In the secret room of the Nangong family, Feng Wuxin followed Nangong Ao into a room with dense mechanisms.

Nangong Ao took out a box from the secret compartment, which was exactly the same as the box entrusted to her by General Qi.

"Are you fragments of the map of mountains, rivers, and country?"

"How can Wuxin know?"

Nangong Ao was stunned for a moment. Before he opened the box, how could this girl Wuxin know that it was filled with fragments of the map of mountains, rivers and the country?

When the box was opened, what was lying quietly inside the box was the fragment of the map of mountains, rivers and the country.

"Short after you left, the guards of Xiahou Mansion sent the box to Nangong Mansion. They wanted to hand it over to you, but it was a pity that you went to the eastern border."

Nangong Ao talked about everything he had born that day. Before going to war, Xiahou Lie ordered the guards to hand over the map of mountains, rivers and the country to Feng Wuxin, afraid that he knew that the battle was in danger.

"Brother Lie..."

Holding a fragment of the map of mountains, rivers and the country, Feng Wuxin gently stroked the direction of the mountains and rivers depicted on the fragment, and his red eyes couldn't help but become wet.

"Old Qi and I said that when you were poisoned for the first time, you said that you would exchange the fragments of the mountains, rivers, and country maps for your separation from Jiang Moyi."

Nangong Ao guessed that as she said, perhaps the child Xiahou Lie had known that Mo Yi was a descendant of the royal family of the Jiang Kingdom. For Feng Wuxin's safety, as long as Jiang Moyi and Feng Wuxin get together, he would hand over the fragments of the map of the mountains, rivers and the country.

It’s a pity to be such a good child. No matter when, he treats Wuxin with his most sincere love.

Even if you die, you must use your last breath to protect Wuxin's safety.

Seeing the sadness that was revealed on Feng Wuxin's body, Nangong Ao gently patted her shoulder.

"The person has passed away, and the child Xiahou Lie in the sky doesn't want you to be so sad for him."

Nangong Ao comforted Feng Wuxin and sighed in his heart, how great it would be if Xiahou Lie was with Wuxin at the beginning.

It’s a pity that there is no if in this world.

Because of Feng Wuxin's appearance, the crisis in Nangongcheng was solved, but it is quite troublesome to deal with the bodies of tens of thousands of people. If you are not careful, a plague will break out. At that time, the people of Nangongcheng will still not be able to avoid a disaster.

In front of the Nangong Mansion, Nangong Ao frowned with a gray brow and looked reluctant.

"Can't you stay for one more day? Do you have to leave?"

"I'm going to do something in the capital."

Nangong Ao knew what Feng Wuxin was going to deal with, but he was still worried. After all, the current situation in the world is no longer the Seven Kingdoms.

"Wait, grandpa will dispatch all the guards of the Nangong family to you. If there is anything, there will be a way to take care of it, Nangong Xin."

Nangong Ao called Nangong Xin's name, and Nangong Xin, dressed in black, appeared in front of everyone, and knelt on one knee on the ground.

Goodbye Feng Wuxin and left for six years, Nangong Xin was not the Nangong Xin he was the one he had ever done.

"Wuxin girl, let Nangong Xin and a group of people follow you, so you can take care of anything on the road."

Feng Wuxin's eyes fell on the black-clothed guard who was kneeling on one knee. Although she didn't know why the elegant Nangong young master became such a low guard today, she didn't need it.

"Thank you, grandpa, but we are all bloody traitors and evil people, and we are used to being casual."

Feng Wuxin declined Nangong Ao's kindness. The words in his words reminded everyone in the Nangong family of everything they had born yesterday, and also understood what Feng Wuxin meant to be the so-called traitor and evil people.

At this time, Nangong Xin, who was kneeling on one knee, spoke with a faint sense of guilt in his words.

"I am not afraid of any difficulties, but I hope Lord Feng will ask I am to repay the mistakes I made that day."

Like Nangong Ao, Nangong Xin has been living in self-blame and guilt.

If Feng Wuxin had not had his own childish actions at the beginning, he would not have gone to the eastern border, nor would he have become the ghost today.

When Feng Wuxin died on the day he became a small guard in order to punish himself.

Although he knew that this kind of self-punishment was of no use, Feng Wuxin is now back. He wants to make up for the mistakes he made that day and follow Feng Wuxin, whether it is life or death.

Nangong Xin's voice made Feng Wuxin's red eyes slightly stunned for a moment, but he also understood what the process Nangong Xin said was.

"Young Master Xin doesn't have to blame yourself. Even if you didn't reveal the news on that day, I will still be in the dark. Perhaps it is because of your actions that I am today."

Smiling, there is no temperature in the smile.

But Ru Feng Wuxin said that she did not blame Nangong Xin, but also thanked him, because his actions made Feng Wuxin realize that she was a complete idiot in the past.

"Grandpa, I'm leaving."

"You girl...you should do a good job for me. When I finish dealing with Nangongcheng's affairs, I will go to you. Don't be fucking dead, do you know?"

Feng Wuxin and others rode away on horseback. Nangong Ao's voice kept echoing in his ears, and the most sincere concerns flowed into his heart.

Feng Wuxin waved his back to Nangong Ao, and the crowd completely disappeared from Nangong City.

Nangong City is in the north of the capital of Yan State.

Nowadays, Yan State is in the hot summer. Due to the war, the people's lives are extremely miserable. Walking along the way, many people have to dig up grassroots to satisfy their hunger in order to survive.

"Master, Master, isn't domineering!"

The people who were idle all the way discussed Feng Wuxin's name again.

Ato looked at Lijiang, Lijiang looked at the monk again. The monk looked at Hu Yanjue. In short, thirty-seven people looked at me and I looked at you, and seemed to be discussing a suitable and very domineering title.

"Boss Feng, how can you be domineering or not?"

Lijiang's opinion was quickly rejected by everyone.

"It sounds like the head of the bandit's nest, we are all a group of villains who kill without blinking. We are not the group of robbers who robbed the house, so let's change it."

"Mr. Feng?"

Ato's suggestion was also rejected by everyone.

"It sounds like a difficult word, and I feel like I'm scolding my master."

After thinking about it, after many fierce discussions, everyone adopted a voting system of more victory or less, and finally decided on the title of Feng Wuxin.

This title is domineering and can also show their style.

"Prince Feng."

"agree."

"agree."

"agree."

"Aowu"

Silver Bedle means that the wolf pack also agrees with this name.

"Master Feng...I'm still used to calling the master."

Hu Yanjue doesn't like this title very much, but Lijiang's words made Hu Yanjue dispel this idea.

"How nice it sounds to Master Feng. When someone introduced you, you think it sounds nice to Master Feng's male servant or Master Feng's male servant." "Okay, agree."
Chapter completed!