Sword rises in the storm

Tianfeng Country,

the envoy of the Nanyuan Kingdom in the palace hall is about fifty years old, his eyes are blazing and he looks at Mo Xiuyang sitting on the dragon chair on the high place, bows and says: "Heavenly Wind Kingdom, I guess you know the intention of my Nanyuan Kingdom, you know very well!"

"Well, Gu knows that Emperor Nanyuan has already discussed with Gu in a letter some time ago. Mo Xiuyang's imperial aura quietly permeated the entire hall, making many people feel a little oppressed.

"That's good, this time I will help the prince marry Princess Yong'an at the behest of the monarch, and these are the dowry. I hope that in the future, the Heavenly Wind Country and the Nanyuan Kingdom will always form a friendly friendship and advance and retreat together.

The envoy of the Nanyuan Kingdom pointed to the countless treasures beside him, and then said to Mo Xiuyang with a slight bow and a fist.

"The Kingdom of the Heavenly Wind and the Kingdom of the Southern Abyss were countries of friendship in the past, and they will be even more in the future. Mo Xiuyang pondered for a long time and nodded slowly.

In fact, to a certain extent, the Heavenly Wind Kingdom is attached to the Nanyuan Kingdom, and every year it has to pay tribute to the Nanyuan Kingdom with a lot of treasures and silver treasures. It was precisely because of the protection of the Southern Yuan Kingdom that the Heavenly Wind Kingdom was able to avoid the overt harassment of other mid-level and top-tier dynasties.

"Princess, here!" When

everyone looked at the envoy of the Nanyuan Kingdom, a shadow stepped from the door of the palace hall.

Princess Yong'an wore a rouge gold silk white pattern epiphany rain silk dress, from the entrance of the main hall to come, her three thousand green silk with a carved phoenix shadow of the golden hairpin coiled, a pair of jade hands gently in front of the willow waist, full of noble and elegant temperament.

It has been said that Princess Yong'an's face can overshadow the flourishing flowers, her lips are as charming as red stamens, and her hands are as flawless as carved jade.

Soon, Princess Yong'an moved coldly to the top of the main hall and bowed: "Father." "

Well, let's be flat!" Mo Xiuyang looked at Princess Yong'an, and for some reason his heart twitched. He could subtly feel Princess Yong'an's mood, very lonely and sad.

"Father Xie. Princess Yong'an got up slowly, and her delicate body was so cold that everyone's eyes couldn't help but light up, and it was difficult to withdraw their gaze.

The envoy of Nanyuan Kingdom quietly glanced at Princess Yong'an, and was also amazed, and secretly sighed that the vision of his prince was really unique.

"Today, Princess Yong'an Mo Miaoling will marry into the Nanyuan Kingdom to help me Tianfeng Kingdom and Nanyuan Kingdom have a friendly friendship!"

Mo Xiuyang's words went straight into the nine heavens and reverberated above the main hall.

Mo Miaoling is the name of Princess Yong'an.

Mo Miaoling pursed her red lips slightly, and her eyes were a little dimly lowered. She seems to have acquiesced in the matter of marriage because she had no choice. She is the princess of the Heavenly Wind Country, and she should take on the responsibility of the Heavenly Wind Country.

Five years ago, the prince of Nanyuan Kingdom had already intended to marry her, but she kept delaying and found a lot of excuses. However, delaying is not a way after all, after all, in the first few months, it can't stop the pressure of Nanyuan Kingdom.

She is the princess of Yong'an, the princess of the country of the heavenly winds, and marriage is her only place. If she refuses to marry Nanyuan Kingdom, then the entire Heavenly Wind Kingdom will be in turmoil.

If the Nanyuan Kingdom is offended, the Heavenly Wind Country will lose a shelter, and the surrounding countries will no longer just be eyeing each other, but will directly rush towards the Heavenly Wind Country.

Therefore, Mo Miaoling could only agree by default, she had been carrying it alone for five years, and she couldn't bear it anymore.

Some time ago, when she stepped into the place where Gu Hengsheng and Li Qiurou were married, she saw the figure of the bloody general she had been longing for for five years, she only wanted to know an answer, and she had been waiting for an answer for five years.

However, Gu Youmo's answer was not what she wanted.

"Princess, the grass people have already said back then that there is no bloody general in this world. Gu Youmo's words stayed forever in the depths of Mo Miaoling's heart and sank to the bottom of the abyss.

So, her heart ...... Completely dead.

If Gu Youmo was as domineering and powerful as she was back then, she was willing to give everything, even if she lost the status she had now, or even her life, she would not marry into the Nanyuan Kingdom.

However, the reality is always so cruel, she Mo Miaoling has still become a tool for marriage, and she is about to go to Nanyuan Kingdom.

After today, all the scenes of the previous years in the Heavenly Wind Country will turn into dust and smoke and sink into the abyss.

"Heavenly Wind Kingdom, since this is the case, I will take Princess Yong'an back to Nanyuan Kingdom and hold a big wedding with my prince. The envoy of the Nanyuan Kingdom smiled and bowed to Mo Xiuyang, who was sitting high on the dragon chair, and saluted.

"Just today?" Mo Xiuyang asked in a deep voice.

"Yes. The envoy of Nanyuan replied: "My country's prince has seen Princess Yong'an when he was young, and he has always been worried about it, and His Royal Highness the prince hopes that I will invite Princess Yong'an back to Nanyuan Kingdom earlier. "

The Manchu Dynasty was silent and civil.

Old Man Gu was in the forefront of the military attaché, and he could only close his lips solemnly and watch this scene quietly.

"Since that's the case...... Mo Xiuyang took a deep look at Mo Miaoling, who was extremely lonely, and said solemnly without any emotional fluctuations: "Wen Hongfeng, the deputy commander of the Royal Forest Army, stepped forward to listen to the order.

"The last general!"

Suddenly, a middle-aged man with a calm breath stepped out of the ranks of military attachés, he was the deputy commander of the Royal Forest Army, Wen Hongfeng.

"Alone you command three thousand elite soldiers of the Royal Forest Army, send Princess Yong'an into Nanyuan, and then return to the court after the wedding. "

The last general, take the order!" Wen

Hongfeng saluted and said.

Suddenly, the drums sounded, as if to congratulate the happy event of the upcoming marriage of the Tianfeng Kingdom and the Nanyuan Kingdom, and also seemed to dispel the lonely and cold sadness that permeated from Princess Yong'an's delicate body.

The marriage between the two countries was officially finalized.

Princess Yong'an's long skirt dragged five or six meters to the ground, and her lonely and noble aura made people dare not look at it directly, which can be called a peerless flower.

"You're not going to show up...... Just like back then, she sealed herself in the deep courtyard of the Gu family...... "

After Princess Yong'an Mo Miaoling stepped out of the door of the main hall with the envoy of Nanyuan Kingdom, her empty eyes couldn't help but look at the location of the Gu family, and she closed her eyebrows completely sadly, hiding the tears that were about to slip down in her eyes.

Then, under the sound of the drums, Princess Yong'an Mo Miaoling stepped into the luxurious carriage of the Nanyuan Kingdom.

Under the escort of Wen Hongfeng, the deputy commander of the Imperial Forest Army, and everyone in the Nanyuan Kingdom, he embarked on the road to the Nanyuan Kingdom.

"Send the princess!" many

of the civil and military officials bowed down respectfully and shouted in unison.

The wind, as if weeping, blew through the curtain of the luxurious carriage and blew on Mo Miaoling's eyebrows.

Tick ......

After all, without anyone watching, Mo Miaoling sat elegantly in the carriage, her eyebrows blinking gently with the breeze, and two lines of tearful ...... slid down