Emperor Phoenix Policy: Feng Qingtian

Chapter 519
"This is a red-billed parrot, and it is also a spirit beast. It was brought back from the Canghai Continent this time. It is not difficult to find a spirit bird, but it is difficult to find a red-billed parrot spirit bird that is exactly the same. We have gone to the blue sky, this time, Your Majesty has spent a lot of thought in order to find a body that suits us."

Tian He said, Feng Jin didn't understand, and frowned, "I don't usually raise birds, what would I do with a spirit bird? Also, who else are you talking about us besides you?"

"Xiaohong...uh, she is the sect master."

Thinking of the parrot's name, Tianhe couldn't help laughing, but thinking of his own name, Xiaobai, he couldn't laugh anymore.

The parrot's name is tacky, and his name is not easy to hear.

Feng Jin was stunned, "Is he also a spirit beast?"

"Yes, like me, he was exiled to the Central Plains 300 years ago and was reincarnated incessantly. In this life, he probably met you before his soul recovered."

Tianhe paused, and continued, "Actually, it's not difficult for us to come back to life. What's difficult is for us to recover our previous spiritual power and be with you for a long time. Fitting physical body, don't blame His Majesty for not telling you anything, he is also afraid that you will worry, anyway, if you know it, you can't do anything to help..."

As soon as he opened his mouth, Tianhe knew he had said something wrong, so he quickly shut up.

Feng Jin stared at him intensely, and smiled coldly, "It turns out that he was afraid that I would slow me down, so he kept everything from me!"

Tianhe quickly explained, "That's not the case, it's just that it's useless for you to know, and you'll be worried instead, and His Majesty doesn't want you to worry."

"No matter what I say, I have swallowed tens of thousands of evil spirits. The spiritual power is equivalent to the eighth level of the Nine Heavens and Stars Art. In the Canghai Continent, I can also be ranked among the top twenty masters. If he has something to do, I can help him to some extent. Do your best! Why do you all look down on me and think that I can only drag him down?"

Feng Jin was very arrogant in her bones, she knew that Wuming was Jiaolong, an ancient fetish, she couldn't compare to him, that's why she cared more about these things, she wanted to stand beside him more dignifiedly, as excellent as him.

Tianhe pursed his lips, but said nothing.

Feng Jin's heart skipped a beat, "You said before that you were raised by me, then you must know me very well. I used to be... very poor?"

Just as Tianhe was about to speak, there was a soft shout from the door, "Tianhe!"

Tianhe's heart trembled, and he lay down on the ground respectfully, not daring to lift his head.

Wuming walked up to him, lowered his head and glanced at him, "Go to the ice cellar to see how the door master is doing."

Tianhe raised his head in surprise, that physical body was already useless, even if he retrieved the soul of the sect master, he would not need that body anymore, what did His Majesty tell him to see?
Two deep and slightly cold eyes swept over, and Tianhe jumped up immediately with a shock, and jumped out of the window.

"Ajin, don't listen to his nonsense, you used to be fine and have always been fine."

Wuming came over, hugged Yao'er, and said softly, looking at Feng Jin with some uneasiness.

For some reason, Feng Jin felt a little sour in her heart, she didn't say a word, she slowly lowered her eyes, picked up Tang Xu, and called the nanny to come in and carry her out to feed her.

Aunt Zhong also came in and took Yao'er away, leaving only the husband and wife in the room, relatively silent.

Wuming wanted to talk, but he was afraid that if he said something wrong, Feng Jin would be angry, so Feng Jin had nothing to say.

Such an atmosphere of silence spread from the husband and wife to the entire palace, and in the end, even the palace people deliberately stepped lightly and lowered their voices.

But this kind of silence is just quiet, not depressing, nor cold.

Feng Jin didn't have a cold war with Wuming, she just wanted to be quiet all of a sudden.

The green clothes were buried three days later, next to Tang Jun's tomb, and the couple cuddled tightly.

The sky is cloudy, like it's going to rain, but it won't rain. If it's raining, it's okay, let's vent it. It's so cloudy, but it makes people feel more depressed and sad.

Feng Jin remembered that when they were holding a wedding, a literati rewrote a poem: "Tie hair as a husband and wife, love and love will never change, live together as a pillow, and die as a long-term dependent."

Life and death are shared, never leave or give up is probably the meaning of this?

Feng Jin slowly stretched out her hand, gently stroking the green tombstone, the cold and hard tombstone felt a little warm under her fingertips.

But this little bit of warmth is not enough to dispel the sadness and pain in the hearts of the living.

Wuming took Feng Jin's shoulders. He didn't say anything like Ah Jin, don't be sad, the deceased is dead. He just gently held her shoulders, gave her a little support, and silently accompanied her like this.

From afternoon to dusk, Feng Jin stood in front of Lvyi's tomb for nearly two hours. The sky is cloudy today, and dusk comes earlier and darker.

"Ajin, go back."

Wuming spoke the first sentence in two hours, but Feng Jin didn't move or speak.

Wuming knew that she had heard it, so she didn't say anything anymore. Some words once are enough. If Ah Jin is willing, he doesn't need to say it a second time.

After an unknown amount of time, Feng Jin finally spoke, and Wuming was stunned as soon as he spoke.

"The sixth day of the seventh lunar month is a good day, suitable for marriage, nameless, let's get married."

The marriage that Feng Jin said meant holding a wedding, and the two of them were troubled. When the wedding was about to be held, King Jiangdong turned against him. After the matter of King Jiangdong was resolved, it was midsummer, and then King Jiangdong himself scared himself to death. Died in childbirth.

After returning to Jiaolong from Wuming, it seems that he forgot about the wedding and never mentioned it.

He didn't mention it, and Feng Jin never mentioned it. In the final analysis, Feng Jin felt a little inferior. The dignity and aura she had in front of Wuming in the past disappeared completely after seeing Wuming's true self.

He didn't mention it, maybe he wasn't happy about it, Feng Jin didn't want to force him, and he didn't want to rush to stick it.

Wuming was stunned, Feng Jin turned his face, looked into his eyes with burning eyes, and said again, "Wuming, let's get married."

This time, her voice was raised a little bit and trembling, as if she was afraid of Wuming's rejection.

Wuming pursed his lips and remained silent.

Feng Jin's heart sank a little bit, she thought that as long as she mentioned this matter, Wuming would definitely agree, but reality crushed her fantasy.

Wuming's attitude, on the contrary, aroused Feng Jin's arrogance and fierceness. She stared at Wuming's eyes like a torch, locking his eyes tightly, not allowing him to escape, "Wuming, let's get married!"

This time, she did not use a negotiating tone, but an affirmative tone.

Wuming remained silent, Feng Jin stared at him intently, insisting on an answer from him.

The surrounding air turned cold in an instant, even Yao'er felt it, she pursed her mouth and almost cried.

Seeing Yao'er's aggrieved expression, Feng Jin's heart suddenly softened, and the thorns all over her body disappeared in an instant. She hugged Yao'er from Aunt Zhong's arms, coaxing softly.

From the outskirts to returning to the palace, Wuming never responded to the matter of getting married, and Feng Jin didn't ask again.

She has already asked what she should ask, three times!

After this day, the husband and wife returned to a state of silence and silence again, but this silence was different from last time, this time the silence was cold and stiff.

Wuming went to the morning court every day, or went out of the palace to do errands, Feng Jin didn't know what he was doing, and never asked, he only knew to take care of Yao'er and Xu'er in the harem.

Feng Jin didn't ask Tianhe about the past, as if he had completely forgotten about it.

Of course, if she wanted to ask, she couldn't find anyone to ask, Tianhe was often away, and often followed Wuming, Feng Jin didn't know what the two of them were planning, and she didn't want to ask.

After more than ten days like this, Wuming went out early and returned late every day, and even didn't come back all night. Aunt Zhong began to persuade Feng Jin to pay attention to the vixen outside, and Shen Wenqing and Qi Che were even more exaggerated. , actually secretly followed Wuming out of the palace, wanting to see if he raised other women outside, I'm sorry Feng Jin, but how could they follow Wuming, they were thrown away by Wuming as soon as they left the palace.

Wuming never mentioned this kind of thing, Feng Jin pretended not to know, and just told Shen Wenqing and Qi Che not to do such stupid things.

Wuming will not have other women, she is convinced of this, even if he has, no one will find out.

That night, Wuming still didn't come back. When Feng Jin fell into a drowsy sleep, she felt that her surroundings had suddenly cooled down. She subconsciously hugged Yao'er and Xu'er next to her tightly, and shot her sharp eyes towards the direction where the Yin Qi was coming from. Suddenly, he saw Hades standing there with a black face and black mouth.

Feng Jin heaved a sigh of relief, let go of Yao'er and Xu'er, put on his clothes and stayed on the bed, and brought Hades to the outer room.

"What's up?"

Feng Jin asked straight-forward, Yan Wang's thick eyebrows were frowned tightly, almost water came out, "Feng Jin, can you take care of your man?"

(End of this chapter)