daughter in power

Chapter 25
Feng Qiqi didn't stay at the border checkpoint, although King Xiaoyang's words were full of sarcasm, she felt very credible.She didn't know why she believed the villain King Xiaoyang, but she just thought he wouldn't lie to her.

Are you kidding me, a man who kills his father and enemy has trust at all?

Feng Qiqi felt a little stupid, but intuition was the life-saving weapon of her 15-year killer career, sometimes it was more reliable than seeing and hearing with her own eyes.

Feng Qiqi made up her mind and went all the way to Liuhuo City.She wanted to get back the Qixi Guqin before King Xiaoyang returned to the mansion.If King Xiaoyang was faster than her, she thought it would not be so easy to get back the guqin.

Going all the way, doubts abound all the way.

Every city gate was full of Daxia guards, but no one questioned her.Not to mention her, even an 80-year-old old woman, or a three-year-old girl, as long as she is a mother, there will be no guards to check.

Her household registration paperwork has become a decoration, and she can't use it when going to and from the city.

Feng Qiqi didn't remember Chun Shui's words until now.King Xiaoyang has removed the arrest warrant for her, so she no longer has to pretend to be an ugly woman.

Feng Qiqi was surprised, one day she never put on a disguise, just showed her fair face like that, and she was never made things difficult by anyone.

Feng Qiqi was stunned, could Fengyue watch her dangling under her nose?
However, after a few days, Feng Qiqi entered Liuhuo City, and heard that another strange ban was being enforced in the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom.Hearing the news suddenly, she was really speechless.

The entire city of the imperial capital was under martial law, and the King of Xiaoyang ordered that no man or woman in Liuhuo City should be allowed to wear bells.

Now one person, beheaded.

The glaring inscription was clearly written, and the word "bell" was specially emphasized with pen and ink, and fine images were even drawn.

As soon as the decree came out, no one in the world would dare to adorn bells.

Feng Qiqi was surprised that the little bell had risen to the height of beheading and fleeing.

To be honest, before the ban was issued, Feng Qiqi had noticed that throughout the summer, no matter where he went, he could see one or two women wearing bells.There are various bells and different values, but they are all crisp and melodious, jumping and lively.

Perhaps, what the little boy said in the snowstorm that night was right.All beauties should use bells, even if they are not beauties, as long as you want to be beautiful, you can also decorate yourself with bells.

This is a good time, Feng Qiqi's prevarication of King Xiaoyang's words actually attracted this guy to avenge his personal revenge, and the whole city is strictly forbidden to wear bells.It's just a little bell, how could she be punished for every vengeance, and let the people of Liuhuo City suffer together with her.

Feng Qiqi stared at the bright yellow notice with cold eyes, snorted a bit of disdain, reached out and took the bell on the belt into his hand.

Bell is cute and playful, very suitable for her age.Feng Qiqi pursed her lips into a smile, put down the bell carefully, stretched out her hands to smooth the wrinkles on the skirt, then raised her eyes and walked forward.

Didn't they say that people in the world are not allowed to wear bells?She wanted to wear it on her body to see what he could do to her.

Along the way, Feng Qiqi chose places with few people, and the bells "ding ding dong dong" were melodious, showing a unique charm.Previously, women on the street also wore bells, and Feng Qiqi wearing one was nothing.

Now, she is the only one wearing the bell in the whole world, so this feeling is a bit strange.

She turned her head to look at the withered willow branches by the river, showing a rare sly smile.

The days of not being a killer are really good, especially when she hears that Feng Liulang is probably not dead, she is happy in her heart.Now, wearing a bell that no one in the city dared to wear made her feel even better.

In the bustling and bustling Liuhuo City, the streets are full of announcements that it is strictly forbidden to wear bells.All the people in the city, not to mention women, no one played with bells even if they were small children.

The guards of Bingmasi no longer ran around chasing Feng Qiqi, but started to check men and women with a whip.Those who wear bells, no matter whether you are an [-]-year-old man or a three-year-old child, will all be dragged into prison, signed and drawn, and sent to the vegetable market to be beheaded for public display.

Feng Qiqi felt that this decree was bloody and unreasonable.How can a mere bell kill someone?

There are too many guards on duty during the day, wearing bells and ostentatiously, Feng Qiqi is replaced by walking at night.In the middle of the night, the guards were on the night shift and were unwilling to make any disputes.Surely no one would notice the bell on her belt and make trouble for her, right?
Probably because of the killer's nature, the more King Xiaoyang forbids something, but she insists on doing something.Walking on landmines, enjoy the freedom and joy of this moment.

The cold night was cold, the sound of the bells could be heard, Feng Qiqi walked through the noisy streets, through the central street paved with golden bricks, and quietly rushed to the palace.King Xiaoyang lived in the palace, which she had inquired about a long time ago.

However, before reaching the edge of the palace, she suddenly remembered something.

In the border restaurant, King Xiaoyang once said that the Guqin on Qixi Festival is in his mansion, and as long as there is a kind of Feng Qiqi, he will go to his mansion to find it.Feng Qiqi felt that a prince would normally not call his bedroom in the palace a mansion.

A place that can be called a mansion must be a mansion.

Everyone said that King Xiaoyang didn't have a palace at all in Liuhuo City, only a bedroom.But Feng Qiqi thought that the residence he was talking about should be the secret residence that day.

Don't ask her why she knows, it's just her intuition.

Feng Qiqi tried her best to recall the scene of going to the palace in full dress that day, the route the carriage took when it drove out of the Qingwa small courtyard, and the tall city wall it passed when entering Liuhuo City.

Thinking about it this way, the only place that meets the standard is Bei'an Square, which is ten kilometers away from Flowing Fire City.

Bei'an Fang is not a rich and powerful place in Liuhuo City, but it is definitely not a slum in Liuhuo City.

Bei'an Square is the street where Princess Luoyou's mansion was located in the former dynasty.At that time, because the most noble and beautiful princess in the world lived, the gate was clean, the people were few, and no one disturbed her.

Later, when the former dynasty perished, many high-ranking officials in this dynasty bought properties here one after another because they saw that this opportunity could allow them to enjoy the prosperity and retreat to enjoy the quiet and comfortable environment.

King Xiaoyang bought a house in Bei'anfang, which fits his status and taste very well.

The Seventh Prince, who was doted on in every possible way, was indifferent and indifferent, which was just suitable for the atmosphere of Bei'anfang.

Feng Qiqi's eyes flickered, looking at the quiet streets and alleys of Bei'anfang, she hummed disdainfully.After humming, she mobilized the image in her memory and started running along the vermilion wall.

Running all the way, it was all that pale vermilion, as if there was no end in sight.However, Feng Qiqi knew that there was a recessed section of wall not far ahead, which was the gate of the secret house.

Sure enough, after turning a corner, the wall retreated abruptly, and she stopped in front of a small house.The gates and walls of the house are all vermilion, so you can't tell the difference unless you look carefully.

Two light-colored yellow lanterns hung on the door, as if they were not for lighting, but just for guiding the way.Feng Qiqi's eyes flickered, and with a single step, he leaped into the gate of the vermilion house.

Entering the gate, you will be surrounded by flowing water, pavilions, terraces and gardens, and rockery gardens.To be honest, the scenery is not bad.

The weather in the twelfth lunar month, the north wind is howling, the most commendable thing is that the garden is full of fire, and the tea leaves are in full bloom, brilliant and fragrant.

Plum Garden, another beautiful and pleasant plum garden.

Feng Qiqi was taken aback, and the sense of familiarity from that day was instantly overwhelmed, and she finally understood why she was familiar with this place.

This garden is full of red plums and pavilions, very similar to the plum garden at Xin Jiuniang's tomb.No, it's not similar, it should be said to be very consistent.

This is almost an identical replica of Meiyuan.

In winter in the northern country, it is very rare for red plums to bloom in the twelfth lunar month.Xin Jiuniang's plum garden opened because the plum garden happened to be in a mountain depression, leeward on all sides, and had a hot spring pool.But the plum garden here in King Xiaoyang imitated the flowering period of the plum garden in Yuguo, and it was in full bloom.

The night wind blows, and the fragrance of flowers is refreshing.Feng Qiqi sniffed lightly, and felt that the red plums here had the same fragrance as the red plums in the restaurants at the border checkpoints.

She shook her head, thinking to herself that she was thinking too much, and climbed up to an old red plum tree nearby in two or three steps, looking at the scene of the secret house from a distance.

At a glance, the garden is bright red and the fragrance is faint.That day, the courtyard where Feng Qiqi stayed was brightly lit.The night is so dark, the plum blossoms are so gorgeous, and the lights are so dimmed, making this gloomy and cold winter night suddenly gentle.

Feng Qiqi frowned her beautiful eyebrows, jumped down from the plum tree, and went to the courtyard.

When we reached the gate of the small courtyard, we could vaguely hear the sound of simple and simple piano coming from the courtyard.The sound of the piano is melodious, like a gorgeous background in this magnificent night.Feng Qiqi was taken aback for a moment, and he could already hear the sound of the Qixi Guqin.

This voice used to be something in her dreams, so she couldn't mistake it when she heard it at first.

Feng Qiqi held her hands tightly, staring quietly at the gate of the small courtyard, with deep sadness in her eyes.

The piece played on the guqin was Xin Jiuniang's favorite in the past.

"Wind into the Pine".

At that time Feng Qiqi was young, Xin Jiuniang doted on Jiaoer and taught her this piece of music with her own hands.

In the first years of Xin Jiuniang's death, Feng Qiqi relied on this song to comfort her miserable soul.Even though Cui Lingqiao and Fengyue were force-fed dumb drugs, she still survived firmly.

At this moment, someone is playing the guqin in the small courtyard.Every sentence is "The Wind Enters the Pine", Xin Jiuniang's feelings, and Feng Qiqi's mourning for the dead souls.

These condolences and blood and tears are a memory of the entire 13 years.

The sound of the piano is faint, as if the person who played the piano had carefully played it countless times many years ago.Over and over again, proficient and smooth, the artistic conception is tactful.

Feng Qiqi's eyes flickered, and when he heard the Qixi Guqin playing "The Wind Enters the Pine" for the third time, he finally jumped up the small courtyard wall in one step.

In the small courtyard full of red plum blossoms, there are jade-white marble steps outside the door of the flower hall. The steps are smooth and clean, just like when she left that day.In front of the open Xiaoxuan window, there are three red plums in the jade vase, still in full bloom.

Three, Feng Qiqi was doing her makeup in the mirror that day, and happened to count them.

The melodious sound of the piano is slowly flowing out of the small window.

The night is young, the song is so long, and the golden emblem is even louder.

Who is not happy at this time, and it is bitter to hear about the living room.

The north wind howled, and the sound of the zither stopped abruptly.With a flash of Feng Qiqi's eyes, she shot into the window like a whirlwind, and her sharp dagger pressed against the shoulder of the piano player.

The man slowly raised his head and looked at Feng Qiqi expressionlessly.

Feng Qiqi raised her eyebrows coldly: "It's you?"

(End of this chapter)