In front of the Huode Hall, the nobles from Zhushan County have been present one after another, and sat on both sides of the desks where incense and offerings are prepared, but the front row is still empty in those positions on both sides.

As in previous years, these positions may only be left to the Master of the Feng family and his children. In the eyes of most people in Zhushan County, if the Feng family is prosperous, Zhushan County can continue to flourish safely.

Feng Qinghan was still young. Although he was extremely famous in Zhushan County, he didn't need to interfere in any chores. So after greeting some noble people who came, he just stood quietly and waited.

The road was already extremely crowded, and the crowd was like a tide. It only separated when the team of the Kitchen God or the Jump God was carrying the menstruation. After passing by, it suddenly closed.

It takes a lot of time for people in the distance to squeeze into the Huode Hall.

However, Feng Qinghan's eyes suddenly narrowed slightly, and a faint murderous intent surged on his tender face.

He saw a white cloud sweeping at an astonishing speed on the eaves in the distance.

In the crowded crowd in front of the Huode Hall, someone also saw this vision, and screams kept ringing.

In the white cloud, two figures could be seen vaguely, which was no different from the legendary sword immortal who was flying in the clouds and fog.

Feng Futang took a deep breath. As the most capable manager of the Feng family, he was naturally more persistent than Feng Qinghan, so he did not feel as anticipated as Feng Qinghan, and he was a little uneasy.

Xue Wangxu fell in the field.

Among the nobles who have already sat down, there are naturally many practitioners, but they can all feel the magnificent aura of heaven and earth in the clouds.

Compared with their cultivation level, this breath is the difference between heaven and earth.

So everyone was trembling, no one dared to speak, and the scene was silent.

This silence even spread out, and even the crowds around the Huode Hall became much quieter and no longer noisy.

Feng Qinghan naturally knew what level the white-haired and white-bearded old man had reached, but he did not feel any fear at all. Instead, a colder smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

His eyes fell on Ding Ning behind Xue Wangxu.

Ding Ning stood behind Xue Wangxu, calm as usual.

He sensitively felt Feng Qinghan's unkind eyes. Although he didn't even know Feng Qinghan's identity at this moment, he had already vaguely guessed a possibility.

He didn't even look back at Feng Qinghan, but just shook his head gently unconsciously.

Feng Futang stepped forward and still bowed respectfully to Xue Wangxu, saying, "Why did Lord Xue Cave change his mind today and come to watch the ceremony?"

Xue Wangxu turned his head to look at Ding Ning, then looked at Feng Futang, and smiled indifferently, "Yesterday he said I was hypocritical, and today I won't be so hypocritical."

Feng Futang's face was slightly stiff and he whispered: "Today there are calligraphy and paintings of His Highness, and on such occasions... I'm afraid it's not appropriate?"

Xue Wangxu said calmly: "Of course, after watching the Queen's calligraphy and paintings, he helped the people of Zhushan County to entertain themselves."

Feng Futang took a deep breath, said nothing more, but made a gesture of invitation and said, "Since that's the case, please take the seat by Master Xuedong."

Xue Wangxu said lightly: "I have been sitting for a long time, so I'll be fine if I stand."

Feng Futang remained silent and stepped down respectfully.

...

Since they are no longer hypocritical, no one will pay attention to Xue Wangxu and Ding Ning.

The nobles of Zhushan County who had already sat down looked at Xue Wangxu's attitude towards Feng Futang, and vaguely guessed that Xue Wangxu and Ding Ning were not here to support him, but to seek revenge, and some sarcasm flowed out of their eyes.

In their opinion, the Feng family will never be afraid of trouble. What they need to see is how these two foreigners ended up.

The statue of the Kitchen God who had been parading around was first seated.

Then the team of the great gods danced around the statue of the kitchen god and jumped harder, and various offerings were presented to the tribute table.

Almost as the tribute was placed, the crowds around were cheering everywhere, and a light chariot was walking in front of them. The curtains on the chariot looked extremely luxurious, but there was no one sitting. There was a jade plate in the middle, and there was a scroll of brocade-faced painting in the middle.

Behind this chariot, the group of people walking were all from the Feng family. Among them, they were wearing plain Zen clothes, and the spotless Feng Qianzhuo was at the forefront.

The people on both sides of the road obviously respected Feng Qianzhuo to the extreme, and no one even knelt down along the street and gave him a big bow.

Looking at this scene, Ding Ning's face was still extremely calm, like a rock in the tide.

Xue Wangxu couldn't help but shake his head, "It seems that he is really good to the Zheng people in this place."

Ding Ningru Changsun Qianxue always said in a cold tone: "If you are really good, when you are attacked by the army in Bashan Sword Field, he should have died in battle with other brothers."

Xue Wangxu looked at him with some concern and said, "It's not a good thing to know too much about the story."

Ding Ning said: "No matter whether it is a story or a thing now, some truths will never change. This is the reason why I like Senior Brother Zhang Yi but not Senior Brother Su Qin."

Xue Wangxu was slightly stunned and praised: "It makes sense. Even if Zhang Yi is kind to her mother-in-law, she does care for her classmates... Sometimes it is difficult to discuss right or wrong, but first of all, she must discuss basic integrity."

Feng Qianzhuo walked to the incense table.

During this process, he didn't even look at Xue Wangxu. He did not look arrogant in the shouts of the surrounding mountain people, and always maintained absolute humility, as if the chariot in front of him was not only a scroll of the queen, but a queen himself was sitting.

He was the first to start burning incense and then to speak. Unlike in previous years, the focus of his speech today naturally gathered on this scroll of the queen.

What we are talking about is naturally how generous the queen is and how she cared for Zhushan County. At the annual Kitchen God Temple Fair today, the queen also specially painted a picture of auspiciousness in her hand to pray for all the people of Zhushan County.

Listening to such words, the voices of "His Queen" and "His Queen" kept ringing in my ears, and a layer of coldness slowly rose on Ding Ning's calm face, which was lowered and lowered, with his head hanging down.

He thought coldly in his heart, but in order to avoid Xue Wangxu's excessive worries, he did not speak out directly.

If the most noble woman in the Qin Empire was so generous and caring for the Zheng people at this moment, why did the Zheng people not see her standing up and saying something when the Zheng people were destroyed when countless Zheng people died during the hard work of building canals and migrating?

On the contrary, during those times, she acted even more cruel than many Qin people, just because she didn't want people to associate her with Zheng people too much.

If this was a little repentance and compensation for the coldness of the past, would she have a little repentance when she thought of many other things in the past and those excessive coldness of the past?

...

The temple fair soon reached its climax.

In the thunderous voice of the Queen of the Monk Shanhu in Zhushan County, Feng Qianzhuo saluted the scroll with great solemnity, then took out the scroll, walked to the statue of the Kitchen God, and untied the golden thread tied to the scroll.

All the sounds quickly disappeared and the fields quickly became quiet.

Everyone wants to see what is drawn in the scroll written by the Queen himself.

Ding Ning wanted to know too, so he took a deep breath and slowly raised his head.

Feng Qianzhuo's hands were extremely stable, and the scroll slowly unfolded in his hands.

An incredible voice rang out.

Even many people in Zhushan County trembled all over in fear, and some even cried in fear.

Because the scroll that Feng Qianzhuo unfolded at this time was actually blank, a strange white, revealing a coldness that was hard to describe in words, making people think of the extremely bitter and cold snow.

The Queen gave the painting, but there was nothing on the scroll, with only a piece of snow-white, bitter and cold. What does this mean?

Is there something wrong in Zhushan County? Is the Queen using this painting to express the meaning of warning?

However, at this moment, most people's eyes widened involuntarily.

A majestic and majestic aura suddenly flowed out from the blank bitter and cold scroll.

Only practitioners can feel that there are suddenly many lines of the flow of heaven and earth energy in front of this scroll, which are talisman lines condensed with spiritual consciousness.

Straws of red emerge from the blank scroll.

A bright red appeared in the bitter and cold snow, and then everyone saw that it was a warm and blooming red plum.

The moment this red plum blossom appeared intact on the scroll, countless wisps of real bright red fire appeared in the air ahead, slowly rising, forming countless red flowers in the air.

These flowers warm the air around the entire Huode Hall.

"The bitter cold is gone, and the red plums are in full bloom... This is the sweetness of the bitterness is gone!"

Someone shouted such a voice in the crowd.

The fear and suspicion of all the people in Zhushan County disappeared completely. Looking at the flowers that were truly condensed into the fire, awe and gratitude remained in their eyes.

Such a scene and such majesty are a real miracle for them.

"The queen's realm is higher than mine."

Feeling the sudden formation of invisible talisman lines and the soft energy of heaven and earth in the air, Xue Wangxu said softly and respectfully: "I'm afraid that the last breaking state is only the eighth realm."

Ding Ning's face was slightly white, and it was reflected in a bit of a sickly red color by the bright red flowers that were scattered like flowers of the heavenly women.

It was not until this time that Feng Qianzhuo's eyes truly fell on Xue Wangxu.

At this age, what else can you not understand?

Do you still have to think about being angry today when you see such a picture?
Chapter completed!