This Concubine Tiansheng, who was born as a dancer, is her underground power a brothel girl
Feng Zhiwei had no choice but to admire Concubine Qing. No one would have imagined that the royal concubine who was honored with gold and jade would lead a group of prostitutes in private. useful news
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Feng Zhiwei played with the little silk handkerchief ash, a cold smile appeared on the corner of her lips.
She had already read Hua Qiong's letter. Hua Qiong, who had a great friendship with He Lianzheng, wrote a letter that was simple and murderous.
"Everything is ready, it can be cut!"
Just six words, full of determination.
Tiansheng has a strict hierarchical system, heavy taxes, and the people are already overwhelmed. These years, they have been trapped in wars, and they have resorted to military action. In order to support the army, the provinces near the war have been exploited and squeezed. , together with Qi Shaojun's Huofeng old department, Hang Ming's Hang family army, and Xuefutu's subordinates gathered from all over the country, stepped up their military training. Under the sun, all living beings can be nourished", and quietly spread a few rumors in the south, "the ancestor of Qingyang said that the timing of Tiansheng's establishment of the country is unlucky, and the army will be broken according to luck, and it will die in one generation. The true dragon emperor originated in the south , will eventually be the world." In just a few months, the number of followers reached one hundred thousand.
The more unstable the era, the more people's hearts are fluctuating, and the divine power is most needed for comfort, so as to find a little redemption and hope in the overwhelmed life.
As for the means of preaching, don’t worry, there are plenty of talents in Xuefutu, and there are naturally many promising professions such as charlatans. Xuefutu felt that when Dacheng collapsed, the organization had been active at the top, and when he finally fled, he was everywhere. Shun’s lessons, since Tiansheng’s founding of the country, have been broken up into pieces, scattered among the people, and integrated into the bottom of the people in various industries. It can be said that after so many years, the group responsible for the transmission of folk news, almost all industries If you are involved in hunting, not to mention pretending to be a ghost or a Taoist priest, even an eminent monk can make do with it.
What Feng Zhiwei is doing now is to train Shunyi iron cavalry together with Gu Nanyi. After the imperial court came back to Beijing, some of the cause of Shunyi King's death has been spread intentionally or unintentionally by Princess Peony. Now the grassland is burning with anger. If Feng Zhiwei hadn't suppressed his emotions, the brave and warlike Wang Jun would have already marched south and smashed through the city gate of Yuzhou.
Every morning, Gu Nanyi led the horse and waited at the gate of Feng Zhiwei's courtyard. The two rode straight to the valley where the cavalry was trained, ate and rested with the soldiers, and only rode back at night. The night dew on the grassland alfalfa flowers in early spring is stained on the horse's hoof, and it is fragrant all the way.
At night, Gu Nanyi slept next to her as before, but Feng Zhiwei never knew that Young Master Gu had moved Xidi's bed and leaned against her bed closely, with only a thin board between them. Every night, he would gently lean against the bottom of the board wall with his palm, thinking that if she faced this side, he would be pressing her shoulder, if she was facing this side, he would be pressing her back, thinking like this When he was sleeping, he felt that the cold wooden walls were actually very warm. The warmth passed through his palms and spread to the bottom of his heart. In this kind of warmth, he listened carefully to her breathing, making sure that it was even and steady before falling asleep.
Every night, the starlight shines through the window lattice and shines on the corners of Gu Nanyi's lips who are sleeping peacefully, illuminating his peaceful and joyful smile.
Because she is here, close at hand, the distance that can be felt with the palm of your hand.
He doesn't want to hear her tossing and turning, he likes to see her expression as bright as the sun when she wakes up in the morning.
He knew that she would be quiet by his side, and when they hugged their knees together to quietly look at the sea of clouds and grassland, her eyes were calm and composed, so he didn't speak, and didn't let any extra noise disturb her rare peace.
He always felt that he could do too little for her, so it would be good to give her a little more peace and company.
Neither he nor she went to the top of Gedamu Snow Mountain again. They both felt that it would be a kind of blasphemy to go to such a place, and there was a kind of beauty left in their hearts, which was more lingering than seeing each other every day.
Soon after spring came summer, and on the lush grassland, the fragrance of green grass flooded the hooves of the horses every day. On this day, Feng Zhiwei and Gu Nanyi patrolled the grassland and the border of Dayue as usual, and just stopped when they suddenly saw the gate of the heavily guarded checkpoint on Dayue's side opened far away, and a group of horses of different colors poured out.
The horses are all good horses, not many, and there are no knights. It looks like a group of horses somewhere was startled and rushed towards them unintentionally. The border grassland defenders here suddenly became nervous. They each held weapons in their hands and observed carefully. The horse's back and the belly of the horse are afraid that the enemy will come out of nowhere.
However, the horses did not rush forward until they stopped before a ditch between the two countries, circling around and snorting, there was no movement in the distance, and the city gate was closed.
The prairie defenders looked at each other, and it was obvious that there was no one in the horse herd. It should have been shot to death by random arrows, but everyone in the prairie loves horses. Seeing such a group of good horses, how could they do anything? Seeing the horses rushing past the border marker , looking at Feng Zhiwei in bewilderment.
Feng Zhiwei silently stared at the border city of Dayue, which was separated by a long fence covered with barbed wire. The gates were closed, and even the defenders did not come out to move around. It was clear that there was no hostility, and her eyes fell on the long fence ditch again. Besides, he said for a while: "Put down the hanging board and bring the horse over."
The prairie defenders showed joy, and immediately sent people down to lead the horses. Originally, they wanted to send more people to prevent fraud, but Feng Zhiwei said lightly, "No need."
The horses were brought over, and indeed most of them were good horses, but everyone's eyes fell on one of them.
It was a pure white horse without any variegation. It was not considered tall, but its figure was flowing and magnificent. Although the surrounding horses were all fine horses, compared with that horse, they all felt like a horse. It was dim, and those horses also seemed ashamed of themselves, and they all pulled a certain distance away from the white horse, leaving the white horse in the middle with a haughty expression, disdaining to stand shoulder to shoulder with it.
"Is this... a Lima?" A team leader nervously grabbed the shoulders of his men beside him, "Hey, let's see if it's a Lima?"
"Bah, that's impossible!" The man twisted his shoulders impatiently, "How could the Lima, which is hard to change, suddenly appear here..." After he took a closer look, he also stammered, "But … but… "