Facing the incomprehensible look in Yumei's eyes, Feng Linwen briefly explained his relationship with Old Oogway and Emperor Jing.
Of course, some parts are simply brushed over using Spring and Autumn brushwork.
"I am very willing to help you with this, but... my body is made up of the resentful souls of the concubines in the cold palace. Now it has become one with the cold palace. I am afraid that the real body cannot leave." Mei said.
Feng Linyi waved his hand and said: "It doesn't matter! I will arrange for people to remove the entire cold palace tomorrow along with the walls."
This isn't anything too troublesome.
Moreover, breaking ground on the imperial city and changing the overall structure of the entire palace can also cause Cheng Penghai a little trouble and delay a little time.
"In this way, I will thank Your Majesty in advance!" She bowed with resentment, and she didn't know whether it was unintentional or not, but she could always see the snow-white ravine at the slightly loosened neckline, which made people reluctant to look away.
After a few words, cooperation was gradually reached, and Feng Linwen's expression gradually became less solemn than before, and he turned to ask gently: "Although you are a resentful demon, you are the remnant soul of hundreds of ghosts, but after all, you are a separate individual. , but I don’t know if you have a name?”
Feng Linwen asked this question as if he didn't mean it, but in fact he meant it.
"I don't know if those harem dramas are reliable! They all write about ghosts like this. They have been lonely and cold for many years, and the most unbearable thing is that no one cares about them. If I give her a name, even if she doesn't return to my heart, that's it. It's time for your favorability to go up and down!" With the mentality of giving it a try, Feng Linwen waited for the next step.
The resentful charmer stood up with a charming smile on her face, and the light red eye shadow at the corners of her eyes seemed to reveal a hint of warmth.
"It seems that the little emperor is attracted to me! He can't wait to put his own mark on me. But... I heard that tigers in the mountains and forests like to leave their own marks on the places they go. Smell, if Your Majesty wants to, how about leaving some mark for me now?"
"Although this place is desolate, the moonlight is just right. The sky and the earth act as matchmakers. We sit on the ground in the open air, covered with grass and covered with stars. We have our feet covered with stars... but it has a unique wildness!" Resentful Charming walked over gracefully, like an elegant cat. , but there was no hint of depth in those cold eyes.
"The harem dramas about dog days are all lies. I am sure... those who write such plots are all singles." Feng Linyi cursed in his heart, but his face quickly changed color: "No need! Ye Ye. It’s already deep, you... take care of yourself, I’m leaving first!”
After saying that, he turned around and left with a wave of sleeves.
Looking at Feng Linwen's back as he strode away, the resentment still turned into an unknown dark cloud, hovering above Leng Gong.
In the twisted evil aura, there seemed to be a low murmur: "Does it belong to my own name...?"
"Ha! Why bother!"
At dawn the next day, Feng Linwen sent a message to Chen Gui, asking him to lead the palace craftsmen to start moving the cold palace.
It is necessary to move them all to the vicinity of the imperial tomb that is being renovated while the cold palace is generally intact.
This order is strange though.
But as an emperor who gradually gained real power, no one dared to question such trivial matters.
At the same time, news of the Queen Mother's illness also spread from the palace.
Then the imperial doctor diagnosed that the Queen Mother was worried about the late Emperor, who had been ill for many years, and was already terminally ill. She feared that her time was short, and she needed to make early plans for the Emperor.
Of course...that's not what the imperial doctor said at the time. He said it more euphemistically. The meaning is roughly the same, but it can be broken down into thousands of words.
Everyone, please vote. If you are interested, a certain waste of paper wouldn't mind writing this in the next chapter.
The cold palace was moved within two days.
After all, this is not a truly simple super-ancient civilization, but an extraordinary civilized world containing the power of immortality. With the emperor's permission, it is actually not difficult to move a palace in the palace.
This night, the stars were extremely dim.
But the moonlight became surprisingly brighter.
When it sheds its glory, the ground seems to be coated with a layer of silver.
Some people fall asleep at night. They lie on the bed and listen to the sound of the wind in the distance, the heavy footsteps of the watchman knocking his clapper as he passes by at night, the chirping of birds in the mountains and forests further away, and the faint sounds of the river. The sound of shouting makes me feel extremely at ease.
This is probably because I feel a sense of self-satisfaction in contrast to the fact that I am lying in bed while there are others who work harder and harder than me.
With this sense of satisfaction, it is easy to fall into a sweet dream.
boom!
Suddenly there was an explosion, waking up all the sleeping people.
Some people are still in a trance.
But more people had already followed the sound, opened doors or windows, and looked into the distance.
I saw that there was a brilliance reaching into the sky on the mountains in the distance.
Something seemed to have been detonated, and then everyone saw a huge turtle rolling in the air riding on the light, and seemed to be about to crash into the capital.
In the Humble Administrator's Pavilion, Cheng Penghai, who was reviewing memorials as usual, suddenly frowned, broke the jade pen in his hand, and stood up with a flick of his sleeves.
"Bastard! Bastard! Bastard!" He said three times in a row, looking a little angry.
Then Cheng Penghai flew out of the Cheng Mansion through the night and headed directly towards the old turtle falling towards the capital.
The breath pulls and the true energy stirs.
A pair of huge palms cut through the sky, and then slapped the old turtle into the distance.
The old turtle was obviously still a little dazed, his consciousness was groggy, and he did not come back to his senses. He just instinctively retracted his head and limbs into the turtle shell, like a huge meteorite smashing into the barren mountain.
Cheng Penghai did not give up, but followed closely. A spiritual sword flashing with stars and clouds appeared in his palm.
With a smooth touch, the spiritual sword turned into a spot of light and disappeared, and suddenly the originally dim starlight became dazzling.
One after another, one after another, bursts of starlight turned into sword-like star rain in the night, and then gathered into a sea, submerging the place where the old turtle smashed into the barren mountain.
Abundant power washed away, and terrifying energy exploded.
The short barren mountains were flattened from the ground under this violent wash.
When the dust cleared, a middle-aged man wearing a black dragon turtle robe with a resolute face and a stern look on his face was seen standing in the ruins, holding a turtle shell shield and looking at Cheng Penghai who was flying down very unkindly. .
"Who are you? How dare you plot against me? Are you not afraid that I will punish your nine clans?" The man in black robe asked coldly. As he spoke, his voice seemed a little hoarse and a little unfamiliar, as if he hadn't spoken for a long time. .
Cheng Penghai looked at the black-robed man in front of him, knowing that the outcome he least wanted to face had already happened.
He secretly thought that the old turtle was an 'idiot'. He was given a handbook for nothing, but his body was still stolen by Emperor Jing.
But his hand was not slow, and he waved his sleeves. In the moment of grabbing and releasing, it was like the entire galaxy fell into his palms, turning into circling waves, rushing towards the old turtle occupying the body. Emperor Jing.
