From now on, the Son of Heaven does not come early

Chapter 846 Picking up people and getting married

In early summer, the wisteria blooms brilliantly, a layer of purple flowers blooms on the green background, and the gentle breeze brings a burst of fragrance.

The comfortable place in the south of the Yangtze River can be described as a paradise on earth. Feng Chiyuan didn't decide to go north to Chang'an until the north was finally stabilized.

His world is finally at hand.

Although experienced years of wars, Chang'an City is still prosperous, and the palace is surrounded by depression, but under this depression, it still cannot hide its years of luxury.

Feng Chiyuan walked along the imperial road that only the emperor could walk, with the generals following him on both sides as guards, the sound of long knives rubbing against the armor resounded throughout the marble square in Nuoda, and in front of it was the Hall of Martial Arts, where the emperor specially listened to politics.

The man stood under the tall lacquered wooden gate of the Hall of Martial Arts, looking back at the splendid prosperity of the capital for thirty miles, and the roof ridges were rolling and undulating in his eyes, and he couldn't see the end no matter how he looked.

Feng Chiyuan couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth and stretching his arms, feeling the satisfaction that this luxurious capital brought him.

"Master, please!" The deputy general made a flattering gesture. Behind him is the huge and luxurious main hall of the Wuying Hall. Kowloon couch.

Even under the dark eaves, the nine-dragon couch made of pure gold is still shining brightly. In the whole Hall of Martial Heroes, only this nine-dragon couch is the most dazzling. This Kowloon couch is radiant!
Feng Chiyuan looked deeply at the Nine Dragons couch, feeling extremely happy in his heart, and even felt that the sun, moon, mountains and rivers were already in his hands.

While enjoying it quietly, hurried footsteps came from behind, and two other pairs of people hurried in. One team was led by Ye Yuanshan, followed by Ye Xiyou and Fang Ziyou, and the other team was led by Feng Junran. , with the soldiers and horses of the Feng family behind them, and with a dignified and murderous air, they came stepping forward.

"Uncle Ye!" Feng Chiyuan cupped his hands and smiled, then looked at his nephew with admiration.

"Chiyuan, you're finally here, the old man has been waiting so hard!" Ye Yuanshan walked out slowly, the two families looked at each other with murderous intent in their eyes.

Feng Chiyuan smiled calmly, as if he didn't feel the imminent killing intent here.

"Uncle laughed, although I didn't go to the battlefield, but I did make a small effort, and the world is at peace, there are some things you and I should sit down and discuss."

As he said that, he took the lead in dismissing his own troops, leaving only himself and Feng Junran standing in the hall, and Ye Yuanshan also dismissing his own people, leaving only his son and daughter-in-law standing in the hall.

It was only then that Feng Chiyuan noticed the little general standing beside Ye Xiyou, at first he thought it was just a handsome man, but now that there were no other people around, upon closer inspection, it turned out to be Fang Ziyou!

The girl was wearing a suit of armor, but she still couldn't hide her indifferent aura, her brows and eyes were less feminine and more heroic, giving her the illusion of seeing Mulan join the army.

Even Feng Chiyuan couldn't help but feel amazed, it turns out that a woman wearing women's clothing has a different charm.

So he smiled slightly and said, "Zi Wei, long time no see."

Fang Ziyi didn't even look at him, but lowered his eyelids, revealing a face of indifference and rejection.

Feng Chiyuan didn't mind either, he just invited people to sit down and began to discuss future matters.

"One mountain can't accommodate two tigers, and the country can't accommodate two monarchs. Uncle, why don't we have a good discussion today. Who is the master of this great river and mountain?"

Ye Yuanshan smiled: "When the old man's son was born, some Taoist priests said that my son has the fate of an emperor. Since it is a destiny, why not let my son do it well."

Feng Chiyuan glanced at Ye Xiyou, and seeing the man sitting opposite him indifferently, without saying a word, he smiled and said, "How can such a big event be a joke? I have the order of the previous emperor to appoint me as the new God, I don't know what the meaning of Uncle is?"

"Hmph, Chi Yuan, you want to use imperial power to suppress this old man? But did you ever know that this country is dead, so where did you come from?"

The conversation fell into a stalemate for a while, and Feng Chiyuan's face became a little ugly. He looked back and saw Feng Junran sitting beside him indifferently, without saying a word.

"Don't you want Xiaoxiao anymore?" He couldn't help but narrow his eyes, revealing a little anger.

Feng Junran glanced at him indifferently: "Uncle is willing to give it?"

Although his face was expressionless, there was a bit of sarcasm in his tone, which made Feng Chiyuan a little annoyed. It was obviously done in secret, so could it be known by others?
Woman, woman, when a country is in hand, what kind of woman can't he get from Feng Chiyuan?

So he said indifferently: "If I were the king, I would give you whatever uncle you want!"

"Ye Xiaoxiao, I only want her!"

Feng Chiyuan was silent for a while, gritted his teeth and nodded: "Okay, then I'll give it to you!"

The man got affirmed, then got up, and went straight out.

"Where are you going!" Feng Chiyuan couldn't help but asked anxiously.

"Pick up, get married!"

After finishing speaking, the man opened the door and left without hesitation, leaving only Feng Chiyuan roaring in the Hall of Martial Heroes.

Even Ye Xiyou, who was always indifferent, couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth at this moment, and there was a bit of teasing in his eyes.

Feng Junran is really extraordinary, he can become a general at the age of 16, his mind is really incomparable to others.

Ye Yuanshan looked at the furious Feng Chiyuan, stroked his beard and said, "Since Chiyuan is not in the mood, let's talk tomorrow!"

After finishing speaking, he got up and left without hesitation, Ye Xiyou and Fang Ziyi followed, and soon Feng Chiyuan was the only one left in the Hall of Martial Heroes.

hateful!What do these people think of themselves!
Feng Chiyuan couldn't help frowning, and walked out of the Hall of Martial Arts angrily.

On the way back, Ye Yuanshan glanced at his son, and said calmly: "If the Ye family gets this country, Xiyou, this world will be yours, and daddy will help you prune the branches at most when he gets old."

Ye Xiyou glanced at his elderly father, and said calmly: "I will not be the emperor."

Now even Ye Yuanshan was a little confused, why?Why not do the country that has been worked so hard?

"My mind is only on one person, and I can't be distracted anymore."

Ye Yuanshan frowned, looked into the distance, Fang Ziyi, who had changed his clothes, walked over slowly, with a sura skirt, embroidered shoes, and long black hair loosely tied up, revealing another kind of lazy beauty.

The Taoist said that Xiyou's life was too cold, and he had to take a destined man as his wife to continue his life...

The old man with his beard wavy was thinking word by word. He only said that he could survive, but he didn't say that he would definitely be emperor. People said that the worst would be a prince and general, but this was also on the premise of saving his life.

Could it be that the Taoist priest drew a big cake for him at the beginning?
Ye Yuanshan suddenly moaned and lamented, sighing that the half-immortal did a lot of harm to people.

(End of this chapter)