After returning to the inn, Feng Qi locked himself in the room and did not come out until dinner time.
Luo Xing was a little worried, but Murong Xue didn't care. She pulled Luo Xing and started eating by herself.
"He prides himself on being smart, but now he suddenly encounters an extremely troublesome problem. He might be thinking of something." Murong Xue said nonchalantly.
Luo Xing said: "Are you not worried at all?"
Murong Xue said: "What does it have to do with me? He is not in his position and does not seek to govern. The prime minister is my father, not me."
Luo Xing was slightly startled, thinking that this girl seemed different from other children from aristocratic families.
Perhaps she guessed what Luo Xing was thinking, Murong Xue said: "My brother always says that the people are the most important, the country is the second most important thing, and the ruler is the least important. But when he keeps quiet, he says that water can carry a boat or capsize it. He sounds extremely worried about the country. People, in fact, are extremely stupid in my opinion.”
Luo Xing was stunned again, "Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. As a prince and noble, what you get is the best..."
Before she could finish speaking, Murong Xue interrupted her, "I just want to ask you, even if you break the rules, can you have even the slightest influence on the current government? If not, what's the point of thinking about it?"
Luo Xing said: "But the Prime Minister will always participate in government affairs. Cultivating this kind of thinking early is a good thing for the future."
Murong Xue shrugged, "That's true, but since I don't participate in government affairs, he should be scolded by me for bringing those nonsense in front of me."
Luo Xing thought to himself that this was probably the difference in location.
While he was talking, there was a sudden noise. People were running past one after another. From time to time, there was the sound of broken dishes, which showed the urgency of the crowd.
Murong Xue looked at the anxious crowd around her and raised her eyebrows, "The sky is falling?"
Luo Xing said: "Although these people are anxious but not sad, they don't seem to be bad."
Murong Xue thought for a moment and said, "I heard some rumors a few days ago."
Luo Xing said: "The Saint of Honglin Pavilion is born?"
Murong Xue smiled, "I have been away from the world for sixty years, but I don't know why I am born now."
Luo Xing said: "No matter what, it will be a grand event."
There are three major holy places in the Dugu Dynasty, namely Ji Palace, Zen Sect, and Honglin Pavilion.
The first time the demon clan went south, the sages of Ji Palace decided to rule the country, and they fought for the next half month under the hands of the demon lord. Only then did the three gods Li Wei'an descend to earth and save the people from fire and water. Afterwards, not even one of the ten sages of Ji Palace survived. Two thousand years. It has never regained its former glory.
The second time the demons went south, the abbot of the Zen sect died in battle outside Yufeng Pass. Only one of the three preceptors was left. The six abbots of Qinggui had no bones left. The eighteen Arhats were buried together in Tianying Gorge, which was enough to drag the demon army in Yufeng Pass. After half a month outside the pass, all the human armies were on guard, delaying the demon tribe's plan to go south for three months until Dugu Feiyun came out of the pass and defeated the demon lord so that he returned without success.
Only Honglin Pavilion has been severely damaged in recent years.
The cult broke out, and the war started from Xuhai and burned to Qingchuan. The blue waves spanned thousands of miles of yellow sand and thousands of miles of red land, and even reached the Tianshan Mountains.
From the northwest of the Dugu Dynasty to the east coast, the Five Pavilions of Qingyi Tower and the Blood Demon Sect have weaved a giant web to capture the sky for the Dugu Dynasty.
The Zen sect went to Tianshan, and Hua Manlou, the leader of the Tianshan sect, disappeared from the world.
Honglin Pavilion moved its pavilion to Xu Hai, and destroyed Soul Soul Pavilion and Yushi Pavilion. The three saints of Honglin Pavilion and the owner of Qingyi Pavilion went to hell together, and they have not been able to escape the world since then.
After putting down the Blood Moon Rebellion, Dugu Feiyun designated three holy places to show their achievements.
To this day, Honglin Pavilion has been away from the world for a long time.
Murong Xue stretched out and said to Luo Xing, "Would you like to go for a walk together?"
Luo Xing stood up and looked back upstairs, feeling a little worried.
Murong Xue said: "I know very well what people like them are thinking. Until he figures it out, we'd better not disturb him to save ourselves the trouble."
Luo Xing pursed his lips and said, "Let's go and see the Saint of Honglin Pavilion."
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What Luo Xing didn't expect was that while they were still eating, Feng Qi had already arrived at Naixi River.
It was already dusk, and the sun was still dotting the clouds sparing no effort. Through the colorful clouds, under the blue background, the stars and the moon were faintly visible. There was a breeze in the sky, slightly lifting his long hair and clothes.
The Naxi River is about five feet wide, and there is an eight-horse arch bridge on it, named Ziliu.
There was no one on the Ziliu Bridge, neither at the beginning nor at the end of the bridge.
But Feng Qi's gaze has been fixed on the bridge and has not moved.
Honglin Pavilion hid from the world, but he was very sure that he had met people from Honglin Pavilion.
Beyond the Wall.
That man saved his life, using an unparalleled method.
The Wushuang method is never taught to outsiders. Since that person knows such secret skills, he must be a talent from Honglin Pavilion. Moreover, based on that person's age, he is likely to be the new generation of Honglin Pavilion Saint. He I want to see if I can see her again here.
The little girl with lively eyes in the past should now be slim and graceful. If they could meet each other, how should he speak?
While he was thinking wildly, a melodious flute sound suddenly sounded in the distance, followed by the sound of a harp and a harp, then the sound of a pipa, and finally a gentle singing voice.
Through the willows in the river bend, a painting boat can be vaguely seen.
The boat was slowly approaching, and the sound of music started from there.
Those who played the flute, played the harp, played the harp, played the pipa, and sang were all popular artists from Jizhou. They were all standing or sitting on the bow of the boat, and they immediately attracted the attention of most people.
Feng Qi suddenly raised his eyebrows and said oh.
He found a man wearing a light-colored gown, who was tall and powerful and had extraordinary bearing.
While Feng Qi looked at the man, the man also looked at him.
Not sure if it was an illusion, but Feng Qi felt that the man smiled, and he saluted slightly.
Suddenly, there were exclamations in my ears.
The man and Feng Qi turned to look at the Ziliu Bridge at the same time.
A woman in a red dress fell from the sky, like a slowly returning stranger flower.
When her feet landed on the bridge, the melody of the boat was coming to an end. The artists looked at the women on the bridge, turned around and walked into the boat.
Feng Qi has thought about the appearance of the Saint of Honglin Pavilion several times. She is like a fish and a geese, she is shy of the flowers when she closes the moon, she is a beautiful woman who conquers a country and a city, and is beautiful in her flourishing age.
He thought that these words were enough to describe a person's appearance, but he found that he was still wrong, and very wrong.
In the thousands of books he had read, he could not find a suitable word to describe the woman in his eyes.
Even if it is peerless, it still has flaws.
He was not lewd, but for a moment he didn't know how to take his eyes away from that delicate face.
Of course, he still had an excuse to cover it up.
He could say that he was observing the face of his savior very carefully.
Yes, he had met this woman, ten years ago, outside the Great Wall.
"I thought that I was well-read and that my academic attainments were at their peak, but I didn't know how ignorant I was until this moment." He sighed softly.
Someone next to him looked at him with disdain.
Feng Qi shook his head and sighed, "If I could read more books... No, even if I read all the books in the world, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to find an adjective to use. Describe the face of the saint."
The disdain beside him instantly turned into admiration, and the man raised his thumbs up in the wind and smiled meaningfully.
Feng Qi nodded at the man and said, "I just decided on something."
The man hummed.
Two sounds.
Feng Qi looked at the dancing figure on the bridge and said seriously: "The Prince of Yanbei, Feng Qi, has made a wish here. My wish for the rest of my life is to marry him and travel to the fairyland together."
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