In the autumn of the 12th year of Ningrui, the golden ears were harvested, and the autumn wind was mixed with the sweat of farmers flying in the soft and warm wind. During the harvest season, taxes and tribute finances in various places were carried out during this season.

Originally, Liu Da, who was in charge of the field and grain, agreed with the emperor that they would participate in the autumn harvest festival together this year. Now Yan Yu is far away from the border guarding the city, and she is the only one in the Kyoto of Jiang Kingdom.

In the palace roads, the ministers were wearing grade-level official robes. Although they were not as grand as the festivals in previous years, they were also in order and happy under the auspices of Feng Huali.

Since Yan Yu ascended the throne, the autumn harvest festival has been one of the ceremonies he never missed. This festival not only welcomes the tributes of the kings and the vassal kings in various places, but also takes care of the political marriage between the royal family and the vassals.

Now that Yan Yu is not here, Empress Dowager Rong Yi dies suddenly. The one who can say is the Empress Shu Concubine Feng Huali and Feng Xiang who was in the previous dynasty.

Feng Huali in Dongfu Palace held Yan Yu's home letter in one hand and looked at the peony flowers that were about to bloom in the yard thoughtfully. The leaves on the willow trees on both sides of the peony flowers also began to turn from emerald green to a color with yellow in green.

The breath of autumn began to cover the colorful flowers all over the garden. The blue bricks and green tiles in the distance reflected a bright yellow light under the sun. The sun shone on the marble floor that Fenghua was not far away, and the warm atmosphere surrounded the entire hall.

Yan Yu wrote to him that Rong You saw him and intended to ask Rong Yi's cause of death and the mastermind behind the scenes. Obviously, Rong You also knew that there were too many mysteries in the war initiated by the excuse of Queen Mother Rong Yi's sudden death, but he wanted to avenge Rong Yi, and Rong You's various actions revealed some ambiguous embarrassment.

Not long after, Rong You was recalled to Yin Kingdom on the eve of the Mid-Autumn Festival. The 200,000 troops left at the border were on standby. The other 300,000 troops in Daxi were ready to move, and Yan Yu did not dare to leave without permission.

On the other hand, a spy from Yin Kingdom reported that the King of Yin Kingdom had appointed a peasant woman who looked similar to Rong Yi as the princess. Everyone knew that these many coincidences were unusual, but they had to watch calmly on the surface, making the other party confused and dare not act rashly. Under the intentional or seemingly unintentional planning of both parties, the situation seemed turbulent.

Feng Huali had vaguely felt that Rong You had love for Rong Yi, and it was not difficult to imagine that the king of Yin Kingdom should also have a deep relationship with Rong Yi. Sure enough, these actions this time Yin Kingdom also wanted to investigate Rong Yi's death and the person behind Rong Yi's writings.

The Yin Kingdom's move made the battle a little inappropriate. He even dragged Yan Yu and Daxi tightly in the Rongcheng area, which was very close to the shaman's villages. Recently, many unfavorable news about Kunlun's confrontation with the shaman came one after another.

Meng Changqing and Meng Changyin are among the best masters in the world. Qi Qianshu Shen is still missing. What kind of experiments are being done with Meng Changyue in preventing and controlling spells, and the prisoners in the prison are crying and howling in peace.

There are so many things. When will she go to find her Yan Yu? Feng Huali is a little unhappy. What makes her even more trouble is that he doesn't know how to write to Yan Yu home every time...

Yue Di outside the hall was busy for this autumn harvest ceremony for half a month. Not only did she ask for a letter from her internal affairs, but she also had to ask her for her official duties outside. Who said she was the capable young manager around the Empress?

It's time to sacrifice to the god Xie Qiu in another hour. Yue Di is already busy and her feet are not touching the ground. Looking at the lady who is still writing letters to the emperor in the hall, Yue Di has a headache and has a master who can't worry about it. What can she do?

Su San clicked and looked at the little maid who came to urge Concubine Shu, and pulled the maid to the corridor on the side of the hall. Looking at the little maid who was still struggling, he immediately took out a pack of chicken legs wrapped in oil paper, "Eat it, little greedy cat."

Yue Di nodded happily, not caring about him pulling her to the side hall. While eating, he said vaguely: "Lunch is not useful at this moment, your chicken legs are really timely."

Su San looked at her with a slant, walked away and pulled a distance from her and turned around and continued to go up the roof. After Yue Dihuo solved the chicken legs, he went into the hall to ask Feng Huali to prepare for the ceremony.

"Miss?" Yue Di looked at Feng Huali, who had not fallen a word on the rice paper for a long time, and asked hesitantly. Fortunately, when he asked, Feng Huali threw down the brush in his hand irritably.

"It's all your fault that you interrupted my thoughts of writing a letter from home. Humph, when you come back from the festival, you will also write on the letter that you interrupted..."

"······" Yue Di rolled her eyes. It wasn't that she couldn't write it out, so she came to call herself a scapegoat.

Feng Huali was wearing palace clothes and overlooking the neatly arranged vassal officials standing in two rows. No wonder so many people have wanted to be emperors and supreme power throughout the ages. Standing tall and above alone has already made anyone's vanity and his self-confidence extremely satisfying.

"Let's go, don't miss the auspicious time." Feng Huali shook his sleeves at the Yue Di beside him.

Feng Huali saw the unknown people on the high city wall, and the officials were already waiting.

6 Da led all the ministers to wait under the corner of the city wall and saw Feng Huali from afar. He hurriedly met him and wiped the sweat from his forehead: "The Empress Shu Concubine finally came. Today, the people knew that they could see the Empress Shu Concubine, and they all came from all over the place. Kyoto was full of people, and there were even more people in front of the palace."

Feng Huali nodded slightly and asked in a low voice: "The harvest this year is good? So many people, spies..."

6 Da was about to say something 6 was squeezed up to Feng Huali's eyes: "Grandma, don't worry, our brothers are in the city."

Feng Hua has not left the palace for a long time. After the worry is ensured, he is at ease in the presidency of the sacrifice process. Yue Di has been excited to watch everywhere. Su San on the right is very majestic.

His little eyes rolled and he immediately pulled Feng Huali's sleeve happily: "Miss, look at Su San's white horse riding is so beautiful. Let's ride a horse later... Miss."

Feng Huali naturally saw Su Sanqi's white horse. Obviously, Feng Huali was a little surprised and glanced at Su San: "Why did you ride this little white horse out of the carrots?"

Xiaobai was also very happy when he saw Yue Di. He continued to step on the ground excitedly, shook his head and rushed towards Yue Di, almost dragging the rope that Su San was holding. He finally stopped and sprayed thick air.

Feng Huali couldn't help but smile a little, "Yue Di, I'm going up, the people are waiting."

"But...you can ride Xiaobai..."

"Let's go." Feng Huali took the lead in stepping up the stairs.

The palace tower wall is very high, and there are 365 steps from below to the top of the city. Each step is paved with rectangular bluestone, which is thick and magnificent.

Feng Huali climbed to the top of the city with a strong wind on the high ground, and the blew the roars that had already hung behind him, waving and spreading.

The waiting people stood outside the palace, and someone suddenly shouted: "It's Lord Feng, the most honest Lord Feng in Dali Temple!"

Feng Huali had just observed the arranged high platform and looked carefully at the sound. The palace gate was densely packed with people, and it looked dark from a distance.

"Many people." Feng Huali just wanted to stay in the festival to engage in his reputation and politics, but he didn't expect that so many people would really come.

She suspected that she looked at the 6th note. Could it be the person they found? How could she not understand her meaning? She spread her hands, "Empress and the others are really here to see you. This year's bumper harvest is several times that of previous years. It's all because of your contribution to the Emperor's visit to the 'Water Conservancy Regulations' last year."

6 Records led Feng Huali to the front of the platform, "Wave your hand, Empress."

The crowd was already in full swing below. When Feng Huali moved, everyone looked up and saw that Feng Huali stood on the platform with elegant and noble manners. He was indeed the Empress Shufei, who was skilled and noble in medical skills.

Everyone knelt down and saluted, and many of them couldn't help but look up quietly.

"Mr. Feng! It's Master Feng!"

“Which?”

"I don't know that Concubine Shu is also Lord Feng, and Lord Feng is also the biological mother of the two little princes."

"Brother, you are not from Kyoto, are you?"

"Yes, yes, the fields are harvested this year, and the wheat is ripe. I heard that the priests can meet the Queen and the King, and our family of three came from another place. Unfortunately, the King is not here to fight on the front line."

Feng Qiufu, who was on the side, had long been used to this kind of scene. He stood with a smile on the officials and had no communication with Feng Huali throughout the whole process. Some of the ministers below danced happily with the enthusiasm of the people, while others were indeed silently staring at Feng Qiufu and Feng Huali, thinking in their hearts how to stand in the best position.

Feng Huali looked at the people who were kneeling on the ground for a long time and asked quietly: "How should we get them up? Don't we ask them to get up?"

"Empress, you are a nobleman, and now the prince's mother. In the future, you must get used to being bowed to others."

"You must also get used to being assassinated?" Feng Huali looked at the big inner guards disguised under the city and replied quietly.

6. Feng Huali said this in a word, but I didn't know how to answer the conversation, so I turned to look at her.

Feng Huali waved to the people under the city and continued to whisper: "Tell me about Feng Xiang. If you don't say it, I won't know what Feng Xiang did?"

"Empress, don't think too much." 6 Lu looked at Feng Huali's face, and really didn't know how to say that Feng Xiang spent a lot of money to recruit assassins to assassinate the Empress.

Today, Feng Qiufu was able to stand so peacefully beside the Empress, and his plans had long been seen through. Now they are just maintaining peace on their face.

"Tell me, you know that I am just Feng Xiang's adopted daughter. Now Qin Fei can't get sick. Don't you realize it is strange? This should be when Feng Xiang used Qin Fei to compete with me for reputation, and they were defeated too quickly."

After Feng Huali's reminder, his expression changed slightly, and he thought about it: "The Queen Mother's concubines and aunties have been traveling back and forth between her hometown recently."

"Have you really gone to my hometown?" Feng Huali's nails clasped the bluestone bricks and turned to ask for 6 records.

"I don't know... the people who follow you will always disappear from their traces halfway through..."

"No trace?" Feng Huali felt that as long as she grabbed Feng Qiufu tightly, she might know something she wanted to know. Fighting Feng Qiufu again, Feng Huali had a bit of a passion for not winning or returning.
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