No wonder she couldn't spy on the remnant soul of Simu's god in the Mulan mirror, it turned out that she used such a trick!

Leng Yueping only knew that the body of Simu's god could condense the fragrance of flowers and trees in the world, and the whole body was fragrant, which should be very easy to identify, but Leng Yueping had no choice but to search for several years in the world reflected in the mirror, and still had no clue.

{We don't write novels, we're just online text porters - it turns out that Xu Xiaolan used the method of burning incense to skillfully smoke and cover up her own body fragrance.

Good for you, Concubine Hou Shuhui!

It's really hard to find!

"Ping'er, what did you say?"

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect that Lady Blossom, who sent Mo Sheng to open the Mulan Enchantment, was actually the person I was looking for!"

Leng Yueping was puzzled, and couldn't guess why Xu Xiaolan would do this.

Could it be ...... She really just wants to use the power of the Mulan Mirror to maintain the prosperity of Houshu forever?

Still is...... I want to take this opportunity to let the dust of the light dust disappear!

When Hu Qingchen heard the name of the old man and recalled the past, he didn't feel sad, and his voice gradually weakened: "Sister Lan does things, she has her own reason1 The corners of Leng Yueping's mouth floated a touch of frivolity: "Her reason, I will know!" "You're going to find her?" There was worry in his eyes, "Ping'er, how can you do it alone in the remoteness of Shudi?" Besides, you are already Situ Qianjin, and your father has just passed away, so you should keep filial piety ......" "Sister, it is precisely because of my father's death that the Holy Lord has allowed me to bring his coffin back to my hometown today and bury it in Guangling!" Leng Yueping said in every way, as if he was confident, "And I will be filial piety for my father in Guangling!" Hun Qingchen sighed faintly, lowered his eyes, thinking that a smart person like Leng Yueping had already thought about the middle joint, so why did she need to worry? I don't know how Hun Qingchen doesn't know, as long as he is out of Jinling, who can help but live the freedom of Leng Yueping. Guangling is far away from the Holy Hearing, and it is not difficult to hide from the sky and the sea, even if Leng Yueping has been missing for a year and a half, it is not very important. Once she returns, she is the daughter of the filial and generous prime minister. However, what time will it be? "Ping'er, you, will you come back?" Leng Yue looked at Hun Qingchen, her ice eyes were light, and she couldn't discern the emotions contained in it, so she looked at Hun Qingchen quietly, after all, she didn't say a word. When Hun Qingchen and Leng Yueping returned from Mirror Heart Lake, everything in the house had already been picked up. Leng Yue walked past a group of respectful slaves, lifted her skirt and boarded the wooden funeral car, her voice was like frost, revealing an inviolable majesty: "Let's go!" "Wait!" Hu Qingchen raised his hand to stop the fall of the horsewhip, hurriedly took off the willow jade ring on Hao's wrist, stretched it into the curtain, and handed it to Leng Yueping, "Perhaps, you will be able to use 1 Leng Yueping to take over the water of Youbi, his eyes deeply wandered on Hun Qingchen's face, and after being silent for a while, he seemed to smile and said: "I will see 1 curtain hanging silently in the future, quietly blocking the distant attachment of the cold moon screen to the peach blossom eyes in the distance." "Enlightenment!" The cry of the trumpet suddenly started, the sorrow and the cold thin rain, the first line, floating out of the flashy Jinling, the first line, outlining the indifference of the new grace. Murong Qian came up and grabbed Hun Qingchen's slightly cold hand, followed her sad gaze, and looked at the unknown distance together. "I can't keep the autumn light, and the red leaves are full of twilight. It's Chongyang again, the Taixie is on the verge of landing, and the dogwood incense is pendant. Purple chrysanthemum, floating courtyard households, evening smoke cage drizzle. The new geese swallowed cold, and the sadness was similar to the old age. ”