The moonlight shone through the open paper window and sprinkled on the ground. The kneeling woman stood in front of the eunuch, and the room fell into a strange silence.

"What are you doing."

Behind the desk, Bai Ning put down his hair, frowned slightly, and looked at the kneeling figure indifferently: "...Where are you singing? Even if you want to sing, it's better to stand up and sing."

He walked around the desk and stood in front of the other party.

The candlelight jumped in the candlestick, and Fengyi stood up in the swaying light. She took a deep breath and looked at her cold eyes, but her tone unconsciously choked up: "Supermaster... Do you know how Shi Bao has been sleepy in recent days? Fengyi is just a woman, and she doesn't know what family and country affairs are...but...he is me..."

"Come here, does he know?" Bai Ning looked at her with his hands in his arms and suddenly interrupted.

Feng Yi shook her head and the silver hairpin swayed.

"I don't know... I came over when he finally fell asleep." She calmed down her intermittent voice and said straight: "I don't want him to know. I come over to plead with the governor. I'm afraid... I'll hurt my husband's face." Then, she wiped the wet marks at the corner of her eyes with her fingers and smiled sobbingly: "My husband still wants face to be yet."

Bai Ning glanced at her: "Do you think the matter of this governor asking him to harm him?"

Fengyi continued to shake her head.

Immediately, I knelt down in front of Bai Ning again, and Feng Yi's tears fell: "Please let my husband go... He is just a gangster in the world, mixed with you big men, and will only let him die without a place to bury..."

"After the Ming Cult is gone, he has already seen it. Later, Li Tianrun and the others have asked him and they are rejected. He wants to live well... no longer participate in things in the world."

In the room, she cried sadly, her fingers tightly on the ground. Bai Ning looked at her silently and listened to her continue.

"......Super Lord, please let him go. When the Jurchens siege, his husband had already done what he should do for this country. If it were this matter, his husband would have any problems... He is the backbone of the family... He is my husband..."

The woman suddenly crawled, hugged Bai Ning's legs and shook them hard, and kept saying, "Master, I beg you not to let Shi Bao get involved in this matter. Feng Yi kowtows you... kowtows you!!"

"Be a cow for you--"

She cried and shouted, retreating and knocking to the ground.

In an instant, a foot stretched over and put it on the forehead and touched the floor. The wide robe whipped, and brought the woman up from the ground. Bai Ning stood there, and the deepest part of his heart seemed to be touched.

He looked at the crying woman indifferently, "You go, Shi Bao has a wife like you, which is his greatest blessing in his life. I hope that the sadness of this world will not live in you and live well."

"Did the Lord of the Supervisor agree?" After a moment, she sniffed, her eyes turned red, and she subconsciously looked at the other person, and asked with a trembling question.

The cold moonlight and the dimness of the candlelight, Bai Ning's lonely figure waved at her, "Let's go... agree."

....

The door opens and closes again.

Feng Yi walked in the corridor, returned to the bedroom with the bright light of the bright moon, walked to the couch lightly, and in the dark, there was a rustling sound of taking off her clothes, and then she got into the bed.

He stuck to his husband and smelled a breath that made her feel at ease. The uneasiness and fear that had faced the man before was gradually leaving. Soon, the man's figure turned over and suddenly hugged the woman tightly in his arms.

A voice in the black said gently in her ear: "Marrying you is the greatest blessing for me Shi Bao in my life."

Her arms were tighter. Feng Yi buried her arms in his arms and felt the tenderness. Her red eyes wet her clothes and kept nodding. Her slightly opened lips faintly cried with joy.

In the room, on the bed, and in the whisper, it was a world of two people...

“It’s really…”

Bai Ning looked at the silver moon in the sky and felt a sense of indescribable feeling. It was indeed a great danger to let Shi Bao spread the news. Once the system was investigated by Dongchang or other yamen not under Bai Ning's control, once the source came from here, this village would almost be difficult to survive.

But when a woman protects her husband and the entire family like this, he is touched in his heart and softened his heart. It is inconsistent with his long-term character.

"Perhaps, this is the kindness of the silly girl Xifu, which planted a seed in my heart..." He smiled, and the moonlight shining on his face became gentle.

Sitting back on the chair, Bai Ning opened the desk, took out a package and opened it on the table. The pieces inside were sent to Xiao Chenzi to Shifengzhuang for storage before. When he came, Shi Bao returned the bag to the original owner.

The cloth was untied, and inside were fragments of the Heavenly Rage Sword.

"It's like this... I don't know if I can retain the previous intact abilities after re-forging, otherwise it will be a bit difficult to deal with the system." The fingertips gently stroked the broken sword piece.

In fact, he had been in a dilemma before. If he killed the system first, the purpose of the system would obviously never be exposed to him. If he didn't kill, he would have to wait until the Tower of Heaven was built, and by then the system had already "grown" to another stage. He didn't know how strong it would be, and it would definitely be better than that.

So inevitably, he needs a killer move.

....

The next day, Yan Qing and a group of five people finally arrived at the village on this brilliant summer afternoon.

White clouds walk in the sky like trunks.

There was a lively and festive atmosphere in Shifeng Village. A large round table was set up in the courtyard. The merchants of all sizes of the villages outside the courtyard were also invited to have a banquet. The noise of adults drinking and children playing around made the entire mansion lively.

In the empty and useless place of the house, I faintly saw a stove standing there, wearing red silk, as if it had been sacrificed. Tang Long, the "money leopard" with a red face, stood in front of the stone platform not far from the forge, looking at the pile of fragments of the Tianqi Sword.

A little regretful.

"I want to make a new job, but I have lived so much as I have never seen such a spiritual iron." He shook his head and said to Bai Ning next to him: "The Lord..... I have only three levels of confidence to recover from the humble position. The rest depends on the will of God."
Chapter completed!