Feng Yu Jiu Tian

Xi Lei, Rong Tian's second October.

Autumn is back,

The heavy wheat ears with their heads down showed that the **** of harvest once again showed kindness to the people of Xilei.

The golden color has become the most favorite color of Xilei.

Grain has always been the foundation of the country. Today's meeting in Xilei begins with a speech by Xi Lei, who is in charge of agriculture.

"The King Ming is really a treasure from heaven to me." Sixty-odd miles away, the uncle Zhang Tian, ​​with white hair, radiantly reported this year's harvests around Xilei, and once again sent out his emotions to Gao sitting on the throne. Rong Tian cautiously said: "A bumper harvest is a blessing given to the King by God, but the minister has been in charge of Xilei's farming for many years, and he deeply understands that there is no such a pleasing harvest in Xilei. So ... "

"So you want to ask Wang to let Fengming inspect the terraces in person to see if he has any good policies for agriculture?" Rong Tian was in a good mood because of the news of the bumper harvest, interrupting his uncle by bending his lips. Speaking slowly, "Feng Ming is not suitable to leave the palace at this time, and this matter will be discussed later."

"King," Shukai also wanted to speak, receiving Rong Tian's warning gaze, and quickly shifted the subject, coughing in two voices: "The minister just wanted to ask King Na and King to participate in the memorial ceremony to thank the harvest **** the day after tomorrow."

"With the king?" Rong Tian narrowed her eyes ...

While the main hall was discussing the state affairs, the people in the Prince's hall ate various snacks leisurely.

"The skills of the autumn basket have grown again." Qiu Xing picked up the small and delicate dessert in the jade plate: "Look, the sesame seeds embedded in the cake can still be shaped into flowers, which is due to her ingenuity."

"Yes, the autumn basket technique is getting better and better, your waist is getting thicker and thicker, see how much fat you are?" Lie Er, while stuffing cakes in his mouth, did not forget to make a face at Qiu Xing.

Qiuyue gave a glaring look: "You must not bully Qiu Xing, her waist is not thick, what are you doing?"

"Is it really rough?" Qiu Xing jumped up early to find the mirror, took a picture and turned to pull Qiuyue, anxiously: "Qiuyue, what do you say? Is it really rough?"

They quarreled frequently, and autumn baskets have become accustomed to be ignored naturally. They also lazily picked up a piece of snacks and sighed: "Since King Ming was almost assassinated in the suburbs, he has been banned by the king for three months, and he is bored even with us It must be moldy. What else can you do besides making snacks? "

"Shhh ..." Lieer immediately put his finger to his mouth and let his voice down. "Dare you even mention the word forbidden foot? Be careful, Ming Wang heard."

"I've heard it." There was a sudden grunt humming behind him.

The three vomited their tongues at the same time and looked back. Feng Ming, who had changed into a blue robe, was already standing behind the door.

Lie Er awkwardly scratched his head and laughed, "Ming Wang's ears are so powerful that they can be heard so far."

"What ears are powerful, that's the use of scientific equipment." Fengming walked into the hall and set aside the humble monitor made because it was too boring.

Qiu Xing quickly and obliquely offered hot tea and smiled and said, "Don't call out when you wake up, let the king know that Ming Wang is not dressed, and he should call us lazy."

"I'm going to scold him!" When mentioning Rong Tian, ​​Feng Ming didn't hit one place, and said ruefully: "Forbidden foot, how long should it be banned? Why do I say banned?"

"This ... the king is also for the safety of Ming Wang." He also wanted to go out for a breath of fresh air. Qiu Lan still persuaded the whole situation: "The king said that before the assassin was identified, Ming Wang could not step out. The Prince's Palace stepped. "

Qiu Xing nodded: "The king also said that recently many countries have sent spies to sneak into West Ray, so be careful about everything."

Lier put a snack in his mouth and said something in his mouth: "Ning Wang is now an important person who can affect the overall situation of Xilei. If there is an accident in Mingwang, it will endanger the entire Xilei. The king banned his foot. It's too much, but ... "

"But these Ming kings are very clear and do not treat you like a sparrow." A calm voice came from the door: "So although Ming Wang complains a lot, he will never leave the Prince's Palace in disobedience to the king."

"Rong Hu!" Fengming was shocked and pulled Rong Hu into the hall, asking excitedly, "how?"

Rong Hu shook his head: "Uncle Wang, in accordance with Ming Ming's orders, once again made a proposal to King Wang to let him inspect Xilei's farmland, but he refused in one fell swoop."

Feng Ming dropped her shoulder: "Failed again?"

"But ..." Ronghu paused for a moment: "It's an uncle's power, and he asked the King to allow Ming King to participate in a memorial service to thank God for the harvest."

Qiu Xing clapped and said, "Willn't we be able to get out of the Prince's Palace then?"

The autumn basket is the most realistic. Ask Ronghu: "Did the king agree?"

"The king said:" Rong Hu looked at Feng Ming with his ears waiting, and couldn't help but smile: "That's fine."

There was a moment of silence in the Prince's Hall. After a while, a loud scream came out.

"Ahhhh! It's finally time to go out! Finally there's a turn!"

"Oh my god, for three months, it was like three hundred years."

"Sacrifice, I love to sacrifice, I love to sacrifice! Harvest God, I love you!" This sentence naturally comes from the ecstatic Fengming.

While enjoying the joy of the harvest, people are also preparing a grand sacrifice in return for God's generosity.

The mellow wine, the large barbecue, singing and dancing are all essential elements in the memorial service. Of course, preparations are indispensable to keep people busy, and for Feng Ming, all he needs is to wait for dawn.

When does it light up?

Fengming had already begun to think about this when she fell asleep. Can't blame him, how can someone else appreciate the mood of a monkey-like person after being imprisoned for three months.

When does it light up?

"You didn't sleep well yesterday." With a tight hand on her waist, Fengming looked up and saw Rong Tian's expression of dissatisfaction. Rong Tian frowned: "Going to sleepless again today?"

"I'm excited." Feng Ming looked at the dark sky outside the window: "Is it dawning soon?"

"The night has just begun. Go to sleep. If you get out of the dark circles, I will not allow you to participate in the memorial service for reasons that harm Xi Lei Guowei."

"Ha!" Fengming asked excitedly: "Will you let me participate in the memorial service? Really?"

Rong Tian glanced at him savvyly, and said with a smile: "Don't pretend to hear the news today. Do you send Ronghu to eavesdrop on the discussion, do you think I don't know?"

Fengming hesitated awkwardly, and just when she was about to find a topic to escape, she felt a pain in her neck.

"Well ... you bite!" Feng Ming covered her neck pitifully.

Rong Tian smiled evilly: "I still want to eat you." He rolled over and pressed down.

"No, it's my turn today, Jun Wu jokes, yeah ... wow ..."

"The king has a clear reward and punishment. You can't help but send someone to eavesdrop on the deliberations."

"All ... Huh ... Um ... All Ronghu's ... Hey, don't bite there!"

Qiuyue Qiuxing was on duty outside the hall, and when Fengming screamed, he exchanged glances with surprise.

"It seems that King Ming will not lose sleep tonight."

"Well, but ..." Qiu Xing said anxiously, "I'm starting to worry that Ming Wang can't get up tomorrow."

"Well ... yes, Ming Wang can't go out and we can't go out ..."

The two sisters sat side by side on the steps outside the temple and started to worry.

The sacrifice of the harvest **** came in the expectation of everyone.

When the first rays of sunlight hit the Prince's Palace, Feng Ming lay on the bed, looking sadly at Rong Tian, ​​who was wearing a royal robe.

"Why don't the king sacrifice the gods to go out of the palace? Shouldn't it be fun with the people?"

"We are standing on the walls of the royal palace, and people will be at ease as long as they can see from a distance."

"But I want to go out and relax."

The dark shadow over his head came over, and Rong Tian's enlarged face jumped into the eyes: "If you don't change clothes, you can't even go to the walls of the palace."

The threat was very simple and achieved results. Although always complaining, Fengming acted very quickly. He immediately called for autumn baskets, etc., and changed his clothes very cooperatively.

"Really can't leave the house?"

"No."

Feng Ming sighed greatly: "Then stand on the wall."

Stepping out of the Prince's Hall together with Rong Tian, ​​the two guards of the guard had waited outside the door, the sword dazzled, and the light reflecting the white flowers made the eyes hurt.

"Come on, don't be late."

Not only the people, but also the officials are waiting.

Tong Jianmin led the court officials under the corner of the city wall, and saw Rong Tian and Feng Ming from a distance. He rushed up and wiped the sweat on his forehead: "The king is finally here. The people know that they can see him and Wang Ming today. They came from all over, the four city gates were full of people, and the square in front of the palace was crowded. "

Rong Tian slightly twitched his head, and whispered, "How is the security arrangement?"

Hitomi Jian said: "The king is assured that it has been properly arranged."

Fengming didn't leave the Prince's Palace for a long time, so she looked around excitedly early, suddenly heard a long hiss on the right, turned her head, and immediately shouted, "Baiyun!" Rong Tian's hand to open Kai will pounce.

Only two steps apart, a tight waist, was pulled back by Rong Tian.

"I want to ride." Fengming turned and asked.

Rong Tian looked a little stunned, glancing at Pu Jianjian: "How to pull Bai Yun out?"

When Bai Yun saw Fengming, he continued to step on the hoof with excitement, shaking the horse's head and rushing forward, dragging the guard in charge of the rope for several steps before he stopped snorting.

Rong Tian said to Feng Ming with ears: "Feng Ming, we are going up, the people are waiting."

"But Baiyun ..."

"Let's go." Rong Tian dragged Feng Ming up the steps.

The palace walls of the palace are very high. From the bottom of the palace, there are a hundred and eighty steps. Each step is paved with rectangular bluestone, which is simple and solemn, and magnificent.

The two men rushed to the top of the city, and the wind was strong at high altitude. The two flags erected behind them immediately screamed and started.

Outside the palace was full of people waiting, and someone suddenly shouted, "King! King!"

Feng Ming just stood still, and upon closer inspection, the square below was crowded with people, and from a distance, it was dark. He took a breath and said, "A lot of people."

"It's all about you." Rong Tian stood beside him, smiled, and pulled Feng Ming to his side until they met his shoulders and quietly shook his hand: "Look, these are your people . "

The following was already trembling. Everyone looked up. The two figures stood in front of the city and behaved with dignity, and they were indeed King and Ming King.

Everyone knelt down and saluted, and many could not help but quietly looked up.

"Ming King! It's Ming King!"

"Which?"

"Stand next to King."

"Which is the king?"

"This big brother, aren't you from the capital?"

"Ye Le, we have a good harvest this year in the field, and the millet is ripe. I heard that the memorial service can see the King and Ming King. I came here from other places."

Rong Tian was accustomed to this scene early, and smiled at the wall and beckoned. Fengming was uncomfortable, and whispered, "Don't you call them up?" I remember in the TV series, good emperors often called this "flat body" when they encountered such a scene.

"We are kings, we have to get used to being bowed down."

"Also used to being assassinated?" Feng Ming quickly answered.

Rong Tian couldn't prevent him from saying such a sentence and turned to look at him.

Feng Ming beckoned to the people in the city symbolically, while whispering, "I know you have something to hide from me, and be frank."

"Don't think wildly." The wind is getting stronger, blowing Rong Tian's cloak, even more majestic. Rong Tian overlooked the golden harvest outside the city and whispered, "Who dares to deal with you when I am?"

"Since you met an assassin in the suburbs, you suddenly raised your protection to a level of alert." Feng Ming glanced at him strangely: "The assassin was twenty meters away from me when he was captured. There are so many that he can't hurt me. Why is such an assassin making you so worried, and even banning me for three months, not allowing me to take a step out of the Prince's Palace? "

"Who told you to leave the city without obeying me? The ban is to punish you."

Fengming was tired of beckoning, dropped her hand, turned to face Tian Tian, ​​looked at him for a long while, then suddenly smiled and lowered her eyes, and said softly, "How can you be willing to punish me?"

Rong Tian suffocated, took a deep look at Feng Ming, and asked for a long time: "How much do you know?"

"I know what you're hiding from me." Fengming said, "You never mentioned the assassin. What was the result of the interrogation?"

"died."

"died?"

"Done myself, I can't ask anything." Rong Tian showed a slight anxiety: "But a few spells were found on him."

Feng Ming snorted, her expression changed slightly, and she thought, "Wouldn't it be a spell about the soul-shifting art?"

Rong Tian nodded heavily: "Exactly."

Fengming couldn't help smirking: "This is what annoys you. Haha, it's difficult for me to tell you what superstition and science are, but I promise you the title of the smartest Ming King in the world. What spells are useless to me, this is just a trick to fool people who do n’t have common sense in science. If you can put people to death with a few notes, would n’t they all be messed up? ”

"I don't know what the science that you often talk about is." Rong Tian asked in return: "The king just wants to remind the world's smartest king of thunder, don't forget how you came to thunder."

This is hard to explain. Fengming converged with a smile, scratching her head and bewildered and said, "I don't think the spell can threaten me anyway. As for the reason why I came to this world, there must be some scientific reason, such as ion transmission or brain waves. He said a lot of scientific terms that he didn't understand well, and finally concluded: "So you don't have to keep me in the Prince's Palace at all."

"No."

"Why?" Fengming warned: "Rong Tian, ​​superstitious wizard spells are not something a good king would do."

"Even if the spell doesn't hurt you, why would the assassin attempt to use the spell that moves souls to you?"

Feng Ming stunned, took a deep breath, and whispered, "They are very familiar with Prince Anhe and me."

"Yes, there is a traitor in the palace." Rong Tian brushed away the broken hair that Fengming had covered his forehead by the wind, and slowly said, "I want to find a way to prevent you from receiving spell damage, and find out in the palace. Traitor. "

"I'll help you."

"You have to stay in the Prince's Hall. The royal wizard has been doing things around the Prince's Hall, which can make harmful spells ineffective in the Prince's Hall."

Feng Ming shook her head, of course, dissatisfied, "Let them do the same in the capital, I don't want to be trapped in the Prince's Hall."

"It's very laborious. Do you want to use the wizard's life?"

"No," Fengming found a flaw and asked smartly: "Since I can allow me to go out of the Prince's Hall today, then it means ..."

Rong Tian smiled helplessly, chin to the left: "From the Prince's Palace to here, someone has been saying a spell to protect you."

Feng Ming looked down. There was a man standing not far away, in a dark blue robe, with a dark complexion. He kept his head down and raised his eyebrows, saying something in his mouth.

"Imperial wizard?"

"His name is Song Teng, a person I trust." Rong Tian watched Fengming's eyes turn again, and immediately added: "It is very debilitating to protect yourself with the magic spell."

"and so?"

"So, even if there is Song Teng, I will not let you out of the Prince's Palace when it is not necessary."

Hearing this, Fengming was like a stingy rice.