There are no four seasons in the year, and the snow flies in the sky.

The bitter cold of the ice field is still there, only the happy land of Shuolin at the foot of the abandoned mountain is like spring all year round, and the fruit trees are abundant.

In the early morning, the water vapor permeated the Qin Lake, and the official boats of the patriarchs of various tribes loomed on the surface of the "fairyland"-like lake, and the sound of their families playing was heard from time to time.

The Qinhu Lake is crystal clear, warm and sweet, nourishing the surrounding fertile land, and the people who are fortunate enough to live here are also protected by it, not only to be fed every day, but also to be protected from the "poisonous snow" on the ice field.

Of course, there is a price to be paid for being eligible to enjoy this "divine gift" of life, and the cultivators, the patriarchs who are favored by the clansmen, and those who make profits from the merchants must show their strength to be favored by the king of the ice field in order to continue to live in the only "peach orchard" on the ice field.

Qincheng, expelled by the Tuoshi clan, has been the king here for six years, although the king of this ice field has a perverse temperament, killing, but it is a good ruler, he ended hundreds of years of killing and warfare on the ice field, Shuolin in his more than ten years of painstaking management, more prosperous and prosperous.

Dozens of artisan workshops, silkworm houses, and dozens of acres of fertile fields on the south bank of Qinhu Lake were all built and cultivated by the order of the queen of Qincheng, so that the people of Shuolin were full every day and dressed beautifully.

The grand mansions of the nobles, large and small, the majestic palaces to be built, the streets by the lake are full of people, and the slaves of the nobles are grateful, glad that they do not have to suffer from the bitter cold of the ice field, and enjoy a stable life here by the light of the lord's house.

Fei Ling had just gotten up, and after reviewing the work all night, the king repeatedly urged the construction of the new palace so that his concubines could move into the new house as soon as possible, so that he was exhausted, and after just a few hours of sleep, his spirit was not fully recovered, as the chief executive, time could have been freely disposed of, but not today, the king of the ice field called people to come early in the morning and summoned him to discuss the matter.

Open the wardrobe, rows of red cloth robes of the same style, particularly eye-catching, Fei Ling melancholy, he came to a retro era, the human beings on the surface, wearing words and deeds are completely incompatible with him, and there is a pair of mechanical arms of plug-in workers under the wardrobe, which has rusted like this, this is the only object he brought out from the Zheng He, every time he sees it, he can't help but think of his father.

Fei Ling put on a cloth robe, and waited by his side to bring a basin of water to wash it.

"Any news?" Fei Ling said as he reached out and pulled a few strokes on the basin.

The servant respectfully held the basin, bowed his head and said, "Lord Hui, not yet." ”

"Hmm. Fei Ling responded coldly, then picked up his silver hair, and began to wipe his "dragon face".

"Don't worry too much, the scout this time is not an ordinary 'ship slave', but a 'frost lizard', one of the eighteen masters of Shuolin. ”

Fei Ling's disdainful expression flashed, and he continued to ask: "Is there a reply from Lu Huozi's side? Every time the king summons him, he will ask about it." ”

The servant bowed his head slightly respectfully and said: "Not for the time being, but Lord Lu is also one of the eighteen masters of Shuolin, and the cultivation of 'exhaustion' is not under Lord Frost Lizard, and if you clean up a small clan of a few hundred people, there should be no mistakes, you may have triumphed and are on your way back." As he spoke, he handed the towel in his hand to his master.

"Hmm. Fei Ling had finished washing, took a deep breath, and barely cheered up.

At this time, the subordinate outside the door came in again: "Lord Fei, the king is destroying, let you hurry up, there is something important to discuss." ”

Fei Ling said impatiently: "Got it, I'll go over now." ”

Out of the official residence of the supreme administrator, turn left thirty or fifty steps, is the old palace where the King of the Ice Plains temporarily lived, the scale is not much larger than the official residences of the nobles, except for the vermilion exterior wall, it really does not seem much more noble than the official residences of other nobles, no wonder the King of the Ice Plains ordered the ground to break ground and build a larger palace.

For more than ten years of kingship, the patriarchs of various tribes have been sycophants, all of whom do not hesitate to dedicate their daughters to the king, so that their families can be blessed, the king is lustful since ancient times, and in order to be able to extend his country, as long as there is a little beauty, they are all accepted according to the order, and the old-style palace is overcrowded at this time.

Fei Ling had just approached the door of the old-style palace, and had already heard the playful voices of countless young girls inside, in order to please the king, so that their tribes could gain a firm foothold in Shuolin, all of them offered flattery and seduction, and got up early in the morning, dressed up to show off their flowers, leaving a good influence on the king, and at night, so that they could give birth to a son to the king.

It's strange to say, the king of the ice field has been king for six years, and his concubines are already more than 100, which is much more than the ancient emperor, plus his cultivation of "exhaustive" physique, even if he accepts dozens of beauties into the palace, he can deal with it, but none of his wives and concubines gave birth to a son for him.

In Shuolin, there are more than a dozen princesses, but there is no little prince, the king of the ice field is so distressed about this matter that he once put down his words, and the first baby boy born to his concubines made him the prince, that is, the future lord of Shuolin, the king of the ice field.

The palace gate opened, Fei Ling walked through the front yard, the courtyard was full of all kinds of plants, those bee butterflies that should not have been on the ice field were also received by the "gift" of Qinhu Lake here, the fragrance of flowers is on the face, the grass smells of Yiren, how happy the people who live here.

"Master Fei, you're here. ”

"Lord Fei. ”

"Lord Fei. ”

The girls in the front yard saw Fei Ling, and hurriedly approached Shi Li, they knew that if they couldn't give birth to a boy and half a girl to the king, they were just a plaything, and Fei Ling was the highest administrator of Shuolin who held a lot of power, and he was also a celebrity in front of the king.

Fei Ling also understands the suffering of these girls, for the sake of his people, he is willing to compete in the flowers, and when the young girls come to say hello, he will nod slightly and respond in a friendly manner, but he can't intersect more, because he knows Qin Cheng's personality very well, and he is the most narrow-minded person on the ice field.

The top floor of the old palace is a marble terrace, and it is said that the king of the ice field liked to watch the sky and the moon accompanied by his wives and concubines, and even superstitiously believed that he could give birth to a son here......

A round table full of rich fruits, a few vermilion wooden chairs, the king of the ice field: Qin Cheng, has been sitting here waiting for Fei Ling for a long time, and the two concubines of Xinna around him are vying to feed the fruits on the plate to the king to taste.

Qin Cheng's figure was originally about the same as Fei Ling, but the days of pampering and pampering were too much, and at this time he was already fat and big-eared, and he was obscene and happy every day, which made the face of this once strong middle-aged man look a little haggard, and his hundreds of wives and concubines were all ruthless to squeeze out his essence and blood.

Although the King of the Ice Plains had a dull complexion, his eyes were bright, and his black pupils were not only round and large, but also very urban, and when the girls around him fed him, they would flash suspicious eyes, as if the fruit was poisonous.

The short black hair was coated with hair oil, so that it clinged to the skull of the wide frontal bone, and under the morning light, the "king's light" flashed. Qin Cheng, the lord of Shuolin, dressed very simply in his own palace, a vermilion silk cloth was draped on his body, and he didn't even wear underwear, as if he wanted to give birth to a son at any time.