Chapter five hundred and ninety second a group of despicable villains
"Yi Ru..."
Zhong Wen's heart was shocked and he was speechless.
The girl's words seemed to contain the meaning of farewell.
Zhong Wen knew in his heart that Li Yiru was bidding farewell to the once innocent and carefree third princess.
The world only knows that the emperor is the most powerful person in the world, and he can do whatever he wants.
Little do they know that this throne is the most arduous job, and it bears an unimaginable burden. Every word and deed is related to the livelihood of thousands of people.
Li Yiru had grown up in an imperial family, so she naturally understood this truth. Therefore, the moment she ascended the throne, she was serious by nature and was ready to dedicate her whole life to the cause.
"Since ancient times, I must be the first one to have the Queen personally play the piano." Zhong Wen felt a little heavy in his heart for no reason, and said with a forced smile, "You should be all ears."
Li Yiru sat on the exquisite wooden bench in front of the guqin, with a pair of delicate snow-white catkins gently resting on the strings of the guqin. She smiled tenderly at him, which was indescribably cute and touching.
"clang!"
The girl lowered her eyebrows and played with her hands, gently twirling the music and pressing it slowly. The melodious sound of the piano instantly filled the hall, just like the whispers of a daughter's house. She was shy and smart, and smiled sweetly, making people feel full of love and itching.
"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!"
As time goes by, the girl's upper body rises and falls, her sleeves flutter, and the speed of plucking the strings becomes faster and faster. The sound of the piano also changes from soft and melodious at first, to the impassioned and impassioned tone of the broken silver bottle.
Just listening to it, Zhong Wen's mood sometimes became peaceful and sometimes exciting, fluctuating with the sound of the piano.
What a literary girl!
Zhong Wen didn't have much research on the music of this world, but he could still tell that Li Yiru's exquisite piano skills were rare. He recalled the graceful dance of the girl in Prince Wu's palace, and he couldn't help but feel deeply in his heart. There was a cry of admiration.
Such a lovely girl who loves good food and is proficient in music was forced to join politics by me. Does this mean she has buried her talent?
Although Brother Qing's cultivation qualifications are incredible, Yiru also has amazing talents in other fields. Am I doing something wrong by making my own decisions?
Feeling Li Yiru's achievements in the art of music, Zhong Wen once again felt guilty and a little uneasy.
After a while, the sonorous sound of the piano gradually softened and turned into a deep spring under the ice, the strings condensed, and finally became silent.
Although the sound of the guqin stopped, the lingering sound lingered around the beams. Zhong Wen was immersed in the beautiful aftertaste of the guqin and could not recover for a long time.
"Zhong Wen." Li Yiru raised her head, looked directly into his eyes with watery eyes, and said word by word with utmost seriousness, "I will work hard."
"Yeah." Zhong Wen was silent for a long time, and then slowly replied, "I believe you."
The two of them just stared at each other in silence, and no one spoke again. There was silence all around, but it seemed as if the sound of a piano was faintly floating around.
…
"This this……"
Li Qing glanced at the five people, Li Yan and Deputy Prime Minister Yang Jun, who were bundled up in a pile on Xiao Bai's back. He had mixed feelings in his heart. Even his right hand holding the letter was unconsciously moving. Trembling slightly.
"This boy Zhong Wen is too much!" The hot beauty Zhuque next to him took a peek at the content of the letter, curled his lips and said with dissatisfaction, "I sent His Majesty here before, but I just paid him back, why now I can't even see the Prince?" And the ministers have all been brought to the mountain? But this boy's handwriting is very beautiful, and he writes like a girl."
But she didn't know where Zhong Wen could write Daqian script. The letter sent to Li Qing was basically written by Shangguan Mingyue.
"What does this guy think of this place?" Li Qing didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He handed the letter in his hand to Suzaku and said, "If this continues, might the entire court be moved to Qingyun Mountain?"
"Why would the prince listen to him?" Suzaku asked, "Keeping these people here will waste food rations. Why not put them down on the mountain and let them fend for themselves."
"Didn't Zhong Wen say it?" Li Qing said with a bitter smile, "If I don't care about these people and let him see them again, I will slap them to death."
"Just die." Suzaku said unconcernedly, "His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sent people to murder the prince. It is a great mercy for you not to retaliate. Why do you care whether he lives or lives?"
"After all, he is my brother." Li Qing shook his head and sighed helplessly, "We can't just watch him die."
"Your Majesty cares about brotherhood so much." Zhuque retorted, "His Royal Highness may not be grateful to you."
"We act with a clear conscience." Li Qing smiled slightly, with a hint of open-mindedness in his voice, "Why should you care about his thoughts?"
"Well..." At this time, Li Yan, who was on the back of the bald eagle, made a soft sound from his mouth, slowly opened his eyelids, and gradually woke up from his coma.
He shook his dizzy head and looked around. When he saw clearly the embarrassed appearance of himself, Yang Jun and others, he couldn't help being startled and raised his head suddenly.
What catches the eye is Li Qing, the elegant Prince of Wu, who is fluttering in white clothes, and Suzaku, the beauty in red with green eyebrows and protruding front and back.
"Lao, Lao San!!!"
The pair in front of him can be said to be a handsome man and a beautiful woman, very eye-catching, but Li Yan's face turned pale, and there was no trace of blood anymore. He was hesitating and couldn't even speak clearly, "You, what, what, how? meeting……"
"Brother Imperial, from now on, you will live in Qingyun Mountain." Li Qing's eyes were shining with a soft smile, "The mountains and rivers here are beautiful and the scenery is pleasant. Although it is a bit simple, it is really good after you get used to it. I can’t bear to leave.”
"Qingyun Mountain!"
Hearing these three words, Li Yan's heart suddenly sank...
…
If the imperial capital in early winter still carries the slightest hint of autumn, then the land far to the north is already vast and snow-capped.
Large tracts of snowflakes are flying in the wind, swaying down like dandelions, or falling on bare trees, or falling on the vast land, creating a pure white and empty world, which is in line with that sentence
"Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom."
On this vast white land, a sparse team was walking. The thick snow left traces of shoes and horse hooves all the way, one deep and one shallow, stretching straight into an unreachable distance.
At a glance, most of the people in the team were carrying weapons and wearing armor. They were obviously an army.
However, under the cover of white snow, everyone's armor was white and black, not dazzling at all, which contrasted well with the gloomy and depressed expressions on the faces of the people in the team.
Sitting on the horse at the front of the team was a beautiful female general with bright eyes, white teeth, and snow-white skin. The silver gun in her hand was pointed at the ground. She looked heroic and pleasing to the eye.
However, at this moment, she frowned, and her watery eyes were full of worry.
On the horse on her left, sat a handsome and handsome young man in a red shirt. He was clearly on the march, but he was not wearing any armor or a soldier's belt around his waist. He could only wave a folding fan gently in his hand.
It looked strange and inconsistent in this cold winter with snow all over the sky.
These two men and women were surprisingly the commander-in-chief of the Zhenbei Army, Yu Xuanji, and the eldest son of the Nangong family, Nangong Yu.
On another horse to the right of the two people, there was a middle-aged man who looked about forty or fifty years old sitting. This man had a stern face and cold eyes. He was dressed in black clothes and had a long sword stuck behind his back.
At first glance, he does not look like a man in the military, but more like a knight-errant swordsman who has traveled around the world.
If Li Jiuye were here, he would be able to recognize this swordsman in black as Leng Qianqiu, the governor of Northern Xinjiang who successfully blocked Duguhao, the governor of China and Zhejiang, and made great contributions to the Li family during the Xiao family rebellion.
"It's such a cold day, why don't you put down your fan?" Yu Xuanji glanced at Nangong Yu beside him and complained lightly.
Her tone seemed calm, but to those who knew her well, it sounded like she was complaining and acting coquettishly, which was completely different from her previous cold and indifferent style.
"It's only my fault that they gave me the nickname 'Death-killing Scholar'." Nangong Yu chuckled and said, "How can a great scholar behave without a fan in his hand?"
Yu Xuanji shook his head helplessly. Although he did not agree with his fallacy, he did not say anything more.
"Dilu! Dilu!"
The sound of horses galloping on the snow came from behind. They both looked back and saw an officer approaching on horseback, approaching quickly.
"Old Yang, can you find out about other people?" Nangong Yu asked casually.
"General Yu, Young Master Nangong." A trace of sadness flashed across the face of the general whom he called "Lao Yang", "Except for us, the rest of the Zhenbei Army brothers have been completely wiped out, and even went out to inquire for information.
Among the many people, I was the only one who escaped with my life."
"Damn Chi people!" A general heard this, with a sad look on his face. He raised his right foot and kicked hard on a snow-covered stone on the side of the road. "General Yu, we must avenge our brothers. We must not
Let them die like this in vain!"
"Don't be impulsive." Yu Xuanji's face was equally ugly, but his clear voice was calm, "This time the Chi clan mobilized six spiritual masters, they are definitely prepared. Revenge must be done
Think long term.”
"Although the Chi people are extremely powerful, they are not good at practicing spiritual skills." Another general couldn't help but wonder, "Suddenly, where did you find all these spiritual masters?"
"I don't know." Lao Yang shook his head and said, "But those Chi Clan Spiritual Lords are so powerful. We just took a look from a distance and were discovered by one of them. Lao Zhao was directly caught by him.
I hit the King of Hell with a palm from the air. If I hadn't hid quickly, how would I have had the chance to come back and report the news now?"
"Lao Yang, both you and Lao Zhao were discovered by each other?" Nangong Yu's expression changed.
"Yes, fortunately I ran fast." Lao Yang nodded and said, "I chose narrow paths along the way, so I was able to get rid of him."
"With the speed and perception of Master Lingzun, how could he be thrown away by you, a human wheel cultivator?" Nangong Yu's expression was extremely ugly.
"Young Master Nangong, what do you mean..." After hearing what he said, Lao Yang's expression froze and he felt something was wrong.
"If I guessed correctly, you should be being followed." Nangong Yu sighed, "The reason why the other party didn't kill you is because they want to use you to find our whereabouts."
"What!" Lao Yang's expression changed drastically and he hesitated, "This, this... what should I do?"
"Here we come." Leng Qianqiu, who had been silent all this time, suddenly looked towards the sky.
Everyone raised their heads and saw six figures appearing in the sky. Each of them stood suspended, obviously possessing a terrifying cultivation level at the level of a spiritual master.
On the other hand, the Daqian army, excluding Leng Qianqiu, the governor of Northern Xinjiang who came to support halfway, had no spiritual master at all. The gap in strength between the two sides was simply unreasonable.
A commotion suddenly broke out in the crowd. Even though the Zhenbei Army was well-disciplined and brave in fighting, in the face of such a desperate situation, the morale of the army was inevitably shaken.
"You guys retreat first." Leng Qianqiu slowly drew out the sword from behind, kicked off his feet, and jumped into the air, "I'll cut off the rear."
"Governor Leng..." Nangong Yu stared at Leng Qianqiu's proud and erect figure, a hint of admiration and gratitude flashed unconsciously in her eyes.
No matter how superb the Northern Governor's swordsmanship is, he still has no chance of winning against six.
However, he clearly realized that under the current circumstances, the choice Leng Qianqiu made was already the best policy.
The only one who can fight against the Spirit Master is the Spirit Master!
If anyone else were to break the deal, it would not be able to delay time at all.
Yu Xuanji was about to say something, but Nangong Yu grabbed her jade hand and shouted: "Thank you, Governor Leng!"
After that, he raised the folding fan in his hand and waved it vigorously at the soldiers behind him: "Let's go!"
After all, Nangong Yu was both civilized and military, and extremely witty. Although he did not have the status of a general, he had a very high prestige in the Zhenbei Army.
Under his command, the originally stagnant army turned into three small groups and quickly advanced in three directions: east, west, and south.
However, the battle situation in the air far exceeded Young Master Nangong's expectations.
Leng Qianqiu, the governor of Northern Xinjiang who is known as the most powerful among the governors of Daqian provinces, could not survive even ten breaths in the hands of six local spiritual masters.
"puff!"
The people below could not even see the whole battle process clearly. They could only hear the sound of Leng Qianqiu being seriously injured and vomiting blood. Then they saw the cool governor falling directly from the sky and hitting the ground with a "bang". Above, the snowflakes were scattered and the soil was splashed, and then it became motionless, and it was impossible to tell whether it was alive or dead.
"We can't leave!" Yu Xuanji said coldly, then he rushed to the end of the team with his gun drawn, and he raised his head to face the six spiritual masters in the sky. His beautiful eyes were full of fighting spirit, "Then then Fight!"
Fighting against the Spirit Master with the strength of the Heavenly Wheel was like throwing an egg against a stone, but the female general's face showed no timidity at all. However, her left hand inadvertently touched her lower abdomen, and an imperceptible look of regret and nostalgia flashed in her eyes.
"You are not from the Chi tribe!"
At the critical moment of life and death, Nangong Yu was not confused at all, his eyes were firmly fixed on the six enemies, and he shouted loudly and asked, "Who are you?"
"Death is imminent."
An enemy spiritual master sneered and replied, "Why do you know so much?"
"Coming from the territory of the Chi Clan, but not from the Chi Clan." Nangong Ling's eyes sparkled with light, and his brain was spinning rapidly. "And this strength far exceeds that of ordinary spiritual masters. Could it be... the Holy Land?"
As soon as he finished speaking, even he himself was shocked by this speculation.
The strength of the Holy Land is a hundred or a thousand times greater than that of the secular empire. Once the Holy Land "Seven Star Pavilion" in the Chi tribe's territory really participates in the secular war, it can almost directly declare the defeat of the Daqian side.
"The little guy's brain is really good!" A look of surprise flashed in the eyes of an enemy spiritual leader, and he said with admiration, "You can actually guess our identities, but what can you do if you know it? You can't change anything. .”
Seeing the other party readily admitting it, Nangong Yu's heart suddenly sank to the bottom: "Why would the Holy Land break the rules and interfere in secular affairs without authorization?"
"Because the people under the 'Seven Star Pavilion' are all a bunch of despicable people!"
From the other side above, an old voice suddenly came.?