Wait a minute, heroine

"Ga~~Ga~~~"

At dusk, the lights of the foreigners lit up the streets and alleys of Yanjing, and a few crows came from high in the sky, casting a haze over the imperial city located directly north of the city.

On the turret of the imperial city, Zhongsun Jin, who was over seventy years old, stood in the wind in a dark brown robe, looking at the stars and moon in the sky.

Beiliang Qianji Sect is a pure Jianghu sect. It was not even on the stage a hundred years ago and made a living by studying hidden weapons and other crooked ways.

However, Zhongsun Jin, one of the Four Saints, received enlightenment from a master of the Mohist family when he was young. After inheriting Qianjimen, he began to implement his own ideas and had close contact with the imperial court. Beiliang vigorously developed metallurgy, manufacturing and other technologies. As well as national policies such as truce, economy, trade, etc., there is the shadow of Zhongsun Jin behind them.

For these reasons, although Zhongsun Jin was not a Northern Liang Imperial Master, his status was quite transcendent. Emperor Liang also called him Mr. Zhongsun when he met him, while people in Jianghu directly called him "Sage Zhongsun".

Although the people in the martial arts are allowed to use their strange and obscene skills, and even given the same social status as normal martial artists, Beiliang has become unpopular, and the rivers and lakes are filled with young men who do not respect martial ethics. The overall level of martial arts is in a backward trend, but the benefits are obvious. .

Although it has only been a few decades, the Northern and Southern Dynasties have already taken the lead in medicine, metallurgy, etc., and then benefited from the shipbuilding, military and other industries. If the Southern Dynasties had not done too much and had been infiltrating imitation, both sides would have made great achievements in armaments. Modern times are bad.

Although Zhongsun Sheng did not advocate aggression and killing, he wanted to unify the world and stop war forever. For this reason, what he had done in these years was to do his best to enhance the national power of the Northern Liang and completely unbalance the national power of the Southern and Northern Dynasties, so as to achieve a unified state. Defeating the southern border with peace, or even subduing the enemy's troops without fighting, minimized the harm caused by the war between the two countries.

But it was a pity that things went against expectations. Beiliang had the help of state officials, and the Southern Dynasty was not all unprogressive waste. Especially in the past two years, the orphans of the northwest royal court suddenly appeared, which directly put Beiliang at a disadvantage.

Ye Jingtang's martial arts skills are secondary. After all, his manpower will eventually be exhausted, but his identity as the orphan of the royal court is too difficult.

The tribes in Xihai are unfamiliar tigers and wolves, they only recognize the bloodline passed down from their ancestors, and regard the Northern and Southern Dynasties as barbarians. As a member of the Qinchi tribe, it has taken countless years of hard work to be on an equal footing with the four major tribes. The 'Alliance of the Five Clans' was signed with the help of the Dongming tribe, and outsiders could not integrate at all.

After Beiliang annexed Western Xinjiang, it tried many methods to break up this group of ancient relics, such as dividing them, creating factions to fight against each other, and so on.

However, the tribes in Xihai are too powerful, and the clan power is greater than the father's power. They support the clan leader who is close to Beiliang to rise to power. If his son can stab him to death and replace him, it is considered a shame for the clan to hang his head outside the ancestral hall. Even Sima Yue does not dare to show his face. Only by getting close to Beiliang and talking about revenge all day can you secure your position.

After the incident, Sima Yue committed suicide in Langxuan City. The disciples of Gouchen tribe still regarded it as a shame. People from other tribes could no longer raise their heads when they saw him. They could only stand outside the door when gathering, and were too embarrassed to enter the house.

With such a strong ethnic concept, the concept of tribal honor and disgrace being greater than that of parents is almost engraved in the bones of a six-year-old child. Being ruled by the Northern and Southern Dynasties, for the tribes in the West Sea, it is like being their master by their former servants and prisoners. It was an impossible shame to accept, because no one else could be the Tianlang King.

As the orphan of King Tianlang, Ye Jingtang inherited the various tribes in Xihai reasonably and legally. If he wanted to integrate the various tribes, he would hardly encounter any internal resistance.

Moreover, the Night Terror Hall has a close relationship with the empress of the Southern Dynasties. Although it has not been made public, in the minds of those in power in the Northern and Southern Dynasties, she is the template for the 'Queen'.

The heirs born to Ye Jingtang and the empress can legally inherit the imperial line of the Northwest Royal Court and the Southern Dynasty. The various tribes in the West Sea will never go against it. There may be some criticism in the Southern Dynasty, but it is far simpler than unifying the two countries with others.

As long as the two countries merge into one, and the tribes in the West Sea have the Southern Dynasty as their rear area to provide food, grass, ordnance, etc., Beiliang will not be able to fight at all.

For this reason, as soon as they learned about the emergence of Night Terror Hall, Yanjing's top management put the elimination of Night Terror Hall as the top priority, and almost mobilized all the people who could be used. This time the Snow Lake flowers bloom, if If King Zuo Xian can trade with Ye Jingtang for one, Beiliang will make a lot of money.

After all, the death of King Zuoxian in Beiliang was just that of a martial saint. There were plenty of successors to the throne, so it was not a big deal.

Without the Ye Jingtang, the Southern Dynasty lost its only chance to control the western frontier without a bloody blow, and Beiliang no longer had any worries.

After Zhongsun Jin received the news of the blooming flowers in Snow Lake, he actually felt that Ye Jingtang should not come to take risks. Ye Jingtang stayed in Yun'an and was the biggest threat to Beiliang.

But Ye Jingtang finally came, completed the feat of revenge, and got the opportunity to win over the hearts and minds of all the people in the West Sea.

If Ye Jingtang takes the opportunity to reorganize the royal court at this time, and all the tribes in Xihai hear that King Zuoxian has been killed, 70% of the people will flock to Yejingtang to take the throne, and the remaining 30% will just wait and see, instead of reporting to Beiliang, and continue to give Beiliang is a lackey.

Coupled with the Southern Dynasty's empress Chen Bing's Yazhou border, this situation was like a coming storm for Beiliang. Not to mention Zhongsun Jin and Emperor Liang and other high-ranking officials, even the people of Yanjing seemed to feel the impact of the situation. The pressure that comes is much less intense than before.

Tap tap tap...

Zhongsun Jin looked at the jackdaws circling in the sky, thinking about the current situation secretly, when footsteps suddenly sounded from behind the turret.

Not long after, a eunuch wearing a green robe and a gauze hat walked out from behind the turret, came behind Zhongsun Jin, and said respectfully:

"King Zuo Xian died for his country in Tianlang Lake, and his body has been returned to the West Sea Protectorate; two thousand soldiers escorted Xue Huhua to the east of the lake. On the way, they encountered several waves of gangsters and robbers, and more than half of them were lost; Ye Jingtang should have suffered in the fight. Injured, his current whereabouts are unknown.

"The Holy One couldn't sleep well after hearing the news. He ordered our family to come over and ask Mr. Zhongsun what countermeasures he had."

Zhongsun Jin did not look back, but said calmly:

"According to previous information, the empress deduced the six Minglong pictures on her own. Even if she found all five, she would still be short of the last Mingshen picture. This is bait. The Holy Lord must store it properly. It would be best if the Night Terror Hall can come and pick it up. Even if it cannot , it can be used in future negotiations."

The eunuch behind the scenes, named Ziliang, is the head of the 'Twelve Attendants of Yandu', the eunuch in charge of the ceremonial function. Facing Zhongsun Jin's statement, he shook his head and said:

"Ye Jingtang dares to go to Tianlang Lake, which is considered a risk; coming to Yanjing to obtain the dragon map is the same as throwing himself into a trap. Even if he has the courage, the Empress of the Southern Dynasties will not agree to come.

"The Night Terror Hall must be eliminated. Currently, King Zuo Xian has died for his country. The only ones who can enter the pass to assassinate are the Imperial Master and Mr. Zhongsun. Mr. Zhongsun, what do you think the chance of success is with this move?"

Regarding this proposal, Zhongsun Jin shook his head and said:

“The odds of winning are between 50 and 50, but no matter who the National Master or I go, regardless of success or failure, we are destined to go without return.

"If Your Majesty really wants to take a dangerous move, you should ask Zhongsun to go with the imperial master. This can ensure a complete kill and return one person later."

The eunuch Ziliang sighed after hearing this: "Mr. Zhongsun and the imperial master have all left the border. In the capital city, Lu Taiqing, Beiyunbian and others can't come and leave as they please. Perhaps the leader of Pingtian would dare to come." act wildly.

"Assassination seems to be unfeasible. Let's go and reply to His Majesty and let His Majesty make long-term plans."

Zhongsun Jin nodded slightly and said nothing more...

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The other side.

Dongming Mountain is located in the center of the West Sea. The mountain range extends to the southeast and connects to the sunset peaks in the northernmost part of Tianlang Lake.

Because the terrain gets lower as you go west, and there are high mountains blocking the cold current from the north, the interior of the mountains and rivers is warmer. Not long after the first lunar month, you can see some greenery among the mountains.

The Dongming Tribe is located between the mountains. It is not a fixed large tribe, but is composed of countless villages, stretching along the mountains for more than a thousand miles. There are also small towns and villages in some places. In order to facilitate the sale of medicinal materials, a small town was built, which is full of He is a wealthy merchant and drug farmer who travels from north to south.

Although Fan Qinghe's title of 'King of Dongming' was given by an outsider, she is indeed the queen of the entire Dongming Mountain. All villages and towns are under the rule of Fan Qinghe, and her subordinates have more territory and soldiers than anyone else. There were many idle princes in both dynasties.

At dusk, the convoy carrying snow lake flowers slowly drove into the mountains.

Dongfang Liren, who was riding on the horse, saw that the entire mountain range belonged to Fan Qinghe, and everyone he saw were people. For the first time, he realized that Aunt Fan was more powerful than her and that she was a real prince.

However, there was the emperor's sister standing behind him, so Dongfang Liren did not suffer from stage fright. He walked beside Fan Qinghe and asked doubtfully:

"Miss Fan, you are the leader of this place. You are always running around outside and not dealing with government affairs. Will you not cause trouble?"

Fan Qinghe returned to his hometown. As the leader of the clan, he had to maintain good manners and not laugh or laugh. For this reason, he looked very solemn and his makeup was very particular. He responded with a serious smile after hearing what was said:

"Within the clan, the elders usually make the decision. I usually listen to Granny Gui. I only need to show up on big occasions such as the Wanbu Gathering. There is nothing else to do at other times."

Dongfang Liren heard from Ye Jingtang that Granny Gui was the princess of the Qinchi tribe who married to the Dongming tribe, and was also the wife of the old Zhu Zong. He nodded and followed up the mountain for a while, then curiously asked:

"How do you calculate the relationship between Miss Fan and Ye Jingtang? Is his mother your sister?"

?

Fan Qinghe's serious expression froze, he looked back at the carriage where Ye Jingtang was, and then whispered:

"Sisters from the clan, both have the surname Fan, but they are further away than my cousins, basically out of reach..."

Dongfang Liren thought for a while: "If Princess Tianlang can marry into the royal court, she must be a direct descendant; if Miss Fan can inherit the position of the Grand Zhu Sect at a young age, she obviously cannot be a collateral descendant..."

Fan Qinghe didn't dare to think about this at all. When he saw Dongfang Liren asking for the root cause, he quickly explained:

"Alas, the tribes in the West Sea are different from those in the Central Plains. Although the clan leaders are passed down from generation to generation, if there are powerful young people in the clan, they can also rise to the top. I was selected as the clan leader because of my talent...

"The Dongming tribe has many descendants of the surnames Fan, Jiang, Zhou, etc., and they are not all from the same family..."

Dongfang Liren listened for a long time and felt that Fan Qinghe was the little aunt of Ye Jingtang. But seeing that Fan Qinghe's face was red, and he was afraid that Ye Jingtang might hear him, he didn't ask further. He slowed down and came to the carriage, raised the curtain to check the situation of Ye Jingtang.

The carriage was found temporarily and was relatively simple, but the road was already covered with thick bedding.

Ye Jingtang was lying in it with his upper body bandaged, his face a little pale, and he was petting the big bird out of boredom.

Niaoniao was also a little bored. She squatted on Ye Jingtang's belly with squinted eyes. It was sometimes round and flat when being jerked off. When she noticed that the curtain was opened, she tilted her head and said, "Ji?" and looked like she was asking if she was going to a place to eat. .

"Miss Fan just sent someone to the mountain to inform you that a roast lamb has been prepared for you. You can eat it later."

"grumble!"

After Dongfang Liren comforted Niaoniao, he looked at Ye Jingtang:

"How is your health?"

Ye Jingtang leaned on the carriage, looked at the snowy tops of the mountains outside, and said with a smile:

"It's okay. You'll be fine after a few days of rest. Why don't Your Highness come in and sit and chat for a while? It's quite boring on the road."

Dongfang Liren set out with him the night before yesterday. After being rewarded with a night terror, he originally wanted to lie with him in the carriage and chat along the way.

But Ye Jingtang usually gets hard at the first touch, and now the internal balance of the body is out of balance, even more so. After a few seconds, he wants to touch Fat Dragon.

Now that we are on the carriage, if we start the fire again, we cannot make chaos in broad daylight. Therefore, Dongfang Liren said seriously:

"You are still recovering. You need to rest alone. When we get to Dongming Mountain, I will have plenty of time to chat with you."

Seeing Benben not getting in the car, Ye Jingtang knew that Benben had misunderstood, and said helplessly:

"I didn't want to do anything. It was just too stuffy in the carriage and I just wanted to chat to relieve my boredom."

Dongfang Liren didn't think that a man and a woman would lie together and just chat and do nothing. Seeing that the night terror hall was indeed quite boring, he almost made the birds fall asleep. After thinking for a while, he asked:

"Are you bored?"

"There's nothing wrong with sitting here. It's really a bit boring."

Dongfang Liren nodded lightly, lowered the curtain and came to the front of the motorcade, saying to Fan Qinghe who was still patrolling his people:

"The Night Terror Hall feels very stuffy. There must be something wrong with the Qi pulse. Miss Fan, go and have a look."

"Um?"

When Fan Qinghe heard this, he naturally did not dare to delay. He slowed down his horse and came to the carriage. He flew up and landed outside the carriage, then bent and walked in.

When Fan Qinghe arrived at Dongming Mountain, he had already changed into formal clothes, that is, the dark purple high priest's uniform.

The sacrificial clothes were relatively loose and slim, and originally did not show off the figure, but at this moment Fan Qinghe stooped in and pressed his hands on the skirt around his waist. Two soft arcs suddenly appeared on the loose skirt, and the curve of his waist was also clearly revealed.

Because his skin is originally very white and his facial features are three-dimensional, coupled with the dark eye shadow that is a bit mysterious, the whole person looks solemn and a bit enchanting.

When Ye Jingtang saw Benben leaving, he was still a little confused. When he saw Miss Fan suddenly running in, he put the bird that greeted "Jiji~" outside the window and moved to the side to make room:

"Miss Fan is really special in what she wears. She feels like a different person..."

Fan Qinghe was worried about Ye Jingtang's health, but did not exchange too many polite greetings. He sat down beside him, pulled Ye Jingtang's hand over to check his pulse, frowned and asked:

"Where do you feel bored?"

Ye Jingtang blinked his eyes, and then understood what Benben was thinking, shook his head and smiled:

"There's no one to chat with in the carriage. It's just a bit boring. It's not a chest tightness."

"..."

Fan Qinghe was speechless. Knowing that he had been fooled, he let go of his hand and wanted to run away.

But Ye Jingtang finally caught someone chatting, how could he let him run away, so he quickly said:

"You're already here. You just happened to tell me about the situation in Dongming Mountain. This is my first time here and I don't even know where it is."

Fan Qinghe thought about it. It was broad daylight and there were passers-by outside. It was impossible for Ye Jingtang to cause chaos in broad daylight. She hesitated for a moment, then sat down next to her and continued to help Ye Jingtang check her body:

"This mountain is the headquarter of the Dongming Tribe. The local name is 'Dazhai'. The Dongming Tribe has taken root here since the Liang Dynasty. I heard from the old man that King Tianlang came from here when he married. Mountain……"

Ye Jingtang followed the words and looked out the car window. He could see that on the top of the mountain he was climbing, it was not a cottage, but a complex of brick and stone buildings of quite a large scale. They were like castles on the mountain, but they were different from old and new. It was gradually formed by adding bricks and mortar from generation to generation.

Although she was already very familiar with Fan Qinghe, Ye Jingtang had never asked her about the situation at home. When he arrived at the door of the house, he suddenly asked:

"Uncle, aunt and others live up there too?"

"..."

Fan Qinghe blinked, with a little helplessness in his eyes:

"Like you, I was born before the destruction of the Wangting Kingdom. We fought with Beiliang. Basically all the young men from all tribes went to the battlefield and died in the Liaoyuan. It was not just the Qinchi tribe.

"After I was born, like other children in the clan, I was brought up by Grandma Gui. Both my parents worked in the royal court. I didn't ask where I went after that..."

When Ye Jingtang heard this, he understood the result. He sighed secretly in his heart. After a moment of silence, he persuaded:

"I destroyed King Zuo Xian, and Beiliang will definitely have to deal with it in the future. You don't have to think about these things, I will just remember them."

Ye Jingtang is indeed cleaning up Beiliang. As a descendant of Wang Ting, Fan Qinghe was quite moved when he heard this.

But if she revealed her thoughts, she might have to lean on her to help push the stick to repay the favor. For this reason, Fan Qinghe just pursed his lips and smiled, and pointed to a small village on the other side of the mountain:

"I grew up there when I was a child. When you can move around easily, I can take you there to have a look. In the past, when the witches came to steal things, they would run away from the cliff in front. Old Zhu Zong was chasing after me, and I was right there. Looking over there...

"I don't know where the demon girl is. If she comes over, I will definitely parade her through the streets so that the tribe can see who caused trouble in the mountain..."

When Ye Jingtang heard Shuishui, he felt a little missed in his heart and said with a smile:

"Shui'er escorted the Queen Mother and should have arrived at Jingjie City. We can meet each other if we go back. If we have time, we can come here again... Speaking of which, Yuhu also really wants to come and have a look. I wonder if there is a chance. .”

Fan Qinghe didn't mind the Empress of the Southern Dynasty coming over as a guest, but if she came now, there would definitely be a hundred thousand troops behind her. Many tribesmen would die in the war. She didn't know whether she should expect the army to come over, so she just said:

"Let's see if there is a chance then."

Ye Jingtang leaned forward and saw Fan Qinghe looking out at the mountain in a daze. Because she held her face and ejaculated once the day before yesterday, Miss Fan didn't object. She thought about it and moved it closer to her face, hoping to enhance the relationship between them.

Unfortunately, as soon as he made a move, the sound of gongs and drums suddenly came from the mountain in front of him, and there were a lot of footsteps coming towards him.

Dong Dong Qiang...

Fan Qinghe heard the movement, looked outside, and then quickly stood up:

"Grandma Gui has come to pick you up with the clan elders. I'll help you put down your clothes and hair. King Tianlang must look like King Tianlang. When your father came here, he charmed several mountains and countless girls. Families are competing to become dowry maids..."

Ye Jingtang found a group of old men and women coming out of the building complex on the mountain. He quickly stopped his thoughts of taking advantage, stood up, sat upright and said unexpectedly:

"Why do I look like I'm picking up a new wife? I should keep a low profile, otherwise the news that I went to Dongming Mountain to take refuge would spread and you wouldn't be able to explain it to the outside world..."

"Don't worry, we are all members of my family on the mountain, either your uncles or aunts. How could the news about you be leaked..."

"Yeah?"

"The middle-aged man in yellow clothes at the front is called Fan Lu. He is the cousin of Princess Tianlang. My name is Fourth Brother, and you can call me Fourth Uncle..."

"Uh...then what should I call you? Qinghe or Aunt Fan?"

"Oh, it's okay if you don't call me..."

…

Fan Qinghe introduced the tribesmen to Ye Jingtang and usually helped tie their hair. Seeing that Ye Jingtang's lips turned white, he even wanted to give them some rouge.

But Ye Jingtang is a big man, and he really didn't dare to be flashy. After rubbing his face a few times to make his complexion look normal, he and Fan Qinghe got off the carriage...