Fu Canglu

Chapter 51 What if the world blames me?
Early dawn.

The law enforcers of the City Lord's Mansion of Fengting City had been waiting at the sword meeting venue early on, checking the bottles one by one.

In front of the gates of the eight competition areas, eight monuments were erected.

There are only a hundred lines on each stele, and each line represents a person selected for the second round of the sword meeting.

This rule was set by the sword master back then, so naturally no one can refute it.

The more sword intents are collected, the higher the name on the stele.

At this moment, Su Fu is in the seventh division.

A dense crowd of onlookers gathered in front of the competition area.

All eyes were attracted by the ancient inscription in the seventh division.

"It is said that the strength of the seventh competition area is very weak, but this Young Master Su actually collected nearly a thousand sword intents in the first round of sword intent collection!"

"I'm not surprised by Young Master Su, it's just that those playboys, the Second Young Master of the Wu family, Young Master Lin, and Meng Qi, are also on the monument!"

"This seventh division, hidden dragon and crouching tiger!"

Among the crowd in front of the stele, there was a thin figure in black standing quietly.

The boy in black wore a black hat and lowered his head slightly, under the hat were hidden pale golden pupils.

Standing in the crowd with his hat on, Yi Xiao looked a bit bewildered.

The eight sword tablets, along with the sword intentions poured out of the Dao bottle, returned to the sword tablet.

In his eyes, those sword intents were a faint white color, and after they merged into the sword tablet, the whiteness disappeared. It didn't merge into the sword tablet, but rather seemed to be...
Went to another world!
"Sword Tomb."

Yi Xiao's mind was startled, and he read these two words in a low voice, and glanced around the sword tablet.

"These eight sword steles are very familiar." Yi Xiao tilted his head slightly, "There is a trace of the same origin as the 'Zhu Lian Xiang'."

The seal script on the surface of the sword stele keeps floating, but it attracts the golden color inside Yi Xiao's pupils. There is a faint suction, and even if you don't smell it carefully, you can't feel the power of that attraction.

"The eight phases of heaven and man?"

Yi Xiao smiled indifferently, lowered her black hat, her pupils returned to pitch black, and squeezed out of the crowd.

"Wait until the sword tomb is opened, and then we'll have a closer look."

Fengting City City Lord's Mansion, an extremely quiet small courtyard.

There was a rocking chair in the courtyard, and a tired man in green shirt was lying lazily on the chair.

The man has a mustache, and his facial features are slightly mature.Although he closed his eyes to rest at this moment, there was still a faint evil spirit lingering between his eyebrows.

The breeze is coming slowly, and the small fan is shaking slowly.

A red jade hand held a fan, slowly fanning the man. The owner of the hand was covered with black veil, so he couldn't see his face clearly.

The black veil half-covered, revealing a pair of eyes, the black hair was scattered, and the galaxy was stirred up by a white jade hairpin like a waterfall.

So beautiful, it's amazing.

How could he be willing to fan the fans of this ordinary man?
The courtyard was extremely quiet, the man in the green shirt seemed to be asleep, and the woman in black gauze was just quietly fanning the young man in the green shirt.

The door of the small courtyard was suddenly pushed open, and Luo Hu, the lord of Fengting City, walked like the wind.

Just now he received a notice that someone from Senluo Daoist came to the City Lord's Mansion to do business, and temporarily borrowed his small courtyard in the City Lord's Mansion.

Luo Hu is also an important minister of the Northern Wei Dynasty who is the first rank of the city lord of Fengting City. He is already angry with Sen Luo Dao's unscrupulous behavior style on weekdays, and he can't bear it faintly.Now it's the sword and wine festival, and as the owner of Fengting City, the private courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion, how can I just borrow it?
With a wave of anger, Luo Hu suddenly pushed the door open.

Then his eyes widened in disbelief.

There was a man and a woman in the courtyard. The man was wearing a green shirt, lying on a rocking chair and seemed to be asleep.

As for that woman, her face was covered with a black veil, and her long hair was picked up by a white jade hairpin.

On that white jade hairpin, a fierce ghost was depicted with extremely powerful brushwork.

He has four eyes, a smiling face, three heads and six arms.

The six hands were extremely black, as if they were firmly grasping the black hair.

That white jade hairpin is too eye-catching.

What is portrayed on it is Sen Luodao's smiling Shura.

This woman in black gauze is His Royal Highness Sen Luodao!
Who is qualified to let His Majesty Mori Dao shake the fan?
Who else could it be?

Luo Hu suddenly closed his eyes and opened them again, feeling that this world is really too crazy.

The woman in black gauze looked at Luo Hu faintly, and the air seemed to freeze.

"Your Highness." Luo Hu, the lord of Fengting City, forced out a few words from his throat.

The woman in black gauze ignored it and just lowered her head.

The man's face remained calm and he was not awakened.

The voice of the woman in black gauze seemed angry, but also helpless.

"He doesn't fall asleep easily."

Luo Hu was terrified when he heard the voice enveloping the origin force, and he didn't even dare to raise his head to see what kind of expression the legendary Lord Sen Luo Dao was looking at at this moment.

Luo Hu cursed angrily in his heart, but he didn't dare to show the slightest thing on his face. He retreated step by step in fear, and finally closed the courtyard door gently.

As soon as he left the door, Luo Hu slapped himself hard.

"Damn it! I'm just short of pumping!" Luo Hu wanted to cry, but luckily he didn't disturb that person's rest, otherwise the black gauze hat on his head might not be safe.

After Luo Hu quit.

The small courtyard became quiet again.

It was just that Luo Hu had just closed the door when the man in the blue shirt slowly opened his eyes.

The voice of the black-veiled woman could not help but be a bit bitter, "Are you woken up?"

The man in the blue shirt smiled and stretched, "It's okay. I've had enough sleep."

Then he propped up half of his body from the rocking chair, squinted his eyes, and yawned without the dignity of an emperor, "I'm still a little sleepy, let me lean on your shoulder."

It was originally dawn, but Yan Xiaoqi knew that he brought His Majesty over from Luoyang overnight, and the journey was full of dust and dust. Luo Hu disturbed his clear dream.

This Rahu is somewhat ignorant of current affairs.

As soon as Yan Xiaoqi raised his eyebrows, the man pulled out the white jade hairpin.

"Tell me about you, when will this temper change?"

Cao Zhixuan chuckled and played with the white jade hairpin, holding a strand of black hair, watching Shura's six dark hands clenched the long hair tightly, his ferocious face melted into the pitch black.

Yan Xiaoqi's long hair was loose, covering his eyes, his expression could not be seen clearly under the black veil, but there was a vague sense of grievance.

"His Majesty."

However, Cao Zhixuan pressed her lips, and said lazily, "Alright. Jian Zong Ming entered the Jian Hut, and he will never come to Yuyi again. With you by my side, who else in the world can hurt me?"

Yan Xiaoqi blinked slightly, her long eyelashes trembling.

Cao Zhixuan closed his eyes, leaned his head on Yan Xiaoqi's shoulder, and seemed to be talking to himself habitually.

"The head of Dewo Eagle King."

"I lost a pearl of the Northern Wei Dynasty."

"There are millions of sword handles hidden in the sword mound."

"I lost the life of the little prince of Qi Liang."

"Gain, lose, gain, lose"

Yan Xiaoqi looked at the His Majesty who held millions of territory in the Northern Wei Dynasty, resting his head on his shoulder, murmured continuously, calculating gains and losses.

In the end, he remained silent, frowned, and murmured.

"Li Qing is too anxious."

Yan Xiaoqi knew that he was talking about the Eagle King Li Qing who held the [-] cavalry of the Xixia defense line.

"The Sixteen-Character Battalion has locked the five-mile range of Fengting City so quickly, even if I pretend not to know, I can't remain indifferent."

Cao Zhixuan originally just sighed leisurely, but the evil spirit between his brows became more and more serious.

A moment of silence.

"Why didn't I give him?" The man's voice suddenly raised, with a faint anger that could not be suppressed: "Does everyone in the world really want to sit in this chair so much!"

The honor of the Ninth Five-Year Plan is the master of the world.

Who doesn't want to sit in this seat?
Yan Xiaoqi smiled and stroked the hair of the man in the blue shirt, she read softly.

"Your Majesty, Xiaoqi doesn't want to."

long silence.

Cao Zhixuan's voice was a bit complicated, "I have already given him a chance."

"But he didn't cherish it."

Yan Xiaoqi watched Cao Zhixuan close his eyes, with a vague expression of pain on his face.

She naturally knew the importance of King Wuying to this man.

Cao Zhixuan and the current eagle king, Li Qing, were life and death brothers when the Eight Great Powers were fighting for hegemony. Although Cao Zhixuan was ten years younger than Li Qing, the two were like brothers.

After Cao Zhixuan became emperor, although he was not conferred the title of empress, he followed Li Qing's younger sister Li Yu into the palace, and the Northern Wei harem was headed by Li Yu, with a hint of empress demeanor.

In the civil and military affairs of the Manchu Dynasty, the Li family dominated.Outside, there is Li Qing guarding the western title of Woying, and inside, there is Li Yu, who confers the title of noble concubine and mother of the world.

This can be regarded as Cao Zhixuan's compensation to Li Qing.

"Wait a minute."

Cao Zhixuan sighed silently, "Let's see what else Li Qing can do."

"Maybe. He will give up?"

Cao Zhixuan looked at Yan Xiaoqi with a somewhat bewildered gaze.

He asked: "If the world betrays me, will you betray me?"

Yan Xiaoqi didn't answer, but shook her head with a smile.

She watched the man close his eyes contentedly, and even his breathing became even, then the head slowly slipped down and leaned into her bosom.

Her gaze was extremely gentle, and she slowly lifted her black veil.

That face is like a fairy in the sky.

Then kissed him lightly.

"Your Majesty, if the people of the world betray you, I will kill the people of the world."

(End of this chapter)