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Li Luochen suddenly crossed a different color, looked sideways outside, and said to Zi Ruoqing: "Your request, this king has answered." ”

"Thank you, Your Highness. Zi Ruoqing immediately said gratefully.

"No need, this king once owed the Zi family a favor, and he just paid it back. Li Luochen said indifferently.

Zi Ruoqing said with a sad expression: "However, Ruoqing has already cut off relations with the Zi family...... is no longer a member of the Purple Family. ”

"This king only recognizes blood. After Li Luochen finished speaking, he walked out, "I have a good life to cultivate my soul, and this king is gone." The door closed again.

The purple ethereal soul looked at the mottled moonlight sprinkled into the big inside outside the window, and a touch of sadness appeared on her pale face......

"Yue'er, my mother misses you so much......" The soul gradually disappeared, and the hall returned to calm.

Outside the hall, Bai Wuchang maintained the posture of guarding the door like a sculpture, but he didn't pick up the figure hiding on the side, because he had already locked on the other party's every move.

When he heard the sound of the door opening and closing here, he immediately turned around and greeted him: "Master." ”

Li Luochen quietly glanced at a dark corner outside the hall, and said in a faint voice: "Let's go!"

Bai Wuchang couldn't help but be stunned, "Master, it's ......"

"It doesn't matter. Li Luochen didn't say anything, but strode out.

Bai Wuchang didn't understand very well, he knew that there was someone hiding over there, so why didn't he care? But he didn't ask any more questions, and quickly followed.

After a while, the person hiding in the shadows appeared.

There was a look of doubt in his eyes, "Why are there still people here late at night?" glanced at a few corners with a faint glow, and his eyes also showed a look of clarity, understanding why his divine sense couldn't reach inside.

Collecting other thoughts in his heart, he walked towards the main hall and the dormitory, his steps were slow, and he looked up at the gate, and there was a three-character plaque of Ruoqing Hall hanging on it.

His eyes dimmed, and he showed a touch of sadness, and muttered in a low voice, "Queen Mother...... Yue'er is coming. ”

My heart became uncontrollably heavy, looking at the closed door, step by step, step by step......

It wasn't until the person was already outside the gate that he raised his hand and touched the door, and a vague memory appeared in his mind.

His fingers trembled slightly, and he lost the courage to push open the door, and stood outside the door for a while, and finally pushed the door open.

Squeak...... The door slowly opened, and through the faint moonlight, you could still faintly see some of the inside of the dormitory.

With apprehension, Lu Ziyue took a step forward, walked into the hall, raised her hand for a while, and the door closed again.

A night pearl appeared in his hand, and with the appearance of the night pearl, the appearance of the room was also seen clearly.

Everything in front of me still seems to have retained its appearance, but judging from the table top with a thick layer of dust, no one has been here for a long time, except for the two men I saw just now.

Holding the night pearl in his hand, he looked at every place in the palace, and finally walked to the side of a wall in the hall, and looked at the portrait of a woman hanging on the wall, which was Zi Ruoqing.

Lu Ziyue's eyes couldn't help but redden, and her voice said with a hint of choking: "Queen Mother, Yue'er has come to see you...... Are you, in?

There was no other voice in response to her than her own echo.

Tears slipped out of the corners of Lu Ziyue's eyes, looking at the woman with a charming face on the portrait and a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, she couldn't help but raise her hand to touch it, and said sadly: "I'm Yue'er, Queen Mother, do you recognize me?" Yue'er has grown up......

"If you're here, come out and see the moon, okay......"

Tears continued to slide down, smashing on the table and the ground in front of the portrait.

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