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Chapter 445: The Saintess of Penglai and the Leader of Beiming! [1 update]

"I got this set of writing brushes, inkstones, and paper when I accidentally helped a foreign old man during an outing." Huo Yunyi nodded, "He said this was a treasure he collected by chance, and after knowing that I was from Shenzhou, he gave it to me."

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

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

"I am a rough man who can only use a gun, so a pen, ink, paper and inkstone are of no use to me." Huo Yunyi said, "I will give this item to Miss Ye."

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

He has always been fond of antiques, and he would accept anything from the old times.

Huo Yunyi had no expression on his face: "I forgot."

Xiang Shaoyu: "..."

Why did you remember it now?!
Ye Wanlan stretched out his hand and carefully touched the inkstone in the box, his fingers trembling violently.

This was a very slight anomaly, and Yan Tingfeng naturally noticed it: "Xiao Wan was able to recognize it. What year is this antique from?"

"During the Ning Dynasty." Ye Wanlan calmed down a little before speaking in a low voice, "I need to look carefully at the exact time."

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

"I have something to do." Ye Wanlan suddenly stood up and picked up the box. "I'll go first, you guys chat."

She walked hurriedly and left the Huo family quickly.

"This..." Xiang Shaoyu was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Yan Tingfeng, "Miss Ye, are you angry about what happened just now?"

Yan Tingfeng shook his head slightly and said calmly: "Xiao Wan won't take those people to heart."

He was also in deep thought.

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

Yan Tingfeng's pupils deepened.

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

Xiang Shaoyu: “?”

What crime did he commit?

**
Ye Wanlan returned to the hotel and opened the box again.

How could she not recognize the era of this antique box of pens, ink, paper and inkstone?

This is her teacher's relic.

The emperor's teacher's voice is cold.

Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are just the skills that Han Yunsheng uses to cultivate his sentiments in his daily life. His greatest ability is observing the celestial phenomena and predicting the fate of the country.

Han Yunsheng collected quite a few writing brushes, inks, papers and inkstones. This box was the least outstanding one, but it was the tool he used to teach her calligraphy at that time.

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

After grinding the ink, she picked up the brush and dipped it in ink, and wrote a word on the rice paper -

rather.

The Ning of Ning Dynasty also means the peace of China.

The latter is also the reason why Emperor Ning Taizu chose "Ning" as the country's name.

However, something unexpected happened.

When the last stroke of the traditional Chinese character "宁" was written!
"Shh-"

A white light flashed, and the light and shadow in front of him began to distort.

This was a sign of the beginning of a historical review, and it was something Ye Wanlan was already familiar with.

She didn't think about why this box of writing brushes, ink, paper and inkstone could also trace back history, but anyway, she could get more information.

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

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

At this time, Fengyuan City had not yet fallen, and the enemy's battle report had just reached the court.

Civil and military officials gathered in the main hall. Emperor Yongshun Xiang Chen sat on the dragon throne, while the imperial teacher Han Yunsheng and the female prime minister Shen Mingshu stood in the front.

And Ye Wanlan finally met the still-living Princess Jing'an Xiang Mingyu.

Compared with the scene when she saw Princess Jing'an being torn apart by five horses, the shock was too great.

For a moment, Ye Wanlan almost burst into tears again: "Aunt..."

Although she knew clearly that in the historical replay, she was just like a spectator in a movie theater and could not change what happened on the screen, she still couldn't help but reach out and touch Princess Jing'an's face.

Xiang Mingyu's expression was very serious and she didn't know that her niece, who had passed away six years ago, was right next to her.

"Reporting to His Majesty and His Royal Highness the Regent, the defense lines in the northwest, southern border, and eastern wilderness... have been completely breached." The soldier who came over had a trembling voice and was almost choking with sobs. "The King of Yan, the King of Chu, and the King of Qin... have died in the battle."

"..."

The entire court was in deathly silence.

"what?!"

Even someone as indifferent as Han Yunsheng changed his expression after hearing about this.

Civil and military officials were even more shocked.

Who is the Four-Direction Prince?

That is the Ning Dynasty’s stabilizing force!

Who doesn't know the fighting power of the Four Kings?
Especially Yan Wang Hejia, even if the Lord of Shenxiao Tower led everyone in the martial arts world to attack, he could resist.

How could he die in battle?!
"Nonsense!" An old official shouted angrily, "How dare you disrespect His Royal Highness the Prince of Yan!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he burst into tears.

Everyone knows that no one would joke about such a thing.

Xiang Mingyu suddenly clenched the handle of the chair, restraining herself from getting angry. She took a deep breath and said, "The court is adjourned today. Everyone 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 Emperor Yongshun Xiang Chen and Xiang Mingyu, only Han Yunsheng, Shen Mingshu and a few old ministers were left.

Xiang Mingyu asked: "Now, what can the Imperial Master see?"

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

Xiang Mingyu's pupils suddenly contracted.

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

The imperial teacher Han Yunsheng was already proficient in Taoism, and he could also observe the celestial phenomena and predict the fate of the nation, in order to ensure the long-term prosperity of Da Ning.

There are cold clouds in the temple, and there is tolerance in the world. China is not supposed to have a future that they cannot see.

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

This is why the entire Shenzhou was defenseless.

Of course, they were able to break through the three major borders of Northwest, South Xinjiang and East Desert in just two days. Even the King of Yan, the King of Chu and the King of Qin had no power to fight back...

Even if you prepare in advance, you can't change the facts.

After three seconds of silence, Han Yunsheng slowly said, "Your Majesty, Your Highness the Regent, Prime Minister Shen, I have to leave Fengyuan for a while."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

"Where are you going and what are you going to do if you leave Fengyuan at this time?" Shen Mingshu became nervous and immediately chased after him.

She had worked with Han Yunsheng for many years and of course knew the other's temper clearly. She also knew that he was leaving at this moment, not to escape, but to find a way to save the Shenzhou continent.

The sound of cold clouds did not stop.

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

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

Shen Mingshu did not move forward. She only said four words: "Come back alive."

Come back alive.

Whether it was Han Yunsheng who heard it, or Ye Wanlan who was watching this historical review, they all knew that these four simplest words were the most important at this moment.

Who doesn't want to come back alive?
But even King Hejia of Yan is gone!
Han Yunsheng pursed his lips, and directly used Taoist magic, traveling a thousand miles a day, heading towards the south.

Ye Wanlan discovered that her perspective on watching this historical review moved with the sound of cold clouds.

The next second, what appeared before her eyes was no longer Fengyuan City, but Penglai Mountain!
The place is filled with fairy air and the winding paths lead to secluded places.

"I was just telling Senior Sister that the Imperial Master would definitely come over after he knew about this." A gentle voice sounded, "Sure enough, the Imperial Master arrived exactly as I predicted."

"Shh!"

Two figures appeared above the clouds, like gods descending from heaven, the man was handsome and the woman was stunningly beautiful.

The Holy Maiden of Penglai, Yue Zheng!
The leader of Beiming, Xing Yun!

Good morning~~