A strong sense of oppression hit, making Ling Zhen slightly uncomfortable, looking at the eyes in front of him that were not as clear as before, and shaking his head without thinking about it.

"Do you like me, then?" asked Yechen again.

"You are my friend, I must like it, otherwise how could we be friends!" Although Ling Zhen was laughing, he had already complained about Yechen in his heart.

Thousands of years have passed, and it is still the same as the original Si Ming little baby, and it hasn't changed much, and no one has a pedophilia.

Yechen smiled dumbly, she should have thought that she had a group of husbands and concubines, even if she was an outstanding Luozishu, she might not be able to fall into her eyes, let alone a thousand years of him.

Jun Li is so fortunate to be able to get her blue eyes. Even a small mortal, she has to be flocked to her. And he can only be regarded as her verbal friend.

Thinking of this, he was slightly worried: "Well, you wait for me here, and I will come when I go." ”

Ling Zhen nodded, looked at the person who disappeared in front of him, shook his head helplessly, changed his position to a more comfortable position and continued to drink.

When Yechen, the little priest, returned, she was full of expectations, thinking that Shuanghua's matter had been settled, but she never imagined that Shuanghua did not exist at all. And her so-called frost bloom is very likely to have a special personality and is not in the ranks of mortals.

Not among mortals......

Ling Zhen's behemoth appearance made Yechen feel distressed: "You might as well check his past, maybe I can help you in other places." ”

What did Jun Li think, could it really be that the oil ran out and the lamp dried up? How could he treat the woman who was infatuated with him like this.

"No, I don't. I knew he wasn't going to be an ordinary mortal...... Otherwise, I wouldn't have known that my life was full of ups and downs. Tears were about to roll down, Ling Zhen forced back his eyes, and said to Yechen with a smile: "Thank you." ”

On the seventh day of the eighth month of the first year of Yonghui, Mrs. Lian Dai, the biological mother of the little Wang Ji of the Eastern Palace, was killed, and the real culprit was unknown; on the thirteenth day of the same month, the ruler of the Nine Heavens passed away, and the commanders of the Heavenly Clan attacked the Eastern Palace, and the forces of all parties were also ready to move.

The moon is very round, and the Qingxian Palace is like day. After Ling Zhen finished bathing, dried his hair, and finally changed into a red outfit as he wished.

The moment she walked out of the screen, the red-clothed man standing in front of her looked slightly stunned, and the familiarity and unfamiliarity gave her an illusion that it was Shuanghua: "You didn't wear it?"

Zishu didn't dare. ”

The person in red is Zishu, her nominal husband and concubine, who will replace Shuanghua and her husband and wife the day after tomorrow. It's funny to say, how did she think of him and the spirit girl a few days ago!

"Didn't you say that you volunteered to stay with me? I don't even have the guts to do this!" Ling Zhen sneered and approached Luozishu, and said after a long time: "You go back! You are not needed here!"

"Zishu retired. Luo Zishu bowed and retreated, and Ling Zhen didn't look at him again after he walked by, and walked straight to the bed.

On the other side of the bed, her frost blossom slept.

It doesn't matter if Shuanghua is a mortal or not, Ling Zhen wants to wait, wait for a good time to steal the emperor's holy relics to save Shuanghua, but he doesn't want Shuanghua to hide her illness, time doesn't wait for her at all.

"Is Ji'er going to be angry with her husband?" Shuanghua opened her eyes slightly, her lips were white, and the tenderness on her haggard handsome face could not be concealed.

Ling Zhen shook his head, tears couldn't help but roll down: "No." Shuanghua, look, do I look good in red?" said as he opened the sleeves of his robe like butterfly wings, and deliberately turned around in front of him.

"It's not good-looking...... "Shuanghua closed her eyes, and her breath was like leaving.

Ling Zhen was worried, knowing that he was duplicitous, so he immediately put his skirt close to the bed and nervously called Shuanghua, but Shuanghua was silent as if he was tired.

"Big vinegar altar, you yourself said that you just found someone to salute on your behalf! I'm still angry when I kick people away, you don't know how uncomfortable they feel......

"You obviously know that he ...... you" Shuanghua was so angry with her that she immediately covered her lips and coughed: "Ahem!"

Ling Zhen didn't know who Luo Zishu was, but he knew. If he had known Luozishu's true identity, he would never have let Luozishu stay with her.

Ling Zhen hurriedly went up to inquire about the situation, but he didn't inquire about the situation, but he showed Shuanghua the green silk that wanted to gradually turn purple.

His eyes were sharp, and he stared at her hair for a long time. Ling Zhen didn't find out, and hurriedly jumped out of bed to the dresser to find the bronze mirror.

Sure enough, the green silk was turning purple.

Seeing the purple hair, she couldn't help but think of the woman who lived in Shuanghua's heart, and then questioned her weight in Shuanghua's heart.

Frost likes purple hair, while she likes black hair. When she didn't know that the woman was purple-haired, she was still glad to have purple hair. And now, she is no different from the rumored purple-haired demon girl!

"We're getting married soon...... Ji'er, promise me, don't think about it too much......" Shuanghua tried her best to endure the discomfort of her body, and looked nervously at Ling Zhendao, who was expressionless in the bronze mirror.

Ling Zhen put down the bronze mirror lightly, turned around and didn't look at Shuanghua: "I didn't think much about it, I just don't like purple hair, you rest early." There was a little more indifference in his tone.

"Where are you going so late?" asked Frost Hua.

Ling Zhen's body stiffened slightly, and he said, "I can't sleep, just walk around." And he departed.

Shuanghua is right, August 16 is a good day, they are about to get married, and they really shouldn't think about it. Although Mrs. Lian Dai has only passed the first seven years, it is really not good to put up a lantern, but how can Ling Zhen let go of such a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

The marriage of Emperor Donggong has attracted the attention of all walks of life! At that time, the Heavenly Clan will not let Donggong have a good time.

"Since yesterday, Xiao Wang Ji has not cried or made trouble, and everything is as usual such as sleeping and eating. "The person sent by Ling Zhen to take care of Feng Zhi reported.

"How can the matter of the emperor's marriage be changed and changed, even if this emperor's sister is her royal sister, it can't. The death of Mrs. Lian Dai is also what Ben Diji does not want to see, and it is also on the auspicious day chosen by Ben Diji. Ling Zhen was indifferent.

It's business as usual? This doesn't match what she knows about this Wang Mei.

The slaves and maids also persuaded the little princess in this way. Mrs. Dai has already ...... I guess Xiao Wang Ji has figured it out!" The person who reported seemed to be genuine.

How could Ling Zhen not know, nodded and said, "I hope so." During this time, you must take care of the little princess, and Bendiji doesn't want her to make trouble at Bendiji's wedding. ”

In this way, it can be regarded as giving them a death order, no matter what, they must protect Feng Zhi, and don't let Feng Zhi ruin her plan because of Mrs. Lian Dai's matter.

The person who was sent to report it, Ling Zhen gathered the thinness on his body, and turned back to the tree next to the river in front of him for a long time. The red clothes are fluttering, facing the breeze in the bright moon, and the desolate eyes are like stars.

Is it Lhotse?

I opened my eyes wide and looked closer to see that it was really Lhotse. Ling Zhen's heart sank, and at that glance, she thought that which of her concubines had been wronged!

"Teiki. "Lhotse hides complex thoughts.

Ling Zhen ignored his salute, approached him, stood beside him, and stared at the endless river: "Princess Shuozhao, my mother, tens of thousands of years ago, had already planned the calamity of the Eastern Palace. ”