Fang Yun put away his brush and sat in silence.
Fang Yun was at the center of the "Love Spreading Across a Thousand Miles" phenomenon, and his mind was affected the most by the words.
The power of the sorrowful words was still reverberating within a thousand miles, and the sorrow continued to spread.
In the Changle Palace of Jingguo, Princess Royal Zhao Hongzhuang was sobbing.
"Your Majesty, please save Fang Yun!" Zhao Hongzhuang, dressed in a yellow palace dress, threw herself in front of the Empress Dowager and lay on her lap.
"It's not that I don't want to save …" The Empress Dowager wiped her tears gently with one hand and patted Zhao Hongzhuang's back with the other.
"If Fang Yun dies, I don't want to live either …"
"You …"
The snow outside the capital grew heavier.
In the courtyard of the Lei family in Yushan, Lei Tingyu and Zong Wenxiong were holding teacups, but the tea was cold.
"I only know that he is a young phoenix, but he has a delicate heart. Others see him missing his wife, but I see him being wronged. The Divine Path is merciless, and sending him to the Tiger Prison is too despicable. You and I should have stopped it. "Zong Wenxiong slowly put down his teacup.
"It's a pity that he has such talent. It's even more a pity that he can live, but not the heavens. It's not worth it for someone who is about to die. "Lei Tingyu drank his herbal tea silently.
"I heard that the divine item of the Lei family is acting strangely?" Zong Wenxiong flicked his finger, and the cold tea disappeared. The water in the kettle beside him was boiling. He flicked his finger again, and the temperature of the water dropped slightly. Then he used the water to make tea.
The tea leaves rose with the steam, flew into the air, and slowly fell down. The fragrance of the tea spread for a mile. It was a treasure among teas.
Lei Tingyu looked proud and said, "Indeed, but I don't know if it's a blessing or a curse."
Zong Wenxiong glanced at Lei Tingyu, took a sip of tea, and looked in the direction of the capital. He said, "The Lei family is about to prosper. Maybe Brother Tingyu will be the first Thunder Saint."
Lei Tingyu finally couldn't hold back and smiled. But he said, "You're flattering me …"
Left Prime Minister's residence.
Ji Zhi lightly knocked on the door of the study. As Left Prime Minister Mount Liu's proudest disciple, he could enter and leave the Left Prime Minister's residence at will.
"Zhi Bai, come in." Mount Liu's voice came from the study.
"Teacher, what do you think of this poem?" Ji Zhibai pushed open the door and entered.
Mount Liu smiled indifferently and said, "You're still so impatient. Want to hear the truth? "
Ji Zhibai didn't stand on ceremony. He moved a chair and sat across from the Left Prime Minister. With a serious face, he said, "Benevolent teacher, you underestimate me. I admire his talent, but I don't like his flamboyance. What's more, since he's an enemy of my teacher, he's also an enemy of my student. "
Mount Liu gently nodded and said, "He has already written two poems that have spread throughout the world. If he can live for another twenty years, he will be crowned as the Xusheng Poet and become the unprecedented double Xusheng. If nothing unexpected happens, he also has the potential to become the Poet Saint. It's very likely that he will be crowned as the Three Xusheng Poets before he becomes a Saint. "
"Benevolent teacher really has a fair heart. Fair and impartial. When I returned to the capital from Ning An County on the fifteenth of October, there were very few people to welcome me. That day, I hated Fang Yun, but after that, I let go of this matter. Now, it's just a pity. Even though Fang Yun is very talented, it's difficult for him to conquer the country three times in a day. "
"Three poems in prison. The Old Man was looking forward to it. He suddenly felt that such a person had died too early. He didn't know what kind of situation he would have in the future when he entered the imperial court. It's all because the Saint is heartless. The Saint is heartless … "Mount Liu looked out the window.
Ji Zhibai smiled and said, "If nothing unexpected happens, Zong Sheng will definitely succeed. You're in charge of Jingguo and strategizing. Your contributions are the greatest. The next Half-saint may not be you, but the second or third Half-saint will definitely have a place for you! "
Mount Liu nodded and his eyes gradually turned cold. He said, "As the Minister of the Left, I will suppress the literary figures for many years. Once I succeed, I will definitely become a Great Confucian Scholar and search for the Saint Path!"
"When that day comes, benevolent teacher will definitely bring glory to the world!" Ji Zhibai said this, but he knew in his heart that although Mount Liu was the Minister of the Left, he was still a pawn set up by Zong Sheng many years ago. If he couldn't resolve this problem before he became a Great Confucian Scholar, he would never be able to achieve the Noble Righteousness, which meant that he would have no hope of becoming a Half-saint.
Mount Liu was betting everything on Zong Sheng's plan to connect the barbarians. Once he succeeded, he would have made great contributions to the human race. With a clear conscience, he could become a Great Confucian Scholar.
Kong City, Kong Mansion.
Notre-Dame Jinshi who fought against the barbarians with Fang Yun on the Dragon Platform gathered here and repeatedly read "Jiangcheng Zi? Dream in Prison ".
Zhang Zhixing said, "Fang Yun's nickname will probably be upgraded to Fang Tianxia?"
"Fang Chuanshi is still the best."
"I really look forward to the day when he is called 'Fang Jingsheng'." Kong Detian said.
"Shou Yu, do you think Fang Yun can survive the Moon Tree's Divine Punishment?" Jia De whispered.
Ji Shou-woo's Eight Trigrams diagram flashed in his eyes. He then shook his head and said, "I don't know."
"Sigh …"
In Kong City's number one brothel, Drunken Flower Brothel, Kong City's most talented girl, Su Xiaoxiao, was leaning against the window.
After crying for a long time, Su Xiaoxiao walked to the table and started writing.
"Ten years of life and death, if I don't think about it, it will be unforgettable …"
Su Xiaoxiao wrote it over and over again. She wrote it over and over again, crying and writing it over and over again …
The brothel keeper of Drunken Flower Brothel heard the news and came crying to comfort her. But Su Xiaoxiao ignored her and continued to write "Jiangcheng Zi? Dream in Prison ".
The brothel keeper was anxious.
In the Saint Origin World, the real courtesans of the Ten Nations had long stopped selling their bodies. The top courtesans all sold their skills and not their bodies. Even the descendants of the Half-saint family could openly marry famous courtesans.
The brothel of the Ten Nations even divided the courtesans into three classes. From the lowest to the highest, they were female students, female scholars, and female scholars. However, they did not dare to set up female scholars.
Now, there were only six female scholars in the Ten Nations. One of them was Su Xiaoxiao of Kong City.
Su Xiaoxiao was the most famous courtesan of Drunken Flower Brothel. She had already redeemed herself a few years ago and signed a contract with the owner of Drunken Flower Brothel. As long as she found the right man, she could leave at will.
After copying countless times, Su Xiaoxiao suddenly threw down the brush. The brush fell and the ink splashed. There was a faint sound of swords.
"Fang Jingsheng lost his jade ring in his dream. I'm sorry for him. I'll be a commoner and never marry. I'll serve him as a slave!"
The brothel keeper rolled her eyes and passed out.
Su Xiaoxiao ordered someone to treat the brothel keeper well. She then tore off her gorgeous dress and changed into a maid's coarse dress. She combed her hair with a branch and smeared her face with plant ash. She then took out the money that she had accumulated over the years and ordered someone to prepare a carriage to go to the Kong Mansion.
"Fang Jingsheng and the Kong Family are old friends. That's the best place to find Fang Jingsheng." The 18-year-old girl's gaze was unprecedentedly firm, but her eyes were still red and swollen.
In the Fang Family's home in Jingguo.
Yang Yuhuan wiped away her tears and walked towards the door with her bare face facing the sky.
Ao Huang hurriedly scurried over and said to Yang Yuhuan, "Sister-in-law, what are you doing? You mustn't be silly. Are you going to see Fang Yun or are you courting death? You won't be able to see Fang Yun. You mustn't court death! "
Yang Yuhuan said while walking, "Ten years ago, I was sold to the Fang Family. Fortunately, my parents didn't despise me and treated me like their own daughter. Now, although Fang Yun and I have yet to go through the wedding ceremony, I have long regarded him as my husband. My husband is in trouble. As a woman, I can't do anything for him. The only thing I can do is to sound the drum of grievance in the palace and file a lawsuit to seek justice for my husband! "
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