"Ling'er, give King Xuan one, after all, it's his first battle." Mu Qiyu sighed, his sister is really ruthless. But this is not bad, there is no need to worry about her being sad for King Xuan.

"Why do you want to give the feather thing to King Xuan?" The ink dye was in a hurry.

Bei Ling pulled Mo Ran's sleeve and motioned for her ears to come over, and after biting her ears for a while, Mo Ran suddenly smiled, and took the pill in Bei Ling's hand with a smile and walked to King Xuan: "Oh, here you go." ”

Gong Yanke took the pill and stared at it for a while, then swallowed it. Suddenly, I felt that my aura was soaring, my limbs were lighter, and the injuries on my face were gone, which was a burst of joy. Looking at Beiling's eyes, it became even hotter.

Mu Beiqing glanced at Beiling and didn't say anything.

They walked for a while, and at last they saw a bright light, and they continued to walk.

Not long after, they walked out of the passage, and the sight in front of them made everyone cheer.

The birds are singing and the flowers are fragrant, the birds are singing, the spring water is splashing, the water is rattling, the trees are lush, the grass is abundant, and the vitality is glorious.

However, everyone's joy is not over, and in the blink of an eye, the scenery changes again.

At this moment, it was still full of vitality just now, but it was a depressed and withered scene. The flowers withered, the leaves withered yellow, the voices of people and birds were overwhelming, and there were snowflakes floating in the air, and the snow was scattered on the branches, and a chill hit people couldn't help but shiver.

"This is the first layer of the Imperial Tomb, the stratosphere?" Bei Ling looked at the flowing and changing scenery around her, and was more sure of the thoughts in her heart.

Mo Ran looked at the scenery in front of him, his hands and feet were cold, and he clutched Feng Li's sleeves tightly: "Hey, you are a big man who is not afraid of the cold, right, come, borrow me to dry your hands." ”

Feng Li was stunned, a very strange feeling sprouted from his heart, looking at the little hands that kept churning in his sleeves, his face turned red, and he didn't say anything anymore.

"Ling'er, it seems that this place changes in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and these scenery should not change, so we can go." Mu Qiyu walked up to Bei Ling and whispered.

"Wait a minute, brother." Beiling pondered for a moment before saying, "Qin'er lend me your hairpin." ”

Yun Ziqin was very obedient and took down a hairpin from her head, anyway, she has more hairpins, and it won't be good if she has less.

Beiling took the hairpin and threw it at the scene, and suddenly the scene changed again, and the scenery was constantly changing.

This time it caused quite a stir.

"What should I do, even this scene is changing instantly, if you are not careful, won't you die without a place to be buried?"

"Yes, yes, this imperial tomb is really changing."

"So what are we going to do?"

……

"Everyone be quiet, this king believes that as long as you work hard, you will be able to break through!" At this time, Prince Xuan got up and spoke.

Bei Ling pursed her lips and muttered: "I can only speak official words, and I won't come back to learn some real talents." ”

After that, he glanced at the ink dye who was speechless: "Dyeing workshop, what do you think?" ”

Mo Ran glanced at her, stretched out his little hand from Feng Li's sleeve, looked at Yuqin very seriously, and passed: "Yuqin, what do you think?" ”

"Huh?" Yun Ziqin, who was questioned, was stunned for a moment, then blushed, and said in a whining voice: "Flow...... Stratospheric words...... This one...... This one...... That one...... Fengli, what do you think? ”

"The troposphere is a trosphorite because it is a fluid layer. The scene is ever-changing, and one wrong step is a wrong step. Just like in chess, if one of the white pieces is wrong, then the white piece loses the whole game. The stroke, which had not spoken, suddenly spoke.

"Oh~ So what tricks do you have?" Gong Yanke immediately spoke when he heard this.

"King Xuan, people are just talking nonsense, how can you take it seriously?" Prince Mu Qinan opened his mouth indifferently, but his eyes kept staring at the strokes.

The strokes directly ignored Mu Qinan's gaze, and a cold and detached voice floated out of his mouth: "What His Royal Highness the Crown Prince said is that there is indeed no solution in the slightest. "No more words.

Mo Dye is a gossip lover, and her sense of smell, which is more sensitive than a dog's nose, has found a trace of unusual smell in this war of words, and this smell is exclusive to gossip......