The Sifang Mansion is located on the west bank of the Qinhuai River. It is decorated with red and green tiles and is magnificent. It is specially designed to entertain visiting foreign envoys.
A group of Jinwu guards specially transferred by Yi Mo, wearing armor and holding guns, strictly guarded the walls and gates of the residence. There was also Captain Sili commanding more than a thousand infantry, holding shields, blocking the dense flow of people and preventing them from attacking the residence.
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"Release Young Master Yuan An!" "Young Lord Marquis is not guilty!" "Birdman, get out of Dajin!" "Yunhuang belongs to human beings!" The crowds were like waves and the crowd was raging. The people of Jiankang surrounded the Sifang Mansion in chaos.
He yelled and cursed, and the rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and bad fruits that were thrown drew arcs in the air, crossed the high wall, and fell into the mansion.
Xie Xuan, Zhou Chu, Cangwu Bai and other descendants of some aristocratic families were also among them, and many women held high the portraits of Zhixuzhen and took the lead in shouting.
Under the escort of the Imperial Guards, Prince She and Prince Xima of the East Palace managed to squeeze into the Sifang Mansion. They had no time to wipe off the vegetable juice and jam on their bodies, and kept bowing to the Yu tribe's hunting group.
The official envoy Luan An apologizes,
"You lowly human race, you really don't know what the heaven and earth are!" Luan An was so furious that his spittle almost sprayed on the cheek of the prince Sheren, "You dare to besiege the noble Yu clan, are you humans crazy? You really want to
Rebellion and disobedience, destroying the country and annihilating the clan?"
The prince and his wife laughed and apologized while hurriedly opening more than ten boxes of treasures. The jewels and treasures soared into the sky, exotic flowers and herbs, and the strong fragrance of medicinal pills floated over the high wall, and even the crowd outside could smell it.
Everyone became more energetic, yelled and cursed more vigorously, and threw rotten eggs ten feet away with extraordinary performance.
"A bunch of frogs at the bottom of a well. These rags are always given by our Yu clan to the servant clan. We thought they were some great treasures!" Luan Anqi glanced sideways at the accumulated treasures and sneered. The laughter turned cold and said, "I'll tell you, Prince.
, I don’t want to wait any longer. If he doesn’t hand over Yuan An within three days, the hunting group will leave Dajin. If you come back one day, it will be me, the hundred thousand sword immortals of the Yu clan, who will destroy you all with sword light all over the sky.
The time of the Jin Dynasty!"
The prince begged and begged: "Your Majesty, three days is too short. The matter of Yuan'an needs to be discussed jointly by the royal family and the aristocratic family, and it is also very troublesome to report to the Taoist sect. Why don't you allow me to grant you a period of grace?"
Can I treat you well so as not to start a fight?"
Luan An snorted coldly: "Wait? How long do you have to wait? To tell you the truth, I have informed the Eagle King, one of the three pillars of the Yu Clan, about the plot of Little Eagle King Bijian being assassinated by the human race. You are just waiting for the Eagle King.
Wang Leiting was furious and sent troops to the Jin Dynasty!" He turned around and left.
When Prince Xima heard this, he became anxious and quickly stepped forward to hold Luan An: "Your Majesty, what you said is wrong! The noble Little Eagle King obviously had a sword duel with Yuan An Zhengda Guangming, but was defeated and died. Under the watchful eyes of everyone,
The envoy and members of the mission witnessed it with their own eyes, so how can we say it was a conspiracy on our part?"
"How can a human bastard, without resorting to dirty and despicable means, defeat a talented swordsman from the Yu clan with noble blood?" Luan An's face darkened and he scolded, "Ying Tianzhu has ten thousand sword immortals under his command.
The army and the Eagle Tribe’s Tongtian Sword Formation are even more famous throughout the world. They have bloodbathed countless ungrateful foreign barbarians! You human pariahs, wash your necks and wait obediently!”
Luan An fiercely waved his hand, shook off Prince Xi Ma who was pulling him, and stormed away. Luan An returned to the room and sat in silence for a while, feeling even more restless and restless.
He could not absolve himself of the blame for the death of the Little Eagle King. Only by saying it was a human conspiracy could he clear up some of his involvement. Luan An stood up and paced back and forth, always feeling uneasy.
In recent years, Ying Xiaoyu's power has been growing day by day. He holds the military power of the Yu clan, the Ying clan's population has flourished, and a large number of talented swordsmen have emerged, even surpassing the Phoenix royal family. If Ying Xiaoyu turns his anger on him, the consequences will be really worrying.
A few days ago, he reported this matter to his clan through the clan's "Hongyan Book", but he didn't know why there was no reply? Is it because Ying Xiaoyu is still practicing in seclusion, or was the letter secretly pressed by He Shiye?<
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The Yu clan has dominated the Eight Wastelands for many years and has no rivals from the outside. It gradually turns to internal fighting. The Ying clan is powerful, so the Crane clan naturally wants to suppress it to avoid threatening the imperial power of the Phoenix. Of course, he does not want to get involved in this complicated and dangerous court struggle. The light in the room suddenly brightened, and a bright beam of sunset came in, shining on Luan An's face. He saw the door being pushed open, a tall figure walking in, and the door closing silently behind him.
Up.
"Mr. Feng, please sit down quickly." Luan An saluted hurriedly, "I have been so busy and distracted these days that I have never had time to say hello to Mr. Feng. I hope Mr. Feng can forgive me."
Feng Jun smiled slightly, sat down calmly, and lit the candle slowly: "Xiao An, why are you worried about state affairs? You don't have to worry too much. I have been watching the whole story. It is clearly the Little Eagle King.
Taking the initiative to cause trouble and provoking the human race to be killed has nothing to do with you. As for Ying Xiaoyu, I will take care of it for you."
Luan An was overjoyed. If Feng Lao was willing to say a word for him, I guarantee that Ying Xiaoyu wouldn't even dare to fart. After all, behind Feng Lao was the supreme sword god who was unprecedented and unparalleled.
The mythical existence of the Yu clan!
"Thank you, Mr. Feng, for your help." Luan An stood in front of Feng Jun with his hands lowered, bowed, and respectfully asked him for advice, "Old Feng, the human race has been unwilling to hand over the murderer Yuan An, what should we do?
What?"
Feng Jun's eyes flashed: "This is your ministry, wouldn't it be a good idea for me to meddle in it rashly?"
Luan An hurriedly brought tea and water and said, "Feng Lao is willing to give me some advice, which is like saving my Luan An's life. Is there anything wrong with that?"
Feng Jun looked at him quietly for a while and nodded: "Okay, then I will say a few more words, and you can listen as you like."
"The boy surnamed Ying is so incompetent that he has ruined the reputation of the swordsman of the Yu clan, which is really a shame to our clan! Such a waste is not worth dying for, so how can we avenge him? My Yu clan is upright, has millions of swordsmen, and defeated a human being.
How can a swordsman use such disgraceful means of oppression if he is not an easy swordsman? This is a shame for swordsmen!"
"I remember that in your entire life, your Majesty, you only used your long sword to conquer others, and never used any of the power and prestige of the Yu Clan? We sword masters use our swords as evidence! If we lose in the sword competition, our young talents can win back with our sword skills.
That is, how can you use your power to suppress others and use clandestine means when you can't defeat them? It's really embarrassing and extremely shameless!"
Feng Jun clapped his hands fiercely, and the carved copper lampshade swayed with a clang. The candle flame jumped violently for a few times, and the light became flickering.
Luan An was sweating coldly after hearing this, and his face turned pale, "Of course I will comply with Mr. Feng's wishes." Luan An glanced at Feng Jun uneasily, "It's just that side of Ying Tianzhu..."
Feng Jun said calmly: "Since when has it been the turn of the Yu Clan to be headed by a man named Ying?"
Luan An'an was shocked for the first time and quickly apologized: "Forgive me, Mr. Feng, but I was confused." He secretly speculated in his heart that this was the royal family starting to suppress the Ying tribe? Since Feng Wuzhen disappeared, the Phoenix royal family has become weaker and weaker, and Queen Huang has begun to suppress the Ying tribe.
He has lived in the Phoenix Palace of the Great Sun for a long time and almost ignored political affairs. However, the Eagle Department continues to expand and is ambitious. Under the decline of one and the other, there is a vague situation of Tai'a's inversion.
"Luan An, don't forget, you are also a sword cultivator." Feng Jun said in a deep voice.
Luan An's head was shaken, and he said solemnly: "I understand what was done. Don't worry, Mr. Feng. Mr. Feng, it's getting late. I'm going to prepare some food and wine. I also invite Mr. Feng to enjoy the meal and drink together." He bowed and left respectfully. p>
Feng Jun nodded slightly and sat alone for a while. His sleeves and robes flickered slightly, and several Hongyan letters addressed to the Tianhuang Yu Clan slipped out. The signature was Luan An.
Feng Jun held the letter and leaned towards the candle flame. After the Hongyan book burned, it zoomed and rolled up, turning into pieces of flying ashes.