lovenovelstory Chapter 85 Golden Words
Chapter 85 Golden Words
Chapter 85 Golden Words
Empress Feng Xuanji of the Great Liang Dynasty, the mother of the nation, and the Empress of the Phoenix Palace.
Ouyang Xue was famous in the martial arts world for her beauty and was known as the most beautiful woman in Jiangnan.
Feng Xuanji was once the most beautiful woman in the Central Plains.
Since ancient times, it has been a beautiful story to pair a beauty with a hero. However, Feng Xuanji did not come from the martial arts world, but from an official family. Her destiny was neither that of a talented scholar nor a hero, but that of the cold and austere imperial palace.
It is said that the imperial harem is full of intrigue and strife. In the struggle for favor, one wrong step could lead to an unexplained death.
However, the harem under Feng Xuanji's rule was very stable.
With no favor to fight for, what is there to struggle for? They are all just pitiful people sticking together for warmth.
Feng Xuanji thought this way, but she didn't know that even without the emperor's favor, the women in the harem had already fought tooth and nail for their respective positions.
It's just that no one will dare to challenge her.
The maid who invited Sheng Wansong to the palace was named Gan Ningguang, and Feng Xuanji called her Ning'er.
Because they were secretly inviting outsiders, and it was a man entering the palace, they did not go through the main gate, but entered through a small side door.
They all wore headscarves and entered the palace under the cover of several other palace maids.
The fall of the imperial star had already sparked numerous rumors among the people, but the royal family stubbornly maintained appearances, claiming that the emperor was in seclusion cultivating the art of immortality.
Sheng Wansong observed the beautiful scenery inside the Forbidden City with great interest.
Although I visited it once at night, the beauty of the Forbidden City was not designed for people with night vision; its beauty and prosperity can only be fully displayed under the sunlight.
He's not like Granny Liu; he wouldn't make a fool of himself just to appreciate the beautiful scenery.
"Young Master Sheng, this way."
As they passed the inner palace, Ningji walked straight through the gate and waved to Sheng Wansong, signaling him to continue forward.
Sheng Wansong passed by the harem a second time but did not enter, and felt no regret.
Although he missed out on the beauties of the imperial harem, the one who invited him to a private meeting this time was the previous beauty of the Central Plains.
The Forbidden City was thoroughly purged by Sheng Wansong last time, during which all the guards and eunuchs with martial arts skills were killed.
When I returned today, there were still martial artists patrolling the area, but now they were all beautiful young women.
Although their strength was slightly inferior to that of the original imperial guards, they were still rare talents.
Noticing Sheng Wansong's probing, Ning'er smiled and said, "Last time, the imperial guards were wiped out by that Xuanbing Demon, and the rest were all taken away by His Majesty and their whereabouts are unknown."
"The Forbidden City cannot be without guards, so Her Majesty the Empress summoned experts from her family, and the Feng family is a family that values women."
It turned out to be the case.
Sheng Wansong withdrew his gaze and continued to follow Ning'er to the outside of a palace called "Yangxin Hall".
The Hall of Mental Cultivation was originally where the emperor reviewed memorials and lived in his daily quarters.
They moved here in just a few days ago, and Feng Xuanji has already moved in.
Wow, what an extraordinary woman.
The guards at the entrance of the Hall of Mental Cultivation were also two women.
These two women are the most skilled among the female guards, and their strength is slightly greater than that of Shangguan Hong.
She was about thirty years old, but her appearance was no different from that of a young girl in her late teens or early twenties. It must be because the cultivation method she practiced had the wonderful effect of preserving her youth.
"Sister Feng, I've brought the person."
Ning'er walked quickly to the front of the Hall of Mental Cultivation and called out to it.
"Come in."
A lazy voice came from inside the hall.
The female guard immediately pushed open the door, and Ning'er stepped aside, gesturing for Sheng Wansong to enter.
After Sheng Wansong entered, the female guard closed the door again.
Feng Xuanji sat behind her desk, reviewing memorials.
Incense was burning in the corner of the room, filling the space with a refreshing fragrance.
She processed it very quickly; the seal used for stamping, no matter how Sheng Wansong looked at it, was Emperor Ying's private seal.
"I am busy with official duties, please have a seat and wait a moment, young hero."
Sheng Wansong, always acting independently, strolled around the Hall of Mental Cultivation, looking through the documents and books, and casually asked, "As far as I know, the Hall of Mental Cultivation is where the emperor reviews memorials."
"The Emperor is dead."
Feng Xuanji didn't even look up, the memorial in front of her rapidly descending in height. "Since Young Hero Sheng was present that night, he should know about this matter."
Before Sheng Wansong had to wait long, Feng Xuanji finished processing all the memorials and exhaled a breath of stale air.
"I apologize for keeping you waiting, young hero. These are all the memorials submitted by the Great Liang Dynasty over the past three years. I thought you would arrive even later."
Sheng Wansong admired her work efficiency, knowing she was a very capable woman, and exclaimed, "If you were in charge, Daliang wouldn't have fallen to such a state."
Sheng Wansong did not see how Feng Xuanji reviewed the memorials, but what he said was definitely not flattery.
After all, the situation wouldn't be any worse even if the throne were given to a dog.
If it were anyone else, Daliang would be in a better situation than he is now.
Feng Xuanji also understood this principle; no one would be happy to be praised as being better than Emperor Ying.
"I have invited you here today because I have a request."
Unlike the empresses and imperial concubines in palace dramas who refer to themselves as "this palace," Feng Xuanji refers to herself as "a very ordinary person."
"What is it?"
"The Forbidden City is haunted."
This was originally impossible, as the Forbidden City was the center of the Great Liang Dynasty, and the fate of the entire country was concentrated there.
Apart from the fact that the resentment in Dan Pavilion was too heavy and too deep, it was impossible for any other place to have a dead soul.
But that night, Sheng Wansong destroyed the imperial star, which was tantamount to completely erasing the fate of the Great Liang Dynasty.
Nowadays, officials in Daliang, unless they possess good fortune themselves, can no longer rely on their official career for protection.
The reason why Han Lingsha's intelligence contained so much information related to cults was that someone discovered that her magic could be effective on Liang Dynasty officials and generals.
"If it's haunted, why not invite a professional Taoist master or monk? If the Empress gives the word, how could the head of the Zhengyi sect not come?"
"Moreover, the royal family also has the Imperial Observatory."
Feng Xuanji shook her head and sighed, "Family scandals should not be aired in public."
"As for the Imperial Observatory."
Mentioning the Imperial Observatory, a look of hidden resentment appeared on Feng Xuanji's beautiful face. "I rushed to the Imperial Observatory on the night the star fell, only to find it deserted."
"They left only a letter, saying that the Great Liang was doomed and they had already set off to find another wise ruler."
Those fortune tellers are clever, aren't they?
Sheng Wansong laughed out loud without thinking. He composed himself and said, "Knowing that the ship is about to sink, why cling to the oars and perish with it?"
"Because this ship is carrying many people who cannot leave."
Feng Xuanji asked with a serious expression, "Young Master Sheng, this golden word you spoke of is now only asking you for help."
Her lips were not gold, but a vibrant red.
Sheng Wansong smiled slightly.
"Each situation should be analyzed individually, and we should take a look at the bigger picture."
If they were infant spirits within the Pill Pavilion, Sheng Wansong would not take the initiative to attack them.
However, if it is an evil spirit that has drifted in from an unknown place, Sheng Wansong would not mind helping her as long as Feng Xuanji can afford the price.