After spending the New Year at Baolong Pavilion, Yan Bing and the three ladies, together with everyone from Feixia Clan, boarded the Xingtian flight to Dihua, and said goodbye to everyone from Baolong Pavilion and the Chu King brother and sister who came to see them off.
Due to a series of emergencies, Yan Bing, the army commander, has been away from the battlefield for nearly more than a month.
And her worry about the situation of her subordinates on the battlefield and the overall war situation are also increasing day by day. Especially after the master escapes from danger, the wedding is over, and everything is settled, this feeling becomes more and more prominent, even to the point of
To the point where I can't sleep at night...
So, she mustered up the courage to tell Mr. Li the truth at the banquet last night...
Mr. Li immediately expressed his understanding, and expressed his approval and appreciation for her actions of worrying about the world.
Finally, just after the New Year, on the second day of the first lunar month, Yan Bing and the others led their fellow disciples and set off towards Dihua...
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It's night...
In the inn in Xuzhou City, King Chu stepped back, drove away his attendants, and looked at his little sister...
"Yan'er, haven't you always liked to dance with swords... Why do you want to enter Baolong Pavilion instead of your own Feixia Sect...?"
Wang Tongyan smiled slightly when he heard this, and while playing with the ends of his hair, he replied nonchalantly: "Because Yan Qihua is at Feixiamen..."
"Yan Qihua?" King Chu frowned, puzzled, and then raised his head and asked: "What does this have to do with Yan Qihua? The head of Feixia Clan is Wang...ahem...
But our third grandfather..."
"Third Grandpa?? Haha...forget it...brother, can't you see? No matter how dear you are, what the old man cares about most is Yan Qihua, his beloved disciple, and he doesn't show his royalness at all.
Bones and blood can be seen in the eyes, if my sister is not bad as expected
, the next head of Feixia Sect is also Yan Qihua, brother, why do you have to worry about those things that are beyond your reach..." Wang Tongyan slowly stood up, walked to the table, and began to play with the teapot again, as if
He looks like he can't take any time off for a moment...
"So... instead of spending our efforts in useless places, it is better to win over the other side's forces in time. If we advance... we can fight against each other, if we retreat... we can ensure that both parties are in peace... Brother, you can free up your hands.
Let’s show off our great ambitions…”
After listening to the younger sister's remarks, King Chu looked like he suddenly realized something. He slowly sat on the chair and fell into deep thought...
It was not until a long time later that the voices of King Chu and Wang Tongyan were heard in the room again...
"Learning martial arts... is very hard... In the future, you will inevitably be exposed to wind, sun, freezing weather and rain..."
"Oh brother! You still have to do big things!! You can't even let go of your sister's hardships, how can you achieve great achievements! Go to bed as soon as possible! I won't tell you anymore! I'm back! You too
Return to Beijing soon! If you have any questions, please write to me!"
"Squeak..."
After the door opened twice, Wang Tongyan walked out of the room, turned around and made a face at his brother, then closed the door gently and walked down the stairs slowly...
"Actually...why don't I want to go to Feixiamen..."
Wang Tongyan murmured to himself as he went downstairs, then shook his head, put on a heartless smile again, and ran towards Baolong Pavilion...
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Time is spent in flying again...
We still get up early in the morning and collectively splash urinals in the air...
Still separated by sheets, several female disciples were changing their clothes...
But the difference is that after this life-and-death battle and nearly three months of getting along, the disciples of Feixia Sect and the soldiers of Xingtian Camp have become one with each other. The men basically call them brothers, and the women even
Two people secretly had feelings for the soldiers...
But... these are all their own little stories that happened in the hanging basket. Under this vast sky and within a distance of a hundred meters, only they know it, and others... do not know it...
After more than thirty days of running around and working day and night on fan shifts... everyone finally flew to Dihua, which was thousands of miles away.
Li Bing, with the help of He Yougui, arranged food and accommodation for all the disciples, and hurried to the imperial tent...
"Your Majesty! Your Majesty, look who's here!" He Yougui shouted repeatedly, directly interrupting Emperor Xuan Si's thoughts of correcting the memorial, and then pointed with joy at Yan Bing, who was standing outside the imperial tent with a playful smile...
"Hmph... I knew it was you... Why are you still standing outside? Come in quickly! Leave the army behind! Run away before the battle! You still have the nerve to smile!" Emperor Xuan Si scolded Yan Bing on the surface, but he was also happy in his heart.
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I saw him slowly walking to the Arhat chair, pointing to the seat next to him and saying in a deep voice: "Come sit here and drink tea with me."
"My lord! Thank you, Your Majesty!" Yan Bing bowed her hands and hurriedly lifted up her skirt and ran to the Arhat chair. However, she saw Emperor Xuan Si raising his hand and taking away the tea bowl in front of her...
Emperor Xuansi held up Yan Bing's tea bowl, placed it in front of him, and said with a smile: "What did you call me just now?"
"Your Majesty..." Yan Bing blinked, a look of confusion on his face...
"Little Zhezi! Come and take away the tea!" The smile on Emperor Xuansi's face disappeared immediately, and he scolded in a cold voice...
Yan Bing suddenly realized this, and quickly grabbed the tea bowl from Emperor Xuan Si's hand, then knelt on the ground, held up the tea bowl and said respectfully: "Father...please have tea..."
"Hey! Is this right?!" Emperor Xuan Si smiled happily and raised his hand to wave his sleeves. Xiao Zhezi immediately covered his mouth and snickered and stepped away.
Taking the tea bowl from Yan Bing, Emperor Xuan Si took a big sip...
"Your Majesty...it's hot..." Xiao Zhezi looked worried, but Emperor Xuansi just wiped the corner of his mouth with his sleeve as if nothing was wrong.
"It's okay...I'm happy today...I don't feel hot!"
Emperor Xuansi put the tea bowl on the table, stood up and helped Yan Bing up, and said softly: "In order to take care of the royal family's face... I... can't make you the consort... but with this voice from my father... I can still do it.
You can scream if you want! No one can stop you!" After saying that, Emperor Xuansi put away his voice.
Smiling, he said loudly: "Yan Qihua listens to the order! I am grateful to you for your hard work for my beams for many years! You have made great contributions! You are of the same mind and heart with me, and we work together! I specially designate you as Princess Kaiyuan! You will be recorded in the clan mansion.
!At the same time, he will be crowned a prince and registered with his surname, so that he will be crowned king forever!"
Emperor Xuansi deliberately did not use the words "never replace the throne", but directly changed it to "eternal attack on the throne". The intention of this is thought-provoking...
But this does not affect Yan Bing's confused expression at this moment...
