Thousands of Miles Away

The soft and cold Bai Ling was like a poisonous snake tightly wrapped around her fair and slender neck. Her eyes gradually became dark, and she could no longer feel the fear and cold. With only warmth lingering around her body, Feng Yao blinked and found herself lying on the bed. The messenger from the palace woke her up happily and said that the king had appointed her as an envoy to the Liang Kingdom. She took a deep breath, and her nose was filled with the faint fragrance of flowers. The spring breeze of March brings warm moisture to the grasslands of Qianguo. The ice and snow melt, and red flowers emerge from the ground. The red flower waves swayed in the wind like a warm sponge extending to the horizon, and the fiery red color even covered the tender green grass. The mighty motorcade drove on the vast grassland. Feng Yu looked out the window in the carriage and remembered many things in the past. Her parents fell on the green grass, and behind them were soldiers in black chasing her with bright long knives. She jumped into a dry well to survive, and looked at the sky a little bit every day, waiting for the survivors to come and save her. After escaping, he slowly followed the people who escaped from the battlefield to the capital, disheveled, and huddled in a dark alley with his feet covered in frostbite. A white-haired old man squatted next to her with a hot bun; "Are you from a far away place? You look like an orphan. Are you willing to go home with me and be my granddaughter?" She stared at the snow-white buns, swallowed, nodded and suddenly shook her head. "My parents are dead, and I want to avenge them. I can't go home with you." Her eyes were like a lake about to overflow with sadness, filled with tears. The thin body shivered in the darkness. The carriage window suddenly rattled several times. Someone knocked on the window outside. Feng Yu stretched his head and saw a young man dressed as a businessman riding a horse. It was Deputy Ambassador Yang. He handed her a pot of water: "We have been walking on the grassland of Qianguo for three days, Commander Feng. You have finished drinking your water. I still have some. You drink mine." No one would call him Mu Qiusheng anymore. The people at the golden steps knelt down in order and shouted, "Long live the Lord of the Liang Kingdom." He was a little panicked and wanted to find his prince brother and father. The old ministers beside him pulled him. "Your Majesty, the late emperor is no longer here. The former prince is seriously injured and cannot stand up. You have to shoulder the hope of the entire Liang Kingdom." "But I don't know how to be the leader of the country. I can only catch birds and fish. You can also let me roast lamb." The old minister carried Prince Liang onto the golden throne, "You just need to remember to put the interests of the country first." The little Liang Wang nodded, thinking he understood. Mu Qiusheng was sitting in the yard wearing a plain robe, looking at the big tree. He couldn't remember whether he had secretly climbed through it when he was the second prince. Feng Wei walked out of the study hall, holding a wool blanket in his hand and covering Mu Qiusheng's body, "Remember to prepare for the Liang Guo ancient language class in the evening. It's a bit cold in autumn." Mu Qiusheng hugged the blanket and stood up from the chair. The young man's face was a little red, "Feng Wei, I want to marry you." He lowered his head and did not dare to look at the expression of the person opposite. Soft laughter accompanies the sound of retreating footsteps: "I'm sorry, our mission will leave next spring. I must take them back to the Southern Tang Kingdom. I'll leave first. See you tomorrow, Master Mu." He sighed. Although he expected the result, he still refused to give in. I will keep working hard until you are willing to stay for me. Liang Wang, the first male, and the second male deputy, both are pretty good. Purpose: Long live peace