Chapter 7 The Storm Will rise
On the third day of October of 872, the imperial calendar, Wangfeng Pavilion.
Wangfeng Pavilion is not in the huge inner house, but on the side of the quiet but alive outer house. Because the attic is close to the edge of the cliff, there is a feeling of overlooking the world and contempt for the peaks in the attic, so it is named Wangfeng Pavilion.
Over the years, although Wangfeng Pavilion has been uninhabited, the national lord Yijian doesn't know why he sent two servants to clean it. In the past hundred years, he has not known how many generations of servants have been replaced.
When she arrived at the Wangfeng Pavilion, her eyes quickly glanced. There was no one else in the pavilion except Aunt Xi Feiyun and Princess Qingmei, as well as the two maidservants.
Is your father not here?
As the prince pondered, he bowed and bowed to Xi Feiyun's aunt, whom he had not seen for many years. Xi Feiyun saw this handsome nephew. Although he was exhausted, he also had a sudden feeling of light. He quickly got up and stood up, walked to Piao to help him up and said with a smile, "When I saw you at the beginning. , you are still so small. Now you are so tall and handsome. Brother Yi Jian is right. You and Meier are really a good match.
When the prince heard about this, he quickly glanced at the light eyebrows behind her, but he just lowered his head, stood behind his mother, and never looked at him again. His heart was as cold as ice water in an instant: did he really touch her reverse scales and make her so angry? Will he still pay attention to me from then on?
The prince's heart is as cold as this, but his face is still as warm as the wind. He talks about the interesting things he has heard over the years with the lord of Xifeiyun, and also heard the lord talk about the interesting times in Xiyan country and so many of her past events.
Her story is always the best in his heart, even if she goes barefoot to catch loach, or wears ragged clothes and sings with human beings at the foot of the mountain.
This time also passed quickly, and it was already dark in a blink of an eye. Xi Feiyun looked at the son who was finally a little distracted and said with a smile, "Pianxuan, it's late, you can go back to rest and talk about it tomorrow."
The prince got up to salute and said gently, "My nephew, I'm going to say goodbye. I'll bother the lord and the princess Qingmei tomorrow."
Xi Feiyun turned around and said, "Meier, don't be so shy. Go and see him off."
The young man finally heard a sentence, but it was like the sound of mosquitoes and ants. If he didn't listen carefully, he couldn't hear it. The four words "Where do I have" made him chew carefully at the corners of his mouth for a long time.
The thoughts of my daughter's family are really the most difficult to understand!
Along the way, the young man accompanied him gently, and both of them were silent on the road. When it came to the fork, she stretched out her hand to stop Xi, who only walked forward, and smiled, "Sister Qingmei, just send her here. Go back and accompany my aunt. I won't be alone."
Xi gently bit his lips, but didn't say anything. He turned around and left.
The prince looked at her departure back, smiled helplessly, shook the paper fan and walked down the mountain.
"You, wait a minute!" A pleasant voice stopped his pace, turned around and looked at the bright and stubborn woman not far behind him.
I saw that Xi's light eyebrows were no longer twisted and said generously, "Soon, you will become my husband. I just want to ask you, will you treat me well for the rest of your life?"
The prince's heart was in full bloom, with a sincere and happy smile on his face, like a child. He smiled and said, "Of course it will. I will always treat you well."
"I remember your promise today, and I will always be good to you." After saying this seemingly difficult sentence, Xi turned around and left, and no longer gave the prince a chance to open his mouth.
The prince stood still and didn't go down the mountain, just recalling those words and his bright face.
Holding the hand of the son and aging with the son, is this eternal agreement?
But who can know that Gu Xinghe, the leader who hid behind the rockery with a sword in his hand, has blood-like pain in his heart at this moment. Jiang Cheng, the eldest brother in his previous life, is really right. Love is the most poisonous poison. Don't taste it easily.
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A few days later, Pianxuan took the old story as the reason. Most of the day was spent in the Wangfeng Pavilion. Occasionally, there was leisure time, but no one could find his whereabouts. I don't know what he was doing.
Such days passed calmly for several days, and those guests were no longer noisy. They seemed to be quietly waiting for something to happen, and the two lords of Qianqifeng and the young masters often saw the end of Shenlong.
But people with intentions, such as Xinghe, a deputy leader who is in a high position but has no power in his hands, such as some servants who work hard every day, and Bo Yi, the commander-in-chief of the palace, can easily detect that in these too peaceful days, there are countless torrents hidden.
The prince has been busy, very busy, and almost can't stop. The father said that he had something important to discuss with the elders in the altar of the inner court, so he left the stall and threw it to him. However, the housekeeper was seriously ill at this time and had to lie down ** to take medicine every day.
He clearly knew that his father had begun to do something for that matter, and the housekeeper was also supported by his father in order to let the house chores tie him up. His heart was as bright as a moon mirror, but he had to pick up his energy to take care of the family business.
Fortunately, with the assistance of Commander Mo Ha and Deputy Commander Gu Xinghe, Xi Feiyun often pointed out from the side, and Xi Qingmei was no longer as ignored as usual, and occasionally accompanied him to deal with trivial matters in the house.
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The seventh day of October, in the Anxiang Pavilion.
He is still dressed as a scholar in blue, still a paper fan and a flute. The prince is sitting on the antique teacher's chair in the pavilion, swaying a paper fan in his hand, talking and laughing with the person sitting opposite him.
Deputy Commander Gu Xinghe stood aside with a sword in one hand, looking at the strange old man opposite him.
The person sitting opposite was the unexpected one. The divination magician under the command of the lord of the country was the old man with a three-inch beard and narrow eyes under his jaw.
The sorcerer only held the gourd in his hand and occasionally offered a cup to the young master of Qianqi. The two of them raised a glass or drank the gourd against each other, which was so happy and comfortable.
Suddenly, the warlock said, "Rong Laogu said more, and the lord said that he would take me to find the strange treasure of the day in these days, and then everyone will share it equally. But I don't know where the lord of the country has gone at this time. Thanks to the trust of all the heroes, I dared to ask the young master for advice.
The prince raised his glass and took a sip, smiled and said, "Mr. Fangcheng, why are you in a hurry? I don't know much about your father's arrangement. But I think my father will go out of the customs in a few days, and then he will be able to find the strange treasure with the heroes.
Hearing this, Fangcheng knew that it was difficult to get a few more useful words in this young man's mouth today, so he smiled and said, "In this case, I will thank the Lord and the young master for their warm hospitality. Please forgive me for bothering me in the house these days.
The young man put down the wine glass, shook the paper fan, and his hair flew in the wind. He was so beautiful. He only heard him smile gently and said, "It's okay. I'm afraid the younger generation has neglected you heroes, but there is something to ask the old gentleman. I don't know if it's convenient."
Hearing this, the sorcerer Fangcheng put down the wine gourd and said, "What do you want to ask me about this old bone? The young master can ask me. The old man's questions will be answered, and he knows everything."
The prince saluted and said, "I just want to ask the old gentleman. Is the so-called divination and astronomical prediction true?"
Gu Xinghe immediately cheered up, which is the thing he wants to understand the most since his rebirth.
The divination warlock's face was a little hembled. He picked up the wine gourd and drank a sip of wine. He smiled and said, "It is rumored that the young master is knowledgeable and knows astronomy and geography. There must be an answer to these things in his heart. There is no need to ask me, this bad old man!"
The prince said with a smile, "The old gentleman is modest, but the younger generation does have questions in his heart, please answer them."
Unfortunately, Fangcheng has made up his mind not to talk about this matter in detail, but just said: "If you believe in these things, you will have it. If you don't believe it, I will naturally believe in people like us who work hard every day. I just don't know if you believe in your fate." After saying that, he got up and said goodbye.
Gu Xinghe heard this and knew that the old man did not want to tell the truth, and he felt helpless.
The prince sent the old man away with a gift. He stood in front of the door and had not moved for a long time, and his mood changed in an instant. That small pebble has always become an obstacle in his heart!
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At night on the ninth day of October, on Tianji Peak.
Tianji Peak is the most magnificent peak outside the main peak of Qianqi Kingdom, because it is facing the Tianji Star in mid autumn, hence the name.
Yi Jian, the lord who had not appeared for six or seven days, suddenly appeared here, holding a long sword as clear as autumn water, but not practicing swordsmanship, but just looking up at the sky, as if waiting for something.
Suddenly, he let go of the extraordinary sword and let it fly in the air, then knelt down and bowed three times to the north. Then, he got up and did a set of complicated movements, and his body rotated back and forth in the void. It was not like practicing, but it seemed to be a sacrificial ceremony from ancient times.
The long sword, with the dance of Gu Jian, became less and less clear, and the aura on the sword gradually dissipated. A spiritual sword slowly turned into a blood-red sword.
The new moon in the sky also seems to be covered with a layer of blood.
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At noon on October 10th, in the banquet hall of King Qianqi Palace.
Yi Jian, who had not been seen for a few days, finally appeared in front of everyone, which was no different from the past, but there was a white-haired but energetic old man behind him. The old man, dressed in gray and carrying a long black sword, stood behind Gu Jian without saying a word, with a murderous spirit and refused to be thousands of miles away.
After Gu Jian appeared, he sent people to call Xi Feiyun's mother and daughter and the young master, and invited all the guests to the living room. After everyone arrived, he ended his conversation with Xi Feiyun. After a period of greeting with everyone, he announced a major good news.
On the fifteenth day of October, on the night of the full moon, the young master of Qianqi will hold a grand wedding with the young master of Xiyan.
Happy event, absolutely happy event, a great happy event!
However, the ancient Xinghe, who stood with a sword and stood with a gloomy face, the slight eyebrows that had just been taken off by his mother's piccolo, and the prince with a graceful smile, but there was no unexpected surprise, only a trace of thought and fear.
The wind and clouds will rise, the sky and the earth will be dim, and the sun will be lightless...