The Wife of the Wealthy Family Is Fierce and Cute

When Feng Ling heard this, her heart skipped a beat, and she asked eagerly, "Where's my protector?"

The man smiled and said, "Priest Feng, you forgot that only you can enter the Shenchi, and Guardian Feng can only wait at the foot of the mountain."

Therefore, Feng Lan was fine at all.

Feng Ling frowned, and asked again: "Have you forgotten what happened in April?"

"April?"

The man thought for a while, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Priest Feng, apart from a flood in April, which was resolved by you and Wang together, nothing else happened."

Feng Ling clenched her hands, and she didn't want to ask any more.

The facts were before their eyes, everything they found about Feng Lan before was erased.

Feng Ling closed her eyes for a moment, putting away all the emotions in her heart, but when she opened her eyes again, she found that she could no longer control her body.

——

A sharp sword pierced Feng Ling's body from behind, and Feng Ling slowly turned her head. When she saw Feng Lan, who looked exactly like her behind her, but had a hideous face at the moment, her angelic face showed shock and disbelief.

"Feng Lan, you actually..."

"Sister, without you, the position of high priest is mine, so, go to hell!" Feng Lan watched a lot of blood pouring out of Feng Ling's body, and let out a morbid laugh.

After laughing, she stared at her with her scarlet eyes, and said in a resentful tone: "We are obviously twins, why have you been selected as the successor of the high priest since you were a child, my ability is weaker than yours, it's just because you are better than me." Was I born a few minutes early?"

The shock in Feng Ling's eyes was put away, and she saw a lot of blood pouring out of her chest. She knew that Feng Lan's sword was an ancient artifact, and she couldn't save herself even if she wanted to, not to mention that she was still the weakest before she inherited the high priest. when.

However, dying at the hands of her own sister, a trace of sadness still flashed in Feng Ling's eyes.

Feng Lan looked at the sadness in Feng Ling's eyes, and the smile on her face became more cheerful, and then, a red light flashed in her eyes.

"Go to hell, as long as you die, the position of high priest will be mine. I will be the most honorable woman in the 'Tianfeng' country, and I will marry the king at that time, haha!"

Looking at the crazy woman in front of her, Feng Ling suddenly felt very strange, and her heart slowly became cold along with her body.

At this time, she suddenly showed a mocking smile at Feng Lan, "My good sister, do you think you are really capable of being a high priest?"

"What do you mean?"

"Look..." Feng Ling raised her slender jade finger to point to this divine pool, her face became calm and unwavering.

I saw white light spots emitting from the entire Shenchi.

Feng Lan was taken aback for a moment, then thought of something, and finally showed panic on her face, "What's going on? Feng Ling, what did you do?"

"What did you do? My good sister, you should only know that I am the weakest before the high priest takes over, but you don't know what the destiny does... Do you think you can live after I die?"

After Feng Ling finished speaking, a white light suddenly appeared, and the entire temple was enveloped by countless more intense light spots, and their bodies dissipated at the same time.

At this moment, the king who was standing on the altar suddenly raised his handsome and extraordinary face like a god, and looked sharply at the direction of Shenchi, but a trace of panic flashed deep in his pupils.

The high priest suddenly let out a mournful cry: "No, something happened to Ling'er. Those light spots are Ling'er's priestly power. Once the priestly power dissipates, Ling'er will be wiped out."

puff……

A mouthful of blood gushed out from Wang's mouth.

Then, everyone watched in horror as Wang's hair instantly changed from black hair to white hair.

The chief executive standing behind him said in horror: "Wang, what's wrong with you?"

I only heard him say to the high priest in a deep voice suppressed with extreme grief: "This king orders you to seal the entire sacrificial hall immediately."

"this……"

The evil spirit quickly exuded from Wang's body, and he yelled at her, "How dare you disobey this king's order."

The high priest was startled by Wang's scarlet eyes at the moment, and she was also heartbroken, so she nodded to him after thinking about it for a while, and said, "I can't seal it by myself, it must be sealed by someone with supernatural powers and me." Seal it together."

When Wang heard this, he shouted to the audience: "Persons with supernatural powers, come up and cooperate with the high priest immediately."

At this time, the aura on Wang's body was too domineering and terrifying. All the civil and military officials in the audience were silent, and the supernatural being standing aside rushed up.

The high priest immediately opened the altar.

All of a sudden, the situation changed drastically, and the dissipating light spots quickly stopped, and the entire sacrificial hall began to be sealed.

After a while, the high priest shouted to the crowd: "Everyone leave this place quickly, the sacrificial hall will be sealed soon, otherwise everyone will be sealed inside."

Just when the seal was about to reach the side of the sacrificial altar, the prime minister who finally came back to his senses rolled up and pulled the king together: "King, we must leave here immediately, or you will be sealed inside!"

Wang looked at him with those scarlet eyes, and the tyranny in his eyes almost scared the prime minister out of his soul.

"roll!"

With a flick of Wang's arm, the prime minister's body flew towards the sacrificial altar like a rag doll.

Everyone standing under the sacrificial altar was terrified, and at this moment of extreme anxiety, a figure quickly flew over from one side.

Before everyone could react, the figure had already used light work to get behind the king, and knocked the king unconscious with a knife in his hand. Only then did everyone see clearly that the man turned out to be the general who had been recuperating at home.

The general put Wang Chao on his shoulders and shouted loudly at the crowd: "Everyone leave this place immediately."

After speaking, he carried the king and left.

Feng Ling looked at the Wang who was being carried away, tears were streaming down her face uncontrollably, when she wanted to wipe the tears off her face, she realized that she was just a transparent body.

She was a little anxious, why hadn't she awakened Yan's memory after all the things she had experienced, and Wang, what did he do afterwards?

As soon as Feng Ling thought of this, her soul seemed to be sucked by something. Before she could exclaim in surprise, she arrived in the imperial study.

At this moment, the white-haired king was correcting the memorial, and in front of him were kneeling several important officials.

The prime minister was very anxious: "Your Majesty, you should rest. You have been reviewing the memorial for three days and three nights in a row. If you continue like this, your body will not be able to bear it."

Wang raised his eyes to look at him, his eyes no longer had the warmth they had before, they were all cold: "Get lost."

The prime minister and other ministers trembled, even though they were quite frightened by Wang's aura at the moment, no one got up and left.

When no one spoke, the king stopped looking at them and continued to immerse himself in reviewing the memorial.

The king was able to manage the Fengtian Kingdom so that the country is rich and the people are strong, and the people live and work in peace and contentment. His ability and skill are incomparable to the kings of other countries.

The current him is even more efficient, as if he wants to handle all the things in the next few decades in a few days.

Thinking of this, all the ministers broke into a cold sweat for no reason.

Feng Ling was also in a hurry.

She floated to Wang's side and said loudly to him, "Jingzhou, are you dying? Your behavior is suicide!"

At this time, Wang suddenly turned his head to look this way.

Feng Ling was taken aback for a moment, having the illusion that the king could see her.

At this time, the king pushed aside the dozens of folds in front of him and said, "I'm tired."

The adults were overjoyed.

Wang stood up and walked out of the study.

Feng Lan's consciousness followed him, and the two came to the Hundred Gardens.

Wang sat quietly in the pavilion alone, and no one let anyone approach him.

In the next period of time, Wang returned to the previous pattern of facing up and down, resting when he should rest.

But only Feng Ling knew that the king had privately sent someone to build the mausoleum overnight next to the sacrificial hall.

Autumn goes and spring comes again.

One day, the king announced at the morning court:

"The Fengtian Dynasty will be succeeded by Fang Yao (General) to my throne."

When everyone heard this, their expressions changed drastically.

"King, absolutely not!"

"The king has made up his mind on this matter, Fang Yao will stay, and everyone else will go out."

After the ministers left, the general who had been silent all this time finally showed anger on his face.

He knelt down on one knee and refused in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I do not accept this throne."

Wang stood up and walked in front of him, looked him straight in the eyes, and said, "This is not up to you."

After speaking, he coughed.

The general suddenly stood up from the ground, with rejection in his eyes, "I command a war, and I don't know how to govern a country."

Wang pointed to the mountain of creases on the desk, "That's my plan for Fengtian Kingdom for the next ten years. You just need to follow the above. Ten years is enough for you to learn how to govern the country."

After Wang finished speaking, he clenched his fist to his lips and coughed heavily.

Just as the general was about to speak, he saw bloodshot from the corner of Wang's mouth, and his pupils shrank, "Wang, you..."

Wang put down his hands, his eyes were filled with nothingness, and he said, "I can only hold on for a few more days at most, and then I should go find Xiao Ling'er."

When Feng Ling heard this, she quickly covered her mouth, and tears flowed out again.

The general's body also shook.

"Little Ling'er has been waiting for me, I know it." Wang looked at the general, and explained to him with a serious face: "The tomb of this king is built next to the sacrificial hall. Seal the king's tomb and the sacrificial hall together, I don't want anyone to disturb us."

The powerful anger welling up in the general's heart made his eyes turn red: "King, you!"

Wang Chao waved his hand: "Let's go... In the next few days, you will govern the country with me."

The general wanted to say something, but seeing Wang's pale face and the bloodshot corners of his mouth, he had no choice but to turn around and leave the imperial study.

In the next few days, Wang really spared no room to teach the general how to govern the country, and at the same time vigorously promulgated several laws and regulations.

In the past few days, everyone could feel that Wang's vitality was disappearing. On the last day, Wang, who was sitting in a high position, suddenly said to everyone: "This king should go to Xiao Ling'er."

Then, the chief executive's voice trembled and changed his tone: "The king... the king is dead."

"king!"

Everyone bowed to the ground.

The whole country mourns.