The tyrant empress is my wife, I am invincible and have been hiding

"As long as Mr. Ye agrees to go to the Great Xia Dynasty with me, I can satisfy any request you make." Murong Wan'er's eyes were burning.

She knew her father's character very well. If the Song Dynasty continued to develop, it would inevitably become a powerful enemy of the Xia Dynasty.

Therefore, Murong Boheng will definitely try his best to strangle the rising momentum of the Song Dynasty in the cradle. The biggest possibility is to get rid of Ye Feng, the king who guards the country.

Therefore, Murong Wan'er now has only one idea, which is to try her best to win Ye Feng over to the Great Xia Dynasty to prevent Ye Feng from being in danger.

"Thank you Princess Wan'er for your kindness. I am not interested in unifying the Nine Provinces. I just want to be a king in the Song Dynasty, which is also good."

Ye Feng's eyes flickered slightly. He vaguely guessed why Murong Wan'er was so anxious to win him over to the Great Xia Dynasty.

If he was right, the development of the Song Dynasty had become a thorn in the side of the Xia Dynasty. So it was very likely that the next person to take action against him would be the Xia Dynasty.

"What does Master Ye want in order for you to follow me to the Great Xia Dynasty? Is it because I am not charming enough, or am I not as beautiful as Zhao Qiuyan?"

Murong Wan'er looked a little flustered, she was really worried about Ye Feng's safety. Although she knew that Ye Feng could win battles one after another and defeat many opponents, she knew very well that it was easy to dodge an open attack but difficult to guard against an arrow from the dark.

"There is no need to mention this matter again. No matter how stormy tomorrow may be, I am not afraid. Why not borrow this glass of wine?" Ye Feng raised his glass and looked at Murong Wan'er opposite him with a calm expression: "Why not get drunk tonight? Who knows what will happen tomorrow?"

"Ugh!"

Murong Wan'er picked up the wine glass and drank it all in one gulp, her expression full of loneliness and helplessness.

The sky gradually darkened and the pot of wine was finished.

"Princess Wan'er, it's getting late, so I won't bother you any further." Ye Feng stood up and was about to walk out of the attic.

"Master Ye!"

Murong Wan'er gritted her teeth, rushed forward from behind Ye Feng, and hugged him tightly with both hands. She felt the warmth from Ye Feng on her chest.

"Ok?"

Ye Feng felt the softness on his back and his body trembled, but he knew very well in his heart that Murong Wan'er was definitely a rose with thorns.

Her personality is different from Lin Xiaoxiang's. Lin Xiaoxiang will do anything to achieve his goal and can give up everything for the throne of emperor.

Murong Wan'er is also very ambitious and probably wants to become the future crown prince of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Master Ye, I will love you forever."

Murong Wan'er finished speaking and released her hands.

Ye Feng was not overwhelmed by the sudden surge of passion. He knew very well that once he had a relationship with Murong Wan'er, who wanted to be the empress and unify the nine provinces, he would be exhausted to death.

It is not in Ye Feng's character to trap himself in a huge cage for the sake of momentary pleasure and weigh the pros and cons.

Da da da……

Footsteps were heard and Ye Feng walked towards the bottom of the attic.

Lao Huang and Dashan were squatting not far away.

Seeing Ye Feng coming down, Old Huang looked at him with ill intent and chuckled, "Your elder brother has disobeyed the beauty's affection again."

Dashan seemed to understand, but not quite. He raised his head and looked up at the attic, muttering, "What kind of friendship do you mean? Is it the one-night stand you mentioned just now?"

Ye Feng almost stumbled as he walked. He turned his head and looked at Dashan carefully: "Don't follow Lao Huang and learn bad things. His thoughts are very dirty."

"Brother, don't worry, I'm not interested in the beautiful princess. I want to grab the queen. The queen that Lao Huang talks about is the most exciting." Dashan had a simple and honest expression on his face and replied seriously.

Ye Feng rolled his eyes when he heard that. As expected, birds of a feather flock together. Dashan learned bad things from Lao Huang.

……

"Granny Yu, do you think I'm not charming enough?" Murong Wan'er looked a little dejected. As she sat there, she could vaguely see Ye Feng's departing back.

"The princess is naturally beautiful and extraordinary. It's just that Ye Feng is a fool. He doesn't know that the princess obviously wants to save him." Grandma Yu scolded.

"Arrange a few people to follow Master Ye secretly. If there is any movement from the Great Xia Dynasty, report to me at any time."

"No matter who it is, no one can hurt Young Master Ye." Murong Wan'er's voice was firm, and there was a hint of madness in the depths of her eyes.

If it is really a last resort, she can only take the initiative.

"Princess, since Ye Feng doesn't understand romance, why do you have to defend him? If the master knew, he would probably be resentful of you."

The master that Grandma Yu was referring to was naturally the Emperor Murong Boheng of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"He was always very wary of me."

Murong Wan'er said coldly without any courtesy.

"Ugh!"

When Granny Yu saw Murong Wan'er's determined expression, she knew Murong Wan'er had grown up almost since she was a child and knew her stubborn temper. Once she made up her mind, there was no way to change it.

There are so many young talents in the Great Xia Dynasty, but Murong Wan'er looks down on them all, but she has a special liking for Ye Feng.

……

In a valley in the southernmost part of Kyushu.

There are towering mountains all around, lush forests, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is bubbling up around, with the breeze blowing gently.

A white-haired old man, thin and slightly hunched, with dark skin, holding a strange vine in his hand, which was shiny black.

In the middle of the mountain not far away, there was a door vaguely visible, looming, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth around it was extremely strong.

Hurricanes blew past, and the entire void trembled. The door also trembled, shaking back and forth continuously, as if it was about to break apart.

The figure of the white-haired old man was originally at the foot of the mountain. In the next instant, he appeared at the top of the mountain. He raised his head and looked at the door first. His eyes narrowed slightly, his brows frowned, and his expression was a little solemn. Then he closed his eyes and pinched his fingers lightly.

Then he opened his eyes and looked quickly towards the distant sky, only to see wind and clouds surging above the land of Kyushu, and the heaven and earth were changing.

"The three thousand year period is about to come. It seems that the land of Kyushu will not be able to escape this catastrophe after all." The old man's voice was slightly hoarse.

Then, the vine in his hand continued to float, and a huge shadow appeared in front of him, which seemed to be a thousand feet high.

The figures above were swaying, and it turned out to be the situation in all parts of Jiuzhou. His eyes flickered, and he murmured, "The situation in Jiuzhou is changing rapidly, and my disciples seem to be caught up in it. It seems that no one can escape!"

"got windy!"

The old man put away the vine, and the huge shadow dissipated. His figure also disappeared at the top of the mountain, leaving only three words that continued to echo among the surrounding mountains.