daughter in power

Chapter 80 Never Going Far
The trail in Mizhou is hidden among the mountains and lush forests.

When Feng Qiqi arrived, the heavy snow had already sealed off the entire mountain.

The sky is covered with white snow, which is so beautiful that it is covered with silver and glittering and translucent.

The moonlight was just right, casting her figure on the white snow, reflecting a beautiful side face.

It's like a banished fairy who doesn't know the world.

Neither Feng Qiqi nor Xin Jiuniang changed their appearance today.

Xin Jiuniang turned her head to look at her profile, and said with a smile, "Qi'er, you are as beautiful as... your mother was back then!"

Feng Qiqi pursed her lips: "In my heart, Mother is the most beautiful woman in the world."

Probably, every child will think that mother is the best and most beautiful person in the world.

Feng Qiqi is of course no exception.

Xin Jiuniang laughed: "Qi'er is right."

As the words fell, the galloping horses neighed on the mountain road in the distance, and a group of dark carriages came galloping, each of them was speeding like a hot wheel.

Feng Qiqi's eyes flashed, and beside the road, people from Yueming Lake quickly set up the tripping rope.

But in the blink of an eye, the convoy approached, and the leading horse jumped forward and fell to the ground, unable to get up again.

Its neck was deeply wounded by the tripping rope, and the blood spurted continuously, soaking the white snow in the middle of the road.

The rest of the carriages were forced to a halt, and each of them was rear-ended by the vehicle in front, and the carriages collided with each other, falling to pieces in pieces.

The man in black on the carriage was also thrown off and fell on the ground.

When the work was done, the people in Yueming Lake immediately greeted him with swords and swords.

The two parties immediately scuffled into a ball, refusing to give in to each other.

In the carriage, someone lifted the curtain, as if he had just woken up, and said in horror, "Where is this?"

His voice is not majestic, but it is not shrill either, very familiar.

Feng Qiqi was taken aback, turned her head to stare at the man's face, and said in surprise, "Feng..."

She dashed forward, avoiding the incomplete carriage, and said in shock and excitement, "Father...you...you're not dead?"

Overjoyed, her face flushed.

Feng Liulang, who was wrapped like a rice dumpling, was startled when he heard the words, then raised his head, and when he saw Feng Qiqi's gentle face, he first frowned and dodged, "Qi'er..."

The father and daughter were relatively speechless and didn't know what to say for a while.

On the other hand, Xin Jiuniang, who was standing on the sidelines watching the show, jumped up to Feng Liulang and said in horror, "You...you...you...Liulang, I've had a hard time looking for you."

Xin Jiuniang burst into tears, as if she was extremely sad, and her crying was shocking and weeping ghosts and gods.

Feng Qiqi hurriedly turned her head to comfort.

"Mother, dad is not dead now, you should be happy, why are you crying like this instead?"

Feng Liulang's eyes flickered, and he stared at Xin Jiuniang and Feng Qiqi in a daze. It took about ten seconds before he suddenly realized with a bitter face, and said in a low voice, "Jiuniang, I'm sorry for my husband..."

Husband and wife hugged each other and cried, ignoring Feng Qiqi who was standing beside him.

Feng Qiqi didn't feel any sense of loss from being ignored, her eyes were moist, she looked at her parents and smiled knowingly.

The big rock like Mount Tai in her heart was settled, and after decades of life, she could finally live with peace of mind.

After all, Feng Liulang is not dead, Xin Jiuniang is not dead, and although Yu Country is broken, the three of them are reunited in a foreign country.

Feng Qiqi wiped away her tears, smiled and said, "Father, it's great that you're not dead. Mother, this time, you won't be clamoring for revenge and murder."

To be honest, she was already tired of killing people, tired of tricks, and a life of constant fighting.

A family of three, safe and happy, is her greatest wish at the moment.

What does it matter if there is no Yu Kingdom?
The royal family of the Yu Kingdom should have been overthrown, such a decadent and cruel rule was not suitable for this era.

Not to mention that King Xiaoyang took over Yuyin City, how happy and satisfied the people are?
Just a tea seller at the gate of the city can also make the good news of King Xiaoyang's new policy like a treasure.

Xin Jiuniang hurriedly said: "Exactly. Now that Liulang is not dead, our family is finally reunited."

She laughed happily, and after she finished laughing, she suddenly stared at Feng Liulang and said, "Liulang, tell me quickly, why did you disappear when we arrived at Zhuhai Xiaozhu that day?"

She was full of doubts: "Qi'er and I only saw the blood in the room, the mess in the room, and your corpse was found in the pond. The corpse was wearing your clothes, your official hat, and your jade pendant... ..."

It is difficult to teach people not to believe.

Up to now, the body of "Feng Liulang" is still buried by the Luosu River, and Xin Jiuniang has always believed in it.

Why, how long has he appeared in Floating Fire City?
Everything is really weird.

Feng Liulang's old face was stunned. Looking at the curious faces of Xin Jiuniang and Feng Qiqi, he froze for a moment, and said in a dazed way: "I... I was knocked out with a stick, so I didn't know anything. When I woke up, I..."

As soon as he woke up, he ran on the Mizhou trail.If it weren't for the people from Yuemingtan to stop his carriage with a tripping rope, he doesn't know how long he would have to run forward.

Feng Qiqi was stunned, unable to figure out his joints, couldn't help turning his head and said: "Then, what about the eldest grandson Huo who was exiled from the border?"

She will never forget that they attacked and killed King Xiaoyang tonight.

Tonight, it turned out that King Xiaoyang secretly sent his grandson Huo out of the city to serve the crime of exile for plotting to usurp the throne.

If it weren't for the eldest grandson Huo being a relative of the emperor, I'm afraid he wouldn't be exiled at all, and he would have been beheaded a long time ago.

However, the sky and the earth are silver and white, the moonlight is like water, and the surrounding fields are silent, as if everything in front of us has been asleep for thousands of years.

The holly trees on the Mizhou trail are lush, and the snow is rustling, showing a desolate attitude.

The crowd who were still fighting fiercely just now disappeared at some point.Even all the subordinates of Yuemingtan disappeared.

Between the sky and the earth, there is a piece of snow, and there are several smashed carriages left in the middle of the road.

Feng Qiqi recognized this carriage, it was necessary equipment for King Xiaoyang to travel in disguise.

After seeing so many at once, she was still not used to it.

However, without the entanglement of killing the father, looking at these carriages now, I immediately feel pleasing to the eye.

After all, he really never lied to her.

He didn't kill Feng Liulang or Xin Jiuniang, and even treated the arrogant and domineering Fengyue kindly because of her relationship.

That Fengyue who has no blood relationship with her should have died [-] times long ago, but Feng Qiqi was always concerned about her late father and refused to do anything.

She refused to do it, so he still gave Fengyue enough freedom.

Freedom from captivity.

Feng Qiqi was stunned, and hurried over.

All the carriages were smashed to pieces, but there was no sign of Changsun Huo at all.

Not to mention the eldest grandson Huo, these carriages are all empty, and it doesn't look like they have ever been ridden by people.

In such a snowy night of the twelfth lunar month, if there are people in the car, it is always necessary to light a lantern, make a pot of strong tea, or prepare a blanket.

It's a pity that all the carriages are clean, spotless and brand new.

Only in the leading carriage, the decoration is warm and luxurious, the lanterns are brightly lit, the fragrance of tea is elegant, the blanket is warm, and there is a residual popularity.

In that carriage sat Feng Liulang.

If Feng Qiqi doesn't understand anymore, then he really doesn't deserve to be called a killer.

Someone, or King Xiaoyang, resorted to tricks and sent her the intact Feng Liulang.

The Furokuro that everyone thought was dead.

Including herself once believed in it.

Feng Qiqi's eyes flashed.

Tonight, he didn't intend to transport Changsun Huo away, let alone leave the city, he originally came here to send Feng Liulang.

He had even calculated that Feng Qiqi and Xin Jiuniang would intercept and kill him somewhere along Mizhou Trail.

Therefore, there is this carefully planned gift.

What a man without a plan.

Feng Qiqi's heart skipped a beat, and she was stunned on the spot.

Sweet and sour, the taste of hard work comes up.

Let her not know how to deal with it.

That person has never gone far, and has been looking at her quietly from a certain place.

Just like when we first met.

"My lord, all the concubines and concubines above the fifth rank are in the palace, but the fourth-rank beauty Feng Qiqi who entered the palace at Haishi last night was nowhere to be seen."

The guard's voice was not loud, but very clear, word by word, hitting people's ears.

Standing in the corridor, he suddenly froze.

He didn't open his mouth to speak, the air in the palace suddenly condensed.

The wolf soldier was anxious, the concubine was trembling, but her eyes flickered, she didn't know why he was in such a posture.

It's just that a little beauty has disappeared, and it has actually caught his heart.

Feng Qiqi smiled, now, she probably understands.

The next second, the names of "Lan Murong" and "Lin Weixin" suddenly flashed in her mind.

Feng Qiqi was taken aback.

His concubines.

That enchanting and gorgeous Lan Murong, that steady and dignified Lin Weixin.

They have different styles and charms, and they complement each other, blooming in his palace in a variety of colorful and fragrant appearances.

Feng Qiqi turned her head, looked at Xin Jiuniang who was still talking to Feng Liulang, and said coldly: "Mother, there is no one in these cars, and there is no sign of people riding in them. I guess..."

She straightened her back, put away all mixed thoughts, and said coldly: "I guess the King of Xiaoyang knew that we would intercept and kill him here, so he followed the plan and sent Dad back."

Xin Jiuniang nodded, looked at Feng Liulang, and snorted coldly: "This Xiaoyang king is really weird, and he is very good, how could he think of doing such a thing..."

Her voice was not too loud, probably because she couldn't understand King Xiaoyang's actions.

But, wouldn't it be good to send Feng Liulang back?

Feng Qiqi thought that this was really good.

There is nothing more joyful than a family reunion.

"Why do you do such a thing? Isn't it right for the king to ask his wife this sentence?"

The wind in the dark night brought a lazy and charming man's voice, behind the white snow, it hit Feng Qiqi's ears.

Feng Qiqi's eyes flashed, and she turned her head quickly, seeing King Xiaoyang walking from behind the snow-covered holly forest.

His steps are very light, his gait is very steady, and his appearance is imposing, chic and elegant.

Bisheng, there is a deep flirtatious air.

Such a stunningly talented and beautiful man, young and rich, high position and authority, deep city, many party members, and unfathomable kung fu.

No wonder women all over the world are vying to marry him.

Feng Qiqi turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.

King Xiaoyang walked towards her as if he hadn't seen him, walked up to her and stood still, choosing a posture to protect her, and then stopped in his tracks.

(End of this chapter)