Night Emperor Crazy Concubine

Chapter 742
It took four days to reach Xifeng, Yunfei and Zhan Xiaoyao wandered around in Xifeng for seven days, entered from the border, and walked a few surrounding cities at a leisurely pace.

Because it is close to the border, the cities they pass are not very prosperous, but even in the place where Dazhou and Xifeng meet, ordinary people live a peaceful and stable life, whether it is the noisy Zhoucheng Avenue or remote mountain roads, along the Not a single bandit in sight.

It was only a short time before the flag of the Great Zhou was planted on the territory of West Wind, and there should have been a bit of chaos brought about by the flames of war and the uneasiness of the rest of the life after the catastrophe. No matter how it is repaired, this atmosphere cannot be completely erased in a short period of time.

However, where Zhan Xiaoyao and Yun Fei passed by, they did not feel the slightest trace of the flames of war.

Live and work in peace and contentment.

Although the people in the cities near the border are not very rich, they are better than being stable. From their eyebrows and eyes, one can really feel a peaceful and contented state of mind.

For the king, this is undoubtedly a merit.

Regardless of the achievements of the previous Emperor Xifeng, after the war between Xifeng and the Great Zhou, the common people can have such a living condition. It has to be said that it is due to Ji Moxiu.

The game between kings and kings can be done so as not to involve the people - in today's world, apart from Feng Qi, the wise and unparalleled emperor, Ji Moxiu, the uncle of the Great Zhou emperor, is also qualified to be admired in this regard.

After walking a few cities and seeing some scenery, half a month later, Zhan Xiaoyao took Yunfei back to Xuancheng, where the power of the Zhan family is located.

"Are you asking me to take me to see my in-laws?" Yun Fei teased with a light smile, and before Zhan Xiaoyao answered, her brows and eyes were quiet, and she sighed melancholy, "If Aunt Nangong is still here, we must will get along well."

Hearing the words, Zhan Xiaoyao naturally had various feelings in his heart.

Although ten years had passed, he was already a 16-year-old boy at that time, not an ignorant child. The beauty and warmth in his memory were never forgotten for a moment.

His father was gentle and tolerant, but he never condoned his teachings. His father once told him, "A man stands up to the sky, he does not seek fame and wealth in his life, but he must be worthy of the world."

He always remembers his father's words, and wants to be like his father, but his wish has not yet been fulfilled, but his father has already been sent to prison, and he never came out again.

The mother is a beautiful and strong woman, loving and kind, and gave all her love to her father and their brothers.In his heart, his mother is the cleanest and most selfless mother in the world.

However, there was that dark, dirty, selfish and greedy person who disregarded common ethics and allowed his morality and conscience to be degenerated. He abruptly ruined his mother, his humanity, and since then he has ruined the loyal servants that have been instilled in him since he was a child. Your belief.

Such a king is not worthy of being a king.

Although his elder brother was only two years older than him, in his heart at that time, his elder brother was an omnipotent man.

Such dazzling and unparalleled grace, with a broad mind like the vast ocean, and the dark eyes are always gentle and tolerant, people are always irresistible to sink in those eyes, willing to be pampered like a child Painful, and at the same time looking up at his stunning talent and beauty with admiration.

Such an elder brother should have vigorously written the amazing legend of his life, but his most glorious and beautiful life has just begun, and disappeared in an ugly and dark calculation...

Even thinking back at this time, Zhan Xiaoyao still clearly felt a heart-wrenching feeling like suffocation.

A pair of soft arms wrapped around his waist, and the light breath penetrated into the wings of his nostrils. With the familiar fragrance, Zhan Xiaoyao's thoughts came back, and as soon as he lowered his head, his soft lips covered him.

Dazed in his mind, he quickly came to his senses, responded with such a posture, and deeply kissed the tender red lips of the woman he loved.

This kiss is tenderness and heartache, and it is also a memory and farewell for their ten-year suffering and longing, as well as the memory and farewell of their lost family.

(End of this chapter)