Nagato has a thin waist

On the observation deck, Master Jiafa's clothes were fluttering and he was chanting incantations.

"What kind of monster is this? He hasn't shown his true form yet..."

A sound came out, and a low plea came from under the green cloth.

"Mage, please forgive me. My sister and I are weeds that have become spirits. We have practiced for many years and have never caused harm to the world. We are such good monsters..."

The mage clasped his hands together and said loudly: "You confused the Queen Mother of Jin and made her talk nonsense and fall from the high platform. How can you not bring harm to the world?"

"Unjust!" The weed spirit cried in a high-pitched voice.

"The Assembly Hall was originally a wasteland. My sister and I have been practicing here for thousands of years. We have always dreamed of imagining the human form. However, we built a house on the same spot. We were trapped in it and could not get out of the Assembly Hall. Today I am very happy to see the Queen Mother of Jin. She is pregnant with Lin. "My son, I wanted to take the opportunity to be reincarnated as a human being. Unexpectedly, the Queen Mother rolled down the wooden steps on her own and the fetus had a miscarriage..."

There were rumors of miscarriage just now, but hearing the "little demon" say it with your own ears was different.

There was an uproar around the observation deck.

The Jin envoy blushed and said, "What kind of evildoer is talking nonsense and ruining the reputation of the Queen Mother..."

Jia Lu held the law staff in his hand and lowered his eyes to look at the green cloth covering the ground.

"Why don't you recruit the little demon from the real thing?"

"Everything is true." The little demon's voice sounded a little frightened. "My sister and I have seen it ourselves. Please let the mage know for sure."

Another little demon cried, "The little demon told the truth, which is already a meritorious deed. Why doesn't Master spare me? It's also an opportunity..."

The green cloth moved without any wind and trembled continuously.

But anyone with a discerning eye can tell at a glance that no one can be hidden under the green cloth.

Where does the sound come from?

There was a gloomy wind, and everyone on the field held their breath and concentrated, not daring to say anything.

Master Jiafa looked solemn and called out the Buddha's name.

"My Buddha is merciful. Little demon, please tell me where the general's wife is, and then go and save her."

The news that Feng Yun was taken away by evil spirits spread in the assembly hall.

Just now Ao Qi rushed to the observation tower to find someone, and there was an uproar.

When Master Jiafa asked, the place immediately fell silent.

Just listen to the little demon's voice saying: "The general's wife is a body of immortality, and we and other little demons can't see it. But besides our sisters, there is also a big house demon here. He has great magic power, maybe he took people away, It’s unknown…”

"That's nonsense!" A sudden shout came from the silent field.

Ao Qi was seen rushing over from the crowd. Regardless of the obstruction of the imperial army, he jumped onto the wooden platform and pulled the green cloth covering it hard.

The green cloth is uncovered.

Two wild grasses lay quietly on the wooden ground.

A piece of green and full of vitality.

nobody.

Ao Qi's expression suddenly changed, and he suddenly turned back to look at Jia Lu.

"Tell me, is it your fault?"

Jia Lu twisted his hands and recited the incantation, put his hands together and saluted Ao Qi.

"Donor Ao opened the green cloth, dispersed the spiritual power, and released the soul of the trapped little demon. Now, it will be difficult for me to capture them and come back to interrogate them..."

Ao Qi gritted his teeth when he saw his kind face in monk robes.

"Where is the demon?"

"Not outside the mortal world."

"Where is Feng Twelve Niang?"

"Stay tuned."

Ao Qi didn't believe this.

But the lonely high platform was empty. Who else could take Feng Yun away except for the evildoer? Looking at the serious face of the Tianzhu monk, his clenched palms were sweaty and greasy...

All the drama has ended.

No one was to be found in the council chamber.

Even the eminent monk from Tianzhu was interrupted due to religious rituals and could not find out Feng Yun's whereabouts.

Li Sangruo was embarrassed by the little demon's truth just now, but he smiled again after hearing the news.

"I asked why this council is so unlucky. It turns out that there are not only weed spirits, but also house monsters. Okay, it's quiet now."

Tang Shaogong lowered his eyes, expressionless.

"Your Highness can rest assured."

Li Sangruo lay lazily on the soft couch, stroking his aching lower abdomen.

"Do you think the general would believe what the little demon said?"

Tang Shaogong said: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not. The general will always protect His Highness."

Some words are emphasized repeatedly, and the more you hear them, the more you believe them. Tang Shaogong said so confidently that Li Sangruo became happy again.

"As long as there was no instigation from Feng Twelfth Mother, how could the general and I have these quarrels? I just hope that big house monster will take good care of him and don't let him back to seduce men again."

Tang Shaogong's lips curled up slightly and he remained silent.

-

At the Zhuhe Ferry, the boats stood quietly in the cold wind.

Control!

Before the carriage had stopped, Xiao Cheng had already lifted the curtain and took a look eagerly.

Gongsun Jiong rode up to the carriage and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, my wife has been waiting for a long time."

There are many Qi troops guarding the ferry, all of them are strong and strong, with bright eyes. Xiao Cheng walked through it, his steps were very light, but his eyes were extremely bright, as if he was afraid of disturbing something. He lifted the corners of his robe when he boarded the boat, and every step he took was solemn.

Feng Ying was on the carriage following behind.

Also arriving at about the same time was Mrs. Chen, with her two children, Feng Zhen and Feng Liang.

Along the way, the two women were very silent.

When they heard that Feng Yun was missing in the parliament, they already had suspicions in their minds, but no one said anything.

The carriage stopped, and with the support of the maid, Feng Ying walked a few steps quickly, preparing to follow Xiao Cheng onto the royal ship, but was stopped by the guards on the shore.

"Ma'am, stay."

Feng Ying looked at the imperial ship moored quietly on the water, pursed her lips slightly, and said with a smile:

"Why don't you let me on board?"

The guard looked serious and pointed to another official ship on the right side.

"Your Majesty has a decree to ask Madam to accompany Mr. Feng."

Feng Ying's face was pale under the veil.

The emperor rode on the imperial ship, and the ministers rode on the official ship.

If Xiao San regarded her as his wife, she should have boarded this ship instead of traveling with the Feng family.

Madam Chen approached, held her cold little hand, followed her gaze to the imperial ship, and gritted her teeth.

"Aying, don't be sad. Even if she sneaked back to Qi, what would happen? If she is not legitimate, what kind of storm can she cause?"

Feng Ying's eyes were a little absent-minded.

"Yes, why did she come back? Isn't it good to follow General Pei? Doesn't she want the honorable position of the first-rank lady? She can't face people when she comes back like this. How is she different from a concubine?"

Madam Chen sneered, "She has been jealous of you since she was a child. She came back only because she loves Your Majesty and wants to snatch your marriage. Mother has long said... your elder sister has never had good intentions."

Feng Ying closed her eyes silently.

"Xiao Lang has no feelings for me, and it has nothing to do with her. I thought he was born heartless, but I didn't expect... his feelings were not for me."

Mrs. Chen was almost angry to death. Seeing her disappointment, Feng Ying burst into tears when she was about to say a few words.

"Mother, I still want to use that golden boudoir guest... As long as I can please Xiao Lang, it doesn't matter if I suffer a little."

Mrs. Chen opened her mouth, looked at her sad face, and sighed heavily.

"There is no need to compete with her for a while, there is a long time to come."

The vixen returned to Qi State, and there was no other way to survive except relying on the Feng family.

If she fell into her hands, she would be skinned alive if she didn't die. How could she compete with her daughter?

Mrs. Chen felt relieved when she thought of this, and asked Ningxiu to help Feng Ying onto the official boat quickly, and then stood on the shore, waiting for Feng Jingting to come over, and scolded him harshly.

"Your good daughter is back, are you satisfied now?"

-

Xiao Cheng strode into the cabin.

Ping An, Jixiang and others noticed that the emperor was not as calm as usual. They had been with him for so long, but it was the first time they saw him lose his composure like this, and he was in a hurry to see a woman.

The gauze curtain was lightly hanging, and the graceful figure was vaguely visible under the light.

Xiao Cheng looked at it, his voice hoarse.

"You go down."

The palace maid lowered her head and retreated in response.

Xiao Cheng then slowly raised his steps, staring at the delicate woman approaching with fiery eyes, sighed, put his arms around her waist, and hugged her to his chest. The long loneliness was swept away, and the satisfaction that followed made his eyes red.

"Ayun..."

Countless times, I imagined that I could hug her like this, all the time, year after year. When the warm body really fell into his arms, Xiao Cheng's heart ached, and he couldn't help himself for a moment, and his arms tightened more and more.

"You are finally back to my side..."

The delicate woman in his arms was stiff, leaning against him, and didn't move.

Xiao Cheng's fingers trembled slightly, and he lowered his head after a long while. His chin fell on the top of her head, gently stroking it, and suddenly stopped.

Perhaps her gentleness and silence made him suspicious. He suddenly reached out and turned her face, pinched her chin fiercely, and forced her to look up.

It was a face with delicate makeup, wearing Feng Yun's clothes, Feng Yun's favorite makeup, and her favorite flower yellow. At a glance, it was Feng Yun herself.

But how could Xiao Cheng mistake Feng Yun?

He suddenly pushed the delicate body in his arms away and took a step back.

"Who are you?"

Daman slowly bowed, blushing, "The maid greets His Majesty."

"Are you someone around Ayun?" Xiao Cheng rarely paid attention to Feng Yun's maid, but he sounded familiar with this voice.

He just couldn't think of the name.

He lowered his eyes, "Why is your face... so similar to Ayun? Where is she?"

Daman smiled bitterly in his heart.

Beside Feng Yun, no matter how beautiful she was, she was eclipsed.

It turned out that after seeing her so many times, Xiao Cheng had never discovered that she was also beautiful and had some similarities with Feng Yun. With a careful makeup, she looked even more alike.

"Your Majesty." Daman turned sideways and knelt in front of him. She no longer raised her face, nor did she hope to be favored by her husband. She just said in a serious tone: "Madam said that she was grateful for your help and had no way to repay you, so she specially asked the maid to serve you."

Every word was like strong liquor, pouring into Xiao Cheng's heart.

"Where is your master?"

Daman pulled out an envelope from his sleeve.

"This is from Madam to your Majesty. Madam said that your Majesty would understand it at a glance." (End of this chapter)