"A guest has come from afar to visit, why are you stopping outside the door? Are you blaming me for not hosting you well?" The voice was clear and melodious. If ordinary people heard it, it would sound like a Confucian scholar, harmless. But to the ears of Feng Yuheng and the other two, they could hear a strong hostility.
But she was not afraid. Feng Yuheng never thought that there were really ancient people who could hurt her. The worst thing she could do was to hide in space and be free. Once she had the chance to attack, she would just shoot him in the head and that would be it. She was just very curious, what kind of person was the King of Qianzhou?
Ban stepped forward to stop her and said in a deep voice: "I'll go up and take a look first."
Feng Yuheng disagreed, "We can't let people look down on us, Ban Zou, you should trust me."
Ban Zou said nothing more. It was not because he believed her, but because he knew that no one could change what this woman had decided, not even the Ninth Prince, let alone him.
Feng Yuheng walked into the Phoenix Pavilion, climbed up the stairs, and finally stopped at the top floor. Ban Zou and the Lotus King followed behind him. The Lotus King said as he went upstairs, "The Phoenix Pavilion has never been open to outsiders. This is my first time."
Ban Zou snorted coldly, "You'd better be careful, don't fall into the trap again." He spoke in a relaxed tone, but Ban Zou was extremely cautious and looked around, afraid that something might happen.
The Phoenix Pavilion is not big, and the middle of the fourth floor is only the size of a normal hall. At this moment, a man in imperial robes is sitting on a chair, personally making a cup of good tea. The fragrance of the tea is overflowing, which is very pleasant.
Feng Yuheng looked at him and felt that if this man walked on the street, people would only think that he was a teacher in a college, or a student preparing to go to Beijing for the imperial examination, and would never associate him with the king of a country. Especially the king of Qian Zhou!
It was rumored that the King of Qianzhou was tyrannical, irritable, vicious, and ruthless. He was cruel to others and did not recognize his relatives. The politics of Qianzhou were not gentle at all. Under his tyranny, the people suffered a lot.
But such a person had such a face. Feng Yuheng thought, as expected, one cannot judge a person by his appearance.
"It is said that the tea from the cold land is not as good as the tea from Dashun and Jiangnan. A few years ago, I also got a few kilograms of good Jiangnan tea, but I felt that it was not as fragrant as the tea from this cold land." Feng Zhaoyu said, holding up a cup of tea and handing it to Feng Yuheng, "Princess, try it."
Feng Yuheng didn't say anything, but Ban Zou said, "My master is not thirsty."
Unexpectedly, Feng Zhaoyu actually shook his head, looked at Ban Zou unhappily, and said, "Shut up." Then he waved his wide sleeves and a surge of internal force came out, which actually shocked Ban Zou back several steps, all the way to the stairs.
Feng Yuheng's pupils moved slightly, Ban Zou was also shocked, but King Lian was not too surprised. He knew that his cousin's martial arts skills were extraordinary.
Ban Zou couldn't swallow this breath, he stood up and was about to rush forward, but Feng Yuheng raised his hand and stopped his thoughts.
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"This princess is indeed not thirsty." She repeated what Ban Zou said, then smiled at the King of Qian Zhou, "With one wave, you can make people in the distance retreat step by step. If you practice this internal energy for another ten or eight years, you can catch up with our Ninth Prince. Haha!" She laughed again, "But the Ninth Prince will not wait for you here. Ten years later, you still have to chase him."
King Qian Zhou was not angry, but just said: "I have heard that Princess Ji'an of Dashun is very sharp-tongued and good at bickering with women. I am willing to lose." He took back the tea in his hand, tilted his head back, drank it himself, and then said: "Princess Ji'an, do you believe it? If I wanted to kill him, the blow just now would be enough to shock your secret guard out of the Phoenix Pavilion."
"I believe it." Feng Yuheng nodded, "It's a great achievement for a king of a country to have a secret guard."
"Hahahaha!" King Qian Zhou finally put down his teacup and looked at her seriously, "Woman, it's useless to talk nonsense. If I mean it, I can wave my hand and you will be blown out of the Phoenix Pavilion as well."
Feng Yuheng blinked, "So what? You can't kill me. On the contrary, if I raise my hand, you will die instantly."
As soon as these words came out, a cold light flashed in Feng Zhaoyu's eyes, and the pair of hands that brushed away Ban Zou seemed to want to raise up to try, but in the end he did not dare.
A few months ago, he heard that Duanmu Anguo's eldest son Duanmu Cong was standing on the city wall, but was suddenly hit by an unknown hidden weapon and died. Afterwards, it was found that it was Princess Ji'an who did it, and the other party sent Duanmu Cong's body back. Duanmu Anguo asked Qian Zhou's coroner to check, but still couldn't find out what kind of hidden weapon it was.
Feng Zhaoyu felt that he couldn't take the risk.
"Do you dare to compete with me?" He asked Feng Yuheng, "No weapons or hidden weapons, just fists and feet." After saying that, he glanced at the Lotus King behind him, "My cousin knows that I never compete with others easily, Princess Ji'an, this is your honor."
The Lotus King snorted, "What an honor! A grown man bullying a little girl. What do you mean by not using weapons or concealed weapons? They know that, but I do? You have been practicing internal strength since you were young. Internal strength is your strongest weapon. You don't know how to use weapons or concealed weapons at all."
"Oh?" Feng Yuheng laughed again, "So this is what the King of Qianzhou was thinking. I never thought that the King of a country would be so shameless."
Feng Zhaoyu didn't think much of it, just nodded and said, "Yes, I do focus on internal strength, but Princess Ji'an is not an ordinary girl. She can lift the Houyi bow of Dashun, but no one would believe that she has no internal strength. How about this, I suppress half of my internal strength to compete with her? If you win, Qian Zhou will be yours; if you lose, go back to Dashun."
Feng Yuheng simply heard the funniest joke in the world. She laughed while looking at King Lian, "You two brothers really talk in the same way, but..." Her eyes turned to King Qian Zhou again, "But, you are not qualified to negotiate such terms with this princess. Even if I lose, there are still thousands of Dashun elite soldiers outside. How many people can you defeat with your own strength?"
Ban Zou also sneered: "You don't know what's good for you."
Feng Zhaoyu sighed bitterly, "Forget it. If the Ninth Prince of Dashun and his tens of thousands of elite soldiers don't even care about the life and death of the princess, I can do nothing about it." He stood up and stood opposite Feng Yuheng, "Princess, are you right?"
Feng Yuheng nodded, "That's true. Then let's do as the king wishes. Ever since I entered Qianzhou, I have been holding back my energy and wanting to have a good fight, but I didn't expect that Qianzhou doesn't even need to fight. I have been retreating all the way. This princess hasn't moved her muscles for a long time."
She smiled and asked Prince Lian and Ban to step back, then she heard the King of Qianzhou say, "Okay, a gentleman's word is as good as a whip. I will use my half-complete internal strength to learn from Princess Ji'an's extraordinary skills. Princess, please go first."
Feng Yuheng was not polite to him. As soon as Feng Zhaoyu finished speaking, she moved as fast as lightning and rushed to the opponent. She gathered the five fingers of her right hand into a sword and chopped down at the opponent's carotid artery.
Feng Zhaolian laughed loudly and also stretched out his body to fight with him.
Ban Zou and King Lian stood by the side. King Lian asked Ban Zou in a low voice, "Is it okay? Are you so confident? Why don't you go out and tell Xuan Tianming to come over quickly!"
Ban Zou was worried at first, but during the fight between Feng Yuheng and Qian Zhou Guojun, he saw a look from the other party, which was full of cunning, like a fox. So Ban Zou understood, the bullshit gentleman's words are as fast as a whip, this woman has never regarded herself as a gentleman at all, when has she ever suffered a loss! No matter how powerful Qian Zhou Guojun is, I am afraid he will be furious at the hands of this woman.
However, this time Feng Yuheng really acted like a gentleman, not for any other reason, but because Feng Zhaoyu had provoked her to fight. Feng Zhaoyu was a master of martial arts, and they were enemies, so he attacked her without any mercy, saying that he only used half of his internal strength, but how much did he actually use? Who knew?
Feng Yuheng only felt that when the two of them fought, her arms would always be numb when they crossed each other. Even if she used all her hard Qigong, she still felt a little powerless.
The will to fight was aroused in this way, one was aggressive, the other was willing to take on the responsibility, and they were both masters. Feng Zhaoyu had peerless ancient martial arts, while Feng Yuheng had unique moves from later times, and the two fought evenly.
This fight lasted for nearly a hundred rounds, and gradually, Feng Yuheng's physical strength began to decline. Feng Zhaolian could clearly feel that the force hitting his arm was getting weaker and weaker, and in the end, the force was like cotton, and had no effect on him at all.
He sneered in his heart, and restrained his moves. It looked like he was teasing Feng Yuheng, and he simply played a trick on her. He was the king of a country, but the sky collapsed and the earth cracked after a thousand weeks, and natural disasters were unavoidable. He tried to dig the dragon veins to expand his territory with the wealth in the dragon veins, but with only one-third of the map, he couldn't even accurately determine the approximate location of the dragon veins.
The foundation of the Zhou Dynasty that had lasted for hundreds of years was destroyed in his hands. He had been fighting for the throne and killing his relatives for many years. He was ashamed to face his ancestors in the underworld. Now he didn't know whether he should live or die. 360 Search Miao-Bi-Ge: The Divine Doctor's Daughter Updates Fast
There was no place to vent this emotion. One after another, the royal family members were captured by the elite soldiers of Dashun. He could protect the Phoenix Pavilion for a while, but not forever. If Princess Ji'an hadn't come, he would have committed suicide sooner or later. But now it was different. Princess Ji'an came. It was said that the ninth prince of Dashun protected his wife as if her life was his. If he could restrain this woman in his hands, perhaps Qian Zhou still had a chance of survival.
Feng Zhaoyu's anger grew, and his men's actions became more vicious. Feng Yuheng simply had no way to resist. The more she fought, the colder her heart became. The more she fought, the higher the martial arts of the King of Qianzhou became in her heart. This was the strongest enemy she had encountered since she came to this era. Fighting alone, she was no match for him.
The most terrible thing was that Feng Zhaoyu seemed to know that she had something hidden up her sleeves. Whenever she tried to put her hand into her sleeves, the other party would resist intentionally or unintentionally. Her right hand could never accurately land on the phoenix birthmark on her left wrist.
She narrowed her eyes with a cold light in them, and when their eyes met, Feng Zhaoyu's eyes showed undisguised cruelty, and even the main force of the attack was concentrated on her left wrist.
Feng Yuheng was shocked, but the shock only lasted for a moment. Then, a strange smile suddenly appeared on his face, which had been serious for a long time.
Feng Zhaoyu was startled. At this moment, he heard a "bang" and the window on the fourth floor of the Phoenix Pavilion was whipped open from outside. The long whip stretched forward and accurately wrapped around Feng Yuheng's waist, pulling her back. She immediately escaped from Feng Zhaoyu's fight and fell into a familiar embrace.
"My wife is not very skilled and has offended someone from your Feng family. But, so what?"
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