"Which dynasty was there before the Moon Kingdom?" Yang Ruoqing asked.

"Southern Dynasty!"

"Southland!"

Luo Fengtang and Zuo Junmo almost blurted out.

Yang Ruoqing glanced at the two of them and suddenly realized that she looked like a fool.

"Let Brother Zuo answer your questions." Luo Fengtang smiled faintly, picked up the tea bowl in front of him and drank tea.

Considering that he had said so many words in one breath before, there must have been smoke coming out of his throat, so Yang Ruoqing turned her questioning eyes to Zuo Junmo.

"Brother Zuo, tell me about the Southern Dynasties!" she said.

This is the second time I heard the word Nanchao, but I still feel my heart beating faster.

Why?

Just because of the Moye sword on her waist!

This sword was obtained by her, Luo Fengtang, Tuobaling, and Qi Xingyun from the underground tomb behind Sishan Col many years ago.

The owner of that underground palace, according to the depiction on the mural, should be a female emperor from the Southern Dynasties. The Moye Sword was buried with her, lying next to her body, holding it in her hand.

What frightened Yang Ruoqing was not only the recognition of Mo Xiejian's master, nor the fact that the Empress' body had not decayed after hundreds of years, but the Empress' face that looked exactly like hers!

Zuo Junmo's gentle voice slowly sounded, bringing Yang Ruoqing's thoughts back to reality.

"The Southern Dynasties, to me, is a very distant existence. There are too few records about the Southern Dynasties, almost just a few words."

"I saw a few records from an ancient book handed down from our Mohist ancestors. It is said that the Southern Dynasty, two hundred years ago, was the ruler of this continent at that time!"

"At that time, there was only one great Eastern country standing on this continent, and it was the Southern Dynasties that dominated the world."

"It is said that the Southern Dynasty went through several generations of emperors, and each generation worked hard and worked hard to govern. The Southern Dynasty was a prosperous age, stretching across the north and south, running through the east and west, with worshipers from all directions and congratulations from all directions. The prosperity at that time was far beyond our imagination!"

"But later, at the end of the dynasty, the country's fortunes declined. No one could continue to be glorious, not even the dynasty. It is said that the last emperor of the Southern Dynasty was immoral and incompetent, and the world was in chaos. Fire and rain fell from the sky, famine spread, plagues were rampant, and the world was in chaos.

, after which the heroes separated themselves, and the world was divided into many small countries."

"Even if these small countries once again experience a hundred years of melee, it will only be the rise of the Liao Dynasty and the Qi Dynasty, with Yanmen Pass as the boundary, dividing the north and the south."

"No matter how prosperous the Liao and Qi Dynasties were, they could never compare to the illustrious Southern Dynasties that unified the world at the time. It's a pity that the great rivers will go eastward, and the world will change forever!"

I don't know whether it was the tone of Zuo Junmo's words that had the power to charm people's hearts, or the melancholy caused by the decline of the Southern Dynasty itself. An inexplicable sadness quietly came to Yang Ruoqing's heart...

"It's just a long-lasting thing, and it has nothing to do with us. Qing'er, why are you...crying?" Zuo Junmo looked at her, very surprised.

Luo Fengtang also noticed it. He calmly raised his hand and gently held Yang Ruoqing's hand, with relief in his eyes.

Zuo Junmo was even more puzzled when he saw the reactions of the two couples.

Yang Ruoqing smiled and raised her hand to wipe the moisture from the corner of her eyes: "I'm just a little sorry. Maybe the moonlight tonight is so beautiful, which makes me a little... sad for spring and sad for autumn. Haha, it made Brother Zuo laugh."

Zuo Junmo smiled and shook his head.

The wind suddenly picked up, and Yang Ruoqing felt a slight chill on her shoulders. She subconsciously raised her hand to touch her shoulders.

"It's getting late, Brother Zuo, let's stop talking tonight!"

Luo Fengtang suddenly stood up and said.

Yang Ruoqing also stood up immediately.

Zuo Junmo nodded: "That's fine. We have to leave early tomorrow morning. It's time to rest early. You go back to the house first. I'll tell my servants to come over and clear the table before going back."

The couple nodded and turned to leave. Luo Fengtang put his arms around Yang Ruoqing's shoulders and covered her slightly cold shoulders with his big warm palms.

This movement was performed with familiarity and naturalness.

Behind him, Zuo Junmo's pupils shrank slightly, then he shifted his gaze and looked at the bright moon in the sky...

Back in the house, Luo Fengtang took off his cloak and put it on Yang Ruoqing's shoulders, and then poured her a bowl of hot water: "Hold it in your hand to keep it warm."

Yang Ruoqing took the bowl, her hands were warm and her heart was warm.

There is a tacit understanding that does not need to be expressed. With a small move from you, the other party can see your situation. This is called telepathy.

"Tangyaozi, why do you know so much about the Southern Dynasties?" Yang Ruoqing took a sip of hot water and asked curiously.

Luo Fengtang smiled lightly and said: "Actually, I just know about the existence of the Southern Dynasty. It was so long ago that there are very few records about that dynasty."

"Stop lying, you are not suitable for lying, especially in front of me." Yang Ruoqing raised her finger and pointed at her eyes, smiling.

"You used to be only interested in military matters. Let me guess, the reason why you pay attention to the Southern Dynasties is because of me, right?" She asked again.

Luo Fengtang was stunned for a moment and fell silent.

This is the default.

Yang Ruoqing curled her lips and continued: "Actually, there are many things in this world where people look alike. I take this matter to heart myself. You don't have to think too much about it. The other person has been dead for hundreds of years.

Empress, I am of flesh and blood, and I am your Qing'er!"

Luo Fengtang suddenly came to her, leaned down and looked at her deeply.

"The world is full of wonders, Qing'er, I remember you told me the secrets of your body and soul." He whispered, his eyes full of worry.

Yang Ruoqing was stunned.

Yes, last time in the temple in Tianhai County, she completely opened her heart to him and revealed the secret that she had kept in her heart for fourteen years, that is, she came from another time and space...

"Qing'er, do you know? Ever since I learned your secret, I have been both surprised and scared."

Luo Fengtang gently held her shoulders, his gaze so deep that he seemed to be looking into her heart.

"Sometimes I'm afraid that you will be suddenly recalled and suddenly disappear. Even if I hold a heavy army and turn the world upside down, I still won't be able to find you. This is what I'm afraid of..."

His brows were knitted together, and his face was a little pale.

Even on a bloody battlefield, even with outnumbered enemies and his life hanging by a thread, he had never felt panic and helpless before. At this moment, it was so clearly engraved on his face and in her eyes.

Yang Ruoqing felt a pain in her heart and quickly put down the tea bowl in her hand, reaching out to hold his face.

"Tangyaozi, don't panic. Now that I'm here, no matter what the reason is, I won't leave. Look, I've already given birth to your child!" She smiled at him.

He blinked.

Luo Fengtang looked at her and murmured: "I'm still afraid, I'm afraid that you suddenly disappear, I'm afraid that I can't find you..."
Chapter completed!