Film and Television: The Great Feng Sword Immortal, starting with Lingyue's updo hairstyle

Heng Hui's promise stemmed from his profound understanding of his own heart.

Princess Pingyang was overjoyed, tears welling up in her eyes. Her hard work had finally paid off.

“Master, I have personal guards with me. If I am missing for more than half an hour, they will immediately begin a search in the mountains.”

"In no time, the news will reach my father's ears."

"We urgently need a magical artifact that can isolate our aura in order to avoid being captured by the astronomers of the Imperial Observatory. At the same time, we must also forge new household registrations in order to leave the capital smoothly."

Furthermore, sufficient silver must be raised, otherwise even if they escape the city, their livelihood will be in question…

Princess Pingyang, who has always been lively and cheerful, finally spoke her mind about the thoughts that had been brewing in her heart for days.

Heng Hui appeared somewhat slow-witted, which stemmed from his lack of experience in worldly life. He was completely unaware of how to establish himself in the world, and his elopement was entirely dependent on the guidance of Princess Pingyang.

"Don't worry, there is me!"

Princess Pingyang was filled with excitement. After all, as a princess, she had always been successful since childhood. This elopement was nothing more than a common occurrence among talented men and beautiful women in forbidden books.

"As for other trivial matters, this humble monk is indeed powerless to help."

However, this temple possesses a mysterious magical artifact that can effectively conceal one's aura, rendering any means of detection ineffective… My master has complete faith in me, therefore, I should be able to retrieve it.”

Faced with the princess's clear, bright eyes, Heng Hui was deeply moved and let the girl plan their future together.

The girl smiled, tilted her head forward lightly, and gently kissed Heng Hui's cheek.

"When it comes to magical artifacts, I really have no idea where to start. However, when it comes to forging an identity, I do have a way."

“The young master of the Pingyuan Earl’s family often boasts in front of me, claiming that he is well-versed in both the legitimate and criminal worlds and that he is invincible in the capital and can handle any matter.”

“We’ve been together since childhood, and his father was also on good terms with my father. I have wealth in my hands, and if I give him some, I’m sure I’ll get his help!”

"He promised to help us forge our identities and get us out of the city safely. From that moment on, our freedom was guaranteed!"

……

Listening to Princess Pingyang's eloquent narration of her ambition to elope, Heng Hui's heart was filled with boundless longing for the future.

three days later.

Zhang Feng, Minister of War.

Zhang Fengzheng, Sun Mingzhong (a supervising secretary of the Ministry of Revenue), and the Earl of Pingyuan were secretly plotting something.

Although the Earl of Pingyuan belonged to the ranks of the nobility, he had deep friendships with civil officials and was not of the same mind as Prince Yu, who was strongly supported by the nobility.

Chapter 121 Searching the mountains, but finding no trace.

"My lord, is this true?"

Zhang Feng's words couldn't hide his excitement, and Sun Mingzhong also showed a joyful expression.

"Lord Zhang, Lord Sun, everything you said is true!"

“Princess Pingyang was engaged to Prince Yu, but she harbored the idea of ​​eloping with a monk, and even went so far as to find a magical artifact to conceal her presence in order to hide her whereabouts.”

"The princess asked my son to forge a household registration, which I have temporarily seized. I would appreciate your guidance on how to handle this matter."

Zhang Feng was undoubtedly the one in charge. He stroked his neat and dignified beard, and his face gradually returned to calm.

"Then let's help the princess elope!"

"As a close relative of the royal family, if he fails to strictly discipline his children, leading to her eloping with a monk, what will become of Prince Yu's reputation?"

As the ancients said, self-cultivation is the foundation of family harmony, family harmony is the basis of governing the country, and governing the country is the prerequisite for bringing peace to the world.

However, Wang Lian couldn't even control the women in his own household, committing such indecent acts at the age of 15, yet he dared to talk about assisting in governing the country—wasn't that a joke?

Sun Mingzhong echoed:

“What Lord Zhang said is absolutely right, and I share the same view. After all, we have not taken any action; we have merely been going along with the trend and adding fuel to the fire.”

"No wonder Prince Yu's family education was not strict, which prevented her from entering the cabinet. The responsibility for this cannot be borne by anyone else."

……

Outside Qinglong Temple, the carriage slowly drove out.

The carriage traveled along the winding mountain road, gradually accelerating at the bend, and in about half an hour, it had left Qinglong Temple behind.

Inside the carriage, Heng Hui and Princess Pingyang were both disguised. The princess was dressed in plain clothes and did not wear any conspicuous gold or silver jewelry.

“Great! Even though the guards have already begun searching the mountains, we have no trace of them.”

What Princess Pingyang clutched tightly in her bosom was a treasure that Heng Hui had stolen, a treasure that concealed her aura. Even if the astronomers from the Imperial Observatory found it, they would have difficulty tracing its whereabouts.

The monk Heng Hui wore a scholar's hat and an elegant long robe, making it difficult to recognize him as a monk at first glance.

Compared to Princess Pingyang's joy and excitement, Heng Hui felt a mix of curiosity and nervousness, all because he was about to step into a completely unfamiliar living environment.

On the carriage, besides the eloping lovers, there was also the son of the Earl of Pingyuan who had come to meet them.

After half a day.

The carriage had completely left the capital's territory and now came to a slow stop in a desolate valley.

The eldest son of the Marquis of Pingyuan jumped down from the carriage first and shouted into it:

"Princess, we have left the capital. I have prepared clothes and travel expenses for everyone. Please get off the carriage and collect them quickly."

Princess Pingyang peered out the window and saw that the carriage was not parked in the middle of the official road, and the surroundings were desolate, which made her feel a little scared.

Deep in the shade of the trees, two young men dressed in fine clothes walked slowly towards her. Princess Pingyang was startled when she saw their faces.

The young man with dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept well for days and nights, was Zhang Yi, a well-known young master in the capital and the son of the Minister of War.

I had met this young master once before; his father seemed to work in the Ministry of Revenue.

Although Princess Pingyang knew little about court politics, she was well aware that her father rarely interacted with the Earl of Pingyuan and the civil officials of the Six Ministries, so she couldn't help but wonder why they were here.

Noticing that Princess Pingyang's small hands were slightly cold, Heng Hui immediately poked her head out of the carriage.

Just as he was about to peek out, the eldest son of the Marquis of Pingyuan slapped his scholar's hat off, and then the man's hand landed heavily on Heng Hui's head, leaving a stinging slap.

"You bald monk, dreaming of swan meat?"

Before Heng Hui could recover from the shock, the scholar with dark circles under his eyes suddenly grabbed his throat tightly and dragged him away from the carriage.

Even though Zhang Yi is a master of time management and has kidney deficiency, he is also an eighth-rank martial artist. With his strength, dealing with Heng Hui is a piece of cake.

He stomped on Heng Hui several times, his angry curses growing increasingly vile:

"You filthy bald monk, how dare you covet the delicate flowers of the royal family! You're dreaming!"

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Princess Pingyang was terrified. With neither Heng Hui by her side nor any attendants or guards protecting her, she was at a loss and did not know how to cope.

"What are you going to do?"

"Young Master, why did you bring these two young masters here? Didn't we agree to escort them out of the capital?"

The eldest son of the Marquis of Pingyuan did not forcibly remove Princess Pingyang from the carriage, but walked straight to Heng Hui and stomped his head heavily into the dust.

"Princess, run! They are not good people!"

Heng Hui screamed and struggled with all her might, but all her efforts were in vain under the control of the martial man.

Then, Young Master Sun took out a rope and bound Heng Hui tightly, even silencing her violent roars.

"Please let him go, young master, young master Zhang, I have money! All my wealth is at your disposal!"

Princess Pingyang was extremely anxious, tears welling up in her eyes. She hurriedly took all the packages out of the carriage.

Despite her naive nature, she had already foreseen the worst possible outcome.

Zhang Yi, who was known for his lustful nature, strolled leisurely to the carriage and stared intently at Princess Pingyang's beautiful face, unable to look away from admiring her.

"I've already thoroughly enjoyed these beautiful young ladies; as for those members of the royal family and nobility, I haven't even set foot on them yet... Alas, what a pity..."

Princess Pingyang nimbly dodged Zhang Yi's outstretched hand and panicked, hiding deep inside the carriage. "Zhang Yi, how dare you touch this princess! If my father finds out, he will surely have your entire family executed!"

Upon hearing Princess Pingyang's words, the three young masters simultaneously revealed knowing smiles.

The eldest son of the Marquis of Pingyuan kicked Heng Hui suddenly and laughed mockingly:

"Didn't you say you no longer wanted to be a princess and planned to elope with that foolish monk? Now that you are no longer a princess, why would His Highness Prince Yu pay any more attention to you?"

Seeing the tense and fearful expression on Princess Pingyang's face, Zhang Yi couldn't help but gleam with excitement. "Your Highness, look at this place. It's so desolate that even birds don't want to visit it. I'm afraid no one has bothered with it for decades."

"If I were to kill you all and bury your bones in these mountains, who would know where you went? Heh heh."

“Zhang Yi… no, it should be Young Master Zhang, whatever you desire, even if it is something my father can provide, I will grant it to you. I only hope you can spare us and leave us a way to live.”

Princess Pingyang's eyes glistened with tears as she pleaded in a sorrowful voice.

“My father is the Minister of War, a high-ranking official, and his power is immense. All my desires have been fulfilled. As for you, Princess, I have long admired you. If I could become your consort, I would gladly go through fire and water for you.”

Zhang Yi crossed his arms over his chest, a pleasant smile on his face, and said softly.

Chapter 122 A Desperate Situation, A New lease on life

Upon hearing Zhang Yi's words, Heng Hui burst into tears and let out a weak sob. Her legs, which she was kicking with all her might, were instantly broken by Young Master Sun's foot.

Now, he deeply regrets his actions and is heartbroken over his decision to elope with Princess Pingyang.

In this complex and chaotic world, he felt powerless to protect the woman he loved so deeply.

If he could have foreseen today's outcome, he would have preferred to let the princess marry someone else under the guise of a political marriage, while he himself would have preferred to spend the rest of his life with the Buddha lamp.

Witnessing their brutality, Princess Pingyang burst into tears. She knelt inside the carriage, pleading desperately with sobs.

"Young Master Zhang, please spare us..."

Zhang Yi gently touched his forehead, his fingertips lightly tracing Princess Pingyang's chin, with a hint of reluctance, "This young master truly finds it hard to part with you."

Upon hearing this, Princess Pingyang quickly took out a gold hairpin from her bosom and fastened it to her slender neck, the tip of which had already pierced her tender skin.

"Heng Hui, in this life, Ping Yang can never be your wife again!"

Just as the hairpin was about to pierce his throat, Zhang Yi suddenly spoke up, "Wait! If you insist on seeking death, then let us punish that evil monk one sword at a time."

The princess was stunned.

Young Master Sun had already drawn the short knife from his waist and ruthlessly slashed Heng Hui's arm, tearing flesh apart and causing blood to flow freely. Heng Hui writhed in pain.

At this moment, Princess Pingyang felt a pang of regret, realizing that once she lost her status as a princess, she had become so weak that she had even lost all her basic self-protection abilities.