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The buddies who followed behind rushed in.

In an instant, it was also motionless.

I'm stupid.

Red, dazzling red, green satin embroidered bedchamber with dazzling red flowers!

If you look closely, what kind of dazzling red flowers are there, they are blood stains that are still exuding a fishy smell, one after another, one after another, and some are still flowing slowly, like a red snake slowly wriggling, thin and long.

The splendid couch became a killing chopping board, and a white human flesh was placed on it, without a head and melon seeds, and blood and white heat gushed out of the neck cavity.

A richly dressed woman sits upright in the middle of the couch, as if she were sitting on a throne, holding a wine bowl in one hand and half a human head in the other, drinking a sip of wine and nibbling on the flesh of a human head.

It's Xiao Ruhua!

"You're all here, you're all here to drink and eat meat with this mother!"

Seeing that someone came in again, Xiao Ruhua pursed her lips and smiled, and stretched out her orchid finger very elegantly to put the wine bowl away.

"This is the palace's, and the palace is reluctant to give it to you!"

As he spoke, he picked up the half of the human head, took a bite, chewed it slowly, and tasted it.

The entire Biyun Palace was stupefied.

Suddenly, a gust of wind blew, and a gray shadow silently fell behind a large spine beast at the top of the temple.

Suddenly, another bigger and bigger wind blew.

This gust of wind, in today's terms, has the appearance of seventeen or eighteen, a hurricane that is more hurricane than a hurricane.

The wind and sand walked the stones, the people turned over on their backs, the large and small tiles and spine beasts on the top of the temple were lifted and blown up, and the locusts were rampaging and flying everywhere.

It blew for most of the night, and it was not until dawn that the wind stopped abruptly.

"The Queen Mother has arrived—"

"The Emperor has arrived—"

"Prime Minister Han has arrived—"

A large group of people stopped outside the Biyun Palace.

Silence.

No one came out to pick up the car, not even a single person.

"The queen mother and the emperor should be restless, wait for the old minister to check one or two first, and then make a decision."

Han Derang said, stopped the queen mother and the emperor, took a few capable warriors, and walked cautiously.

He is a character who has experienced strong winds and rains, and he knows that something big is wrong.

"Bang dang."

Sure enough, with a gentle push and a pull, the two gates of Biyun Palace, which weighed thousands of catties, collapsed, and with a muffled sound, dust flew up, and yellow sand gushed out.

In front of me, there was loneliness, desolation, and the smell of death everywhere.

The majestic hall has been buried by the wind and sand for half a night, only the roof of the temple is exposed, and a few war horses stand on it, leisurely and leisurely, scattering joy.

What's even more sensational is that so much yellow sand seems to have been accurately dropped, only in the courtyard of Biyun Palace, the rest of the place is unscathed, and there is not even a shadow of wind and sand.

"All of them are dead, the queen mother and the emperor should go back first, and then return after the old minister has cleaned up the scene."

After turning around for a long time, Han Derang had a gloomy face, walked in front of the Queen Mother and the Emperor, sighed, and said.

"Retribution, retribution!"

The Queen Mother muttered to herself, and staggered away with the support of Mama Hua.

The little emperor Yelu Longxu was full of confusion, and stood in a daze for a long time before leaving silently.

The clean-up lasted four days.

Under the yellow sand, which was more than two meters thick, the corpses of the palace tent soldiers had long been stiffened, and they all had frightened expressions.

Only the old boss Xiao Pan still smirked until death.

"That's why the slave maid let Xiao Shangyu take a detour, which has been converted into a small garden."

Speaking of this, the fans were sweaty.

In fact, she also concealed a fact-

Xiao Ruhua was not scared to death, when the body was cleaned up, she was still holding the half of the human head tightly in her arms, her face was like a peach blossom, and she was drunk and lovely.

That's what makes fans so special!

"Mother-in-law and daughter-in-law filial piety, heaven and earth are created."

After listening to Xiao Ruhua's death, Xiao Yunjin thought about it, raised his hand to beckon fans, leaned over to his ear, and said softly.

"What, the slave doesn't understand."

Leaving puzzled fans, Xiao Yunjin left with a smile all the way.

Cuiwei Palace has not changed much, but over the years, the flowers and plants have become thicker, especially the old tree, which is more green.

The light and shadow are dappled and the fragrance is lingering.

In the afternoon of this day, when the sun was full, Xiao Yunjin asked Qiong'er and Yao'er to place a big recliner under the old tree, holding a scroll in their hands, and savoring it carefully.

Cuiwei Miyaben has a few books, but unfortunately with the departure of the master, they are scattered.

Now, the owners are back, and they are back one by one, and there are hundreds of them.

"Fan'er, let them prepare some hot water."

After reading the book for a while, the sun was turning west, and his eyes were a little sour, and he commanded.

"Yes."

Fan Er agreed, knowing that the master was going to bathe.

Wearing loose hair, dressed in small clothes, wrapped in a thin blanket, lying on the couch, gossiping with fans.

"Here we are."

Suddenly, Fan Er looked out the window and shouted.

Sure enough, with a series of steady steps, a tall figure went straight into the inner hall, startling a panic.

This is an unannounced arrival, Xiao Yunjin didn't know what to do, so he simply chose to pretend not to know, close his eyes and sleep.