"I, I, I am His Royal Highness Zheng Guoer! I can give you glory and wealth, give you the beauty of the country, I can give you the title of marquis, I can give you everything you want!"

"What do you want! I, I, I can satisfy you with anything!"

"How, how...!"

"Only, as long as you let me go, let me go!"

“......”

Zheng Jian knelt in front of Qin Feng like a pug, looking up at Qin Feng, with a flattering smile on his face, and his arrogant appearance just now, they were completely different people.

The force that fell on him just now had completely convinced him.

At this moment... He didn't want anything but to save his dog's life.

For this Zheng Jian, Qin Feng just lowered his eyes slightly, boom!

Zheng Jian's head fell to the ground as if he had been tied to a thousand catties, his right face fell to the ground, and his buttocks were pouted high, completely looking like an ostrich.

Qin Feng's feet slowly lifted.

Stepping directly on the back of Zheng Jian's head, Qin Feng's eyes were filled with the color of ice desert, little by little... The force under the feet increases.

"No, no, don't..."

Zheng Jian, who was close to the ground with his face, couldn't move, feeling the mountain-like pressure coming from his head, he didn't doubt it at all... This person can stomp his head with one kick, and he is already completely panicked.

In his life... Born noble, it has always been him who trampled others under his feet, he has never taken other people's lives for nothing, and he has never felt the fear of death.

But at this moment...

He felt deeply that the footsteps of the Grim Reaper were approaching him.

In an instant, snot and tears all poured out, and this middle-aged man in his forties cried out: "Help me, save me, save me!"

Those frightened eyes, eager eyes, looked at those rebel generals, looked at Zhu Ming, who he relied on the most, kneeling on the ground at the moment and not daring to raise his head, and a terrible scream came out.

However... No one dared to pay attention to him.

"Xiao Feng, Zheng Guo's affairs, just hand him over to his father and emperor to deal with. ”

At this time, Song Lan behind Qin Feng spoke, and it was also at this time... As soon as the force under Qin Feng's feet decreased, it was already Zheng Jian, whose face was covered with blood and his head was about to be trampled on.

As soon as he heard this, his face suddenly showed joy: "Thank you to the fairy Niangniang! Thank you to the fairy Niangniang!"

“.........”

The whole person repeated this sentence frantically.

"Okay, listen to my mother. ”

Qin Feng tilted his head slightly, smiled at his mother, and the foot that stepped on the back of Zheng Jian's head slowly moved away, and just when Qin Feng's foot moved away, Zheng Jian, who noticed the sudden drop in pressure on his head, suddenly wanted to get up.

And yet, at this very moment...

Shh

The sword qi roared out, and eight Canglan swords fell from the sky, impartial... Both hands and feet, as well as two shoulder blades and two knees, were instantly submerged by the Canglan Sword!

Blood... gushing out.

"Ahh!!h

"Ahhh

“......！”

Zheng Jian suddenly let out a howl like killing a pig, and the whole person was like a king bastard, nailed to the ground, screaming wildly, except for the head, the whole body couldn't move, but he didn't dare to struggle at all.

Because as long as you struggle... It will hurt even more!

"Mom, let's go in and talk. ”

Qin Feng's expression was calm throughout the whole process, he had experienced too many things, a prince of a mere mortal world, in his eyes was not even as good as an ant, if it wasn't for Song Lan's words just now, Qin Feng would have stepped on the head of this thing a long time ago.

Turning to look at Song Lan, a smile appeared on his face, he could feel that his mother's body was fine, and her breath was very stable.

"Come on, come with Mom. ”

Song Lan smiled happily for sixteen years... She finally waited for her son to return.

And...

From the very beginning, Song Lan's gaze never left the woman beside Qin Feng, that is, Chu Wanqiu.

However, in Song Lan's eyes, she is not called Chu Wanqiu, but another name, Zhao Zixuan.

Eight Canglan swords, nailing Zheng Jian to the ground.

Qin Feng took Chu Wanqiu and followed Song Lan into the small pavilion.

Outside the small pavilion, the whole scene...

Dead silence, only Zheng Jian's pig-like voice, the screams echoed endlessly.

Everyone was kneeling on the ground, a cup of tea, a stick of incense, an hour, no one dared to stand up in the slightest, especially those rebels, all of them were so frightened that their souls were about to fly, and they all lay on the ground and trembled.

Until the end, the matter was reported to the Taiji Palace, and the eunuch of the lord of the country hurriedly came to Fengxian Pavilion with the holy decree of the lord...

How Zheng Guo will deal with this rebellion, and what kind of death Zheng Jian's color embryo will end up in the end has nothing to do with Qin Feng.

In fact, if it weren't for his mother, he wouldn't have done anything at all.

The affairs between mortals are dealt with by mortals, and there is no need for monks to interfere too much.

In the Bongsen Pavilion.

Qin Feng looked at Song Lan, who was busy, and couldn't help laughing, and a long-lost sense of relief rose from his heart.

"Mom, don't be busy. ”

"It's almost there, that Zixuan, come and help your aunt. ”

Song Lan walked out of the kitchen with a big jade porcelain bowl, which was a fragrant and charming soup, Chu Wanqiu was called Song Lan to make 'Zixuan', and was slightly stunned at first and didn't react, but he also quickly trotted into the kitchen, helping to bring out three side dishes one after another.

Three dishes and one soup, it's time to start the meal.

Sitting around this bamboo and wood Zhuo, Qin Feng looked at the dishes on the table, and was silent for a long time, but he didn't move his chopsticks.

From the beginning to the present...

Song Lan didn't ask him a question, that is, his sister... How is Qin Chuxue now, is she alive or dead, and where is it?!

And Qin Feng knows his mother very well, whether it is IQ or EQ, it is not comparable to ordinary women, Song Lan knows very well... If Qin Feng knew Qin Chuxue's whereabouts, he would definitely bring Qin Chuxue with him.

"What's wrong son, try it, my mother hasn't cooked for a long time over the years, and I'm afraid this craft won't work. ”

Song Lan smiled gently, picked up the bowl in front of Qin Feng and helped him scoop the soup.

Qin Feng looked at Song Lan, who was scooping the soup, and took a deep breath.

"Mom, I'm sorry. ”

"I... I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry Dad. ”

Qin Feng remembered the oath he had made, the oath he had made in front of his father Qin Xiao's grave that he would never let his mother and sister be harmed, but now... He doesn't even know where his sister is alive or dead!

Song Lan's action of scooping the soup stopped slightly, and his eyes were ... It's red.

Just as Qin Feng thought, when Song Lan saw Qin Feng appear alone, he had already guessed... Qin Chuxue's whereabouts are unknown.

(End of chapter)