A cold snorted from the air, and the wind swelled, but it didn't stop. Then a figure stood in front of the two of them in a flash.

Feng Yuheng looked at the man and said, "Actually, if you are in terms of light skills, you can't beat me. If you fight alone, you will be more powerful and your fighting style is more direct and savage. I'm afraid Huangquan will suffer." She said as she patted Huangquan, "It's okay, General Bu is just coming to the county lord to talk about the past, don't be nervous." He looked up at Bu Cong and smiled, "Don't be nervous, let's take it easy, this county lord doesn't eat people."

The visitor was Bu Cong. He returned to Beijing to report his work during the New Year. Now that the first month has passed, it is time to prepare to return to Dongdaying. This time he entered the palace to give the emperor his last military report before leaving Beijing, but he did not expect to meet Feng Yuheng on the way down.

On the day he returned to Beijing, the two met on the street. He felt that the girl in front of him seemed completely different from that of more than three years ago. Feng Yuheng, whom he knew before, was just a light temperament, but he was not as fierce as he is now. The encounter that day made him feel like he was looking at strangers.

This New Year was in Beijing. He was interested in asking, but the more he inquired, the more he became more and more shocked. Feng Yuheng's skill was not surprising. After all, her grandfather was Yao Xian. But when did Feng Yuheng shoot arrows? When did he know martial arts? When did he have such deep feelings for the King of Imperial beings who everyone was afraid of?

The ninth prince Xuan Tianming, there were almost no one else in the world except the seventh prince. There were many women in the capital who admired him, including Princess Qingle. But Momo liked him in his heart, but he was so fond of him like Qingle. He was directly set fire to the palace by this man and refused to do so.

When he was young, he asked his father to go to Feng Mansion to propose marriage. At that time, Feng Yuheng and the ninth prince had already had an engagement. The Bu family bit the bullet and proposed marriage, for fear of being suppressed and retaliated by the ninth prince. However, the ninth prince had no reaction to this matter at all, and even told the public that if the Feng family dared to let him fulfill the engagement, he would also send the Feng family a fire.

Everyone thought this was a joke in the engagement, but they didn't expect that they would become real in a high-profile manner.

He also thought that Xuan Tianming was acting on purpose. After several investigations, he found out that Feng Yuheng was even heavier than life to Xuan Tianming.

Bu Cong could not understand what had happened, but suddenly he had such a deep friendship between two people who had no intersection, so that... he had no chance at all.

"Ah Heng." Bu Cong looked at the girl in front of him, with curved eyebrows, deep eyes, faint pink fair skin, and thin lips. It was said that most people with such thin lips were ruthless, but he felt that love was just not used for the right person. For example, there was a lot of affection between this girl and Xuan Tianming.

"General Bu." Feng Yuheng replied, his eyes swept and landed on the sword around his waist. "You can wear a sword when you enter the palace. It is more important to see General Bu Bu's emperor." She deliberately emphasized the word "官网", and at the same time noticed a slight contraction in Bu Cong's pupils.

"With the emperor's love, can't the county lord be able to enter and exit the palace freely? I heard that he doesn't even need a waist card."

"Yeah." She nodded, "Just look at her face. General Bu was just coming fiercely, but he scared the county lord very much. Haha, fortunately I'm fine, otherwise I would be really scared, I'm afraid the Bu family will spend money."

Bu Cong was stunned and didn't understand what she meant by spending money. Huang Quan said the following words for Feng Yuheng: "Your Highness Nine has always loved my lady. If you know that General Bu was shocked, you would definitely go to Bu's house to ask for someone to speak. Therefore, it is better for generals, forbidden areas in the Great Inner to walk carefully."

"Hmph!" Bu Cong let out a muffled groan, and glared at Huang Quan with anger.

Huang Quan was not afraid of him, so he glared back. The contest between the two caused Feng Yuheng to giggle, and then she said, "General Bu is so arrogant. He is so arrogant and is not afraid of losing his identity with a little girl."

Bu Cong felt a little embarrassed when she said this, and couldn't help but turn his eyes to Feng Yuheng again, but he immediately turned his expression back, and suddenly said, "Master Ji'an County, how about it?"

"You can't use swords and guns in the palace." Feng Yuheng reminded him, "The general's ability should be used on the battlefield, rather than asking for trouble for a little woman when he is idle."

As she spoke, she walked forward with her shoulders intertwined. She was short and her shoulders were about to rub her between her elbows, but Bucong moved his body and directly blocked Feng Yuheng's path.

Huang Quan wanted to say why you are so shameless? Before you could say anything, Feng Yuheng suddenly stretched out his right hand, his five fingers were clawed, and he poked his way straight to Bu Cong's throat.

Bu Cong flickered quickly and stepped back step by step. As he walked quickly, he raised his arms to resist Feng Yuheng, but when he saw the girl's hand in front of him quickly retracted, his body bent, and he turned around, and he was behind him in an instant.

He also retracted his body and avoided the fatal part of the back of his head. He tried to catch Feng Yuheng. Unfortunately, this grabbed the sky, and Feng Yuheng still did not know the light skills of the ancients, but she was better because she was small and had high flexibility in her body. When Bu Cong touched her with his back hand, she had given up on her merit and instead defended her waist, bowing her backwards, and drew out in a huge arc, just avoiding his arm.

Bu Cong didn't expect Feng Yuheng's movement to be so fast. He gritted his teeth and was about to rush upwards. However, he didn't expect that when his feet flew away from the ground, his ankles would cool down and tighten again. He was shocked and looked down at him, and saw a piece of slender cloth strip tied his ankles firmly. The other end of the cloth strip was pulled in Feng Yuheng's hand. She pulled Bu Cong, who had already flew into the air, and then she threw it out like an arrow.

However, Bu Cong was a general who had been through sand war for a long time, and his skills were great. He was not sure about the details, but he got Feng Yuheng's move, but when he fell out, he beat him up and found his momentum.

People who are good at fighting are always more and more excited. The battle with Feng Yuheng made him feel very satisfied. After he stopped, he did not take a break for a moment and rushed over again.

Huang Quan wanted to come forward to fight Feng Yuheng, but Feng Yuheng said, "You are standing next to you. I want to see if a big man blocked the road in the dismount in the palace and killed a little girl. Is there anyone who cares about such shameless things!"

Bu Cong's face felt hot. His original intention was to compete. He just wanted to test Feng Yuheng's kung fu foundation and see if he had any real skills. This was not to be close to the killer.

But he immediately realized that he was fighting too hard. From speaking to attacking, and then flying to the moment he flew in front of him, he had always been [Bayi Chinese website www.x81zw.info]. He attacked. He was thinking about one thing in his mind, but seeing it in others' eyes, another thing, Ah Heng misunderstood him.

As soon as he thought of this, Bu Cong's body rushing forward slowed down. He looked at Feng Yuheng and wanted to say that it was not like that, but before he could say anything, Feng Yuheng had already approached. He slowed down. He didn't slow down, and saw that the cloth strip in Feng Yuheng's hand had been twisted into a twill force at some point. He held it in her hand like a whip, and he whipped it at him without hesitation.

Bang!

With a sound, it fell down and hit the upper left arm.

He turned sideways and wanted to hide, but with another sound, bloodstained in his right upper arm.

Seeing that she was really here, Bu Cong was so scared that he quickly retreated. He could almost escape nearly ten steps away in a mess. He looked up again and saw the girl's sharp eyes staring at her, and the force of the cloth strip in her hand had dissipated. She shook the cloth strip and threw it to Huang Quan: "After leaving the palace, find a place to throw it away, the blood-stained thing is disgusting."

Bu Cong's face turned red with anger. He looked at the strip carefully. It seemed like a piece of decoration that a woman wrapped around her neck. He was not allowed to bring weapons in the palace. He was a general and had to be allowed by the emperor to come in with a sword. However, he ignored that Feng Yuheng usually used soft whips, and he didn't expect that this girl had already used soft whips so well that any cloth strip could be used as a whip.

He stared at Feng Yuheng blankly, and the feeling of "she is not Feng Yuheng at all" flashed in his mind again.

The thought flashed, and I couldn't help it, and I asked it out in a moment - "Who are you?"

Feng Yuheng was not uncommon to his words. After all, he met him on the street a few days ago, and Bu Cong also asked such words. He was a little bored and a little wary.

This is the first time that someone has clearly questioned her true identity when he came to this Dashun Dynasty. Bu Cong didn't believe that she was Feng Yuheng, and this suspicion alone was already annoying enough.

Feng Yuheng frowned impatiently and said loudly: "If I can't beat me, I will start to talk about something useless? Who am I? Everyone in the capital knows who I am. What is General Bu questioning?"

Bu Cong stared at her for a long time, but still shook his head, "No, although Aheng I know doesn't like to pay attention to others, or even ignore me, she doesn't know martial arts, and she doesn't speak as sharply as you. I don't have much contact with Aheng, but I, Bu Cong, have always taken her to heart since I was a child. I know more about Aheng than anyone else, and you can't fool me."

His words were so firm that Feng Yuheng was slightly shocked. The original owner's memory did not leave much about General Bu. The Bu Cong she knew was from others and never knew how deep his feelings for the original owner were. Now she felt a little guilty after hearing what he said. If this person was really serious, it would be a problem.

When it is true, it is true. She is Feng Yuheng, but she is just under Feng Yuheng's body. No one pointed out this and made everything safe. Once someone raises a question, even if it cannot be confirmed, it will be a conspiracy to fall into the hearts of others.

Just like the legend of Fengchenyu's Fengsheng, some people sneer at it, but they always think about it at critical moments. What if everyone in the world hears this rumor? The result is that no matter who Fengchenyu married, if that person has the ability to ascend to the dragon throne, the people will definitely think that it is the destiny of heaven.

She was stunned for a moment. It was this time that Bu Cong's suspicion even more. He seemed to have grabbed Feng Yuheng's handle, reached out to the tip of her nose, and said loudly: "Tell me! Who are you?"

As soon as she said this, Feng Yuheng's eyes suddenly covered with a layer of mist, and an inexplicable grievance appeared on her face, which was originally very sharp. She shook her little mouth a few times, and the mist in her eyes was about to turn into water droplets and flow down.

Bu Cong regretted it a little. He shouldn't have treated this girl like this. It's obviously Aheng, who else can it be?

Just as he was thinking of saying a few soft words, Feng Yuheng suddenly ran towards him, so aggrieved, so sad, and scared, as if he wanted to immediately pounce into his arms for comfort.

A soft corner in his heart was finally touched, and subconsciously opened his arms, ready to welcome the girl to rush into his arms-
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