Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

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This night was the most peaceful night for Feng Jin to sleep since the nameless expedition, and it was also the most peaceful night for Yao'er.

But Feng Jin didn't sleep for long, she only lay down for less than two hours, got up after a short rest, put on her night clothes, hugged Yao'er in her sleep, and put her in the back that Aunt Zhong specially sewed. She hugged her chest, and wore a coir raincoat to keep out the rain.

Qi Che had been guarding outside. Seeing Feng Jin coming out, he was taken aback. He raised his head to look at the sky, "Your Majesty, when you are a scholar, did you wake up?"

Feng Jin didn't explain to him that Zishi is the time when ghosts are most powerful, and it is also the time when ghosts are easiest to see. If Wuming died, this time is the best time to find him.

She hugged Yao'er and flew towards the Dongjiang River, Qi Che only had time to see an afterimage, but Feng Jin's figure disappeared, Qi Che quickly pulled a horse, and quickly chased after it.

When she arrived at the place where Wuming had an accident, Feng Jin checked carefully, and she saw countless ghosts, but there was no Wuming.

"No name! I'm Ajin, come out quickly..."

Feng Jin used his spiritual power to cross the river, and spread it all the way downstream along the Dongjiang River.

The ghosts floated on the Dongjiang River, swaying slightly, but no ghosts floated towards Feng Jin.

There was no response to Feng Jin's call.

The night wind was very cold, the sky was raining, and Feng Jin's heart was even colder. Yao'er heard her mother's voice and was woken up. She opened her eyes and stared at her mother in bewilderment. Kissed him on the cheek, but today, Feng Jin just stared at the river in a daze, as if he had lost his soul.

Yao'er pursed her mouth and wanted to cry, but for some reason she endured it, probably because she didn't want her mother to be more sad.

Yao'er stretched out her chubby hand and touched Feng Jin's face, just like her mother used to touch him, Yao'er's comfort lifted Feng Jin's spirits, lowered her head and rubbed Yao'er's cheek, Yao'er was relieved to sleep again.

"Have you found it in the river?"

Qi Che showed shame, and replied in a low voice, "I searched in the first few days, and sent many soldiers with water skills to dive into the river to search, but they couldn't find Dijun's body. It has been raining for the past few days. I can't find it."

"How far did you find it?"

"From here to downstream, I found about a hundred miles of water."

The emperor's body could not be found for a whole hundred miles in the east river and lake. Qi Che already felt that the ominous situation was at stake. He thought about it, and said cautiously, "Your Majesty, there are big fish in this water, I'm afraid..."

I'm afraid Dijun's body was eaten clean.

Qi Che didn't dare to say such words.

Feng Jin stared intently at the river, remained silent, as if she didn't hear Qi Che's words, Qi Che sighed, and was about to say some words of comfort, but saw Feng Jin walking into the river suddenly, Qi Che was startled, and hurriedly Grabbing her arm, "Your Majesty, the current is fast, please be careful, don't be swept away by the river!"

Feng Jin stopped, looked down at the river flowing from her ankles, slowly untied Yao'er's back strap, and handed Yao'er into Qi Che's hands.

"Your Majesty, you are—"

Before Qi Che could speak, Feng Jin jumped into the river like a dexterous fish.

Qi Che was startled, and wanted to chase after him. Seeing Yao'er in his arms, he had no choice but to resist the urge to jump into the river, hugged Yao'er and waited for Feng Jin to come back.

It wasn't until dawn that Feng Jin came back splashed all over. After soaking in the river water in the middle of the night, Feng Jin's face was blue and white, and his skin was also white.

"Your Majesty, how is it?"

Feng Jin showed Qi Che a rag in her hand, it was the clothes on Wuming's body.

"Where did you find it?"

"Twenty miles downstream from here, hooked on a reef at the bottom of a river."

After searching for twenty miles, neither Wuming's soul nor his body was found, only such quick rags were found, Feng Jin felt both disappointed and sad.

In the following days, Feng Jin searched all the way down the Dongjiang River regardless of day or night.

After five days and nights of soaking in the turbid river, Feng Jin's eyes turned red, and the skin on her body turned white and wrinkled. Fortunately, Yao'er was already half a year old, and she was already willing to drink cow's milk and goat's milk, as well as rice porridge. Eat some custard and minced meat, and no longer rely on Feng Jin to breastfeed, otherwise the cold air in Feng Jin's body may pass to him through milk.

Even though Qi Che took a lot of people to search together, until he found a place three hundred miles away from the place where Wuming had an accident, and even searched the nearby towns, he still couldn't find Wuming, and there was no news at all.

Feng Jin sat slumped on the shore, his face was ashen, his whole body seemed to be sucked clean, even if Wuming died, even if his soul was taken away by Bai Zhong, what about his body?

Is it true that as Qi Che said, he was eaten by the big fish in the river until there was no bones left?
Feng Jin looked at the undulating and fast-flowing Dongjiang River, and asked silently, "Wu Ming, where are you?"Is it life or death?

Feeling her mother's depression and sadness, Yao'er was in Qi Che's arms, and stretched out her chubby arms towards Feng Jin, wanting to be hugged by her mother, Feng Jin wrapped a blanket around her body to prevent the cold from passing to Yao'er, I just hugged Yao'er.

Yao'er opened her mouth, babbling and talking, as if she was calling mother, and stretched out her white, tender and chubby fingers, trying to touch Feng Jin's face to comfort her, Feng Jin reluctantly smiled at Yao'er, The corners of the mouth were raised, but the tears flowed down.

Tears flowed, Feng Jin's grievances, sadness, uneasiness, worry, and fear all flowed out with the tears, and she couldn't hold back anymore. She hugged Yao'er, from the silent tears at the beginning, to soft sobbing, and then to howling cry.

A person who has been strong for so long and endured for so long, she kept telling herself that Wuming would not die, and even if Wuming died, she could help him to be reborn. She has been relying on this belief to support her to this day, deliberately ignoring many things. Difficult and impossible.

For her, life and death have never been the most frightening thing, what is frightening is disappearance, just like disappearing from the world.

Not knowing that he is dead, not knowing that he is dead, nowhere to look for, not even being able to save, this is what makes people despair.

Feng Jin finally couldn't hold on any longer, and reached the brink of collapse.

Yao'er didn't understand why his mother was so sad, he looked at his mother with round eyes, and kept reaching out his little hands to touch her face, as if he wanted to comfort her.

Feng Jin hugged Yao'er tightly. The soft and small person made her hopeless heart kindle with hope, and gradually stopped her tears.

She will not lose her husband, and Yao'er will not lose her father. Since she can't find his body, she will go to the Canghai Continent, and maybe she can find something from Bai Chong.

Feng Jin's slightly slumped shoulders straightened up again, and his eyes became determined, "Qi Che, go back and get ready for the battle tomorrow."

"Go to war? Who will you fight?"

Qi Che asked puzzledly, Feng Jin looked at Dong Jianghe, "Hit Jiangdong King."

"What? Isn't King Jiangdong hiding on the other side of the Dongjiang River? How can the army get there without a bridge..."

"You don't have to worry about that!"

Feng Jin calmly considered Qi Che's words, held Yao'er in his arms and stood up. She gave an order, and Qi Che had to obey. This place is three hundred miles away from the army's garrison. If you hurry up, you can arrive tonight, and it's not impossible to go to battle tomorrow. .

Qi Che was counting the time, when suddenly he felt his body fly into the air, and the wind whistled in his ears, he looked to the side in astonishment, and saw the empress' silent profile.

The empress held Yao'er in one hand, grabbed his shoulder with the other, and led him to fly between the mountains and forests. The speed was several times faster than that of Qianliju, which could be described as lightning fast.

The empress is so powerful, while Qi Che was shocked, those old feelings surged into his heart again.

What Feng Jin didn't know was that Wuming was only less than two hundred miles away from her at this time. She exhausted her mind and energy to find him, but turned back in despair, but she didn't know that she was getting farther and farther away from him.

The Dongjiang River rushed all the way into the East China Sea, and the seaport where it enters the sea is more than 400 miles away from the unnamed accident site.

At this time, Wuming is at the bottom of the East China Sea.

He is not alive, he is not dead, he is just sleeping.

Wuming is lying on the sandy bottom of the sea with his eyes closed. He has been lying here for half a month. Sea fish swim around beside him, and crabs and lobsters crawl over him, but he is completely unconscious. With magnificent corals, seaweed swaying gently on the bottom of the water.

The chest wound that was injured by Zhong Kui before had healed, and the other wounds on his body had also healed. It was time for him to wake up, but he just didn't.

The sand and rocks on the bottom of the sea suddenly vibrated violently, and suddenly a huge pitch-black vortex appeared on the bottom of the sea, sucking everything into it, and then decomposing and tearing it apart, whether it was fish or coral, all that remained was residue.

Wuming didn't escape either, and was sucked into the center of the vortex, and the suction force of the vortex pulled Wuming, splitting him bit by bit.

(End of this chapter)