Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked back to the courtyard where the eldest son's house was located. The glass fish tank in the courtyard in front of the hall had been destroyed. Looking up at the plaque, it was written by his father Xuanyuan Jingcheng in regular script. Through the hall, there was an imperial decree building. The teenager Xuanyuan Jingcheng spent almost all his time here. The collection of scriptures contains more than 6,000 volumes, but it is completely different from the Wending Pavilion. There are very few martial arts secrets here, all of which are classics of various schools of thought. The small building is simple, but the windows are bright and the top floor has a wide view, so you can observe the southern star and the northern dipper.

There is a Ganoderma lucidum courtyard with a wide storefront. On both sides are small wing rooms, which are originally for accommodation for servants, but the eldest son's house is cold and does not like noise, so she left a close maid. The wing rooms are all used as miscellaneous items. Many poems and articles that Xuanyuan Jingcheng expressed his feelings when he was young were discarded by her, scattered on the tables and chairs. On the side of the corridor are a pair of male and female pine trees with a zigzag root and a pair of pinnacles, which are intricate and sequential, making people feel cold and silent. Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked backwards to the woman's private back hall. There were countless couplets of calligraphy and paintings, and she picked them away. Only a large plaque "Tathagata is better to go" hanging in the hall. Maybe she survived because she had too much difficulty in carrying it.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng walked to the tea room with a view of the Dragon King River. When she saw her sitting quietly, there was a piece of ashes beside her, and only a white jade scroll was left in a scroll. Xuanyuan Qingfeng said coldly: "My father killed his ancestors with the realm of land god. Xuanyuan Jingyi was successfully attacked by Huang Fangfo and Hong Piao, and his grandfather was driven down the mountain. The prince of Beiliang Xu Fengnian killed more than ten people outside the snow-capped pavement, and asked the light cavalry to hang his corpse at the Yimen Gate of Huishan, threatening to not accept any Huishan people. Now, Huishan guests have gone to three or four, and the rest of the idle and scattered rivers and lakes have chosen to go down the mountain."

Only when a woman faced her daughter Xuanyuan Qingfeng, she would not be able to keep her words and expressions from thousands of miles away. She laughed softly: "Isn't this a great opportunity for Qingfeng to take over Huishan? Xuanyuan Jingcheng swept the snow-capped floor, and the prince of Beiliang was eyeing her. It was just an internal and external trouble. The ministers who revived in the history books stood up at this time and turned the tide down. Only by being grateful and fearful, can people control the hearts of others be just the four-word truth of kindness and power.

If my mother was not wrong, Xuanyuan Jingcheng had reached a secret agreement with the prince. In addition to the two obvious chess, Huang Fangfo and Hong Piao, there were some secret chesses. Is it? My mother was most curious about whether the prince had spoken out loud and put forward some demands to make Qingfeng embarrassed? If she married into the Prince of Beiliang as a concubine, it would be fine. With the hundreds of years of foundation of the Xuanyuan family in Huishan as a dowry, there are not many women in the world who have such a big deal, right?"

The woman's voice was soft and very pleasant, but the meaning in her words was told by her, and the scene was so cold that it was so cold that it was so cold.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng laughed uncontrollably, and even burst into tears. He reached out to wipe his tears and said, "I have disappointed my mother so much. The prince looked down on this Huishan Mountain, let alone Xuanyuan Qingfeng who can't even get a rouge review. This is a weirdo, you didn't give birth to Qingfeng even more in the past!"

The woman was not angry, but just waited quietly for Xuanyuan Qingfeng to finish laughing. Seeing that her daughter's cheeks could not be stopped, she reached out to help wipe them off, but was slapped off by Xuanyuan Qingfeng. She still didn't care and said gently: "The rat was gone because of the food, and the dog was sleeping boldly for the poor family. Unfortunately, this is to say that those small families, but although Huishan's energy was terrible, it may not be really depressed. Guniu Dagang encountered this day, compared to the top-line masters of the Wu family's sword tomb in Beijing a hundred years ago

It is almost dead in Mang's territory, so it is better to get better. The prince of Beiliang hung his body to shock everyone. It is clearly building momentum for Qingfeng. As you said, the prince's ambition is not in Huishan, so it is better. When he leads his troops away, if Qingfeng feels that he is short of money and is not enough to control the situation, he can seek some protection from Longhu Mountain. Tianshi Mansion and Guniu Dagang have been prospering and losing both together for hundreds of years. Distant relatives are not as good as close neighbors. It means we and Longhu Mountain."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered: "After all, I'm asking for help."

The woman murmured softly: "If you live for a lifetime, you will ask for the parents of the King of Heaven and Earth. How can you ask for others?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng said expressionlessly: "The prince left more than a hundred light cavalry in Huishan, saying that he wanted them to carry the secret copy of the Ending Pavilion to return to Beiliang."

The woman smiled and said, "Xuanyuan Jingcheng said something, it is rare for my mother to remember. A man's talent in his belly is tens of millions of pounds, not as big as a woman's chest. In my mother's opinion, this prince obviously still has ideas about Qingfeng. Whether to be the princess of Beiliang or not is not a big deal, and the bells and food of a princely family may not be a blessing for women. But if you can take advantage of the momentum to stabilize Huishan, it is the first major event at present. My mother talks more, no matter how talented Yuan Tingshan is, you won't meet in the future. No matter how high the achievements are, it is not as beneficial as the prince of Beiliang. In a short period of time, the prince of Beiliang can only be close to each other and not alienated. As for what kind of situation is like in the long run, it is just like playing chess. Qingfeng should not be eager to take root."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng was stunned and absent-minded. He reached out and poured himself a glass of wine. The wine was still warm and mellow, so he raised his head and drank it hard.

The woman, who is no longer young, has a soft look and smiles: "A glass of osmanthus wine enters her mouth, and two peach blossoms come on her face."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng said calmly: "This is written by his father."

She said calmly: "Xuanyuan Jingcheng has said so much and written so much, there are always a few sentences that I will remember. Ancient books record that Zhaoyao Mountain has many ancient osmanthus, but when my mother went up the mountain, there was not much left. Among them, the Tang osmanthus is the oldest and most prosperous. Every autumn, the osmanthus is like rain, prosperous but not charming."

She hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "It's like Xuanyuan Jingcheng is a man."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng held the wine glass tightly, looked up and stared at her, gritted his teeth and choked and said, "Isn't it extremely sarcastic to talk about my father's good now?"

She said calmly: "Did you ever say that Xuanyuan Jingcheng is not good?"

Xuanyuan Qingfeng bit the corner of his mouth, and blood leaked into the wine glass. He asked with a trembling voice: "Mom, have you ever liked dad, even a little bit?"

She shook her head and said, "I don't know."

Xuanyuan Qingfeng sneered like a madman and said, "That's what I've never liked. Poor Dad has studied for you for twenty years and has read the most ridiculous land god in the world for thousands of years!"

She did not refute.

Xuanyuan Qingfeng threw away the wine glass, stood up suddenly, and turned his back to her, and said in a deep voice: "Mom, don't worry, Dad has spent his energy to create the current situation. Qingfeng will definitely fight to the death to prevent Huishan from falling so that he can live a safe and stable old age!"

She still didn't say anything.

When Xuanyuan Qingfeng left the courtyard, she slowly got up, picked up the hot wine pot without feeling the pain, and walked straight to the snow-capped floor.

The rain comes after sunny, and the scenery on the heavy snow is pleasant.

She came to the cliff and showed a sad smile that no one had ever seen before, "Jingcheng, I won't be angry with you."

She jumped.

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