A faint mark of Qingqiu was imprinted between Xue Lianzhu's two carefully trimmed willow leaves.

She leaned back, pulled Wang Zimo's sleeve and turned it around, and after a while, she forgot the question in Wang Zimo's heart just now, and chuckled: "Mo'er's clothes are still a little big, go to Liu Caifeng's first and let her cut them." ”

"Mother-in-law, your face?"

Xue Lianzhu's cultivation fell into the Six Gods and Two Sorrows, the longevity of the Yuan was sharply reduced, and the affairs within the sect were taken care of, and in just a few days, her jet-black hair was already white, and her delicate face was covered with crow's feet, and her pretty face was drooping, like a middle-aged woman.

"It's okay, maybe I'm tired these days, Mo'er accompanies her mother-in-law to go out for a walk and relax!

The prince silently lifted it up, and looked at Xue Lianzhu, who was getting older and older in front of him, in a daze.

What happened to her mother-in-law, from Kunxu to Jiuli, the old face was reversed by time, beautiful as a fairy, and the country and the city were overwhelmed. But now how can I suddenly get old, and with it, there is also the decay of memory.

"Go to Tailor Liu to cut clothes for Mer'er. The prince choked in his heart, but there was still a smile on his face, and he didn't dare to show it.

"yes, look at my brain!"

Fengming City.

After being completely controlled by the Fengtian God Sect, it became more prosperous, and the city gate was wide open to welcome visitors from all over the world, whether it was people from Jingzhou, or the Xirong Qiang people, and even the ghost and witch Nanze, and even the Northern Desert had people who came to visit, trade and play, and bustling.

The people were interspersed with disciples of the Divine Cult, who hid in the market and got along with the people day and night, and could not see any difference at all. However, once the Cult needs it, it will be called back.

Since cutting off the head of the shopkeeper Liang, the position of the helmsman of the water rudder has always been vacant, and Xue Lianzhu has every opportunity to temporarily take charge of the water rudder. She is not keen on the control of power, but she really can't find a person with great prestige and skill to take over.

Moreover, the City Lord's Mansion had also been empty for a few months, and when no one was in charge, Fengming City was actually in order, surprisingly rising steadily.

"Mo'er, you see these people, living in peace and contentment, living the same days every day, but they don't feel irritated at all. ”

"Well, there are fewer guards in the city, but robberies and plunders are rare to hear. ”

"If Feng Mingcheng continues like this, will it become a pot of porridge?" Xue Lianzhu deliberately guided, wanting to see Wang Zimo's views on law and politics.

These days, the biggest headache for her is the management of Fengming City, the helmsman is in charge of the rudder, and must not interfere in the affairs of Fengming City again, the integration of politics and religion will be a disaster for the people, and over time it will limit the people's talents.

"Isn't that possible?"

Wang Zimo grew up in Sanhezhuang, and the concept of the city has always been in the primitive stage, Sanhezhuang has no village head, only the head of the three families, and the three heads of the family discuss things together. The three of them represent the interests of the three clans, and they will consider their own families when discussing any matter, so as to discuss a foolproof plan.

"Oh? ”

Wang Zimo looked back at the city lord's mansion, the palace was high and the tiles were gilded. It used to be brilliantly lit and lit day and night. Now it's as dead silent. Ten thousand steps away, the prince Mo still felt depressed, if he was in the mansion, he would definitely be overwhelmed by this strange dead air.

"In recent days, the City Lord's Mansion has been treacherous and grotesque, and yesterday Li Zhiwen, the master of Qimen Hall, went deep into the City Lord's Mansion, but he didn't expect to be injured and returned, and found that there was a tomb hidden under the City Lord's Mansion. Priest Ji has been dormant in the city for several years, but he has never heard of it. ”

Xue Lianzhu shook her head gloomily, "Let's wait until we return to the Drunken Xuan Building and let Hall Master Li personally tell you the details!"

Walking along the bluestone road at his feet, bypassing the white marble arch bridge on the Black Phoenix Canal, Wang Zimo was suddenly impressed by the beautiful scenery of this Fengming City.

The Black Phoenix Canal is meandering, with weeping willows on both sides, and the white marble bridges are like gems on wristbands, which are dotted with the Black Phoenix Canal to the Black Wind Lake in the city.

There are many small islands in the lake, and the trestle bridges on the water are scattered.

From a distance, it looked like a black phoenix crawling on the ground.

Fengming City got its name from the phoenix.

There were twelve such lakes in the city, and the whole city was built along the lakes, connected by ditches, and divided into large and small areas.

This scene is rare to see in a place near a dryland grassland.

Therefore, Fengming City is also known as "Xisai Water City".

At this time, bursts of string music came out from the green building facing the street of Heifengqu, which was tactful and melodious, and the flute sound was crisp and pleasant.

One string and one flute, with tacit understanding, are so beautiful that it is impossible to distinguish which is the flute and which is the string.

Following the music prince Mo suddenly lost his mind, he went straight over the high threshold of the green building to the backyard. Pavilions and pavilions, rippling blue water, birds singing and flowers, fairy sounds are ethereal.

Unconsciously, step on a light boat and ripple with the waves.

Xue Lianzhu sat on the opposite side of the light boat, knowing that Wang Zimo was in a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, she didn't bother, but listened to Wang Zimo's calm analysis.

The world is the same, and there is no lord.

Li Min lives in peace, and thinks about it.

There are no harsh taxes and miscellaneous taxes, no marriage worries, every family does not close their doors at night, everyone does not leave no stone unturned, generous charity, and no one makes trouble.

If there is a foreign enemy, everyone can be soldiers, old and young, women and children, and rise up to resist.

Without waiting for Xue Lianzhu to ask, Wang Zimo continued: "How can we make everyone a soldier? However, the scholars are cowardly and have no heart to fight. Therefore, the military service department has been set up, and young people, regardless of gender, are of the right age to join the army, and everyone is a disciple of our God!"

Xue Lianzhu suddenly brightened, and her constricted eyebrows slowly stretched.

Jingzhou has already set up a school, but there are many ordinary people, self-righteous, and they are really powerless to fight.

If, according to Wang Zimo, school-age teenagers perform military service and receive training from the Heavenly God Sect, they will definitely be able to produce a group of strong teams, which is a big move!

There were too many details, Xue Lianzhu wanted to ask again, but saw Wang Zimo's face was red, listening to the curling music, and his chest rose and fell sharply, so he quietly got up, stepped on the water and came to the shore, and told the music girl to continue playing, so he hurried up and prepared according to Wang Zimo's ideas.

The strings were bursting, and the flute was entwined, opening up the doubts in Wang Zimo's heart.

The little colored fish sway around, forming a perfect picture, just as the music is ethereal, and the beauty of the heart is beautiful.

"Colorful Extravagant Sound Death Pool!"

The prince stood up from the light boat abruptly, and the music girls under the cloud pavilion opened their beautiful eyes and looked at the pool, but saw the new young master waving his hand with a smile on his face.

The women, thinking that the new young master was greeting them, hurriedly got up and returned the salute, and suddenly remembered the high priest's instructions, and hurriedly sat down and continued to play.

The three-acre pond suddenly tumbled, stirring up the silt at the bottom, and the clear water was as black as ink in an instant.

Wang Zimo grinned in embarrassment, he used too much force, and hurriedly withdrew half of the Five Elements Yuan Force, and at the same time crossed his hands and pressed it downward, the silt sank, and the water of the pond returned to calm.

If Xue Lianzhu is here, he will definitely find that each of Wang Zimo's fingers has a Yuan Li filament, which is connected to the colorful fish in the pond, floating freely, if you don't look carefully, no one can see that this colorful fish is fake.

This vitality silk is also thanks to Su Sanpo's training.

At the beginning, his vitality silk can be described as Xiaofang's braids, thick and long.

However, the "Seven Steps to Entangle Your Fingers" has extremely high requirements for the Yuan Qi Silk, which must be as thin as silk, so as not to be discovered by the enemy. Fortunately, his understanding is not bad, and he has refined it within a year of his mother-in-law's retreat.

At this moment, in the Falling Heart Pavilion, a group of women lost their faces.

Wang Zimo was quite satisfied with this effect, and he used the pond to combine the five elements of Yuan Force to restore the first picture. The picture is extremely beautiful, attracting the women who listen to the piano and enjoy the music under the cloud pavilion to walk to the pond and look down to see the fish swimming in the lotus pond.

The prince was so intoxicated with his own comprehension that he completely forgot the reality, and he didn't see the women undressing lightly and swimming into the water in red belly pockets.

The surface of the water seems calm, but there is a murderous motive hidden in it.

Several women woke up instantly after entering the water, and found that they were in a pond and immediately panicked, and they all stared at Wang Zimo with beautiful eyes, but they also didn't expect that the young master was also proficient in charming.

Wang Zimo knew what kind of charming, and when he used the colorful luxury sound to kill the pool, he suddenly remembered the banyan tree in the depths of the miasma, and he suffered a big loss under the banyan tree at that time. Then he began to imitate, and the five elements of Yuan Lisi vibrated gently in the water, making a sound that the prince heard silently when he was in the miasma.

This voice was a muffled roar in Wang Zimo's ears, but it was different in the ears of several women.

The phantom sound hit the soft underbelly, although Wang Zimo only imitated Sancheng, the girls were caught off guard and fell into the pool.

The women were stunned, and hurriedly performed the exercises to get out.

I am familiar with the pool water like a pool of super glue, and the more you resist, the tighter it will stick. Two women gave up resisting, and three continued to improve their skills.

Wang Zimo instantly felt the pressure, and with a slight pat of his right hand on his waist, the filial piety whip in the storage bag resounded in the sky, and it was actually integrated with the ethereal strings under the Falling Heart Pavilion, like the rhythm of playing a board, and it was a "snap".

Three times in a row, sounding above the heads of the three women who resisted, the prince silently locked his eagle eyes, flipped his wrist, and quietly resorted to the next style: "Long Qishan is full of wind and rain."