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Chapter 445: Saint Penglai and Beiming Leader! 【1 update】

"This pair of pen, ink, paper and inkstone was obtained by me after I accidentally helped an old foreigner during an outing." Huo Yunyi nodded and said, "He said that this was also a treasure he was able to collect by chance. , after knowing that I was from China, he gave this thing to me. "

Yan Tingfeng blinked softly: "It's an antique, probably an antique that was scattered abroad during the war."

"Yes, the workmanship is also very exquisite." Xiang Shaoyu also nodded, "Although it is aged, the lines and colors on it have not faded, and the brush is also intact."

"I think I am a rough guy who only knows how to use a gun, and pen, ink, paper and inkstone are useless to me." Huo Yunyi said, "I will give this to Miss Ye."

Xiang Shaoyu thought about it and felt something was wrong: "You don't need this antique, why don't you give it to me?"

He already likes antiques, and he won't refuse anything from the old era.

Huo Yunyi said expressionlessly: "I forgot."

Xiang Shaoyu: "..."

Then why do you remember it now? !

Ye Banglan stretched out her hand and touched the inkstone in the box very carefully, her fingers trembling violently.

Yan Tingfeng could naturally notice this slight anomaly: "Xiao Wan can recognize it. What year is this antique?"

"The Ning Dynasty period." Ye Banlan calmed down a little before speaking in a low voice, "I need to take a closer look at the specific time."

Xiang Shaoyu smiled and said: "Our Miss Ye is truly a walking antique detector."

"I have something to do." Ye Banlan suddenly stood up and picked up the box, "Let's go ahead and talk."

She walked in a hurry and left the Huo family quickly.

"This..." Xiang Shaoyu was stunned for a moment, then looked back at Yan Tingfeng, "Ms. Ye was angry about what happened just now?"

Yan Tingfeng shook his head slightly and said calmly: "Xiaowan won't take those people seriously."

He was also deep in thought.

But he could tell that Ye Turning's mood changed when he saw the pen, ink, paper and inkstone that Huo Yunyi took out.

Yan Tingfeng's eyes darkened.

"I haven't practiced martial arts for a long time." Huo Yunyi suddenly said, "Shaoyu, come and fight with me."

Xiang Shaoyu: "?"

What crime did he commit?

**

Ye turned the tide and returned to the hotel, then opened the box again.

How could she not recognize this box of pens, inks, paper and inkstones as an antique from what era?

This is a relic of her teacher.

Emperor Master Hanyun's voice.

Playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting are just Han Yunsheng's daily skills to cultivate his sentiments. His greatest ability is observing the sky and predicting the fate of the country.

Han Yunsheng collected a lot of pens, inks, papers and inkstones. This box was the least outstanding one, but it was the tool he used to teach her to practice calligraphy at that time.

Ye Banglan silently took out the brush, poured ink into the inkstone, and began to grind the ink.

After researching the ink, she dipped her pen in it and wrote one word on the rice paper -

rather.

The Ning of Ning Dynasty is also the Ning of China's tranquility.

The latter is also the reason why Taizu Ning took the character "Ning" as the name of his country.

However, something unexpected happened.

When the last stroke of the traditional Chinese character "Ning" falls!

"Uh-"

White light flashed, and the light and shadow in front of him also became distorted.

This is a sign of the beginning of historical retrospection, and it is already a familiar thing for Ye Banlan.

She didn't think about why this box of pens, inks, paper and inkstones could go back in history, but no matter what, she could get more information.

When her vision became clear again, sure enough, she had returned to the Ning Dynasty three hundred years ago.

The familiar palace came into view, completely different from the ruins trampled by the enemy last time.

At this time, Fengyuan City had not yet fallen, and the enemy's battle reports had only reached the imperial court.

In the main hall, all civil and military officials gathered. Yongshun Emperor Xiang Chen sat on the dragon chair, while Emperor Master Han Yunsheng and Prime Minister Shen Mingshu stood at the front.

Ye Banlan finally saw the still alive Princess Xiang Mingyu of Jing'an.

Compared with when she saw Princess Jing'an being cut into pieces by five horses, the impact was too great.

For a moment, Ye Tuanlan almost shed tears again: "Auntie..."

Although it is clear that in historical retrospect, she is just like an audience entering a movie theater and cannot change what happens on the screen. But she still couldn't help but stretched out her hand to touch Princess Jing'an's face.

Xiang Mingyu's expression was very serious, and she didn't know that her niece, who had been dead for six years, was beside her.

"Reporting to Your Majesty and the Regent, the defense lines in the northwest, southern Xinjiang and Eastern Wilderness... have been completely breached." The voice of the soldiers who came forward trembled so much that they almost choked, "His Royal Highnesses the King of Yan, the King of Chu and the King of Qin... have been Died in battle."

“…”

The entire court was in dead silence.

"What?!"

Even though he was as indifferent as Hanyun Sheng, his expression changed after hearing this.

All civil and military officials were even more horrified.

Who is the Sifang Wangjue?

That was Ning Chao’s Dinghai Shenzhen!

Who doesn’t know the fighting power of the Sifang Prince?

Especially Yan King Hejia, he can resist even if the master of Shenxiao Tower leads everyone from Jianghu to attack.

How could he die in battle? !

"Nonsense!" An old minister immediately shouted angrily, "How dare you be disrespectful to His Highness King Yan!"

But as soon as he finished saying this, he was already bursting into tears.

Everyone knows that no one would joke about something like this.

Xiang Mingyu suddenly squeezed the handle of the chair tightly, restraining herself from having an attack. She took a deep breath: "After the court is over today, you all go back and pack up as soon as possible and arrange for the people in the city to enter the shelter."

In the entire hall, apart from Yongshun Emperor Xiang Chen and Xiang Mingyu, only Han Yunsheng, Shen Mingshu and a few veterans were left.

Xiang Mingyu asked: "What can the Emperor Master see now?"

"A mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, **** on earth." Han Yun said in a deep voice, "The world is going to be in chaos, unprecedented."

Xiang Mingyu's pupils suddenly narrowed.

Shen Mingshu couldn't help but take a breath: "But neither you nor Rong Shi foresaw this invasion."

The emperor's master, Han Yunsheng, already possesses Taoist skills, and he also knows how to observe celestial phenomena and predict the fate of the country, in order to ensure that Daning will last for a long time.

There is a sound of cold clouds in the temple, and when the rivers and lakes are calm, China should not have a future that they cannot see.

But in the future they observed, there was no such invasion.

This is the reason why the entire China is defenseless.

Of course, being able to break through the three major borders of northwest, southern Xinjiang and eastern wilderness in just two days, not even the kings of Yan, Chu and Qin had the slightest power to fight back...

Even if you are prepared in advance, it cannot change the facts.

After three seconds of silence, Han Yun said slowly: "Your Majesty, Your Highness the Regent, Prime Minister Shen, I want to leave Fengyuan."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"If you leave Fengyuan at this time, where are you going and what are you going to do?" Shen Mingshu became nervous and immediately caught up.

She had worked with Han Yunsheng for many years, and of course she knew the other person's temperament clearly. She also knew that when he left now, he was definitely not trying to escape from the battlefield, but to find a way to save the mainland of China.

The sound of cold clouds did not stop.

"Yun Sheng." Shen Mingshu called his name for the first time.

Han Yunsheng's body trembled and his steps stopped: "...Mr. Shen?"

Shen Mingshu didn't come forward again. She only said four words: "Come back alive."

Come back alive.

Whether it was the sound of cold clouds heard or the night turning the tide watching this historical review, we all know that these four simple words are the most important at this moment.

Who doesn’t want to come back alive?

But even King Hejia of Yan is no longer here!

Han Yunsheng pursed his lips and directly used his Taoist skills, traveling thousands of miles in a day, towards the south.

Ye Banglan found that her perspective of viewing this historical retrospective moved with the sound of cold clouds.

The next second, she no longer saw Fengyuan City in front of her, but Penglai Mountain!

The fairy spirit is lingering, and the winding paths lead to tranquility.

"I was telling my senior sister just now that the Imperial Master will definitely come over when he knows about this." A gentle voice sounded, "Sure enough, the time when the Imperial Master will arrive is exactly as I predicted."

"Uh-huh!"

Two figures appeared above the clouds, like gods descending to earth. The man was handsome and the woman was beautiful and fragrant.

Penglai Saint, Yue Zheng!

The leader of Beiming, Xing Yun!

Good morning~~