Chapter 47: Clutch together the scattered world soul

"She still takes care of the big picture after all."
Looking at the cold wind and wind, Xi Yun's figure drifting away, Duanmu Wensheng took a light breath, and the hand holding the sword handle slipped quietly.
"Qingwang..." He Qishu said what he wanted to say, but suddenly all the words in his mind disappeared. Looking far ahead, the white long coat flew in the wind, long black hair intertwined, and the thin and delicate hair seemed to be able to go with the wind. He looked at it, and after a long time, all his thoughts turned into a sigh.
Duanmu Wensheng turned around and looked at Feng Yunqi's neat camp account, "50,000 Fengyun Qi... there are 50,000 beyond 50,000."
"As far as the national power of Qingzhou is concerned, it is not difficult to have one hundred thousand Jingqi, it is just..." He Qishu gave a slight pause and was a little worried. "The Qingwang’s 50,000 Jingqi is not only unknown, it is the Lord. I don't seem to know."
"Don't you even know the Lord?" Duanmu Wensheng's heart sank.
He Qishu was equally worried, "The secret power of the Blue King can't be underestimated, and I really don't know what the situation will be in the future. No wonder he will guard against this in the rain."
"Despite the resistance to wear rain, the Lord still leads the soldiers to rescue, which shows the weight of the Green King in the Lord's heart." Duan Muwen looked at Feng Lanxi, who stood still like a statue. His heart was deeply moved, "Only It is a pity that we are late. But no matter what the two kings will be, we only need to remember that our lord is Yong.
"Yes." He Qishu's eyes also looked at Fenglan. All the people are gone, but their Lord is still independent in the wind, looking at the sky with their hands, I don’t know what kind of mood, what kind of expression, but the back in the wind makes him a lonely and desolate. sense.
There is nowhere to say ecstasy in sleep, I feel sad and ecstatic.
In order to make use of this love letter, he fell into the air, and ended up without evidence.
But leaning on the slow string song, and breaking the intestine to break Qin Zhengzhu. 【Note 1】
In the house at the back of the mall's government office, Feng Qiwu chanted lowly, holding the scroll, and then couldn't help sighing, closing the scroll with his hands. The ancient poems were fragrant and lonely, but they were heart-wrenching. She held up the hot tea on the table. In the cold night, her tentacles were warm, her eyes raised, but she looked into the red candle burning halfway on the lotus candlestick.
"Red candle has no pity for self-pity, and the night cold sky weeps for others." She sighed with self-pity, and reached out to hug the pipa resting on the short table, with her fingertips picking, the faint tune sounded in the room, It's just the meaning in this song, but there are a few people who can understand it, and who can get it.
"Feng girl, Ren Junshi seeks advice." Xiaoer pushed the door lightly into the room.
"Ren Junshi?" Feng Qiwu's fingertips, "why is he looking for me?"
"The girl will know if she sees it." Xiaoer smiled with a smile on her face.
"It's late, it's inconvenient. I'll go back for me." Feng Qiwu said coldly.
"But the military division said that there were important matters to be discussed with the girl, and that it was related to the Lord." Xiaoer looked at Feng Qiwu carefully, and she saw her look change.
"Okay." Feng Qiwu pondered for a moment, put down the pipa, got up and walked out of the door with Xiaoer.
In the main hall of the front yard, Ren Chuanyu sat upright.
"Phoenix Girl." Seeing Feng Qiwu coming, Ren Daiyu politely stood up.
"I don't know why the military division visited the place late at night?" Feng Qiwu's cold eyes glanced at Ren Chuanyu and sat down opposite him.
Facing Feng Qiwu's straightforward questioning, Ren Daiyu didn't rush to answer, but looked at her with her gaze, with a little judgment in her eyes, as if evaluating her value.
After waiting for a while, Feng Qiwu got up and said, "If the military division is fine, Qiwu will have to rest." After that, he turned and walked to the backyard.
"Qiwu, Qiwu, since the phoenix lives in Wuwu, can look at the whole world, only the emperor can be regarded as the Phoenix Wuwu."
When Ren Chuanyu came from behind, Feng Qiwu's footsteps stopped and she turned around. She looked coldly at Ren Chuanyu, "What do you mean by the military?"
"Phoenix girl's talents choose one out of ten, do you want to succumb to the position of a singer for life?" Ren Daiyu smiled gently. "When the Lord's career is accomplished in the future, don't she want to revive the prestige of the Feng family Repeat the legend of Feng Family?"
Feng Qiwu looked at Ren Chuanyu for a long time, and then a rare smile appeared on the frost-like face, and the moment was full of bright light, making Ren Chuanyu see the heart secretly, and thought that what she said moved her, and did not want to blink. Feng Qiwu's smile was full of ridicule in his eyes, "Ren Junshi can be countless, but I am wrong about Feng Qiwu!"
Ren Chuaiyu suddenly froze, "Girl..."
"It is late at night, please return to the military." Feng Qiwu had no intention of continuing the conversation.
"Girls are arrogant." Ren Chuanyu stood up, and the gracious smile on his face swept away at the moment, and instead a look of solemnity appeared on his face. The girl treats the Lord with deep affection, and hopes that the girl can stay with him forever."
Hearing the words, Feng Qiwu sneered in the eyes, "Thank you Ren Shishi for your good intentions, but Qi Wu is stupid and has self-knowledge. Moreover..." Allow others to intervene!" After she finished, she turned away without hesitation.
Looking at the disappearing figure by the door, Ren Zhuoyu murmured softly after a long time, "People of the Feng family... It's a pity, what a pity!"
In the continuous camp, a white camp was set up, which was particularly conspicuous,
In the camp, white candles, white curtains, white figures...all white, like a snowy field, empty and cold.
"You all step back."
"Yes!"
The attendant withdrew silently, leaving only wind and clouds like snow in the account.
In the broad tent, there are two coffins, one left and one right.
Feng Xiyun stepped on a leg with a heavy weight and moved closer step by step. His eyes slowly moved to the person lying quietly in the coffin. The tears burst out uncontrollably in an instant, and the body seemed to be pumped away from all strength. , Sit down on the ground, his shoulders tremble uncontrollably.
"Jiurong... Lin Ji..."
The sobbing sorely overflowed from her lips. She raised her hand and tried to cover her face, but with a snap, a kit fell out of her sleeves, and the white silk surface was dried with blood.
She stared at the pouch on the ground, and Qi Shu's words rang in her ears.
"Lord, this was found in Jiu Rong's arms, and it was something he cherished."
She picked up the pouch and trembling her hand to open it. There was a jade pendant in her pocket. The vermilion on the snow-white jade pendant seemed very frightening at the moment. Pink pearls were scattered around the jade pendant, like tears from the jade heart.
"Jiurong..." She held the bag tight, tears like off-line pearls, dripping and falling, falling in the jade heart, falling in the sac, thinking of Jiurong's death, and immediately weeping depressively into mournful grief. Crying, quietly, only her painful cry in the tent, accompanied by white wax tears, the yellow candlelight swayed, everything in the tent floated in a gloomy light and shadow.
I don't know how long the past, Feng Xiyun finally stopped crying, picked up the kit and stood up.
Turning his eyes to the left, glancing at Lin Ji, turning his eyes to the right, glancing at Jirong, looking around with nostalgia, and then raising his hands, the left and the right carried the coffin forward, and the coffin covered the legs. Covering the waist, covering the chest, covering the shoulders, covering the neck, covering the mouth, covering the nose, covering the eyes, covering the forehead...
Long-lasting!
Lin Ji!
Close your eyes and push your wrist to say goodbye!
"The Lord."
Qi Shu, Xu Yuan, Cheng Zhi and four silver-clad warriors entered the account.
"You also say goodbye to Lin Ji and Ji Rong."
"Yes!"
The seven people respectfully respected their old brothers. When they knocked their heads, a few drops of water dropped, and the shallow watermark fainted on the ground. Then they looked up, but they were seven fearless faces.
"As the king of Qingzhou, as the coach of Fengyunqi, some words can never be said, but for the few of you, I still have to say." Feng Xiyun's voice sounded in the tent, she was negative Behind his hands, with his back to seven people, white clothes and ground, his hair covered, invisible, the back looks quiet and solemn.
"Chen waiting to listen!" Seven people bowed their heads.
Feng Xiyun looked at the dark coffin with his eyes, "In the future... no matter who you fight with, when you are sure you can't win, you will retreat when you retreat, flee when you flee, and descend when you descend!"
"Lord!" The seven looked at their lord in shock.
"Because, only if you are still alive, I can save you and find you back!" Feng Xiyun just looked at the coffin quietly, and lying in the coffin was someone she could never save, "In my heart, You are over this country!"
"Lord!" The seven of them knelt down on their knees without seeing their faces, but their shook shoulders revealed their excitement.
"Guzhen is not a qualified king!" Feng Xiyun laughed self-deprecatingly. "Such words have been said, and in the future history will certainly leave a handle."
Admittedly, this remark really stayed in the annals of history, but it only caused successive sighs.
The Shijia said: If the Green King can treat his officials, he will see his benevolence. Watching Qing Wang's whole life, his talents and achievements are rare in ancient times. Of course, knowing is unspeakable, according to words; knowing not to do, depending on. Such a king, why! Why!
Seven people bowed their heads to the ground, "Lord, no matter what others say, you are unique in the heart of the ministers!"
"Get up." Feng Xiyun turned to look at them, "Qi Shu, you choose some people to send Lin Ji and Jiu Rong coffin back to Qingzhou."
"Yes." Qi Shu led the order.
Feng Xiyun's gaze looked at the four silver-clad warriors again, pondering for a moment, and said, "No cold, you will be General Qi's bodyguard from today."
"Yes!" Wu Han bowed to his life.
"Zhan Xiao, you are the guard of General Xu."
"Yes!" Xiao Zhan answered.
"Cut off the building, you are the guard of General Cheng."
"Yes!"
"Sleep, you are a long time bodyguard, protect him from left to right."
"Yes!" Xiao Mian led his life.
These four people are about twenty-four to five years old. Although they have different appearances, they have the same height, body shape, and attire. At first glance, they will think they are fellow brothers. They are all cold and temperamental, and they exude a sharp sword-like momentum. , At a glance know that is the top master.
Feng Xiyun finally looked back at the coffin, then slowly closed his eyes and looked up, his voice calmly and coldly said: "We are going to end this chaotic world, the blood of contracting, Lin Ji, and Jiu Rong can't be in vain!"
"Yes!" The response in the account was firm and powerful!
On October 28, Qiao Jin led Mo Yuqi to capture Jiaocheng.
On October 29, the Green King and Yong King led their troops to the emperor.
While passing Luoying Mountain, King Qing stared at the peak for a long time, and finally said: "Luoying... Luoying... countless heroes fell! After that, this mountain will be renamed "Yingshan"."
As a result, Luoyingshan was renamed Yingshan from then on.
At the end of October, Liu Yusheng and Chenghou and his party arrived at the capital of Jizhou, and then he asked to see Princess Chunran, who is now the queen of Jizhou, Huachunran, and Huang Jiong, the second son of Jizhou who was in charge of the state, agreed.
In the solemn palace of King Ji, Liu Yusheng told Hua Chunran that the three sons died in Yancheng in battle, and Hua Chunran was naturally sad.
In the end, Hua Chunran asked Liu Yusheng to convey a sentence on her behalf: "Although the three elder brothers have gone, the remaining nine elder brothers and nephews must be happy under the father's knees, and also invite the father to treasure." Untie a silk parcel between the wrists, order the former court lady to take it and place it in a brocade box, then give it to Liu Yusheng, and order it to be transferred to the You King.
Liu Yusheng took it respectfully and then said goodbye.
When Liu Yusheng retreated, Hua Chunran retreated to his left and right, sitting alone in the hall, staring at the silent palace wall outside the hall.
After a long time, she stood up suddenly, "Come here."
The voice fell, and dozens of palace members came together.
"Shen Shi held a banquet in Qingxi Hall to receive the family members of Chenghou."
"Yes." The domestic attendant notified immediately.
Hua Chunran walked to the bronze mirror, looked at the face in the mirror, and murmured: "The family of Chenghou came from afar, not to be rude, and they needed to be dressed up."
"Yes, ma'am." The court ladies responded, and then were busy bathing and dressing the queen.
By mid-November, at the beginning of the snow, Liu Yusheng returned to the capital of Youzhou King with the coffins of the three sons.
In front of You King's sickbed, Liu Yusheng collapsed sadly, and then conveyed Hua Chunran's words, and presented the box.
The old, sick and weak King took out the silk parquet in the box, and his eyes fell on the pattern embroidered on the par. After a long time, a smile of joy and sorrow appeared on the face, "The chirp and the imaginary, the legend is inseparable, the pure meaning is Is that true?"
Liu Yusheng was surprised.
"The worms are far away from each other, and the shadows are inseparable... The Fahrenheit and the Emperor's will be the same from now on... Is it just to tell the father the king? Hahaha... Cough cough cough cough...
"Master! Lord!"
There was a fierce cough on the couch, and the inner servant and the maid suddenly panicked.
Jing Yan, when he was on November 14th, 27th year, You Wang Shui. The legacy of the throne is given to the concubine, the king dynasty of Jizhou.
In the twenty-seventh year of Jingyan, on November 15, the North King broke through the imperial capital.
The hoofs clattered, the iron rides on the snow-covered streets, and the height of the snow is splashed. Under the slanting sunshine, the colorful rainbow is illusioned, but how can it not be as as the snow in the snow? Plum blossoms, red hues of blood are conspicuous.
The houses destroyed by the war and the people slaughtered by the soldiers are full of broken walls and corpses piled in lanes. This is the imperial city at the moment, and the North King will be riding in this imperial city.
Since the escape of the Northern King, he has been siege and flee for months, and then siege and flee...and again and again, futile, tired, tired, hateful, and fearful emotions haunted him, blinded his eyes, and upset him The reason, exhausted his confidence, and wiped away all his fighting spirit.
Beizhou died, his family died, his bureaucracy dispersed, and his soldiers were broken... But he finally came to the imperial capital!
For more than 600 years, the Dong dynasty, who had been standing on top of their heads and looking down on them, was finally destroyed in his hands today. He Bai Jingyao has made a heavy stroke in the annals of history. But this was not enough. He had to personally capture the last emperor of the Dong Dynasty and beheaded with his own hands. The word "Bai Jing Yao" must be unforgettable forever!
The North King slammed down the whip, the horse screamed and screamed, let go of its four hoofs, and galloped forward at a faster speed. The horse's back was covered with blood spots, and in front, the vermilion palace was already visible. The walls, the majestic palace...there is the palace! It is the palace where the emperor is!
Seeing that the gate of the palace was only five or six feet away, suddenly a large black cloud came down from the sky, and it was tightly and tightly blocked in front of me, so suddenly, so strange!
The North King halted his horse and looked at the black cloud in front of him with shock-it was actually a person, and the person in black was standing there, like a solid black wall, exuding the cold from hell!
The horse seemed to feel the danger and kept hissing and going back. The North King grasped the reins tightly and looked back, followed by hundreds of soldiers. This was his last servant. With these hundreds of people, he could break through Is this wall in front of you?
"Master!"
Suddenly a cry came from the ear of the North King. He turned his head and saw a gentleman kneeling on his knees, his sword resting on his neck, his eyes wide and his eyes pressed tightly.
"Secretary Chang Youyou sent to the Lord!"
Congratulations? The North King was stunned. A cold wind rushed across the face, the sword between the courtier's neck reflected the dazzling coldness under the snow, and stabbed the Northern King's eyes, making him awake and looked around.
At that moment, the North King suddenly sobered up, everything, at this moment he suddenly thought clearly, and read through!
"Feng Lan Xi, Feng Lan Xi... Good! Good! Good!"
North King Yang Tian sighed, raised his arms and waved his sword, a wave of blood flew out, splashing into the snow!
Seeing the prince succumbing to himself, the remaining hundreds of soldiers drew their swords around their necks and fell to the ground in an instant.
The cold wind roared past and rolled up the ghost of death.
At the very center of the palace is the Lingxiao Hall.
There was chaos in the palace at the moment, but it was still quiet in the Lingxiao Hall. At this moment, the emperor Jing Yandi of the Great Eastern Dynasty was sitting in the hall, lying on the book case and devoting himself to painting.
"At this moment, His Majesty can not move like a mountain, splashing ink, Lan Xi really admires."
When Yan Yang's voice sounded, Jing Yandi's paintings were also finished. When he closed the pen, he secretly thought that if such a good voice is a singer, he will sing a peerless song. Putting down the pen and looking up, there was a man standing in the hall, light robes slowly, and his face was like a jade, but at a glance, he admired, a filthy young man, worthy of being the first beautiful man of the Great East more than 600 years ago. The descendant of King Lan!
"Yong Wang is here." Emperor Jing Yan spoke quietly.
"Yes, Your Majesty." Feng Lanxi bowed a little, then he did his duty, looked up and looked at the Emperor calmly.
"It was you who came here first." Emperor Jing Yan also smiled calmly and got up from the chair. "I used to think, who will come first, King Ji and King Qing?"
"Does His Majesty want to see the three of us?" A cold voice sounded.
Emperor Jing Yan looked at the sound and saw a woman in white standing at the door, with clear eyes and beautiful face, with a graceful style, walking in a light and elegant step like walking on the cloud, and then standing beside Fenglan, two people White clothes and black clothes, black and white, but harmonious like a painting.
"The Blue King is also here." Emperor Jing Yan nodded and smiled, "It's not just you three, if I can, I hope to see the Seven Kings, the last and the first time, I want to see the King of Seven States."
"The King of Min is missing, and His Majesty's wish is hard to realize." Feng Lan smiled gently.
"The Great Eastern dynasty was established by the mighty emperor and the seven kings. At that time, the king was conferred on the front of the Lingxiao Temple, and the blood was sworn. The present is the last moment of the collapse of the Great Eastern dynasty. Ning's, Feng's, Bai's, Fahrenheit, Feng's, Nan's-the eight generations of Jianguo can gather here again, isn't it perfect from beginning to end?" Emperor Jing Yan's light and light looks not like talking about it The dynasty of a dynasty seems to be talking about the final outcome of a game.
Feng Xiyun looked at Jing Yandi quietly for a moment, and she said, "Your Majesty should have been born in Taitong."
Taitong is the year of the nineteenth generation of the Great East Emperor, at that time was the most prosperous and prosperous period of the Great East Empire.
"Qingwang said, I can only be a prince of peace, without the spirit of a lord of the last days?" Emperor Jing Yan looked at Feng Xiyun.
Feng Xiyun smiled faintly, "Everyone has some will and some will not, the same is true for the emperor."
Emperor Jing Yan nodded and moved closer, gazing at the round of jade moon between his foreheads, with a slight emotion, "More than six hundred years ago, the pair of wall moons divided in the Lingxiao Temple finally reached Reunited here today more than 100 years later."
Feng Lanxi and Feng Xiyun heard the words and couldn't help raising their hands at the same time to touch the half-round jade moon in the forehead.
Emperor Jing Yan turned around and faced the front of the hall, where the portraits of the founding emperors and famous generals hung,
clutches are scattered and scattered, and cause and effect are circulated. They live and breathe, and they turn around. The life is like this, the world is like this.
His voice was quiet and deep, After speaking, he took a piece of red silk from the book case, "This is what you want, take it."
Notes:
[Note 1] Yan Jidao's "Butterfly Love Flower"