"My father is a genius, and he did everything he could, and he became Han Qi's monarch among many princes. He didn't care about anything else, maybe if it weren't for tradition, if it wasn't for the stability of the country, he wouldn't have married and had children. In his eyes, we can make what he thinks to contribute to Han Qi, which is our greatest value. ”

A lot of things have been accumulated in my heart, and there will always be a day when it will explode, Han Ruoxi has something in her heart that she has always wanted to say, Feng Zhijing just happened to be this listener.

"He wanted to marry me to Bai Chi, and he called Bai Chi to me on a trip to the Sun Cave a year ago. He felt that, as his good daughter, he should obey his arrangement like this. However, I, Han Ruoxi, are different from my sister, and I won't let him get his way. Later, I met someone I really liked in the Sun-Loving Cave, thanks to my father. ”

Han Ruoxi laughed in vain, and Feng Zhijing didn't say a word.

"Feng Gongzi was born in the countryside of Liujun, and the little girl was born in the Rongjing Palace. This Han Qi, this Shen Yuan, this Heavenly Dao, I don't care, I just want to live my own life. I don't belong to this Han Qi, I don't belong to my father, I only belong to myself, I am willing to give everything for the life I want!"

Han Ruoxi's tone slowly became heavier, her voice became louder, and her chest rose and fell.

The little girl was a little out of shape, but it made Feng Gongzi laugh. ”

Han Ruoxi regained her composure, and met the original gentle princess again. The wind stops in silence.

Han Ruoxi walked slowly towards the pavilion again, sat back on the stool, put her hands back on the guqin, and played "Starry Sea Moonlight Nocturne".

The sound is still so empty and long, it makes people feel enlightened and calm their hearts. Feng Zhijing finally knew why Han Ruoxi had such skills when he played this song, life always needs to go on, and Shenyuan's sky will not sympathize with someone's tears.

"Perhaps, I can grant your request to leave Rongjing, but I can't give you a definite answer right now, and I will give you an answer within a month. ”

The Jue Shen Pill was obtained by the Chidong royal family fifty years ago, and it seems that it is the trip to the Nine Heavens True Phoenix Secret Realm. Feng Zhijing thought of a possible way to obtain the Awakening God Pill, and he decided to give it a try. No matter what happened to the girl in front of her, she was also a poor person, and he was willing to help her if he could. Anyway, there is no conflict between this and yourself.

"Thank you, childe. ”

Han Ruoxi's jade hand was still lying on the guqin, and when he heard the wind stop suddenly speaking, Han Ruoxi's hand was filed, and a string was cut off. Han Ruoxi raised her head and thanked Feng Zhijing. She knew that if Feng Zhijing would say this, there must be some other way to obtain the Awakening God Pill. Although he didn't get the promise of the wind stopping, Han Ruoxi was already very satisfied, and it was always good to have hope, wasn't it? What's more, Han Ruoxi believed that the wind stopped, and this young man made the bell that had not rang for thousands of years ring again, what else could he not do?

Feng Zhijing silently left the Creek Garden, and the people outside were still cleaning up the tables and chairs. When these subordinates saw the wind stopping, they felt a little strange in their hearts, this son was so faced, was he a genius like Zhu Xingongzi who had recently risen to prominence? Why did he come out of the brook garden so late, the lights were taken down, and the road was a little dark.

Feng Zhijing silently walked on the west side of the street, and when he was in Jing'an Mountain, the life in his eyes was very simple. For him, it's reading and meditating. For those pilgrims, it is to start a family, have children and raise children, everything is so simple. I didn't expect that in this world beyond the mountains, everyone's life is so complicated.

"No wonder my grandfather asked me to go down the mountain to practice, this Shenyuan land is boundless and vast, and this Rongjing can read all kinds of things. ”

Feng Zhijing sighed silently, and when he retracted his thoughts, he found that he had walked to the west side of South Street. Not far in front of him was the inn where he first came to Rongjing to stay, and the lanterns of the inn were still on, waiting for those who came to Rongjing from afar with various purposes. As for Feng Zhijing, there was no need to stay here anymore, he didn't stay too long, and walked back to Wenxin Academy with steps.

Feng Zhijing soon arrived at the gate of the academy, looking at the quiet courtyard gate, Feng Zhijing was very calm. Although it is very close to the long street, the college is not infected with the disturbance of the long street, giving people a quiet place in this prosperous Rongjing. This is the Shenyuan Seventh Academy, the pillar of a country, and the cornerstone of Han Qi's future. As for himself, Feng Zhijing felt that Han Qi Rongjing was just a stop for him, just like that inn, but he still had to stay here for a while.

"I don't know how this meeting will go, but tomorrow morning there will be a result. ”

After glancing at Han Qi's palace along the long street, Feng stopped and entered the silent and deep academy.

Feng Zhijing stood on the Question Square and looked at the Wenge Tower, the first to the sixth floors of the Wenge Tower emitted a bright white light, which was the brilliance of fluorite. However, the wind stop was not on the light of those fluorites, but on the eighth floor of the Wen Pavilion in the sky. The eighth floor of the pavilion is dim and simple, even in the daytime, it is like a pitch-black box, and light cannot enter.

The eighth floor of the Wenge Pavilion in the dark night was more like a void hole, as if it was swallowing everything around it. When he left, he felt that the eighth floor of this pavilion was calling to him, and now that he came back, this feeling was even stronger. he

After coming to this pavilion, he didn't go to the upper floor, and stayed on the lower third floor. Tonight, Feng Zhijing decided to go to the eighth floor of the Wen Pavilion to have a look.

Feng Zhijing pushed open the courtyard door and walked into the Wenge Tower. Along the wooden staircase, he slowly made his way up the floor. Feng Zhijing ascended to the seventh floor of the Wen Pavilion, and this layer should not be equipped with fluorite, and no light came out of it. Walking here, there is no staircase to go up, it seems that there is no road on the upper two floors, only the soul saint powerhouse can stay in the air and come to the periphery of the eighth floor of the Wen Pavilion. Feng Zhijing remembered what Bo Ci said, the upper two floors of this Wen Pavilion cannot be entered, and after a thousand years, even the strong people of the Holy Realm cannot enter the door.

The wind was strange, and he did feel a strange attraction, especially when he came here, the feeling was extremely clear.

"Since there is no way up, I'll go into the seven floors and have a look. ”

Feng Zhijing couldn't get in, but he didn't give up, but pushed open the door of the seventh floor. Surprisingly, the seventh layer did not have the dusty dust that the wind stopped expecting, but it was only cleaned up. Feng Zhijing originally thought that the seventh floor should be a place to pile up sundries, so he didn't install fluorite, and after entering the seventh floor, Feng Zhijing knew that he was wrong.

Because of the bright moonlight, Feng Zhijing could clearly see the furnishings on the seventh floor. The seventh floor is the size of two rooms, and not only is it not a place to store miscellaneous items, but there are no books. The first thing you see in the room is a comfortable wooden bed, a desk with a useless candle on top, and a cabinet where clothes should be stacked. Feng Zhijing knew that Emperor Han had a heart, so he arranged the seventh floor of the Wenge Pavilion into his bedroom, and even the furnishings of this room were simple and simple, which was the style he liked. Emperor Han is very good at reading people, he knows what kind of living environment Feng Zhijing likes, and he carefully arranged a room on the seventh floor.

Wenge Tower is the tallest building in the entire Wenxin Academy, and even in the entire Rongjing. And no one can enter the upper two floors of the Wen Pavilion, and the seventh floor of this Wen Pavilion is the highest place in Rongjing. Emperor Han arranged the bedroom of the wind to stop here, expressing his most sincere respect. For Feng Zhijing, Han Ao really regarded him as his teacher, Han Qi's master.

"Emperor Han treats me as a national soldier, but unfortunately I can't repay me as a national soldier. ”

In the heart of Feng Zhijing, Emperor Han is a Ming Jun, a corporal of Lixian, who has given everything for this country. The person who is a confidant dies, but unfortunately, his ambition is not here, and he is worthy of the love of the Emperor Han. Feng Zhijing didn't like to owe someone to others, but he knew that it was only at the second stop after descending the mountain that he owed someone. Feng Zhijing secretly swore that next time he would not owe anyone else.

The furnishings in the house were simple, nothing special, the wind stopped lighting the candles in the lamps, and soon, the pale yellow candlelight illuminated the house. Feng Zhijing sat quietly at his desk, waiting for something, thinking about something.

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In Han Qi's palace, this meeting has ended, and a decision that shocks Han Qi will be announced tomorrow. Han Ao was very tired, he did not return to the dormitory, but returned to the Huayi Palace. Han Ao quietly walked to the long table, and the moment he sat on the chair, Han Ao took a deep breath. Today, too much has happened in the Hall of Benevolence. As an emperor, many things are not something he can decide alone, and many things cannot be controlled by his words. However, he made up his mind this time, he gave an order, and then returned to Huayi Palace.

"The moon is a little round tonight. ”

There is only Han Ao's voice in the entire Huayi Palace, because Han Ao withdrew all the guards, even Li Lao and he let them leave the shadows, and now the Huayi Hall is really only Han Ao alone.

"Count the days, tomorrow is the Mid-Ming Festival. This is the first time I've been here?"

Han Ao was talking to himself, he was very tired and tired tonight, he felt that he was suddenly much older, and the years slipped away quietly in this world, Han Ao felt that he was old.

"Tonight seems to be the day when Xi'er chooses a husband, it's been more than ten years. ”

"Emperor, you should be so lonely. ”

Han Ao thought a lot tonight, and no one knew what Han Ao, who was known as the Divine Monarch, was thinking now.

"This Han Qi land. ”

Han Ao stood up again, looking at the silent palace outside the window, Han Ao seemed to see Han Qi's eleven counties. Indeed, everyone has something different in their hearts.

And now he is in the wind stop of the seventh floor of the Wen Pavilion, and now he is not in the same mood as Han Ao in his thoughts. Because at this time, an incredible thing happened in front of the eyes of the wind. He watched as a glimmer of starlight seeped down the roof, slowly forming a starlight staircase in front of his eyes.