Marrying a Disabled General and be His Wife

The flying ship Yunzhou’s entry into the city caused a stir. When the two of them went out, the streets were already blocked by people.

Fortunately, their horses, Zhaoye and Shuanghan opened the way, otherwise there would have really been no way to go.

Despite this, the forward speed was still much slower.

They passed by the city gate on the way up the mountain. As they approached, the originally closed city gate was slowly opened.

Looking closely, Cui Yuanqing was actually sitting on a carriage to greet the flying ship entrance. There were guards on three levels around him, and Wu Guangping stood half a step behind him to wait on him.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar person, Tan Chuyan snorted.

How ridiculous. Tan Hongyun wanted to protect his throne from his sons and brothers, but he was betrayed by the eunuch who served him personally.

Tan Chuyan suddenly remembered the secret report sent back by the spies, which said that Tan Hongyun had his head cut off by Wu Guangping, and Wu Guangping opened the palace gate to welcome Cui Yuanqing, who was hiding in the capital of Qi Kingdom, into the palace.

Qi Kingdom’s current fate was all due to their king’s own fault, and the same could be said for Jing Kingdom and Dayong Dynasty.

The rise of Dayong Dynasty’s eunuchs was entirely due to the emperor’s desire to restrict his relatives’ power.

Later, the eunuchs became more and more powerful and the emperor had to rely on his relatives.

Repeating the cycle, today’s Dayong Dynasty not only torn apart, but also faced the crisis of extinction.

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Tan Chuyan was weighing this matter when a huge wind whistle suddenly came from the distant mountains, and everyone looked up.

The flying ship flapped its wings and hovered in the sky above the city gate, blocking out the sky and the sun.

Under the gaze of countless people, a rope was thrown out of the Yunzhou and slanted into the stone wall of the city gate.

Then, a man and a woman walked down step by step from a height of 100 meters on hooks.

It was clear that they were stepping on a tightrope, but they walked casually like on flat ground.

It attracted the admiration of countless people.

Feng Chilie whispered: “This master and servant are very skilled in martial arts. It seems that the Xiyi people were here well prepared.”

“We can’t delay anymore. We must build the fire gun as soon as possible,” Tan Chuyan frowned. “Let’s go. Come on, let’s go up the mountain quickly.”

The two of them walked against the crowd, and suddenly, curses that contradicted the exclamation rang out from the crowd.

“Damn eunuch! You lured the wolf into the house, you will die a bad death!”

The voice was rough and wild, and it was very familiar.

Tan Chuyan looked back and saw the old man who took them in yesterday holding a stick and a hoe, was rushing toward Cui Yuanqing without hesitation.

But all this was like a moth flying into the fire or a mantis using its arms as a chariot. The guards around Cui Yuanqing all raised their troops and stabbed him out without blinking an eye.

In an instant, a living person was riddled with holes.

The hoe crashed to the ground, and the old man raised his finger and pointed at Cui Yuanqing on the carriage, shouting at the top of his lungs: “Damn eunuch, you must die a bad death!”

Cui Yuanqing frowned, raised his hand and commanded, pinching his throat and said: “Kill him quickly!”

“Pfft!”

The white blade passed through the body, and the old man lost all hope of life in front of everyone, but his bleeding eyes were still staring at the person on the carriage.

The onlookers were frightened by this scene and fled in all directions in confusion.

Cui Yuanqing frowned and turned to look at Wu Guangping with a sinister look on his face: “Cut off that bastard’s head and hang it on the gate for three days as a warning!”

“Yes, General Manager,” Wu Guangping glanced at someone who had already walked down the tightrope and was standing on the city wall: “Is this good? The prince of Xiyi is already here.”

“So, what about him?” Cui Yuanqing disliked the other party’s style: “I have the final say in everything here!”

A dead head was hung above the city gate.

How dare Cui Yuanqing!

Tan Chuyan tightened his grip on the reins, took out the soft sword hanging from his waist, and raised it slightly.

“Don’t be impulsive!” Feng Chilie held down Tan Chuyan’s hand: “We are in Cui Yuanqing’s territory!”

Everything in this world was so unfair!

Why did some people dried their blood for their country and people, while others killed innocent people indiscriminately for power?

Tan Chuyan’s veins popped up on the back of his hand, and he finally let go of his soft sword.

He bowed to the heroic old man’s head hanging above the city gate, turned around, and entered the mountain stream.

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The mountain path was very quiet, and the ancient bells rang from the top of the mountain, startling a flock of birds.

There were stone steps halfway up the mountain, which were not suitable for horses to continue walking. The two of them patted the horse’s butt, and Zhaoye and Shuanghan swung their tails and disappeared somewhere to eat grass.

But this environment made it easier for Nama to run around. He had been hiding all the way, and now he could finally fly freely. When Feng Chilie raised his head, he could see Nama’s wings fluttering.

Nama accompanied them all the way, and when they arrived at the gate of Tianling Temple, they didn’t know where he was hiding, but they knew very well that Nama was nearby.

The temple door was open, and they were the first people to arrive today.

Tan Chuyan stopped a young monk: “Little master, can you tell Concubine Shu that Tan Chuyan wants to see her?”

“Amitabha.” The young monk performed the Buddhist greeting: “There is no Concubine Shu here, only Master Jing’an.”

“I apologize.” Tan Chuyan smiled and said, “Then can you tell Master Jing’an?”

The young monk said, “Master Jing’an is practicing meditation behind closed doors and does not see guests.”

Tan Chuyan took out the broken bracelet. He showed it to the young monk and said, “Can I trouble you, little master, to show this to Master Jing’an? If she still doesn’t want to see guests, we’ll leave immediately and won’t bother you again.”

The young monk hesitated for a moment, but seeing the sincerity of the two people, he continued: “Then let me ask.”

There was a Bodhi tree that had lived for hundreds of years in the courtyard of Tianling Temple. It was in bloom now, and its branches were all white.

There was a square table under the tree with pens, ink, and wind chime paper.

Tan Chuyan walked under the tree, put the pen on the wind chime paper, and after writing, he picked up the wind chime paper and turned around.

Suddenly, a breeze blew up, white petals flew all over the sky, and the wind chimes made a clear sound.

Standing under the tree, Tan Chuyan was surrounded by all this. Feng Chilie shook his mind for a moment, feeling that the person in front of him looked like a Great Buddha with his eyes full of compassion and pity for the common people.

Tan Chuyan shook the wind chime paper in his hand: “Ah Lie, do me a favor and hang it at the highest point.”

“Okay.” Feng Chilie walked over and took the wind chime paper from Tan Chuyan’s hand. He tapped the branches lightly with his toes and jumped to the highest point.

After hanging it up, he fell next to Tan Chuyan, clasped his hands together with him, and silently prayed to the God.

‘May the worlds be safe until they were full of white hairs in this life.’