Ling Luo narrowed his eyes and observed in the darkness.

The window lattice is carved and hollowed, pasted with window paper, through the gap in the window paper, you can vaguely see the person who speaks, it is a girl with the same petite figure, and Xuanyuan Ningxi is very similar.

"Ning Jia, I've already sent the orchid over." The slightly sweet voice was Xuanyuan Ningxi's.

Ling Luo suddenly understood, it seemed that Xuanyuan Gu had given birth to a pair of daughters, and there was a small one named Xuanyuan Ningjia.

"Really, that's really good, this colorless and tasteless Huagong San, I still asked for it from Master Yunji of the Shengdan Hall, I hope it can be effective."

Ling Luo was slightly stunned.

Master Yunji of Shengdan Hall?

Does it refer to Xiling Yunji? The one who assigned himself the difficult task of cultivating spiritual fields and cultivating black thorns on the second test of freshman admission?

"Ning Jia, is this really good, I heard Fu Dong say that Ling Luo and the prince are truly in love, if Ling Luo is hurt, if the prince blames him......" Xuanyuan Ningxi's voice was faintly worried.

"No, it won't! No one knows that we did it, Fu Dong won't betray you! Xuanyuan Ningjia's voice was a little anxious, "And sister, I finally passed the exam, and I have been in the Holy Golden Hall for seven days, but the prince has not looked at me at all, I ......"

"Hey, Ning Jia, don't be like this." Xuanyuan Ningxi stretched out his hand and hugged his own sister, "Actually, there is no point in you arguing with Ling Luo, as long as the Lord of Yangyue is there, you won't have a chance." ”

"But sister, I want to fight for it!" Xuanyuan Ningjia's voice was full of unwillingness.

"Ning Jia, hey, what did I say about you."

Then, there was an intermittent whimpering sobbing sound in the room.

Ling Luo pursed his lips and quietly left the mansion, his figure diffusing into the night.

It's really hard to prevent, I didn't expect that Xuanyuan's other daughter also passed the first round of the crown princess's election.

Yu said that there were only four or five people who passed the test, and now one can be determined.

Ling Luo's heart was a little uncomfortable, should she rectify Xuanyuan Ningxi and Xuanyuan Ningjia well?

Dealing with these people, will it be a little too cheap.

Ling Luo raised his head, his eyes looking at the silver first quarter moon hanging in the sky, letting the cool night breeze gently brush his cheeks.

Instead of struggling yourself, it is better to borrow a knife to kill.

In the Holy Golden Hall, there is also a woman who cares about Yu very much, Xuanyuan Yangyue is not only extremely jealous, but also ruthless and intolerable.

She turned her head and her gaze drifted to the row of mansions where the female disciples of the Holy Golden Hall lived, there was a mansion on the east side, with a particularly luxurious decoration, and it looked like it was from the royal family.

If the guess is correct, it should be Xuanyuan Yangyue's residence in the Holy Golden Hall.

Ling Luo stretched out his hand, tapped his toes on the ground, jumped forward, and then plucked a palm-sized green leaf from the big tree above his head.

She stretched out her right index finger, and her fingertips stared at a white fire in the center of the earth, leaving several rows of white handwriting on the green leaves.

[Xuanyuan Ningjia covets the position of the crown princess, secretly thinks of His Royal Highness the prince, please pay more attention to the county lord of Yangyue. 】

The four words of the inscription [well-known do not have].

Ling Luo looked at his masterpiece, the corners of his lips hooked up a satisfying arc, and then quietly jumped to the wall of Xuanyuan Yangyue, his fingers clamping the blades, spinning out like darts.