looking in the northwest direction, the look between her brows suddenly became solemn at that moment, and she felt an incomparably cold aura in the distant direction. And this kind of aura is not unfamiliar to her, it is the aura that was emitted after the Holy Son Holy Soldier created by the Senluo Hall was sanctified, but the difference was that the aura she sensed at this moment was obviously several times colder than that emitted by those Holy Son Holy Soldiers.

"Is it the remnant of the Senluo Palace?" Fang Ziyu secretly thought in his heart, even if he now had a strength far beyond that of ordinary immortals, deep down in Fang Ziyu's heart, he still had a deep fear of the Senluo Hall that had swept the world. It's like a poisonous snake lurking in the jungle, you can't detect the slightest trace of its existence until you sense it, and once you detect its presence, the other party's fangs are about to tear open your neck.

Moreover, if they can really find the remnants of the Senluo Palace, maybe they can learn something about the whereabouts of Xu Han and the others from their mouths.

These two factors were superimposed, so the first time she came back to her senses, Fang Ziyu's eyes froze, and then the stagnant movements under her wide cuffs moved again, only this time, she was not going to her own bedroom, but the direction from which the cold aura came.

......

The method of distorting space is naturally extremely profound, not to mention ordinary monks, even those immortals who have a long lifespan and claim to be able to move mountains and reclaim seas, pick stars and take the moon, have never heard of anyone who has ever touched the lintel of such a method. Although Fang Ziyu has mastered this method, after all, the time is still shallow. With the level of mastery she had now, it was still difficult to reach any corner of the world at will, so she had to follow the pull of that breath and perform that method several times in a row before she arrived at that place, the former Changwu Pass on the border of the Chen State.

After this space-distorting method was cast, the consumption of Fang Ziyu was obviously not expensive, she panted slightly, and then raised her head to look in the direction where the breath came from. She could clearly feel that the aura was not far from her, and she was in the instinctive hostility to the Senluo Palace, and when she arrived here, she was already fully prepared in her heart.

But when she looked up and saw the situation in the Changwu Pass in front of her, Fang Ziyu still couldn't help but fall into deep horror.

The smell of blood was so thick that it could barely be dissolved, and there was a darkness in the city that even starlight could not shine into, and in the depths of the darkness were cold corpses. Faintly, there were strange figures shuttling among the corpses, transporting those corpses to a certain place in the Changwu Pass at an extremely fast speed.

It took Fang Ziyu a few breaths to suppress the horror and anger in her heart, she hid her breath, jumped into the shadows of the city, and carefully followed the steps of those strange figures, and walked with them in the Changwu Pass, which had turned into a dead city.

It's hard to imagine that when she felt this cold aura, she used the secret method of distorting space to rush here, and the time it took to make the whole process was only about ten breaths, and it was hard for Fang Ziyu to imagine what kind of existence could slaughter more than 100,000 people in Changwu Pass in this short period of ten breaths.

She calmly followed the figures through the winding alleys of Changwu Pass, and finally arrived at an open place, which should be a market in the pass, but at this moment, the market has long since disappeared from the usual bustling scene of pedestrians and vendors, and some are just corpses that have been carried by those black figures from everywhere and placed together to form a hill.

"What are they going to do?" Fang Ziyu thought to heart, frowning. And soon she gave the answer in her heart: it seemed that she wanted to perform some kind of ritual.

Her gaze began to sweep back and forth over the clearing where the corpses were piled up, and then she noticed that just above the clearing, there was a large black disk, on which lay a throne, and on that throne sat a figure.

Fang Ziyu's brows furrowed a little deeper, in her life that could be regarded as a big ups and downs, she had also seen a lot of strange things, but this thing in front of her was an existence that she had never heard of, and she could clearly feel the powerful aura coming from that thing that made her frightened.

She couldn't be sure if this group of people was the remnants of the Senluo Palace, but she inexplicably felt that the figure sitting on the throne seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it for a while.

She poked her head out a little, wanting to see the appearance of the figure clearly, but the other party's perception was obviously more sensitive than her, even if it was facing away from Fang Ziyu, the other party also sensed the existence of Fang Ziyu.

His head slowly turned around at that time, and a pair of dark eyes met Fang Ziyu's clear eyes.

An exclamation resounded in the dead silence of Changwu Pass.