Fang Chen walked out of the palace. The queen's guard of honor had been waiting here for a long time. After calling Fang Chen into the car, they went to Fang's house together.
"Chen'er, has His Majesty reinstated you as marshal?"
the queen asked softly.
Fang Chen smiled and said, "The Holy One asked me to recuperate at Fang's house. He said that my cultivation has just recovered and I need to take care of myself."
"That's it..."
The queen was a little disappointed.
"Aunt, but that Concubine Hua keeps giving you trouble?"
Fang Chen said.
"Although the prince now respects me as his mother, he was born to Concubine Hua after all. She relied on this relationship to cause trouble everywhere in the harem. Although she did not dare to provoke me openly, she tried again and again. I’m afraid that you’ve taken a liking to my position.”
The queen smiled.
After a pause, "Look why I am telling you this. You have never liked the intrigues in the palace. Since the Holy One has asked you to rest at home, you should take good care of yourself."
Fang Chen smiled and said nothing.
He knew the emperor's temper very well.
He once had a high reputation and was revered as the God of the Great Xia Army. His status in the hearts of the people was even higher than that of the emperor, which already made the emperor unhappy.
But Fang Chen had no choice. If he wanted to defeat the Qingsong Kingdom and those hostile countries that coveted Daxia, he had to have this reputation to be able to get the army to issue orders and prohibitions.
Now that his reputation has finally fallen to the freezing point, will the emperor let him make a comeback again? I am afraid that he will not be given the position of generalissimo again.
It is estimated that not many people know that the many slanders and rumors against him in the past five years were all arranged by the emperor.
One day when Fang Chen came out of his body, he saw with his own eyes that the emperor asked the prince to spread some rumors in the streets of Kyoto, saying that the reason why the Battle of Sanjie Mountain was defeated was because Fang Chen was so happy about his achievements and did not listen to the orders of the palace.
"Even if I don't have thousands of troops under my command, it's still simple to protect Daxia from the likes of Qingsong Kingdom with my ability as a monk.
The affairs of the court will have nothing to do with me in the future. After being promoted to Foundation Establishment, I will go to the Three Thousand Dao Sect of Zhongzhou Kingdom to naturalize."
Fang Chen pondered secretly in his heart.
The power of the purple electric talisman has just begun to appear. Now he is only at the first level of Qi refining. The talisman he made can easily kill the strong Qi control. No martial artist can match this method.
He was looking forward to what kind of abilities he would have after his cultivation level improved, and he also yearned for the happy days like Senior Yunhe when his Yuan Ying left the body and traveled thousands of miles.
"The villain is wrong. The villain is wrong. Please show mercy. The villain failed to take good care of the child. Please whip the villain. Don't hit the villain's children."
Suddenly there was a noise outside, accompanied by sounds of begging for mercy.
The Queen frowned slightly, "What happened outside?"
A palace maid opened the curtain and whispered: "It's a warrior from the Qingsong Kingdom beating a hawker on the street."
There was a hint of panic in her eyes.
"A warrior from Qingsong Kingdom?"
The queen looked slightly solemn.
"Auntie, I'll go down and have a look."
Fang Chen got up and got out of the carriage.
The queen was slightly startled, but then she thought that Fang Chen's cultivation had recovered, and she breathed a sigh of relief. She opened the curtain and looked outside.
I saw a vendor hugging the thigh of a martial artist from the Qingsong Kingdom and begging for mercy. Next to the vendor, a three-year-old child sat slumped with red cheeks and was crying as if he had been slapped hard.
A circle of passers-by gathered around, looking at this scene with hatred, but did not dare to stop it.
"Your kid soiled my boots, so I want one of your legs. Is that fair?"
"Sir, please have mercy on me. If I break my leg, there will be no one to support my family. All the family will starve to death."
"I don't care about that. It doesn't matter if you, the untouchables of Great Xia, die a few more times?"
When everyone heard the contemptuous words of the Qingsong Kingdom warrior, the anger in their hearts rushed to the top of their heads.
The guards of the honor guard clenched their fists tightly, with murderous intent in their eyes.
"Fang Junshen."
When the guard commander of the honor guard team saw Fang Chen appearing, he quickly clasped his fists and saluted.
Fang Chen nodded lightly and walked up to Qingsong Kingdom Warrior: "I remember your name is He Longsheng, right?"
"It's Fang Junshen here!"
Everyone's spirits were lifted.
Although they have said a few words to Fang Chen over the years, it is definitely not easy for Fang Chen to appear here today!
"Hey, isn't this the eldest uncle of our Xiao family? Your marriage to the young lady has been finalized? When will you get married?"
He Longsheng saw Fang Chen and immediately grinned.
Fang Chen ignored him and looked at the vendor kneeling on the ground: "Aren't you leaving yet?"
"thanks, thanks!"
The vendor thanked him profusely and immediately picked up the child and staggered away.
He Longsheng suddenly became angry and wanted to take action to stop him, but found that Fang Chen was looking at him intently. He felt a chill running down his spine, but in the end he did not take action.
He looked at Fang Chen coldly: "Uncle, do you have too much control over things? You have to remember that from now on you will be a member of our Qingsong Kingdom, so don't take advantage of us!"
"Hahaha, I'm afraid you don't know that Fang Chen will soon be the Xiao family's son-in-law, and he will call Xiao Langshuai daddy from now on!"
"You still think he can stand up for you? Your Fang Junshen died five years ago!"
There were many Qingsong Kingdom warriors in the crowd who made fun.
Some of the people around him were confused, some were angry, and some looked desperate.
At this moment, You Longchang led his team back. When he saw Fang Chen, he stepped forward in surprise and said, "Fang Junshen, what is going on?"
"Can Goddess Xiao be sent away from the capital?"
Fang Chen smiled lightly.
"Sent away."
You Longchang nodded.
Goddess Xiao left? Then why didn’t Fang Chen go with her? But didn’t Goddess Xiao just arrive in Daxia Kyoto today? Why did she have to leave on the same day?
He Longsheng and others were a little confused.
"You open and close your mouth to call me uncle, and I feel a little embarrassed when you call me uncle. But it's a pity that I don't have the chance to marry into the Xiao family, so I am still me."
Fang Chen looked at He Longsheng and smiled lightly.
"how come……"
He Longsheng was slightly startled.
"You Longchang, let me lend you my sword."
Fang Chen stretched out his hand and said.
You Longchang was stunned for a moment. He subconsciously looked at He Longsheng, a warrior from the Qingsong Kingdom, and a flash of horror suddenly flashed in his eyes.
"Fang Junshen..."
"Do not talk nonsense."
"yes!"
You Longchang immediately took off the sword from his waist and handed it to Fang Chen.
"I once said that when I pick up the sword again, the first person I want to kill is you, He Longsheng."
Fang Chen held the hilt of the sword and slowly drew out this long sword of good quality.
Fang Junshen wants to kill the warriors of Qingsong Kingdom!?
At this moment, the surrounding Daxia people all showed a hint of shock and looked at Fang Chen in disbelief, while the queen in the chariot also slightly opened her eyes.
He Longsheng was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter: "You want to kill me? Behind me is Qingsong Country!"
"Hahaha!"
The surrounding warriors from the Qingsong Kingdom were stunned for a moment and laughed out loud. This seemed to be the biggest joke they had heard in the past five years.
Seeing this, He Longsheng couldn't help but stretched out his neck: "Come on, Fang Junshen, you slash at me. If I snort, I will..."
Poof!
The sword light flashed.
He Longsheng's head separated from his body, fell heavily to the ground and rolled many feet away. Blood gurgled out from his neck like a fountain.