Ever since Ao Junxie and his wife Feng Qingkuang retreated in seclusion to practice the secret skills of the temple, the entire Fengyun King City has been in a state of tranquility as calm as water.
Mr. Feng Batian and his four sons took over the royal city and became the backbone of Fengyun Kingdom's military and political affairs. Although the four sons each had their own little plans, they all behaved themselves under the strict discipline of the old man.
Although he held great power, Feng Batian still did not dare to be careless about some important matters. Every certain period of time, he would enter the palace and report to Ming Qianhe.
And what about outside Fengyun King City? The flames of the national war have gradually faded away, and the shadows of war and killing are also quietly disappearing as time goes by.
The pain caused by death is also being forgotten bit by bit.[
Without national disputes, the entire Fengyun Continent has re-entered a new period of peace and tranquility, although this is only short-lived.
However, in Fengyun Capital, there are more merchants from all over the world, and there are more and more goods traveling from north to south.
The population is also increasing. Fengyun Capital is becoming more prosperous day by day, and most of the other towns in Fengyun Kingdom are also the same.
There is no doubt that this is a period of rest and recuperation.
On the streets of Fengyun Capital, there will always be a group of people who look a little cautious and strange. They wear coarse linen clothes that are incompatible with the wealthy Fengyun Kingdom warriors in the capital, and are led by a young and handsome young man.
Wherever he passed, the surrounding local warriors from Fengyun Country always whispered behind their backs.
All kinds of doubts and hostile looks kept falling on the young junior's face.
However, the young man didn't take it to heart at all, and remained cheerful and went his own way.
"They are from Nanzhao Kingdom..."
There were people from the chamber of commerce who had traveled far and wide, and finally recognized their identities.
"Isn't the one walking at the front the seventh prince of Nanzhao? How dare he show off so arrogantly in the capital of Fengyun Kingdom!"
Others shouted loudly.
Behind Nangong Jinsheng, his subordinates kept reminding him,
"Prince, let's go back! If we anger the warriors of Fengyun Kingdom, it will cause trouble!"
The corners of Nangong Jinsheng's mouth curled up slightly and he said disapprovingly:
"What are you afraid of? Since we are guests in Fengyun Country, we must act like guests. How can a guest be so afraid of his host!
Following the order, all soldiers and civilians of Nanzhao Kingdom can move around freely in Fengyun Capital and live like the local people!
I would like to see what they dare to do to us without Ao Junxie’s order!”
"this……"[
When all the followers heard this, they were all frightened and looked at each other. They didn't know what the seventh prince was thinking, that he actually regarded himself as one of his own countrymen on the territory of Fengyun Kingdom.
At the same time, at the other end of Fengyun Continent, beyond the heavily-armed border between Fengyun and Nanzhao, an evil force originating from the depths of the remote mountains has spread in the desolate southern land.
Just as Tong Qingkuang had predicted in advance, during the period when Fengyun Kingdom entered a period of peaceful recuperation, the Miao people who gradually recovered their vitality began to return to the beautiful Nanzhao territory.
At first, they seemed cautious and only moved at night, but soon they discovered that the power of the entire Nanzhao Kingdom had been completely transferred.