"Aiya! Brother Ning, calm down! What's the difference between you going to die like this?"
At this moment, the Qin Palace in Jinling was in a mess. Chu Chouli hugged Ning Zhumang's thigh like an old tree. As he spoke, his eyes were constantly glancing at Song Yueming.
Song Yueming understood. He gently patted the child's head in Xia Zichuan's embrace beside him. Then, he walked out and walked to Ning Zhumang. "Sect Leader, please calm down. This matter can't be rushed."
Ning Zhumang looked up at Song Yueming and said, "I know your good intentions, but back then, I already had a negative crescent moon. If Ziyu were to be imprisoned, I would not know how to face them in the Nine Springs!"
"Sister Ziyu entered the palace for Big Brother Meng's sake, but she suddenly agreed to this marriage. Could it be that the other party used Big Brother Meng's life as bait to force Ziyu to submit?" At this time, Xia Zichuan, who was holding the child, also took a step forward and whispered at that time.
"Big Brother Meng has already cultivated into an immortal, and that evil dragon with the fierce sword in his hand. If Chen Xuanji is able to capture him, wouldn't his cultivation be far above ours?" Su Mu'an also took over the conversation at that time and said with a frown.
"So what? I picked up my life, so why should I cherish my death?" Ning Zhumang was clearly dazed, and his tone became a bit louder.
"We naturally understand the sect master's feelings. Ziyu is also our friend. Does the sect master think that we are also those who fear death?" Seeing this, Song Yueming hurriedly took a step forward and advised, "We don't know where Ziyu is right now. The best way to save her is to wait until the wedding party enters the palace tomorrow to tribulate her!"
Hearing this, Ning Zhumang was stunned, and the movements of his hands also froze.
Chu Chouli, who was lying on the ground and hugging Ning Zhumang's thigh, knew that Ning Zhumang would not act recklessly again. He heaved a long sigh of relief, then stood up and gasped heavily.
"We've already agreed. We'll sneak out of the Qin Palace tomorrow and ambush him at the entrance of the Changle Palace. We'll catch him off guard. However, before we can talk to you, you…" Chu Chouli said out of breath. Obviously, it wouldn't be an easy task for him to hold Ning Zhumang back with his ability.
"But if that's the case, if you offend Chen Xuanji, then you all should …" Ning Zhumang understood everyone's temperament, but deep down, he didn't want everyone to take risks with him. After all, the current situation in the world was chaotic, and this Chen Kingdom could be considered the last quiet place.
"Just flee. Where else in this world have we not been? Who cares if he ascends to heaven or earth, we are not afraid!" Chu Chouli wiped his nose and revealed a rare heroic aura.
At that time, everyone agreed.
Seeing this, Ning Zhumang was speechless. He could only sincerely thank everyone.
Seeing everyone's will turn into a city, Li Moding and his son at the side had complicated thoughts. Great Xia was also pointing at the remnants of the three continents that Chen Country had sent troops to attack. However, if such a calamity really occurred, regardless of whether they participated or not, the Emperor would probably vent his anger on them. However, as outsiders, they were unable to find a position to dissuade them, so they could only watch all of this with worry in their hearts.
The father and son thought about this and looked at each other. They both saw bitterness in each other's eyes. At this moment, they were mostly thinking that if only someone could stop them.
Probably because he didn't forget it, there would definitely be an echo.
Since the group of people had made such a decision, they naturally had no intention of resting.
Whether this trip was successful or not, once it was done, it would inevitably provoke the anger of the Chen Imperial Court. The group also made plans and arranged for Liu Shengning, Zhumang, and the others to take charge of the bride delivery team. At the same time, Su Mu'an chu Qiuli took advantage of the incident to secretly leave Jinling and found a hidden place to settle down before making any plans.
Everyone exchanged words. Although the scene was somewhat noisy, the plan had been properly arranged. Almost until the east wind of the time, everyone could perform their respective duties and begin this vast and mighty plan to rob their relatives.
Very quickly, it was time for five moments of ugliness. There were still three moments left before everyone had to start moving.
They sat in the main hall of the Qin Palace with their own worries. Their expressions were mostly extremely solemn. Even Chu Chouli did not have the heart to joke at this moment.
Squeak.
However, just at this moment, a soft sound came from the door of the hall, and the door was pushed open from the outside.
Everyone's hearts trembled, and their gazes towards the door immediately became vigilant. At this moment, in the dead of night, who would come here? Moreover, the Qin Palace was heavily guarded and there was no communication. Could it be that their plan had been detected by the people of the Chen Imperial Court? Thinking of this, everyone placed their hands on their swords. As long as there was a slight mistake, they would act brazenly.
The only thing that came out of the crack was not the armor they had imagined, but a lazy black cat. It walked in with its amber eyes sweeping across the faces of the crowd with doubts. Finally, it let out a long cry, "Meow?"
Everyone was still stunned, but Chu Chouli, who was the closest to Xu Han, suddenly came to his senses. He almost jumped up and shouted, "It's Xiao Han!"
When they said this, everyone immediately reacted. At that moment, joy filled everyone's eyebrows. From an unknown date, Xu Han had already become the backbone of everyone's hearts. If Xu Han was also here, they would naturally feel much more at ease.
And the truth did not disappoint them.
The door of the room continued to be pushed open, and Xu Han's group of nineteen really appeared in front of everyone at that time.
Xu Han slightly cupped his hands towards the crowd and said with a smile, "Long time no see, gentlemen."
Everyone who came back to their senses naturally bowed towards Xu Han one after another. Immediately after, people who didn't care about etiquette, such as Chu Chouli and Su Mu'an, came over and chattered nonstop.
Xu Han was rather helpless, but he still rushed to stop them from continuing before the crowd exploded.
He himself looked at Ning Zhumang and said, "I've already heard about Ziyu. Would Sect Leader Ning be willing to take a step to speak?"
Ning Zhumang was well aware of Xu Han's friendship with Fang Ziyu, so he naturally did not doubt him. When he heard this, he nodded and said, "Alright."
At that moment, the two of them stepped out of the room, leaving behind only a group of people who didn't know what was going on. They looked at each other.
…
"Your Majesty, you're well." Everyone in the room was puzzled by Xu Han's actions, but Song Yueming walked to Qin Keqing alone and cupped his hands towards her.
It was probably because this title hadn't been mentioned for too long. Qin Keqing was also stunned. It took a while for her to regain her senses. Then, she smiled and said, "Being an emperor is not my wish. However, I have no choice but to do it. Now that Great Zhou has been destroyed, Senior Brother Song should call me Keqing."
Naturally, Song Yueming would not insist on doing so at this moment. At that time, he also smiled and said, "That's fine. After all, sending someone to Junior Sister Qing would also like more than that Emperor Nanjing."
The two of them smiled similarly. After many changes, the two inconspicuous disciples of the Exquisite Pavilion were able to live to this day. After experiencing many changes, they were still able to address each other as their peers. This was already a blessing.
Qin Keqing was also affected by Song Yueming's actions. She swept away the haze and asked, "Where's Little Xu?"
Hearing this, Song Yueming hurriedly introduced Xia Zichuan, who was holding the child by the side. The three of them were talking about the child's family background, and the atmosphere was unprecedentedly harmonious.
On the other side, Su Mu'an also walked to the side of Nineteen. He looked at Little Nineteen who lowered his head and frowned. He asked curiously, "What's wrong with you? Did he bully you?"
As Su Mu'an spoke, she pointed at Zhou Yuan, who was standing beside Nineteen. Zhou Yuan immediately panicked. He hurriedly waved his hand and shook his head, "Little Grandpa, you can't say this nonsense. I've been doing my best to serve the Little Ancestor all this way."
In front of Su Mu'an, Zhou Yuan did not dare to act like a nineteenth master. Fortunately, Nineteen was quite protective of Zhou Yuan. At that time, he patted Su Mu'an 's hand that was pointing at Zhou Yuan and said discontentedly, "Don't bully my master!"
Su Mu'an wanted to make it clear to Nineteen that Zhou Yuan was an imposter. However, she remembered that the previous few words had all ended unhappily. Instead, it added to her unhappiness. She simply put away her thoughts and asked, "Then why are you so unhappy?"
Nineteen angrily rolled her eyes at Su Mu'an, then raised her head to look in the direction where Xu Han had led Ning Zhu Mang away. Then, she said, "You'll understand in a moment!"
Hearing this, Su Mu'an was still puzzled, but at this moment, Ning Zhumang and Xu Han returned to their room. Everyone looked at the two of them at that time. From their point of view, Xu Han would not let this matter go unnoticed. With his cunning personality, he should be able to come up with a better method. As a result, the gazes of the crowd also carried a hint of hope at that time.
Under this expectant gaze, Ning Zhumang slowly opened his mouth and said, "Everyone, I appreciate your kindness."
"But just now, I've thought about it. There are some things that I'd rather tear down ten temples than destroy a marriage. Since the little girl's heart is full of mysteries, then let's do as she pleases."
…
Unlike the customs of the Great Zhou Empire, there were two wedding banquets in the Chen Kingdom, one at noon and the other at dusk.
The bride must be brought from her mother-in-law's house before dawn, Before noon, Send the bride into the man's house, The attendant maids or matchmakers watched as the two of them could not have any contact until the bridegroom thanked the congratulatory guests at the lunch. The guests arrived at night. This time, there were guests congratulating the bridegroom. The bridegroom received the congratulations from the guests before welcoming the long-awaited bride. This was called a welcome celebration.
The people in Jinling City were overjoyed. Regardless of whether they were sincere supporters of Chen Xuanji or just trying to make things lively, seeing a strange person surrounded the streets of Jinling City.
The marriage of the Imperial Clan was naturally different from that of the ordinary people, and this showed the prestige of the Imperial Clan. Thus, after leaving the palace, they began to patrol the streets of Jinling City with the group of future empress of the Chen Kingdom.
Of course, the people were tiptoeing on their feet, sharpening their heads in an attempt to squeeze forward, trying to see through the luxurious sedan chair the appearance of the Empress. Although this method did not have any effect, these people were also happy about it.
"Your Majesty is a thousand years old!"
"Long live Your Majesty!"
People kept shouting in their ears, but Fang Ziyu, who was sitting in the eight-lift sedan chair, was not happy at all.
Marrying Chen Xuanji was Fang Ziyu's dream. She had secretly thought of this day more than once. She had also imagined many plots for this. Some were absurd, some were grand, but no matter what, she had never thought that she would marry Chen Xuanji like this. She had never thought that when this day really came, there was not the slightest bit of joy in her heart.
She sat silently in the sedan chair. As the sedan chair moved forward, it shook slightly, and her body also shook.
Suddenly, the silent Fang Ziyu seemed to have thought of something and raised her head. Then, she gently lifted the curtain cloth in front of the sedan chair, revealing an imperceptible crack. Her head was pressed against it, and her eyes followed the crack and looked out of the sedan chair.
She looked at the crowd on both sides of the road, looking at the eager smile on their faces, but she was not affected by such joy. On the contrary, as her gaze swept across these people, the expression on her face became lonely one breath at a time. In the end, she revealed a furious expression and sat back down in anger. She muttered, "Isn't there anyone who wants to rob me?"
"Your father is unreliable. Senior Brother is unreliable. Little Muan… Hmph! How dare I buy you candied gourds every day! I didn't expect you to be unreliable either!"
Fang Ziyu said these words in dissatisfaction, as if he was extremely concerned about being forgotten. However, this indignation did not last long on her face before it suddenly dissipated. She lowered her head again and muttered, "This is good, so as not to cause trouble again."
With such relief, Fang Ziyu accepted his fate.
However, at this moment, the marching group suddenly stopped. Vaguely, noises and curses could be heard. Fang Ziyu was stunned. Could it be that the group of heartless people finally understood that they were coming to save her?
For this reason, she hurriedly opened the curtain in front of the sedan chair. Looking through the sound, she saw that the officer in front of her seemed to be scolding a few skinny children. Under the slight disappointment in his heart, Fang Ziyu still asked loudly, "What's going on?"
The officer did not dare to neglect Fang Ziyu. He hurriedly walked over to Fang Ziyu and lowered his head to whisper, "Reporting to Your Highness, a few unsightly refugees wanted to beg for food and blocked the way. Your Highness, rest assured, I will have them thrown into the river to feed the fish. I will not let them alarm Your Highness' holy carriage!"
As he spoke, the officer was about to give orders to the soldiers beside him, but there was no time to say anything.
"What are you doing! Great Zhou is in chaos, Great Xia is in chaos, and the people have lost their way of life. They just came to our country to find a way. Why can't they tolerate this?" Fang Ziyu shouted angrily.
Obviously, the officer did not expect Fang Ziyu to curse him instead. He was stunned and did not know how to respond.
"There are times when no one can pass. Being kind to others means being kind to oneself. Moreover, as the official of the Imperial Court, the Imperial Court wants you to come not to bully the people but to help them. Go, everyone arrange a meal and see if someone can arrange a livelihood for them in Jinling!" Fang Ziyu's forgotten anger had nowhere to be ventured, but now that he had found the reason, he naturally cursed at the officer.
The officer was too unlucky to dare to say anything when he ran into such a thing. He could only lower his head and whisper, "Your Highness is not a mean person. These days, many refugees have flooded into our Jinling City. You have given these refugees money now. When those people hear the news, they will probably block your way."
This was originally a kind reminder, but Fang Ziyu did not appreciate it. Immediately, he said loudly, "Then give them all. Could it be that the refugees are not citizens of our Chen Country? Do you still want to watch them starve to death in Jinling City?"
Fang Ziyu's voice was loud, and the words that he said entered the ears of many people present without missing a single word.
"But… we didn't bring that much money with us… If we went back to the palace to retrieve it again, we might delay our good fortune…" the officer said with a bitter expression.
Seeing the officer's bitter expression, Fang Ziyu was also slightly troubled. At that time, she swept her gaze around. Although the surrounding people were incomparably curious about the Empress, they did not dare to look at her directly and lowered their heads. Fang Ziyu did not notice him. After looking around, her eyes suddenly lit up. She said, "This is easy! Go get my dowry and give it to these refugees!"
The officer's expression changed drastically. He hurriedly knelt down and said, "I don't dare! This is the dowry of the Empress."
"My dowry belongs to your emperor!" Fang Ziyu waved his hand and said.
Naturally, what she said was the truth. These things were all things Chen Xuanji had ordered people to prepare to support the scene. Indeed, none of them were prepared by her. However, these words had a different flavor in the ears of the people, and they secretly felt that the Empress was approachable and kind to the people.
"Your Majesty is holy! Your Majesty is holy!" It was unknown who suddenly shouted loudly. The people who witnessed all of this also knelt down and shouted loudly at Fang Ziyu. For a moment, such a loud shout resounded throughout the streets of Jinling City. It had been endless for a long time.
…
At this moment, deep within Changle Palace, Chen Xuanji, who had white hair, stood opposite Meng Liang, who was dressed in black.
"How are you doing?" Meng Liang seemed to have arrived just now. Seeing him arrive, Chen Xuanji sized him up and down and asked.
"Ziyu's temperament is clear to you. Naturally, it went smoothly beyond your expectations. It is estimated that not long from now, all the people of the Chen Kingdom will know that they have a good queen who loves the people." Meng Liang replied.
Chen Xuanji nodded and said, "Where are you going next?"
Meng Liang shrugged his shoulders, "Let's go to Mount Li and see Master. Then we'll go do what we need to do."
Chen Xuanji nodded again. He seemed to want to say something, but for some reason, he didn't say anything. He could only cupped his hands and said after a moment of silence, "Take care then."
Meng Liang smiled and didn't say anything else. At that moment, his body turned into a streak of light and disappeared from the Changle Palace.
Chen Xuanji looked at the empty body and suddenly sighed. He muttered, "I should do something … the thing you asked me to do …"
"Uncle…"
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