Chapter 36: The beginning of the situation

Compared with Qingzhou's new king's reorganization after the throne, the Yongzhou court was stable, except for the resignation of several veterans, Yongzhou's court situation has not changed much, and the daily Zhaoming Temple is still full of talents.
Xun Anjun looked up at the Jitian Temple in front of him, and his steps could not move.
The Jitian Palace is located in the center of the Yongwang Palace. It is the palace where the Yongwangs lived. He stood in front of the palace for a long time before he stepped up the steps and stepped over the last steps. Then he saw the head of the inner court, Qiyuan, greeted him.
"Xun Anjun." Qi Yuan paid a gift.
"The minister is called to come, and please also ask the general manager to pass a word." Xuan Anjun slightly clenched his fist, with a gentle and harmless smile unique to the Feng family.
"The Lord is in the East Pole Palace." Qi Yuan's attitude is very respectful.
He has been beating in this palace for decades, and after seeing some turbulence, he admires him for the Xun Anjun in front of him. Xun Anjun is a brother of the first king’s mother and mother, but the arrogant and arrogant person of the first king approached him alone. Now that the new king has not succeeded to the throne, he summoned him several times. The Manchu dynasty will only have this privilege. .
"Please take the lead."
"Xun Anjun please."
The two had just passed through the side hall, and they saw Qiao Jin, He Qishu, Duanmu Wensheng, and Ren Chuanyun, who came to Ren Chuanyu and Mo Yuqi in the front corridor.
"I have seen Xuan Anjun." Several people saluted Xuan Anjun.
"Several people don't have to pay much courtesy." Xuan Anjun returned his salute, and glanced silently at everyone. Except for the slight excitement on Ren Chuanyun's face, all the others were quiet and steady in their eyes, so young but everyone's style, the person they used was really extraordinary.
After a few words of greeting, Fourth General Mo Yu and Ren Chuanyu went out of the palace, and Xun Anjun followed Qiyuan to the East Pole Palace.
"Lord, Xun Anjun is here." Qiyuan announced in front of the temple.
"Please." Feng Lan's elegant voice came out.
"Xun An Jun please." Qi Yuan gently opened the door.
Xuan Anjun nodded his head slightly, stepped into the hall, the door closed gently behind him, and the sunlight stopped outside the door. The crystal lights on the four walls of the pearl were dazzling, like the bright sunlight outside the hall, which shone brightly inside the hall.
Right in front of the temple sits the Fenglanxi, the current Yongwang, and the long case in front of him is piled with folds, while Fenglanxi’s gaze falls on the wall on the left, and there is a map with a length and width— -A map with the full picture of the Great Eastern Empire.
"The courtiers meet the Lord."
"Uncle is exempt from courtesy." Feng Lan got up and helped Xuan Anjun with his own hands. "There are no outsiders here, and my family doesn't need these vain courtesies."
"Ritual is not invalid." Xun Anjun performed the ceremony respectfully before getting up. "I don't know what happened when the Lord called his ministers?"
"Uncle, please come in first." Feng Lanxi did not answer.
Immediately, an internal attendant moved the chair and placed it on the lower left before the case.
"Thank you very much, Lord." Xuan Anjun was also polite, sitting generously in his chair.
Feng Lanxi looked at his uncle. Since he has memories, this uncle has done nothing for nothing. In the eyes of the group, Xun Anjun is a mediocre and honest person, but so many years have passed The father has disposed of many courtiers and relatives, and some of them have been very admired, but only this uncle has been standing there, and has been reused by the father once or twice from time to time.
Xun Anjun sat with his eyes and nose, seemingly calm, but he was thinking about when the folds in his sleeves would be most appropriate.
"Xuanzhao." Feng Lanxi's voice suddenly sounded, and it appeared exceptionally loud in this broad hall.
"Yes." The waiter, who was waiting on the side, holding an edict, walked to Xun Anjun and motioned him to kneel down to take the edict, "Xun Anjun."
Xuan Anjun froze for a moment, thinking that he hadn't said anything, so why did he come to Zhaozhao? What is the content of this edict? Thinking, standing up and kneeling.
"There is chaos in the world, there is no end to the military disaster, the country is uneasy, the people are uneasy, and the solitary world is protected by the emperor. Only ask for Yan An in Kyushu. However, the country can't have no one day. During the time of the solitary sweeping thief, Xun Anjun is in charge of the country, and hope Qingqing will not live up to the high hope of orphan.
The inner attendant finished reading the decree, and Xun Anjun suddenly stayed. why is it like this?
He knelt on the ground and suddenly raised his head, not caring about his expression of amazement at the moment in King Yong's eyes. He just wanted to know, how could this be?
According to his imagination, the nephew of his host should first greet him with a few words, ask about his body, ask his cousins, and then ask about the events at will. As for him, he can cough a few times from time to time to answer the question, to show that he is old and sick, and he can't speak clearly as much as possible. When he says the foreword, he forgets the sequel, and repeats what he has said from time to time to show him Old and confused. By this time, the nephew Lord either persuaded him with disgust, or comforted him sympathetically, and he said a few nonsense in self-blame or self-pity, and won a few words of relief from the nephew master. He can take out the playbook in his sleeve, which is heated by the body temperature, and drop a few old tears by the way, and finally he can take his gracious reward from the nephew Lord back to his home in Xuan'an Jun, nurturing every year Sun... Then all the ups and downs will be covered in the future!
But...why did he say it in the first place?
Edict! It's not even a refusal or refusal!
"Xun'an Jun?" Nei's shrill voice sounded, reminding this Xuan Anjun who seemed to be shocked by this huge favor.
I don’t know if I can escape the past by pretending to be dizzy at this time. Xuan Anjun carefully raised his eyes and peeped at the nephew on the jade seat. His eyes only touched the eyes like the night of the paint, his heart jumped hard, and cold sweats came out of his spine.
Alas...unless he really dies at this time, he is a man who can't be deceived by the jade constellation because of all the changes!
"The courtier thanked Lord Longen." Xuan Anjun finally reached out to take the edict and glanced at the person on the jade seat.
"Uncle, please pay more attention in the future. Yongzhou is entrusted to you." Feng Lan's lips twitched slightly, and a flawless smile was raised, and his dark eyes looked brightly at this time. Etiquette, Xuan Anjun sitting in a daze sitting on a chair, ha ha ha... It’s really heartfelt to be able to count this slippery old fox!
"The vassals will do their utmost to live up to the trust of the Lord." Xun Anjun bowed his head, very obediently, but the voice was so reluctant to hear in the ears of the interested person.
"If you have an uncle's words, you can rest assured alone." Feng Lanxi smiled carefreely, turning his black eyes, and said indifferently, "There is one more thing to discuss this time when I invite my uncle to come."
"Please ask the Lord to order." Xuan Anjun sighed in his heart, not knowing what hardships to send.
"After Feng Wei knew that the orphan was about to go out, he went into the palace every day and asked him to take him with him." Feng Lanxi's fingertips gently tapped the long case, "I want to cultivate him well, but...Uncle also knows , The sword on the battlefield has no eyes, and one will accidentally be injured and die. Feng Wei is your favorite child, so please ask your uncle to advise."
Xun Anjun had a meal, and then got up from the chair and bowed, saying: "Jun has something to do, and submits to his labors. The Lord himself personally led the soldiers to go out, not to mention the princes, and the Lord's upbringing is a blessing to the princes. How can a clerk hinder him. The prince wants to follow the Lord on the left and right, and invites the Lord to fulfill, so that he can also do his best for the Lord."
"Oh?" Feng Lanxi smiled slightly, raised his hands and cheered, and looked at Xuan Anjun lightly. "Uncle is not worried about Feng Wei's safety? It must be known that the battlefield is dead!"
Xun Anjun glanced up at Feng Lanxi, both of them looked indifferent, his eyes were not surprised.
"Life and death have a life, and wealth is in the sky. Moreover, the subjects follow the Lord, and the Lord blesses him. If there is any chance, it is also his loyalty to the Lord. This is the glory of the old minister."
"Is it?" Feng Lanxi's eyes fell on Xun Anjun's hand holding the edict. His phalanx was white and his blue muscles were striking. It didn't seem to be seemingly indifferent. "Uncle has this loyalty, can't he be so lonely You should take Feng Wei with you. But uncle, please rest assured that Feng Wei is always like a brother, as long as he is alone, he is safe and sound."
"Thank you Lord Lord Long!" Xuan Anjun kneeled and saluted.
"Yongzhou's safety is uncle's uncle's loyalty to the orphan." Feng Lanxi got up from his seat and raised Xun Anjun, patting his hand tightly on the edict.
Xun Anjun's hand shook, and the edict almost fell to the ground, hurrying and clenching, but after this loose grasp, his heart smiled bitterly, and he still couldn't escape this man's eyes! There was a respectful face on the face, saying: "The minister will not let the Lord trust."
"If an uncle said this, he would be relieved alone." Feng Lanxi smiled faintly, and waved gently.
Xun Anjun understood, "The court will retreat."
The door of the hall opened and closed gently, and the inner servant quietly retreated. Only Feng Lanyi was in the broad hall. The bright pearl swayed brightly, seeming to show off its grace to the panlong pillar in the hall.
"It's a family, there are nine tricks in the heart, and nine intestines in the intestines." A mocking whisper came from behind the dense bead curtain on the side of the temple. The bead curtain rolled up and walked out of the wind.
"My uncle is a very intelligent person, even the first king respects him by three points." Feng Lanxi glanced at Feng Xiyun and walked to the wall, looking at the map hanging on the wall.
"You don't seem to worry about him?" Feng Xiyun said.
"Is there?" Feng Lanxi blinked, "I entrust the whole Yongzhou to him, is this not enough trust?"
"Humph." Feng Xiyun hummed slightly, with a slight sneer on his face. "You don't come here in front of me. If you really trust him, why would you bring Feng Wei to your side? If he really has Is it true that a hostage is useful?"
Feng Lanxi didn't care about Feng Xiyun's sarcasm, "You Qingzhou Feng's ancestors have only one heir. For this heir to some of your heirs, the representative's estimate is not power and glory, but a burden that cannot escape. "He turned around and looked at the jade with his hand, "But in our Yongzhou, every generation will fight for the jade to break the blood, you will die!" he said, looking at Feng Xiyun sideways, his face still hanging lightly. With a smile, a pair of black eyes flickered like a cold star, "Xun Anjun is not distracted now, but... after I left, this Yongzhou was all in his hands, after a long time, I was used to sitting in a high position, that kind of grip The feeling of being born and killing and taking control of the people will inevitably not make people flutter, forget, or fall in love! I brought Feng Wei to remind him, let him always remember, who is the owner of Yongzhou, save him from forgetting himself, Also save him... Nothing can be done!"
Feng Xiyun silently.
"Furthermore..." Feng Lanxi looked up at the map on the wall. "Feng Wei is indeed a talent for creation, and I have the intention to cultivate him."
Feng Xiyun shook his head and sighed for a long time, "There may be no one in this world who can fully trust you."
Feng Lan Xi Ning looked at her for a moment, only to say: "Complete trust is a life-and-death relationship, such a person...too rare."
At the beginning of July 27th in Jingyan, the Yong and Qing kings sent out 250,000 soldiers in the name of "Falling the chaotic ministers against the thieves" to conquer Beizhou who "repeatedly embarrassed the emperor."
In the same month, the King of Ji, with the name of "conquering the troubled world and clearing the world", gathered 300,000 troops of Ji and You, divided into two groups, and marched to King Qiyun and Shangzhou.
Fengyunqi and Moyuqi live up to their prestige, and the way is like a broken bamboo. Within a month, they have captured the four cities of Beizhou, and they are approaching the last barrier of the capital of Beizhou-Dingcheng!
At the same time, the fight for the sky and the golden clothes are also repeated. The three men from Youzhou, and the Jinyi rides led by the imperial rains of Jizhou Huangyu and Qiu Jiushuang, captured the two cities of Qiyun in January! The competing Tianqi ride headed by the dynasty prosperously entered the unmanned territory, and within three months, they captured the three cities of Shangzhou!
On August 10, approaching the Mid-Autumn Festival, the moon became round and Gui Guixiang was fragrant.
The city of Taizhou in Shangzhou has been occupied by Jizhou Jingtianqi. The wounds burned by the war are covered in the dark night. The city is still that city, with fewer people and more people, standing quietly on the ground In the lights, the occasional light reflected by the ice and cold sword can remind people of the city once broken, and the purple lion flame flag of the Jizhou Emperor is now flying on the tower.
Standing on the tower, looking up at the night sky, that bright moon seemed to hang overhead and reach out, but it was not full enough, which made people feel a bit regretful, but the light sparse stars beside the moon reminded people to hang , Fearing that it could not bear Yuehui, she would hide in shame.
"Wuyuan, did you say that the snowman is really beautiful?" On the tower, Huang Yu, with armor and long sword hanging from his waist, asked him that the white jade was not close to him.
"You said Xuekong?" Yu Wuyuan's gaze was still looking at the bright moon above his head, and said at random, "Xue Jingkong Lingling, of course, is beautiful."
"Then you said...Will all the women like him when they see it?" Huang Yu asked again, his palm gripping the hilt slightly.
Yu Wuyuan missed the words and turned to look at him. His eyes seemed to absorb the silver of Mingyue, and he was brilliant.
"I'm asking you, why are you looking at me?" Huang Yu was so uncomfortable to look at him like that, as if he had seen it through from the inside out.
Yu Wuyuan smiled slightly and said, "Are you worried that Jiu Shuang will like to fall in love with snow?"
"Where is it!" Huang Yu shouted reflectively. "Why am I worried about that ugly woman she likes? What's up to me!"
Yu Wuyuan didn't pay attention to his shouts, and still smiled: "Come on, Jiu Shuang won't like Xuekong."
"I said I don't care, you didn't hear it!" Huang Yu shouted again, not afraid of the soldiers at the head of the city.
"Jiushuang is a rare strange woman in the world, and many people like her." Yu Wuyuan looked up and looked at the round moon in the night sky. "Although this month has some shortcomings, it is not detrimental to its glory and crystal light. The arrogance of red dust is still the world's longing for."
"What are you talking about... The woman is neither beautiful nor gentle, but also vulgar, rude, and not like a woman at all. Who would like her so disrespectfully..." Huang Yu retorted, but the more Speaking of the lower voice behind, it seems to be talking to himself.
"It's amazing to be able to like her." Yu Wuyuan bowed his head slightly, raised his palm slightly, and under Yuehua, his hands shone like jade. At first glance, it almost seemed to be transparent white jade, ten fingers slender , Perfectly dazzling, but in an instant, the hand returned to normal, just slightly whiter than ordinary people.
Huang Yu didn't notice Jade Wuyuan's hand. His eyes fell on the slightly flawed moon above his head. After a long look, he seemed to accept the fact that he wouldn't suddenly become round when he looked at Ming Yue. And sighed heavily: "Ah! At least it's amazing, not a loss!"
Yu Wuyuan looked at him, looking a little funny, but also envious, patting him on the shoulder: "She and Xue Kong bet you, see who can go to the vast mountain first?"
"Of course it's me... well, Brother Wang!" Huang Yu blurted out slightly in the middle.
"Well." Yu Wuyuan looked forward. In the thick night, the front was dim. Even if the moon was empty, tens of feet of foreigners were dark again. "The vast mountain top...The dynasty will go."
"Brother Wang will of course go to the top of the vast mountain!" Huang Yu thought of it without looking at it, looking at the spotless person in front of him, like a fairy under the moon, he couldn't help but have doubts, "Wait, do you have someone you like?"
"People you like?" Yu Wuyuan looked back at him and smiled gently, "I like all people."
"Not really." Huang Yu shook his head and pointed his finger to his chest. "I mean the one who cares!"
"People in my heart?" Yu Wuyuan stunned. After a moment, he smiled faintly, but the smile was like the darkness of the night. The eyes gathered by the moonlight also gathered all the glory, slightly bowed his head, a strand of hair fell, covered Half of his face.
The white clothes like snow, the black hair like ink, the jade at that moment was missed, sad and lonely, like the lonely soul in the thick night, instead of the fairy in the moon.
"Wuyuan..." Huang Yu reached out and tried to pull his sleeve, but somehow dropped his hand, and wanted to call him, but he didn't know what to say, only knew that such a jade Wuyuan was never seen by him, It seemed that he had stabbed him with a knife in his own hand, and let him fall into the helpless red dust from the worry-free Biluo Yaotai.
"Yu family's people have no heart-why can't people be careless?" Yu Wuyuan's voice was clear and calm. He looked up at the sky, his hair hanging down, revealing his indifferent face.
"Without heart, where can people live, isn't it dead early?" Huang Yu murmured.
Hearing this, Yu had no choice but to turn his head to look at this seemingly innocent and intelligent person. After a while, he said indifferently: "Maybe."
"What's the matter!" Huang Yu rolled her eyes but turned her eyes, "You are alive!" He reached out and grabbed Yu Wuyuan's shoulders, this body is warm, "Yu family members are known as'Tianren', but you can It’s not those heaven and earth who abandon love and hatred in the world and have no desire or need! You are a kind of heaven and man who is benevolent and merciful!
"Heaven and jade family..." Yu Wumu murmured, gazing at the night sky like a misty lake. After a long time, he raised his hand to cover his eyes and stopped talking. White jade-like beauty, a slight smile on his lips, but that smile is more sad and sad than the sad cry...heartache!
At that moment, it seemed that something was stuck in his chest, preventing Huang Yu from breathing. His eyes were sour and astringent, but he wanted to shed tears, but he didn't know why he shed tears. The person in front of him, white clothes like snow, elegant and dusty, like flying immortals under the moon, that should be admired by all people in the world... but he just looked at it but wanted to cry.
Many years later, Huang Yu still couldn't forget the jade miss of the night, and always thought of his smile. It seemed to be lonely for thousands of years, and sad for thousands of years, but he still wanted to smile lightly. That smile, no matter how many years in the past, always made Huang Yu feel so sad that he always hugged his lover, and said dizzyingly, "In fact, we are much happier than mortals. Now!"
August 15, the capital of Beizhou.
A round of Haoyue hangs in the sky, the radiance falls like silver gauze, the world is in a misty white light, Gui Ying whirling, the dark fragrance floating. Tonight is the Mid-Autumn Festival, which should have been a joyous festival for the family, but the entire North King has little laughter. After worshipping the moon and praying to God, no one can mention the interest in talking and laughing. His heart is worried. Broken by the Yong and Qing armies?
In the North Palace, the main hall of the Yidan Palace, the North King Bai Huan quietly looked at the portraits of the lords of the Bai dynasties hanging in the hall, and looked at the jade penetrating the ancestors of the ancestors next to the painting. After a long time, he seemed tired. Closed his eyes.
There was a very light sound of pushing the door, and the North King with his eyes closed suddenly opened his eyes, "Langhua, you are no longer obedient." The words are reproachful, but the tone is with a helpless spoil.
"Father, why are you staying here?" A silver bell sounded, and then a girl dressed in a fiery red palace stepped into the hall, as if a bunch of glowing mists poured in, adding a touch of vitality to the dead Yidan Palace. "You have canceled the annual feast of the moon in the palace, are you worried that the Yong Jun will break the Dingcheng? Then don't stay here, these ancestors have turned into gray, you have to worship more, they also If you can’t survive to help you retreat from the enemy, you might as well lead your army to Dingcheng and fight against the Yong and Qing kings!"
"Langhua, don't be rude to the ancestors!" North King scolded.
The girl was not afraid, "Well, what's the use of worshipping these ancestors? Are they really so powerful that they can help me fail in Beizhou?"
The girl was fifteen or sixteen years old, born petite and exquisite, with two crescent moon eyebrows on the face of melon seeds, aquatic apricot eyes, slightly warped nose, small cherry lips, extremely white and clean skin tone, against the fiery red Qiluo skirt. Next, the snow-white skin was light and rosy, worthy of her "Langhua" name, just like a white lang flower blooming in the red glow, it was the sixth daughter of the Northern King-Princess Langhua Bailang China.
"Langhua," the North King shook his head helplessly. For this favorite daughter, he couldn't be really stern. "You haven't returned to the palace to rest, why are you here?"
"It's such a good moonlight tonight, but nobody in the palace appreciates it. It's all a worried look. It makes people look bored and boring." Bai Langhua said with a lip, "Father, my North State also has a large number of troops. One hundred thousand, why fear him Yongzhou? You don’t want these ancestors, you might as well send your daughter to Dingcheng.
"You child," the North King looked at the look of his daughter's eagerness, and it was funny and angry. "It is a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers. You are a girl's family.
"Father, how can you despise your daughter!" Bai Langhua heard Yan Bei's arm and hung half of her body on it. "Although her daughter is a woman, she has been practicing sword and archery since childhood and has read the military books. Ask yourself not to be worse than a few older brothers. And what about the women, aren’t the queen of Qingzhou Fengxiyun, the Jishou general Qiuyushuang Qiushuang, aren’t they all women? But they are also the world-famous Megatron!"
"Good! Good! Good! The lone Langhua is also very good." The North King patted his daughter lovingly.
"Father, you still look down on your daughter." How could Bai Langhua not see his father's perfunctory, and stretched his hand to pull the beard of the North King, not reluctantly saying: "Father, you sent your daughter to lead troops to Dingcheng, The daughter will not let you down!"
"Langhua, don't mess around!" The North King ripped off his daughter's hand and put on a serious face. "Dingcheng is not your child's place to play!"
"Father King..." Bai Langhua refused.
"Go back to the palace!" North King shouted severely.
Bai Langhua looked at his father's face, knowing how to say it was useless, annoyed in his heart, and left his hand, "Go back and go back! Hum! Father Wang, you're mad at me, I won't eat tomorrow!"
Watching the beloved girl who walked out of the hall angrily, listening to her wayward words, the North King shook his head and smiled, but the smile only opened a little bit, thinking of the battle ahead, and his brows were locked together.
Bai Langhua, who rushed out of the main hall, stepped heavily on the blue stone floor with his feet, and seemed to step out of a big hole to relieve the gas, but the footboard was numb. This stone floor is still a stone floor She didn’t change into a stone powder floor because she was Princess Langhua, so she stretched out her hands and twitched the flowers and plants on both sides of the road, throwing them hard while throwing them. She walked all the way and left all the flowers.
unacceptable! Father Wang always does not believe her! A few elder brothers led the soldiers to fight, two went to Dingcheng, four went to King Qiyun, but she was trapped in this palace, and they drank and drank tea with the concubines of the father king, watching flowers Sighing month, it's really boring! If she could be led, her Princess Langhua would certainly not lose the Qingxiyun of Qingzhou! When he thought of Feng Xiyun and Hua Chunran, Bai Langhua became more upset.
Missing her white Langhua, she has a lovely look at Yuxue since she was a little girl. She is more beautiful and charming when she is older. At the age of ten, she danced on the Langgan stage at the grand wedding ceremony of her brother. Support, dumped thousands of subjects, and won the title of "Langang Flower", and she will definitely grow more beautiful in a year or two, and then it will be the unparalleled "Langang Flower" of the entire Great Eastern Empire. However, in order to celebrate the birthday of the princess who loved the girl, Youzhou Youwang held a peony flower meeting, inviting the princes and nobles of Dadong to watch it, and the pure princess who showed a little at the flower party let everyone Shocked by heaven, saying that the Peony Fairy is not as good as her three-point beauty. Since then, the people of Dadong have confessed that the innocent princess is the first beauty, and forgot her this Langue flower!
Well, she can’t be the first beauty, so she works hard to get the name of the first talented woman. To know that the poems and poetry are self-sufficient, then what is the use of pure princess beauty, is not just obvious, Wait to see, she Bai Langhua will become Dadong's first talent in the future. But this intention was only a little bit revealing to her, and the eldest brother threw it over in a sentence, saying what was before her. Princess Xiyun of Qingzhou, who was ten years old, had already made the article "On the Ten Strategies of Jingtai", which overwhelmed Qingzhou. The talented man has long won the title of "the world's first talented girl", and the fourth elder brother still laughed at her ignorance.
She was so angry that she cried and thought about what the talented girl had done. She had no strength in her hands. If she met any robber bandits, she was not scared and crying again, her manners were lost! So she decided to practice martial arts, and read a lot of soldiers books, determined to be a famous female general, heroic and brave, with a strong spirit, kill enemies and capture thieves on the battlefield, set up soldiers on the battlefield, attack the city, expand the territory, and let Beizhou be in Her hands are as strong as Jizhou and Yongzhou. And she can rely on the merits of the future, admired by future generations, named in the history of Qing Dynasty, and left the world forever... what a wonderful prospect.
But it happened... She hadn't finished reading a military book, and there was news that Qingzhou Fengyun Qi defeated Youzhou Jinyiqi. At one time, the world was talking about Feng Xiyun, who created Fengyun Qi by one hand, and said how she directed Feng Yun Qi Xi refused to compete with Tian Qi and Nan Yi Jin Yi Qi, and how to use the plan to trap Yong Jun in You Gorge for three days and three nights... The legend of Feng Xiyun has not been finished yet, what Jiu Jiu has appeared in Jizhou Frost, one man took the lead and won the two cities of Shangzhou, and with five thousand soldiers, he robbed the hundreds of miles of fertile soil of King Qiyun...
Ooooooooooo...
She cried and cried with her pillow, then wiped her tears and told herself not to be discouraged. Hua Chunran is nothing but beautiful, but what is the use of beauty, and she has no talent and martial arts to cherish the wind and clouds! What Feng Xiyun counts, she is a talented person, what about martial arts, and she doesn’t have Hua Chunran’s peerless looks. From the fact that no one has ever talked about her looks, she knows that she is absolutely mediocre. Maybe it's ugly, like Yasha's rebirth! So... her Bai Langhua is not only beautiful, but also proficient in poetry, singing and dancing, practicing martial arts, and reading military books. She is beautiful, talented, and artistic. Princess Langhua!
It's just...Looking up at the bright moon in the night sky, at this moment Bai Langhua, who had no achievements at this moment, sighed with great resentment.
Even if she is perfect, she is still trapped in this little Beizhou, a little royal palace, making her little Langgan flower! Hua Chunran is still the most beautiful beauty in Dadong, which makes all men in the world admire. Feng Xiyun is famous all over the world, no matter how old or young men and women mention her, they are all respected. Of the four most respected princes in the world, the most honorable dynasty son and Lan Xi son, one married Hua Chunran, and the other was engaged to Feng Xiyun. Only she was 16 years old this year, except for a few arrogant and arrogant Outside of my brother, I have never seen another young man.
Huh, it’s all blaming the father, and loving her daughter is not such a loving method. Actually, she is so good that she is locked in the deep palace, so that she can’t see the world, and the world can’t see her. How can this make her famous, Is the name spread all over the world?
So...Bai Langhua clenched his fists. Father, I have endured for a long time! If you don’t let me go, can’t I go by myself?