His Majesty the Emperor still had a kind smile on his face, as if he had completely forgotten the fact that Aoyama-kun of Fusang was killed by Fengyi's sword, and nodded slightly:

"Well, it's good to be convinced, I originally planned that if you are not convinced, let you, the first person in Fusang, go and compete with my Datang Sword Immortal Wind again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

As soon as he heard the three words of the wind, a powerful momentum suddenly erupted from the rather slender and thin body, and the undisguised anger, although it was not a deliberate coercion, was also terrifying.

Everyone didn't expect that this Miyamoto Yuichi's momentum would change so much, some of the civil officials were shocked on their faces, and some of the generals on the left and right sides were also ready to shoot the case.

For a while, in the Hanyuan Palace, it instantly became a tense situation.

The Emperor smiled slightly, as if he was not aware of the tense situation, but a hint of surprise flashed imperceptibly in his eyes.

In the next moment, the rampant momentum had automatically disappeared.

Miyamoto Yuichi still has his head down, and he still looks like a weak young man who has no power to restrain the chicken.

I only heard Miyamoto Yu say in a hoarse voice: "As soon as the sword fairy wind rises, forgive the minister, the minister will fight with him sooner or later." ”

The unconcealable will to fight.

His Majesty the Emperor reacted and everyone dropped their jaws to the ground.

He nodded without any reaction, and casually opened the topic again: "Miyamoto Yuichi, you can tell me about the customs of your Fuso." ”

Miyamoto Yu was stunned for a long time, and seemed to be surprised by the emperor's leaping thinking, and after sorting out his thoughts, Miyamoto Yuichi slowly said, "Yes, Your Majesty." ”

Nearly an hour has passed, and the time is approaching, and the court will disperse.

Miyamoto Yu stepped on the red carpet step by step with soft and weak steps, not at all with the momentum when he came, but like a weak girl.

Miyamoto Yu's matter of being a saint finally ended peacefully.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, especially the guards who were in the open and dark, the sweat was probably soaked through the leather armor on their bodies, and the iron armor on their bodies was wet.

It wasn't until Miyamoto Yu stepped out of the south gate of the palace that the vigilance in the palace was completely relaxed, and many guards of the forbidden army leaned against the trees behind them, or sat directly on the ground, took off their helmets and fanned the wind with their hands.

The previous commander of the forbidden army, standing in front of the Hanyuan Palace, looked at the mess in front of him, and did not stop it, but looked back at the handprint he had unintentionally taken when he was in a hurry next to the door of the palace, shook his head and smiled bitterly.

Is it finally a danger?

His Majesty the Emperor did not leave after retiring from the court, but just sat in the dragon chair, fell into deep thought, and he didn't care about the noise outside the hall, and sat quietly like a Buddha statue, with deep eyebrows.

There seems to be nothing in the world that can make him impatient.

But he soon became impatient.

"What! Zhou Yan is dead?" the emperor slammed the dragon case and stood up, his face changed suddenly, and his eyes widened.

The little eunuch who was standing in front of him to report the news was so frightened that he cowered, but he still nodded and said: "Just now, the news just came from outside the palace, the family of Lord Zhou Yanzhou, the waiter of the Ministry of Rites, has died at home, and the cause of death and the murderer are still being investigated, and the file has been handed over to the six doors." ”

How can this be reasonable, the imperial court officials were killed silently in this Chang'an City.

A gentle breeze blew through, blowing through the emperor's face, which had become a little red from anger, taking away a trace of heat, and finally returning a trace of refreshment to this restless afternoon.

But my thoughts didn't become refreshed at all.

Not far from the palace, the breeze gently pulled a strange wine flag, the background color of the flag was gray, hanging on a black flagpole, the texture seemed to be untestable, and the shape was not square, like a naughty boy cut out with scissors, with raw edges.

The flag is waving in the wind, and there are a few crooked characters that are not block letters or even a little ugly, and there are six wind inns.

The flagpole stands in the middle of the door of the Six Winds Inn.

On the side of the flagpole, a young man, dressed in a white short coat, was dressed as a shopkeeper, his long hair was naturally draped, and he looked very handsome and handsome.

A man in black slowly walked towards this side from a distance, with a leisurely gait, holding a folding fan in his hand, swaying gently.

After a while, the man in black walked up to the white-clothed Xiao Er and asked curiously, "Who is the old man Shan, and why do you keep scolding him while sweeping the floor?"

The white-clothed Xiao Er raised his head, and a trace of vigilance flashed in his clear eyes: "Who are you?"

The person in front of him was wearing a black gauze plain clothes, with a childish appearance, a delicate face, and a charming smile on his face, at this time, when he heard the white-clothed Xiao Er ask, the black lines in the corners of his eyes were exaggeratedly raised, and he said, "I am a guest in the third room of the Son of Heaven." ”

The white-clothed Xiao Er stared at the man in black, lowered his head and continued to sweep the floor, a glimmer of light flashed imperceptibly in his eyes, and he said earnestly: "It's a guest officer, please come inside." ”

The man in black curiously glanced at the white-clothed little two who were focused on sweeping the floor, shook the folding fan, and walked straight back to the inn.

The white-clothed Xiao Er glanced at the direction in which the back of the black-clothed boy disappeared, frowned, and his pupils changed from the black of a normal person to a vast sea of stars like stars.

This white-clothed shop is the second child, and it is the wind that is blowing.

The stars in his eyes flickered for a while, and suddenly his ears moved, and the stars in his eyes quickly receded, lowered his head, and swept the ground honestly.

After a while, a dull sound of footsteps came, and as soon as the wind blew and pretended to sweep the floor, he peeked at it, and a dark shadow appeared at the end of the road.

It is also a black gauze plain clothes, but it is tightened in some parts, the figure is slender, concave and convex, and a pretty face is quite cold, it is actually the Miyamoto orchid clothes I saw that day.

Feng Yiyang hurriedly buried his head lower, and swept the ground with his hands pretending to be vigorous.

As soon as the wind peeked in, he saw Miyamoto Lanyi walking staggeringly, his face was originally pale, and the corners of his mouth were a little red, and it looked like he had suffered a lot of internal injuries.

Miyamoto Lanyi swayed his steps like this, his eyes were half-closed, like a cat that couldn't open his eyes under the scorching sun, he walked in front of the wind in a daze, raised his eyes and glanced at the strange flagpole in front of him, and leaned towards the wind as soon as his body was weak.

Feng Yiyang was originally peeking at Miyamoto Ranyi, and when he saw this girl, he leaned towards him, startled, and hurriedly threw away the broom in his hand, and hurriedly took Miyamoto Lanyi one by one and held it in his arms.

Coincidentally, when the palm of the hand was supported, it was heavily held in a position that should not be supported.

Miyamoto Lanyi was stimulated, snorted lightly, opened his eyes in the arms of Feng Yiyang, glanced at Feng Yiyang, his eyelashes trembled slightly, and suddenly his phoenix eyes widened, looked at Feng Yiyang and said, "It's you?!"

Feng Yiyang hummed in confusion, with a blank face and a question mark in his stomach.

What's wrong with me?

Miyamoto Lanyi bit his lip heavily, his cheeks turned red, but a pair of phoenix eyes were wide, as if he could spew anger: "I don't want to see you, you ......"

Before he finished speaking, Miyamoto Ranyi had already rolled his eyes, and his head leaned weakly on Feng Yiyang's chest.