Fu Canglu

Chapter 511 Awakening of the Maharaja

On the piece of paper that Qi Shu put out with "miscellaneous deduction techniques" in the City Lord's Mansion, there are dots circled, and all the cores revolve around one person.

Your Highness.

After the little highness was sent back to Fengsui, he remained in a coma.

The one standing by Yi Xiao's side is naturally the princess.

Wei Lingshan sat on the rattan chair opposite Yi Xiao's bed, holding the scabbard Qi Yu sword in his arms.

At this moment, she closed her eyes slightly, her face was solemn, and she seemed to be preoccupied.

Her energy was a bit overdrawn, and she didn't have much energy to speak. The City Lord's Mansion left her and Yi Xiao a space to be alone, and no one came to disturb her.

Qi Shu and the generals of Lanling City are all responsible for the battle supervision of Fengsui.

The reason why there is this peaceful and solitary environment at this moment.

It was because Qi Shu's judgment was very correct.

After the huge 20 monster horde came to Chitu, which was only [-] miles away from the beacon tower, they stood still and only sent thirteen small hordes of beasts corresponding to the thirteenth district to attack. The battle line stretched to the entire beacon.

Outside Fengsui City, an unknown amount of red snow fell that night and fell on the terracotta land.

It's like this tonight, it's unpredictable.

The princess is not very concerned about the battle of Fengsui.

The sense of hearing of the Yaozu is much better than that of humans. If she listens carefully, she can hear the terrifying sounds of countless fighting outside Fengsui City.

Throw your head and sprinkle your blood.

She knew that as long as the frail scholars in the city lord's mansion issued an appeal, countless soldiers would rush out of the beacon towers and into the terracotta earth, fighting endlessly with the monster clan.

In the Beacon Fortress, except for some high-level officials who knew that the number of monsters heading south from the Western Regions had reached 20, the rest of the soldiers did not know.

With the current defensive strength of Fengsui, it would be difficult to resist the horde of [-] beasts, not to mention the all-out Western Regions going south this time.

I can't resist it at all.

If this news comes out, it will greatly shake the morale of the army.

The lord princess slightly closed her phoenix eyes, and the glimpse of the corner of her eyes stayed on the little highness.

She didn't know why the Western Regions were so desperate, the white tiger almost died in Chitu, and she also tried to bring Yi Xiao back to Bachi Mountain.

But she knew that Liang Liang from the Western Regions had always "never forgotten" Yi Xiao, to the point of obsession.

Wei Lingshan stroked the messy hair on his forehead with his fingers, and took a deep breath.

"elder brother."

She lowered her brows and eyes, her face was neither sad nor happy, she gently opened her lips, repeating this evocative word.

That's what Xi Yao yelled.

She thought about it for a long time, but couldn't get the answer.

Finally, he moved his gaze slowly and landed on the seriously injured and pale face on the bed.

Yi Xiao's soul seems to be weird now.

The "Clear Dream" talisman that Xiao Buyi pasted on his forehead is the form and meaning of Confucianism, and it can only keep his mind and soul peaceful. Will sleep soundly.

It's just that no one can figure out the current situation of His Highness.

After his fight with the White Tiger Great Sage, his soul seemed to have been impacted by a unique technique.

Wei Lingshan rested his chin on his hand, and lightly tapped his pink and jade-carved cheek with his fingertips, thoughtfully.

Yes. The reason for that page?

When he was in the South China Sea, his soul Zifu exuded a similar aura.

Something like the "Great Sage Awakening" of the monster clan?
The princess closed his eyes again.

she does not know.

The man on the bed had a long, long dream.

"elder brother."

It sounded a little hoarse.

is a woman.

A woman with a voice that sounds like a smoker in her 40s and [-]s, why do you call her brother?
Call every day.

bother.

annoying.

He wrapped the velvet quilt tightly, covered his head with the jade brocade pillow, closed his eyes, and didn't want to hear this voice again.

Just stopped for a moment.

"elder brother."

As usual, the hoarse voice sounded again.

There was a hint of blood in this voice for no reason, it was more of a pleading, a depression.

The voice that rises like smoke, although it is not like that of a woman of her age who should call her brother, falls in the bottom of my heart, but it is heart-wrenching.

He didn't know if he was still dreaming.

He has opened his "eyes" countless times, but there is still darkness in front of him.

That voice repeated over and over again, like the tide kept ringing in my ears.

brother brother brother
As long as he heard this voice, his heart could not be calm.

Ben had read a lot of books and had finally cultivated his mind to cultivate his qi. When the first sound fell on his heart, he could remain calm, but the second sound aroused unprovoked murderous aura.

Big sin.

In the midst of his continuous pleading voices, anger gradually aroused in his heart.

He kept opening his "eyes", turning his head and looking back.

There is always darkness in front of my eyes.

That voice calling him made him never give up.

There is such a direction, guiding myself.

to find the source of the sound.

To set the whole world on fire.

"elder brother."

When he opened his eyes for the last time, he heard the woman's voice ask very softly: "Can you lend me a fire?"

"elder brother!"

The scholar opened his eyes.

He was panting heavily, and there was a cute little girl like a porcelain doll lying on his body. He did not avoid suspicion, resting his cheeks on his hands, the little pink face was only a few centimeters away from him, and Shui Ling stared at him with big eyes blinking. , giggling and said: "Brother is sleeping late again?"

The scholar breathed out a cold breath, still in shock, shook his head, shook off all the mess in his mind, forced a smile and rubbed the cute face of the little girl in front of him.

"Gulululu."

The scholar sister stuck out her tongue very cooperatively.

Kneaded for a while.

The scholar was a little dazed.

Until it was interrupted by the little girl's voice: "Brother, are you having nightmares again?"

After the little girl stuck out her tongue, she pouted her mouth: "I heard my brother say some very bad things in his dream."

Feeling lost, the scholar touched his chest with his hand.

The little girl thumped her fist, and said with a smile, "My brother's soul will be scared away by the evil spirit~"

After knocking this time, the little girl jumped off the bed quickly and ran out of the house. Before leaving, she still reminded her carefully by the door: "Brother~ Today is the day of the temple fair, you promised me to go to see it." Temple fair~"

The scholar is lying on the bed.

He was different from usual, he stretched out his hand to touch his chest, it was empty, and the flame that had been aroused originally dissipated without a trace after waking up from the dream.

It was like a dream.

It was really like a dream.

"Girl. I have no relatives and no reason. I already have a younger sister. This 'brother' is not just called casually."

The scholar smiled wryly, clasped his hands together, and murmured softly, wondering if the woman who persistently entrusted her with dreams every day could hear it.

He got out of bed and changed his clothes.

He is a poor scholar, the only thing left by his ancestors is this small house and a set of luxurious sleeping equipment.

Jade brocade pillow, mink velvet quilt.

In the small town with a radius of ten miles, everyone thought that the scholar was an extremely weird person.

Every day is spent in plain water and green vegetables, but there is a valuable old house and sleeping equipment.

For this old house, there is a big family in the town that has hired many immortal masters, and the price is one hundred taels of silver, and the scholar has never frowned.

Not for sale.

The man made another request, one hundred taels of silver to buy a set of sleeping gear.

Scholar still does not sell.

stubborn.

This scholar is extremely stubborn.

Mr. Yin, who proposed to buy a scholar's house and sleeping equipment, was not angry or annoyed. He shook his fan with a smile and went back home.

Mr. Yin seems to be a very remarkable person.

His mansion is the richest mansion within a radius of ten miles. Perhaps it is okay to replace "ten" with "hundred"?
If it were changed to "thousand", the people in the town would have no idea of ​​comparison, nor would they know how to compare.

There are many incomprehensible things in this world.

It's like they couldn't understand why Mr. Yin didn't buy so many old houses, but insisted on buying scholar's.

Even more incomprehensible.

The scholar lives alone in the house, reads the sage books all day long, and one day he will go to the capital to take the exam for fame. An old house, a set of sleeping utensils, hundreds of taels of silver, even if he fails to get the fame, it is enough for him For half a lifetime, I have no worries about food and clothing.

If you don't sell the house, you can't even make up the money on the road.

Incomprehensible.

Because they didn't know that the scholar had a younger sister.

After combing the long hair at the back of his head, the scholar was a little annoyed, the hair was too long and couldn't be tied up.

"Brother~ I'm coming~"

The little girl happily ran back from outside the house.

She quickly took the hair tie, straightened the scholar's long hair, and tied it round and round.

The long hair is tightened, coiled up, tied with a hair rope, and tied with a wooden bun.

The little girl gave the scholar a big hug from behind.

The scholar stood up, carried the little girl on his back, and walked to the courtyard of the house.

A slender, rusty steel wire was tied to the walls at both ends of the courtyard, and a few old clothes that had been washed until they turned white and blue were hung.

There was also an empty canary cage.

When the scholar walked out of his old house, the girl behind him was gone.

He held a bird cage in his arms.

There was an extra living creature in that empty bird cage.

It was a cardinal.

The linnet was not a good-looking one.

Its whole body seemed to have been burnt, its hair was bald and hair fell, the scholar was breathing hot air, warming the little red bird in the cage, and he was wearing light clothes, so he didn't feel the cold at all.

Today is the busiest temple fair in the town.

His voice was very soft, and he used some heresies recorded in the sage books.

Whisper with the cardinals.

"Little Liang, I'm going to the temple fair later, if you still see that weird person, you have to be good, don't let that person see the clues."

"Just tell me what you want to see. Brother has his own way to let you see it."

The linnet kept nodding, its eyes lingering on the grand scene of the temple fair on both sides of the street.

At the small town temple fair, the scholar in thin shirts held the bird cage in his arms, watching the cardinal in the bird cage lightly jumping and running, grinning and squeezing in the crowd, standing on tiptoe, even holding the bird cage in his hands, just to see those extremely rare A sight to behold.

The sound of the crowd shuttled back and forth.

The scholar did not hide the smile on his face.

Sunset and moonrise, the sky is getting darker, and then the night is getting darker, and one person and one bird just wander around tirelessly all day.

Until the lights of the temple fair in the small town slowly went out.

The hustle and bustle of the whole town dissipated.

The scholar hugged the bird cage tightly in his arms, and it was windy and cold at night, so he couldn't let her suffer from the cold.

After a day, it seems like a dream.

In a daze, someone called the scholar's name behind his back.

"Yi Xiao."

It was like a dream.

(End of this chapter)