He waved the fan lightly, and the room was immediately cold and windy, and the cold air touched the ground and instantly froze into ice, and he stretched out his hand to block it, and the ice condensed on the ground melted, and he said to Xiao Tuanzi: "Don't use it lightly, this is the frost fall, it is an immortal weapon made by Wuji Ancestor for Princess Yaochi back then, and it is also the most beautiful of all the weapons in the Nine Heavens, the fan is not big or small, you bring it on your body for self-defense, do you like it?"

Xiao Tuanzi nodded and said, "I like it, the fan is very beautiful." ”

Fan Yan said: "This is a secret between you and me, don't tell others, understand?"

Xiao Tuanzi immediately sealed his mouth and nodded vigorously.

The high priest asked Fan Yan in puzzlement: "Why didn't Your Majesty tell Miss Su directly?"

Fan Yan got up, turned around and continued to look at what valuable treasures were still in the things left by the ancestor, and said lightly: "The fewer people who know about this matter, the better, not to mention, I don't want her to get involved in unnecessary trouble because of me." ”

To bring down the Emperor of the Eastern Court and the Imperial Introduction, it is bound to be a vicious battle, and he doesn't want Su Gu to be involved because of this, because once her identity as a speech bone is discovered, all the forces of the Three Realms will be desperate to point the finger at her.

He couldn't risk her, and he didn't want to get her involved in the war between him and Dongting and Goyin.

But it's not bad to look at her caring and chaotic appearance occasionally.

Thinking of Dongting and Yuyin, Fan's eyes were cold, full of murderous aura, the emperor of Dongting and Yuyin, harmed him to such a field, tooth for tooth, eye for eye, he wanted Dongting and Yuyin, from the high nine-fold sky, fell into the mud.

In the seven hills, Fan Yan cleaned up the battlefield after the war, and at the same time, in the imperial city, Mo Yizhi and the queen mother both looked at each other unpleasantly, and both wanted each other's lives, but they were helpless against each other.

The Empress Dowager's behavior in the harem began to converge, not because of Mo Yizhi's words, not because of the impeachment of those old things in the court, but because she was tired of playing the game of Yuji, and more importantly, when the words of the Emperor of the Eastern Court told her to face Yuji again, she no longer wanted to believe in Yuji like before.

She began to be jealous of Yuji, and even when she looked at Yuji's smiling face, she began to doubt his smiling face, how much was true and how much was false.

"Kill him, or not kill him" In Cining Palace, the Queen Mother was lazily lying on the soft couch, her fingers gently sliding over the table, thinking about whether to kill Yuji.

Sooner or later, it will be a disaster to keep him, but she is a little reluctant to kill him, after all, in terms of the ability to please others, Yuji is definitely the one who can make her the happiest among the demons.

She was thinking about it, when Yuji walked in with someone outside the door, followed by the soldiers, and came in with the unconscious Lu Yao.

Yuji knelt down and saluted, and said, "Congratulations, the person you want, your subordinates have found it." ”

Seeing Lu Yao, the Queen Mother's eyes suddenly lit up, and she immediately sat up and said happily: "Well done, Yuji, the deity must reward you well." ”

She got out of bed as she spoke, walked in front of Lu Yao, raised Lu Yao's chin, her eyes were flashing with excitement, she greedily touched Lu Yao's young skin, her beautiful Danfeng eyes squinted at Yuji, and said, "What do you say about the deity, you can always please the deity." Tell the deity what you want."

Yuji stood up, walked over, reached out and stroked the queen mother's neck, looked at the queen mother smiling deeply, rough fingers rubbing on her delicate neck, and said, "What the subordinates want is the favor of the lord." As he spoke, he took the Queen Mother into his arms and kissed her vigorously.

(Markor Literature-)