In the main hall, Feng Xuan opened his arms, and with a perfect father's posture, he extended an inviting and hugging embrace to Meng Fuyao.
On the top of the main hall, Meng Fuyao was leaning against the jacaranda beam, with his arms folded over his chest, one leg bent and the other straight, sitting with a blank expression on his face, looking down at Feng Xuan.
After a while, she slowly smiled and said, "Father?"
Feng Xuan's eyes lit up, and Feng Jingfan's expression changed.
Without waiting for Feng Xuan to be happy, Meng Fuyao has already slowly continued, word by word: "Zhong Zening's husband, Feng Jingfan's father, how can he be Meng Fuyao's father?"
Feng Xuan's face twitched for a moment, his facial features seemed to be shifted in an instant, and it took him a while to recover his facial expression, and he smiled and said: "Fuyao, I know you hate me, but I also have something to do. If you kill her, then kill her, I will depose her immediately, and all the Zhong family who implicated her will be punished as treason, everyone in the Zhong family, you can do whatever you want until you are relieved."
"And this." Feng Xuan held up the imperial edict in his hand, and made a seductive move to Meng Fuyao, "Xuanji's throne, I have decided to pass it on to you, from now on you will be the queen, life and death will seize the power of the world, and everything will be controlled by you from now on Hand, the pinnacle of glory and power in the world is under your feet, okay? Do you like it?"
"No!"
A sharp cry pierced the eerie silence at this moment, Feng Jingfan, who had been leaning against the side of the couch to barely support himself, suddenly rushed over and grabbed the edict with his hands.
Feng Xuan's complexion changed and his hands were withdrawn. Feng Jingfan's five fingers were slender and long like ghost claws, and her nails were shining with poisonous light blue fluorescence. Life, so unscrupulous and murderous, snatched it.
On the top of the main hall, Changsun Wuji and Meng Fuyao were motionless, watching indifferently, Tang Yizhong had already retreated to avoid suspicion, and went to direct the counterattack.
Feng Jing fan snatched it over like wind, Feng Xuan snorted coldly, suddenly slapped the imperial edict on the table, and leaned back.
The edict was slapped on the table, and a long roll was dragged down. Feng Jingfan reached out and grabbed the edict, and then tore it up.
"Chi-"
There was a very light and sharp sound, which suddenly sounded from under the overturned table at the end of the imperial edict. In the dimly lit hall, a short light green light flashed vaguely, like the flash of stars in the sky, and there was an electric thunderbolt. like screams.
"ah-"
The blood spurted out, but it was light green, not like blood, but like two small weird blue flowers.
The flower of the last light.
The short nail in the organ under the table case was activated at the moment Feng Jingfan quickly grabbed the edict, and the machine spring was strong within a very close distance, and instantly shot into the eyes of Feng Jingfan who was tearing up the edict with his head bowed!
One went straight into the eyes, and the other pierced through the bridge of the nose and pierced into the corners of the eyes, destroying both eyes!
Feng Jingfan's miserable cry seemed to shake the entire hall down, and she put it on so sadly and high-spiritedly, straight up like a steel needle, up and up again, as if she didn't call herself a broken soul, and didn't call her heart broken. give up.
The youngest princess who was pampered and spoiled since she was a child, has been cared for all her life. She has never touched her noble hands with anyone, and she has never broken her nails. But Jing Fan failed to learn half of Yu Heng, and only practiced lightness kung fu to perfection in order to save his life in a critical moment. How can he bear the pain of ruining his eyes now
She screamed crazily, the blood was streaming down her face, and the sticky blood stuck to her face the long and short black hair that had been cut off, black, black, white, white, red and red couldn't distinguish her facial features, only her pink lips had turned blue , only saw her open her mouth like that, crying out dripping blood from the depths of her throat.
Meng Fuyao closed her eyes, in the light of Chen An's ceiling, she was expressionless.
Fourteen years ago, the golden and red hibiscus flower skirt flashed through my mind, and I heard a "click".
The click of the lock.
But today, let yourself drop the lock of your life.
Those who do evil by themselves cannot live.
Feng Jingfan yelled like that, but suddenly stopped, as if he could no longer yell, he leaned over and looked back suddenly, his blood-stained eye sockets fiercely "looked" in Feng Xuan's direction.
Her eyes are no longer eyes, but two fuzzy lumps of flesh and blood. The flesh and blood were burned by the fierce and crazy hatred, trembling and throbbing, being "watched" by those "eyes", walking through the bloody storm. , the extremely powerful Feng Xuan couldn't help trembling, shrinking back on the couch.
Feng Jingfan rushed over suddenly.
She rushed over, so violently, blood splashed from her eye sockets, and a deep red line stretched out, before the trail of the line dispersed, she was already at Feng Xuan's side.
Feng Xuan didn't expect that if she was seriously injured, she would still have the strength to attack herself, so she shouted in panic, "Fuyao save me—Fuyao save me—"
Meng Fuyao immediately lay down, lying on the lanyard, it was very good and comfortable.
Feng Xuan pleaded for help to no avail, seeing Feng Jingfan being so ferocious, he rushed towards him, and in a blink of an eye, he slammed his head into his chest with a whistling sound.
His throat was sweetened by the impact, his eyes suddenly darkened, and a fierce light flashed. Suddenly, when Feng Jingfan raised his hands again, he slammed a brass faucet on the couch beside him!
"call out!"
Dozens of sounds sounded like one sound, and countless throwing knives were suddenly shot out from the four corners of the bed!
The light of the saber was like lightning, and it shot directly at Feng Jingfan's whole body!
Feng Jingfan retreated quickly when she heard the sound of the wind, her lightness kung fu was superb, this lightness kung fu had saved her life countless times, there was still a distance between the flying knife and her, she had time to back away.
On the top of the hall, Meng Fuyao flicked his fingers suddenly.
Feng Jingfan only felt a block behind her, as if a wall suddenly rose on the flat ground behind her, blocking her last retreat, and then she felt a chill all over her body.
The whole body is cold, and countless places are suddenly emptied, like a tightly woven, luxurious and smooth brocade that is suddenly pierced with countless holes, turning into a net full of holes. The tattered net flutters in the wind, revealing Through the tide of blood that smelt.
Piercing the body with a thousand swords is a punishment from heaven.
When Feng Jingfan arrived at this time, he stopped screaming, and if he couldn't scream anymore, there was no need to scream. The blood all over his body was poured out without any cover, and he took out all the words he had spoken in his life. .
She just twirled, turning the moon-white skirt into a bloody flower, the last bleak flower, the crimson blood fell on the bluish white, bright and dazzling,...moon white...moon white...hateful moon White... a desolate and desolate color... Once upon a time, she only liked golden red, big hibiscus flowers, colorful pearl and jade jewelry, those emerald cast emerald opal topaz crystal glass, those bright and flamboyant beauty are so sharp The color that is in your heart and eyes... Once upon a time, for him, for that damned lotus flower, she would always wear moon-white plain clothes, take off her dazzling jewelry, and replace all related utensils with big and small lotus flowers. Studying those boring Buddhist scriptures night and day... So painstaking... So painstaking... The love since the age of seven... Until now... Until now...
She suddenly raised her head and laughed crazily. It was still a silent laugh, and she couldn't tell what kind of smile it was.
She smiled, stumbled, and rushed towards the direction of the eldest grandson Wuji in her memory with the knives all over her body. She didn't know what she was going to do, did she also want to die with him? Do you want to tell him about your infatuated love in this life, or is it just because of the endless obsession and delusion in your life? Obsession... Obsession... Feng Jingfan, who has been giving and asking for anything since she was young, and no one will resist it, doesn't know what it feels like to refuse, and will never accept rejection, so he has become her obsession. To get and to get, to this day has become vain.
It turns out that everything in the world is illusory... The young boy is vain... The legend of Hanlian's birth is vain... The inheritance of the throne is vain... The father's favor is vain... All the hatred and love are vain...
It turned out that she came here just for the blurred illusion in her life. She was tossing and turning in this illusion, trying to figure out all kinds of tricks, and she was not her own self all her life.
Why bother? Why bother
She smiled, seeming to see through, but she didn't see through at all. The direction she struggled for the last time in her life was still towards him.
The eldest grandson Wugao sat on the top of the palace, and looked at this woman who rushed towards him again and again with a blank expression, with deep hatred in his eyes... If it wasn't for her, Xu Wan and Fuyao would have had time to wait for him to go back to save them, and their fate would be different. Completely went in another direction; if it wasn't for her, Fuyao wouldn't have been forced to block memory for many years after witnessing Xu Wan being tortured in the locker, and suffered hardships for nineteen years; if it wasn't for her, how could Fuyao be injured like this, artificial Draw a gap between you and him that has not yet been able to fill
Calmly, he flicked his sleeves.
A strong force surged up on the ground, and stopped Feng Jingfan who was rushing forward, and blocked him three feet away. He didn't even allow her to approach the place three feet below him.
With a huge resistance, Feng Jingfan's body seemed to hit a wall. Previously, his back hit his back and blocked his way, but now his front and heart hit him. Sprayed pink blood mist.
She fell down slowly, and before she fell, she was still scratching desperately with her fingers, as if she wanted to break away the invisible wall between Zhangsun Wuji and her forever, and also seemed to want to catch the phantoms of enemies that appeared in front of her—Changsun Wuji, Meng Meng, etc. Fuyao, Fengxuan... those prophecies of fate that she has been entangled with endlessly throughout her life, giving her a beginning and an end.
She scratched, more and more slowly, and finally stopped in mid-air.
She couldn't lie down comfortably and die forever—there were too many knives on her body, and they were propped on the ground between the golden bricks, and her body was raised high, into a very tiring posture tilted at thirty degrees.
Her hand was still held high, in a perpetual scratching gesture.
I have learned the holy and elegant false lotus all my life, and died in the ugliest posture.
The crimson blood flowed all over the hall, flowing down the blades along the countless blades, wandering crookedly and outlining the ground, drawing a mysterious fate map that no one could understand.
Feng Xuan was coughing uncontrollably on the couch, curled up into a ball, he had already run out of energy, had dealt with the empress Yuheng Feng Jingfan for a long time, and had to take care of the external situation, it was indeed approaching the final deadline, just now He was just holding on, but when he was bumped by Feng Jingfan again, he felt like his whole body was about to fall apart.
He coughed, but showed a smug smile, it doesn't matter if he is dead, he is the last winner after all, he finally elected the most ruthless ruler, seeing Fuyao's chicness when he fell asleep just now, how happy and decisive he is; Seeing how neatly Fuyao blocked Jingfan's finger, if she hadn't slept without that finger, he might have hesitated—Xuanji doesn't need a good man who doesn't make decisions!
Thirty years ago, when his own father handed over the imperial edict to him, he was also covered in blood, the blood of his brothers and sisters.
The father said to him like that - it doesn't matter if you have more children, you will have choices in the future, my first generation, Xuanji, has too few children, and the qualifications of the two children are not good, so I reluctantly chose one. After ten years of rule, China's power has declined. The descendants prospered and gave birth to the British Lord, and the country might have been destroyed a hundred years ago.
Father said that to him—but don't love too much, if you love hard, you will be reluctant to part with it in the future.
So there is no love, those tender affections are just needs, just like the queen, Wuzhou Continent knows that Fengxuan fears his wife like a tiger and becomes a laughingstock, but he fears his wife because he loves his wife, he Fengxuan doesn't love that fake at all , where's the fear
The only thing I fear is that man who is as powerful as a god.
He used to think that there would always be a solution—Ze Ning was young, Yu Heng was strong, and a lonely man and a widow lived together all year round, so it was inevitable that there would be firewood. Where do they flaunt their might
For this reason, he plotted against Yuheng for many years. Those heart-cutting medicines were put into food and drink little by little, in the palace, and even on the servants who were close to him, wanting him to mess up. He asked him to throw his wife down, but what he never expected was that the shrew was so polite, keeping her noble status in mind, and never let Yuheng get close to her body for three feet, and Yuheng was so powerful, so Years of silent calculations were suppressed by his powerful force.
But suppression is just suppression after all, the flames have been suppressed for a long time, once they erupt, they will burn even more fiercely, isn't it all right now? Look, his daughter, and he actually chose a way to resolve that couple happily.
Desire is the same as hatred, a double-edged sword, well used, is the most convenient weapon.
Like Meng Fuyao, without the drive of hatred, can he be so decisive
However, he had to control her hatred within a certain limit, don't let her hate start a fire, and really use Xuanji to burn it.
Feng Xuan coughed loudly, coughed up a mouthful of thick bloody sputum, picked up the imperial edict, and showed an inviting smile to Meng Fuyao.
His complexion was pale and his eyes were blue and black. Under the bloody and dim light of the hall, he waved the gleaming golden edict that he thought was very alluring, and showed a ghostly smile to Meng Fuyao.
Meng Fuyao looked at that smile, as if he was looking at a murderous ghost emerging from the ground, with his left hand wanting to machete with his right hand, he definitely didn't have human nature, and his born mission was to devour the flesh and blood that fell from his body.
She was silent, silent for a long time.
Fengxuan is not in a hurry, he is very patient, he does not believe that someone will not be tempted by the desire for power and power, she is so interested in Meng Fuyao being the Wuji General, Dahan Mengwang, and Xuanyuan Guoshi Participating in the political wars of various countries, she is naturally a cunning, changeable and omnipotent politician, so why should she not accept a wider world? What kind of generals, princes, national teachers, no matter how one person is under ten thousand people, after all, they are other people's courtiers, worthy of the lord of a country, Queen Xuanji
The hall is full of blood, the candles are flickering, and the darkness seems to be so thick that it cannot be shaken away. Outside the hall, a long row of long windows has turned slightly white, and the east is gradually showing dawn. No matter how dark the night will eventually pass, and the sky is about to light up.
After daybreak, it was the empress's succession ceremony that Fengxuan, who was determined to test at the last moment, decided.
And the queen who was about to take the throne was still squatting on the top of the hall, indifferently looking at the succession edict that countless people were fighting for.
The imperial edict was soft and smooth, shining in the dark, looking holy and solemn, with no blood stains on all sides.
Meng Fuyao finally moved.
She floated down from the top of the couplet beam, and floated in front of Feng Xuan.
Feng Xuan narrowed his eyes and smiled, proud and satisfied.
He held the imperial edict tightly, waiting for Meng Fuyao to reach out to take it, then he would shrink back and put forward conditions to Meng Fuyao first.
His wishful thinking failed.
Meng Fuyao put his hands behind his back, didn't go to accept the edict at all, just looked at him with disdain, and said directly: "Conditions."
Feng Xuan was startled, and then smiled even more satisfied, well, this is the style of an empress, it doesn't matter if he himself is a little despised, as long as the successor is strong and smart enough, he is happy.
It seems that it was right not to look for her for so many years. Meng Fuyao, who has experienced the bloody winds in the Jianghu court, is obviously more experienced and powerful than his sons and daughters raised in Xuanji's court.
"You swear." With a flick of his finger, the wall behind him was opened, revealing a shrine enshrining a bird-headed and human-bodied beast, "You swear to my ancestors of the Feng family that you, Feng Fuyao, the daughter of the Feng family, will always be loyal to the Feng family." , Loyal to the Xuanji sect, inherit the great order, act on behalf of heaven and things, nurture the common people, open up the land and serve the far away, and protect the Xuanji country forever.
He slowly got down on the bed by himself, kowtowed to the totem, turned his back to Meng Fuyao and said meaningfully: "The ancestor of my Xuanji Feng family is the ancient Phoenix God, and there are miracles, very effective."
Then he turned around and looked at Meng Fuyao with hope—everything he swore before the God of Wuzhou Continent, as long as Meng Fuyao dared to swear before this god, it meant that she had no intention of embarrassing Xuanji and taking revenge on the throne. This was his last test for Meng Fuyao , is also his last trump card, although he himself feels that a Xuanji throne is enough to offset Meng Fuyao's suffering and anger, but in case of emergency, this oath must be made.
Meng Fuyao met his gaze, smiled indifferently, and said, "Feng Fuyao?"
"You can't be surnamed Meng anymore." Feng Xuan said, "This surname is the truly honorable surname."
"You finally decided to pass the throne to Feng Fuyao? Feng Fuyao, the lowest-ranked imperial daughter born to you and court lady Xu Wan?" Meng Fuyao asked again.
Fengxuan felt that this sentence was nonsense, thinking that the child was too excited and couldn't help being verbose, and said with a smile: "Yes, it's your mother, you can give her a title after you succeed to the throne, her mother is as expensive as her son, In the future, she will be the Empress Dowager, and will no longer be a lowly court lady, if you like, you can change her background when writing the history, it's up to you."
Meng Fuyao nodded, strode forward to take incense three respects, and said word by word: "Feng Fuyao, the daughter of the Feng family, the daughter of Xuanji Tiancheng Emperor Fengxuan and Qingze County's daughter Xu Wan, now inherits her father's imperial ancestry, and is always loyal to Feng. Clan, Yongzhong Xuanji, inheriting the great order, acting on behalf of heaven and things, nurturing Li Shu, setting up soil and serving far away, protecting Xuanji's country forever, if there is any violation, the world will not tolerate it, and the body will be killed by thousands of thunders, and there will be no bones left!"
She spoke clearly and fluently, without ambiguity, Feng Xuan listened carefully, smiling with satisfaction, and presented the imperial edict.
Meng Fuyao took it casually.
Holding the edict in his hand, it was like holding a blood-stained map of mountains and rivers. Within a few words, it seemed as if he could hear the cries of the unjustly dead, the fourth princess, the fifth princess, the sixth princess, the seventh prince, and the eighth prince. The princesses, oh, and the eldest princess, I heard that the purple cloak led by her was retreating steadily, and was forced to the Duxiu Peak in the suburbs of Beijing by the third prince. Another one died.
This is the Xuanji royal family, this is the Xuanji country, this is the inheritance of Xuanji, the light edict soaked in the blood of golden branches and jade leaves, was respectfully picked up by the old man exuding a stench and decay, and handed over to her.
Holding the imperial edict, Meng Fuyao didn't have the joy of climbing to the top and ruling the world, and she couldn't imagine the joy of such a throne. She suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing heartily, laughing at the darkness and desolation of this world, laughing at the red dust of the world. Of course, laughing at the group of idiots who are fighting to the death for this damn thing, they don't know that the desire for power is like a knife net, who is caught in the net, and who is left behind.
So she laughed, a hearty, sharp and hearty laugh that soared into the sky. She laughed for a whole quarter of an hour. At first, Feng Xuan thought she was smiling happily, and laughed along with her. Things changed, just when Feng Xuan thought she was going to laugh like crazy, Meng Fuyao suddenly stopped, as if she hadn't laughed that crazy just now, grabbed the imperial edict, ignored Feng Xuan, and turned around calmly.
In front of him, a ray of sunlight rises, the light is like gold, like a huge sword, it cuts through the heavy haze and blood, and fills the entire empty hall in an instant.
Under the thousand layers of jade steps, after a night of fighting on the square, blood has been exchanged for peace, the imperial forest army finally retreated after receiving His Majesty's order, and the Tang family's Changyong army, which Feng Xuan has always held in his hands, used to Of course, for the nimble and cunning little prince of the Tang family, His Majesty is a thing of the past. He only needs to be loyal to the queen now to ensure the eternal prosperity of his Tang family.
The army withdrew, and all the officials marched in geese, divided into civil and military classes, and knelt down neatly on the bloodstains that had not been completely washed in the cracks between the marble and the ground, waiting for today's succession ceremony.
All the preparations have been made, only the last name is waiting.
The prime minister led all the officials to kneel under Majesty Dan, anxiously waiting for the result that would determine their future fate. He didn't know who it would be, but he only knew that His Majesty had said that it was the one who walked out of the hall in the end , who is the new emperor.
The sun rises, the rosy clouds are brilliant, and the jade white long steps are thousands of steps tall, as if at the end of the sky amidst the clouds and rosy clouds.
At the end of the sky, the closed door of the palace was slowly opened in the eyes of thousands of people looking forward to it, and a slender figure in black, holding a volume of imperial edict, slowly stepped out of the palace.
She came from the backlight, dressed in a golden glow of colorful rays, with a straight posture and far-reaching eyes, like a god overlooking the mortal world from the nine heavens.
The officials tried their best to raise their heads, intending to see the face of the Lord.
There was a sudden bang in the prime minister's mind.
Why is it Da Han Meng Wang!
He raised his head in astonishment, and stared blankly at the woman dressed as a boy who looked down coldly with no expression on his face. Seeing her sharp eyes, he seemed to have known him before.
Suddenly remembered that a long time ago, His Majesty summoned him to discuss matters, and said meaningfully: "Don't worry, I will find a resolute and promising leader for you."
At that time, he boldly said: "Your Majesty is wise, I am not peaceful in governing the current officials, and I really need a resolute and heroic lord to rule them with an iron fist, but... there seems to be no... fortitude among the current emperor's heirs."
His Majesty smiled but did not answer, and said after a long time: "Perhaps, there will be one at that time."
It is only now that I understand!
It is only now that I truly understand the meaning of the imperial decree that "everything should be greeted with a grand ceremony"!
His Majesty's sacred heart is silently lucky, and the line is thousands of miles away, so no courtier can guess!
He straightened up quickly, raised his forehead with both hands, and his heart was full of awe-inspiring admiration for the old emperor and fear for the new emperor. He took the lead in leading all the officials and kowtowed deeply.
"Kowtow to my Lord!"
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On the sixth day of April in the 30th year of Xuanji Tiancheng, the mysterious queen Xuanji who was concerned by the Seven Kingdoms finally appeared. The legendary woman who has served as General Wuji, Prince Dahan, and Xuanyuan Guoshi once again opened a shocking new chapter in the history of the royal family of the Seven Kingdoms .
At noon on the sixth day of April, the new empress Meng Fuyao ascended the throne in Longquan Palace, the main hall of Xuanji. The midday sun shone almost warmly on the bright yellow and deep red hall, shining in the bright light. In the phoenix gown, the queen wearing the seven-treasure golden silk crown stands on the top of the throne, and the long cloud skirt is spread out under the jade steps. The nineteen-year-old woman is just fine, with red lips and white teeth, black hair and moth eyebrows, and a white forehead that is shining with gold , just like the royal wealth, luxurious, splendid, and brilliant.
It's just that the glamorous and compelling eyes of the empress are as sharp as a knife. When she looked down coldly from the top of the Dragon Throne with dark eyes, all the princes and officials bowed their heads deeply like grass blown by the wind.
Amidst the loud sound intertwined with long horns, noble Shao music, and deafening firecrackers, the officials of the ceremonies sing praises, sing and rehearse, the civil and military officials take their positions, and the music plays again. For the promotion case, read Fengxuan’s prepared imperial edict specially prepared for passing on the throne to Meng Fuyao, in which he gave a beautified explanation of Meng Fuyao’s life experience, and affectionately described how Feng Fuyao came from a noble background and how he inherited from a young age. The court training, how to go out of the palace early to experience in the world of mortals, what kind of character is precious and profound, and what kind of peerless weatherman can't be the emperor, she has spoken tens of thousands of words.
The ministers and the envoys of various countries noticed that when the empress read the imperial edict before the Jin case, she had been indifferent and seemed impatient. She tapped her fingers on the throne, and the ups and downs seemed to have a melody, but she didn't know the meaning of the knock. What song is it.
Only Meng Fuyao knew that what she played was a small order. In her previous life, a professor of her who was obsessed with Yuan opera had asked someone to compose some famous small orders.].
"Snow swords are gathered on Jueding Peak, ice curtains are hung on cliffs, and apes are leaning against trees to make clouds. The blood is blooming and Du Yu is screaming, and the cave is roaring Feilian. It is less dangerous than the heart of the mountain!"
The risk of the human heart is the ultimate victory!
After reading the imperial edict, it was the conferring of the imperial seal. Feng Xuan supported it, handed the "jade seal" to Meng Fuyao, and retreated into the harem. Naturally, the jade seal was gone, and it was destroyed by Meng Fuyao. The ceremony was impossible without the jade seal, and Meng Fuyao randomly grabbed one. The hair cake was wrapped in bright yellow satin and stuffed in Feng Xuan's hands, so Feng Xuan had no choice but to solemnly hand over the "Fat Cake Jade Seal" to the ceremony official, who then solemnly sent it up, and then solemnly handed it to Meng Fuyao. Xuan's face was twitching all the time, Meng Fuyao acted nonchalantly—if she didn't think she might get her hands dirty, she originally planned to send someone to dig up a lump of shit and wrap it in bright yellow satin as a jade seal.
As for the appearance of the jade seal, the officials dare not say that the princes and daughters who were supposed to watch the ceremony were not there—they were tricked into the apse when they entered the palace, and then they were told that the new emperor had ordered them not to participate in the ceremony, and they were all invited to go to the grand ceremony. Offering incense in front of the spirit tablet, praying for the prosperity of the country, the gate of the palace is locked, guarded by the army outside, and no one cares about scolding Potian inside, Meng Fuyao authorized Ji Yu to hit him with sewer mud when he sees anyone scolding, and when the smell of mud fills the room After closing the hall full of princes and grandsons, they were finally quiet.
Fengxuan has no objection to this, to be honest, after he succeeded to the throne, all his brothers and sisters were killed, so there is nothing to be afraid of eating a mouthful of mud.
When Meng Fuyao sat down on the throne inlaid with gold and jade, receiving congratulations from officials and envoys from all over the world, she froze suddenly.
Both Zong Yue and Changsun Wuji were there.
The emperor of Xuanyuan Kingdom and the crown prince of Wuji Kingdom could have envoys to congratulate them without having to go to the palace in person, but they both seemed to not mind being inappropriate or causing disputes among the Seven Kingdoms, and they both sat calmly.
Seeing her looking down, both of them raised their heads, Changsun Wuji smiled at her, his eyes full of comfort - he knew that for Meng Fuyao, this moment was not the glory of her life, and she must be full of disgust for these etiquettes.
Zong Yue looked straight at her, his eyes no longer had the usual avoidance and wandering, there was some pain and some eagerness in those eyes, Meng Fuyao met those eyes, and after a while, smiled faintly at him.
According to etiquette, Zong Yue is Emperor Xuanyuan, and he has the highest status among the guests. He was the first to congratulate. Cheng Xiqia, our country is willing to establish a good business relationship with Xuanji, and the two countries will benefit each other."
Meng Fuyao stood up to return the gift, and Xuanji's ministers all showed joy. Xuanyuan is the world's largest merchant, and has a large population, but there has been no state affairs in the past, so there is no mutual benefit in trade. There is a stable and huge sales channel for novelty products, and Xuanyuan is rich in minerals, and transporting them to Xuanji is also very helpful for the development of weapons that Xuanji is good at. .
Meng Fuyao looked at Zong Yue's painful eyes, and the light and shadow reappeared in an instant. Fourteen years ago, on the lonely cliff and under the green cypresses, the young man in white was gently stroking his loose teeth. Said: "I hope you forget... I hope you forget... Don't be like me, thinking about it every day..."
What's wrong with him? A young man who bears a deep hatred, others beat his father to death in front of him, and forced him to take his revenge and flee for thousands of miles. From then on, why should he not be firm and indifferent
Others had never saved him who had relatives and reasons, but he saved her who had no relatives and no reason.
He bears such pain, has lost the joy of life since he was a teenager, and suffers from daily torment and sleeplessness, so he hopes that she will avoid such pain and grow up briskly and brightly.
He gave her a fresh start in this life.
He created the original Meng Fuyao. Without the Meng Fuyao who forgot everything, there would be no Meng Fuyao who is brave enough to face today.
Before Lao Lu finished his sentence, Meng Fuyao automatically filled it up for him.
He is your... benefactor.
Yes, benefactor.
To Xu Wan, he may be ruthless, but to her, Meng Fuyao, he has never owed him the slightest bit.
She raised her eyelashes, looked deeply at Zong Yue, smiled slightly for a while, and said: "Yes, Fuyao has always been very grateful for your majesty's kindness."
Zong Yue's eyes lit up, and he wanted to say something, but his eldest grandson Wuji suddenly took a step forward, and said with a smile: "Wuji wishes to cultivate the same kindness with His Majesty's Dynasty forever, and begs His Majesty to make it happen."
Meng Fuyao glanced at him, thinking that this person can seize the time to make fun of puns under the circumstances of this occasion.
"Thank you, Prince," Meng Fuyao smiled falsely, "It's too serious to say it's perfect, I dare not dare."
The eldest grandson Wuji stepped back very happily, it was very good, anyway, it was a smile, he hadn't seen her smile for a long time, a total of one hundred and sixteen hours and three quarters in total.
Xuanji's officials were all overjoyed at this time, they all knew that His Majesty and Wuji Xuanyuan were on good terms, and that he was Prince Dahan before, but now it seems that it is true, with the alliance of the three kingdoms, Xuanji no longer has to worry about destroying the country!
The envoys saw them one by one, but Meng Fuyao's eyes suddenly narrowed.
The woman who came up was dressed in indigo blue with crimson in between. The color was bright but not obtrusive. Against her honey-colored translucent skin, she gave birth to a strange and charming style. She had a swan-like neck that was more slender than ordinary people. , under the sunlight, the outline is light golden and velvet, the facial features are beautiful and profound, the eye sockets are deep, and there is a pool of dazzling eyes, like a flowing abyss, or a floating night.
is her.
It was the mysterious woman I met at the restaurant that day.
Because of a piece of her talisman, she knocked on the door of the past in advance, pushed open the heavy palace door, and saw the most unbearable memory in her life.
Meng Fuyao had an indescribable feeling towards this person, and felt that her behavior was very measured and natural and kind, but at the same time felt that it was inexplicably weird.
Seeing Zong Yue's expression in a blink of an eye, Zong Yue was frowning and looking at the woman's back, did they know each other
The woman stepped forward lightly and made a few gestures, and the girl with the golden ring beside her followed suit, and translated to the dumbfounded ceremony officer: "Fufeng Tal, Holy Maiden Feiyan, congratulations to His Majesty Emperor Xuanji for a long life! Year."
Non-smoking…
It turned out to be a saint of the Fufeng clan. Meng Fuyao heard Yao Xun say that the status of the saint of the Fufeng clan is not lower than that of the king of the clan, but it seems that the name Feiyan has been heard before. Meng Fuyao thought for a while but couldn't remember it. Forget it, but Feiyan waved her hand with a smile, and the girl with the golden ring presented a snow-white box, saying: "I would like to dedicate to His Majesty the sea pearl of Fufeng Rakshahai. Stabilize the meridians, consolidate the foundation and cultivate the vitality, if supplemented with the jiao oil of Fufeng and deep sea, it will have a miraculous effect on all internal and external bruises in the world, and it can also enhance the power."
Meng Fuyao's eyes lit up, and he asked with a smile, "Oh? Jiaoyou?"
The girl with the golden ring nodded triumphantly, and said: "I have the most Fufeng treasures, and most of them are good for warriors to temper their true qi, Jiaoyou is just one of them."
Meng Fuyao said with a smile: "It's really fascinating." When she raised her head, she met the silent Feiyan's eyes.
The latter gave her a faint but bewildering smile.
Behind her, Changsun Wuji suddenly frowned slightly.
Before the enthronement ceremony ended, the ceremonial officer asked Meng Fuyao to determine his year name. Meng Fuyao thought about it for a while, and said casually: "It's Duan Ming."
"Strict and sage rule, my emperor is sage!" All the officials bowed, only Meng Fuyao who was seated showed an ambiguous smile, and several distinguished guests couldn't help shaking their heads suddenly.
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In the first year of Xuanji Duanming, when the new emperor succeeded to the throne, the first thing that happened was that the Supreme Emperor moved to the palace, from the Yongchang Hall to the Chengxing Hall, which was facing the Xuanji royal family's ancestral hall where the spirit cards and gods of the emperors of various generations were enshrined. After Xuan passed by, Meng Fuyao never greeted her, but only ordered the guards to watch over her, several times when Feng Xuan wanted to see her, she always said she was not free, and wanted to see other children, Meng Fuyao still said she was not free.
If there is no time, Xuanji's princes and princesses are still locked in that palace, they are not allowed to go home, make noise, or make any demands, Meng Fuyao didn't say anything, didn't do anything, and made them feel bored first.
On April 16th, the rebellious third prince was defeated by the Changyong Army, and the third prince was placed under house arrest in the Fujing Palace. When it is obtained by those who have both ability and political integrity, the empress listened without saying a word and smiled. At the end, she clapped her hands and praised: "What a beautiful article!"
Immediately got up and said: "Writing articles is like embroidering, you need to calm down, how can you let the dirty things of power struggles intrude? Your Highness, let's slowly write articles here from now on. Also, since you claim to have both ability and political integrity, I will give it to you." If you come up with a topic related to politics, if you can do it, you will be released and you will be named regent."
"Really?" The third prince's eyes lit up.
"You are not joking." The empress said solemnly.
"What subject?"
The empress touched her chin and looked at it with a smile