Chapter 125 The Origin of the Zheng and the Liao Family
The woman straightened up and pushed open the window with all her strength. In vain, the snow in her eyes was reflected. She couldn't help but raise the corners of her lips with a smile. She hadn't slept so peacefully for a long time. She thought she could only be satisfied after returning to the imperial palace.
Unexpectedly, her wish came true on the way back to the imperial palace. Subconsciously, she knew that it was because of the existence of someone who made her stable.
"Cui Niang——." After the soft call, someone pushed the door in. When he took a closer look, there were four young women who looked like maids following behind Cui Niang. They were all beautiful and charming, but their expressions were just like the first time they met.
She couldn't help but recall the two little girls from Yunran Palace.
"Master——." Cui Niang addressed her respectfully, recalling Feng Ning's eyes that were fixed on the four women behind her.
After lifting the quilt and lying on the couch, her dirty clothes slid over the edge of the couch, waving a few lazy curves, and gently stroking her black hair. Feng Ning sat down on the stool, and then said in a leisurely manner: "You all go down and prepare some food.
Come up, I'm a little hungry."
"yes--."
After the four little girls left, Cui Niang began to clean up Feng Ning. The things she had asked her to investigate in Nanxing had been settled, but the master did not ask about it, so she did not dare to answer without permission.
Putting on the dress that one of the girls had brought, Feng Ning looked at the Nirvana white dress. The silk was soft and of high quality, especially the silk sleeves, which were embroidered with a circle of floral water patterns. When waving, it seemed that
I could see the ripples caused by the wind passing by. I smiled and asked casually: "How's the matter I asked you to check?"
When the master asked, Cui Niang naturally reported the truth she had found out one by one. It turned out that decades ago, when Liao Beixiong's father Liao Zhihua was wandering around the world, he encountered a group of martial arts officials besieging a man holding a guzheng in one hand.
The man looked tired and seemed to be seriously injured. The martial arts people attacked vigorously, but he just played the guzheng in his hand. The group of people vomited blood and fell to the ground. At that time, he knew that it was the legendary Soul-Qing Zheng.
But that man was not as old as the Longgong Saint. Although it was unclear why the Soul-Qing Zheng fell into his hands, after seeing him faint for no reason, he quietly walked up to him and stole the Soul-Qing Zheng.
He thought he could accomplish something with Qinghunzheng in hand, but he tried his best to fail to play this legendary thing. It wasn't until Liao Beixiong, who became more and more determined to dominate the martial arts world, that he came up with a daughter to marry.
Take the Soul-Qing Zheng as a dowry and beat her to find someone who can play the Soul-Qing Zheng.
The mist of tea lingered on her face, Feng Ning frowned slightly, and the smile on her lips was filled with a terrifying coldness, thinking that the person holding the zither was just the ghost Yama, and the sound of the Qinghun Zheng did not
He was so simple that he couldn't help but be hurt by Qinghunzheng. This gave Liao Zhihua an opportunity to take advantage of it. He squinted at the Qinghunzheng placed on the stage. How many people were competing for it, and he felt a sense of regret.
It seems that it is better to send this troublesome thing back to Yuweishan Mansion.
The maid brought in porridge and snacks. After Feng Ning used some, she asked, "Where is he?"
Cui Niang knew who her master was referring to and said: "In the pavilion in the garden."
It's rare that he doesn't cling to himself, but he feels a little lonely in his heart. Such dependence arises from his heart. Is there something wrong with him who has always been independent and casual?
"Take me to him." This is someone else's territory after all. If you don't give someone some face, how can you establish your authority?
When I walked out of the door, I felt like I was in Xiaolan Garden in the imperial palace. A slight smile appeared on my face, and I ordered the few maids who followed me, "You don't need to follow me." I hate traveling around many people.
, looking sideways at Cuiniang, seeing her chin, it was obvious that she knew where someone was.