Time and busyness are the best medicine in the world.

Both of these are enough to make people forget the heart-wrenching past and move forward with a new vision.

Seven months have passed, from early spring to clear autumn.

The people gradually emerged from the natural disaster that separated their wives and children. When the rice turned golden, they realized that the most difficult days had finally come to an end and everything would develop in a better direction.

Towns in various places have begun to send memorials on the autumn harvest. Although this is not the busiest time, from the amount of food and grass reported in those memorials, it can be foreseeable that this year will be a bumper year.

Before the sun set, Fangziyu finally corrected the last memorial.

The seven-month situation has brought the once dead land back to life, and has also made this once-breathable girl gradually adapt to her identity as an emperor.

Her face was quiet, but she waved her hand to the palace maid beside her who was responsible for taking care of her daily life: "Yun'er, you go out first, I want to take a break alone."

The woman named Yun'er next to her was well-behaved and did not ask much. After bowing to Fang Ziyu, she retreated with Yingying, the rest of the attendants in the hall.

When the palace gate was slowly closed by Yun'er, the afterglow of the sun was separated by the wooden door, and the hall was darkened. Only the woman sitting in the middle of the palace gate flashed with charming brilliance, like the bright stars in the endless night.

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Then, a long sigh came out of the mouth of the fish and echoed in the palace gate.

Fang Ziyu, wearing a gorgeous robe, stood up from behind the desk. She stepped into the middle of the hall and looked up at the empty roof. The bright light in her eyes suddenly dimmed a little.

To be fair, she was not interested in the so-called Ning Chao throne. As for the title of Empress Chengtian, it was something that others imposed on her. She just couldn't bear to see the hungry people dying in hunger, and was not at ease to hand over the authority that determined the life and death of the world into the hands of others. Although she was a little naive, she was not stupid. Chen Xuanji asked her to read more than once mentioned that the emperor should not only be kind to the people, but also be domineering to shock the world.

She knew very well that the three kingdoms of Xia, Zhou and Chen were included in Daning, after all, it was just a temporary measure after there was no food in the world, and now all over the world have ushered in a bumper harvest. The sages had a lot of wine and thought about lust. How could those powerful men who had submitted to her be willing to stay under others? Once they really found an opportunity, the world would inevitably be a bloody storm. So no matter what the considerations were made, the position of the Empress Chengtian could only be made by Fangziyu.

Because only she has such a great reputation, can she gather such irreversible public opinion, can she allow those heroes who are full of great ambitions to continue to lie dormant, and can she allow this world that has improved will continue to flourish.

Fang Ziyu couldn't help but sigh again when she thought of this. Her hands hidden under her cuffs suddenly moved, and a huge force swept across her body, but it was restrained in an instant. The moment this force swept, her body suddenly disappeared under the wrapper of that force.

After a short but brilliant flow of light and shadow, Fang Ziyu's body came to the roof of Zhaixing Pavilion, the tallest building in Changle Palace. This was the ability she had after ascending the throne. It was not surprising. It could only be done after mastering the laws of twisting space. It was strange to say that since she reached the fairyland with the dragon energy poured from the world on the throne ceremony, as spring came, the lives of the people were getting better and better, and the entire Daning Dynasty also had a prosperous momentum. Fang Ziyu, who sat in the palace every day and tried her best to correct each memorial handed over, not only did not decline in any way because of such hard work, but instead became stronger every day.

Such an improvement is an extremely significant improvement. Every day she can feel that she is stronger than yesterday. As for how strong she is, she said that after that natural disaster, most of the sects in the world have been defeated. The immortals and powerful people in it are either completely secluded and want to cultivate the position of true immortals to jump out of this world, or they have already died in that catastrophe. In this huge world, it has become a matter of far more difficult than climbing to heaven.

Without an accurate comparison, Fang Ziyu could not tell what level of strength she has now. Of course, she also did not know whether every immortal emperor from ancient times has treated her like this. But if this is true, what puzzled her was that although she could not tell what level she is now, she could clearly understand that such strength was far from comparable to an ordinary immortal. And if the immortal emperor who was in charge of the Daxia was also in charge of such strength, how could he be shot through the grand and grand unification of Qianqiu by Lin Shou with one arrow and one dream?

Standing on the roof of Zhaixing Pavilion, looking into the distance, the platy fish, who was already looking at the setting sun with only an undetectable halo, suddenly frowned.

After the initial busyness and the panic of ascension to the throne, Fang Ziyu, who gradually calmed down, thought about all the things before and after the natural disaster.

And the conclusion she could draw was just three words that were very strange.

The grain storage place that Chen Xuanji asked her to carry, the 100,000 troops who had just entered the Lujiaoyuan during the natural disaster, were as if they had been specially arranged for her. As long as she obtained these things according to the established routine, she could easily survive this disaster. This idea was not the first time that Fang Ziyu had appeared in Fang Ziyu's mind, but at most she could only think about these past things and could not verify them.

But the doubts in her heart, except for the unproven part, were more things that she dared not to verify.

Where did Xu Han and others go? Are they among the 100,000 mountains, and have they really returned, located west of Qingzhou.

If it were seven months ago, Fang Ziyu, who had unloaded the emperor's burden, would have rushed to the place without hesitation and found out. But when she sat on the throne of the emperor, although she had no time to go there herself, it was not difficult to send someone to find out after everything calmed down. But the more she reached this point, Fang Ziyu became more afraid.

She was afraid that the west of Qingzhou would be empty, or that there would be no trace of people in the 100,000 mountains, because if they were alive, the news that she became the Empress of Chengtian had already spread all over the country. How could they not come to find her? Sometimes, instead of exposing the invisible hope, it would be better to place it there. When you are desperate and exhausted, you will have some strength again when you look at it from a distance.

This is the truth that Fang Ziyu learned alone in the busyness of Chen State. It can be regarded as a kind of growth, but it is more like a compromise in his eyes.

After making such a compromise, every day, Fang Ziyu would come to the roof of Zhaixing Pavilion to look west. A queen looked at the sunset in the west again, and only she knew that she was watching the old friend...

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Today, the prescription fish is also looking west.

She watched it for a long time as before, and she was a little dazzled.

It was not until the sunset completely that Fang Ziyu sighed and slowly withdrew his gaze.

The bright light in her eyes also dimmed a little. She knew that the dream of recalling the past was over. She needed to return to the palace, eat under the gaze of everyone, and then continue to correct the memorials handed over at night, and then go to bed early, because there will be countless new memorials to be handed over tomorrow, and it will be endless. Sometimes she couldn't understand what such a day was, and why did those heroes beat you to the death for such a boring thing.

Fang Ziyu sighed again, then he calmed down his mood, and had to use the secret method she had just learned to twist the space and return to the bedroom where he was staying.

But her hands hiding under her wide cuffs made some moves, but suddenly froze at the next moment.

Her brows frowned and looked northwest. The expression between her eyebrows suddenly became solemn at that time. She felt an extremely cold breath in the distant direction. She was not unfamiliar with such an aura, which was the aura that was sanctified by the Holy Son Soldiers created by Senluo Hall. But the difference is that the aura that she sensed at this moment was obviously several times colder than those of the Holy Son Son Soldiers.

"Is it the remnant of Senluo Palace?" Fang Ziyu thought to himself that even though he now has the strength far beyond ordinary immortals, Fang Ziyu still has deep fear of the Senluo Palace that once swept the world. It is like a poisonous snake dormant in the dense forest. Before it is sensed by you, you cannot detect any trace of its existence. Once you detect its existence, the other party's fangs are probably about to tear open your neck.

Besides, if we can really find the remnants of Senluo Palace, we might be able to learn some of the whereabouts of Xu Han and others from them.

These two factors were superimposed, so when she came to her senses, Fang Ziyu's eyes condensed, and then the stagnant movement under her wide cuffs moved again. However, this time, what she was going to was not her bedroom, but the direction where the cold air came.

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The method of twisting space is naturally extremely profound. Not to mention ordinary monks, even those immortals who have a long lifespan, claiming to be able to move mountains and fill the seas, pick stars and moons, have never heard of anyone touching the lintel of such a method. Although Fangziyu mastered this method, his time was still shallow. With the level she mastered now, it was difficult to reach any corner of the world at will. She had to follow the traction of that breath several times before she arrived at the Changwu Pass, the former border of Chen State.

After using this method of twisting space, the consumption of Fangziyu was obviously quite large. She panted slightly, then looked up and looked in the direction where the breath came. She could clearly feel that the breath was not far from her, and was instinctive hostility towards the Senluo Palace. When she arrived here, she was fully prepared in her heart.

But when she looked up and saw clearly the situation in Changwu Guanzhong in front of her, Fang Ziyu still couldn't help but fall into deep horror.

What came to my face was the strong smell of blood that was almost insoluble. The city wall was filled with darkness that could not be shone into, and cold corpses could be seen everywhere in the depths of the darkness. There were vaguely strange figures passing through the corpses, transporting the corpses to a certain place in Changwuguan at an extremely fast speed.

Fang Ziyu took a few breaths to suppress the horror and anger in her heart. She hid her breath, jumped into the shadow of the city wall, and carefully followed the steps of the strange figures, and walked with them in Changwu Guanzhong, which had turned into a dead city.

It is hard to imagine that when she felt this cold breath, she used the secret method of twisting the space to rush here. The whole process took only about ten breaths. It is hard to imagine what kind of existence it was that it could slaughter all the more than 100,000 people in Changwu Pass in this short ten breath situation.

She followed the figures of the followers through the winding alleys in Changwu Guanzhong, and finally arrived at an open place. It should be a market in the pass. However, at this moment, there was no longer the lively scene of pedestrians and vendors hawking around. Some of them were just corpses lifted from everywhere by those black figures and placed together into hills.

"What are they going to do?" Fang Ziyu frowned and thought to herself. Soon she gave the answer in her heart: it seemed that she wanted to perform some kind of ritual.

Her eyes began to sweep back and forth across the open space with corpses, and then she found that just above the open space, there was a huge black disc, on which was placed a throne, and a figure sat on it.

Fang Ziyu's brows frowned a little deeper. In her life, she had seen many strange things, but the thing in front of her was an unheard of, and she could clearly feel the powerful aura that made her frightened from that thing.

She could not confirm whether this group of people was a remnant of Senluo Palace, but she inexplicably felt that the figure sitting high on the throne seemed familiar, but she couldn't remember where she had seen it for a while.

She poked her head a little, trying to see the figure clearly, but the other party's perception was obviously more sensitive than her. Even though she was facing her back, the other party could sense the existence of the Fangziyu.

His head slowly turned around at that time, and his dark eyes met Fang Ziyu's clear eyes.
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