In the Wenxiu Palace, the poetry competition is still in full swing.

As early as when Miao Zhi was sneaking out of her position with her waist bent, Ling Shuirong was watching with her eyes half-hidden.

It wasn't until the flowing light blue figure disappeared from sight that a faint smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

She folded the handkerchief in her hand a few times, as if inadvertently casting her eyes on the position where the envoys were seated, and casually looked at the few people carefully.

Frost Poetry, Frost Poetry, how can there be an impermeable wall in this world, if it weren't for the first concubine who learned from the prince that you had come with the envoys of Yinan, and you were easy to hide among them, how could I be so comfortable.

What are you afraid of, what does it matter if you come generously, when you are also doing things like this?

You really took me for a fool and let me keep your daughter by my side for more than ten years, and now you can only look at it, and you can't recognize her.

Ling Shuirong thought about it, felt a lot more comfortable in her heart, straightened up and sat down, and cast her eyes back to the center of the hall.

The cold palace in the southeast of the palace is overgrown with weeds, and no one would think of this place at all on weekdays.

Bei Yiyuan was anxiously rushing over with a small group of Praetorian Guards.

Around the desolate cold palace, he could see black-clad and masked corpses from time to time, which made him even more anxious, and his steps were faster.

When Qimang and Yuan Hongxuan's wolf bèi's unbearable backs appeared in his sight, a hanging heart fell to the ground.

As soon as I stepped forward, I found that there was a woman behind the two tall figures, her aqua blue dress was a little dirty, her eyes were bright, her skin was as white as snow, her hair was casually draped behind her head, and the blood stains bloomed on her skirt. How could it be Brother Yuqian's little sister Miaozhi?

Seeing that it was Bei Yiyuan, Miao Zhi hurriedly got up and saluted.

Bei Yiyuan bowed his head, he didn't have time to think about it, he stepped forward and said hurriedly: "Hongxuan, Qimang, are you all right?" ”

"Thank you Lord Wang, we are fine, but Qimang is a little seriously injured, I'm afraid I will have to go to the palace to bandage it." Enduring the feeling of still being a little dizzy, Yuan Hongxuan pursed his lips again after speaking.

"When I rushed over, I sent Xiao Yunzi to invite the imperial doctor to my palace, you don't have to worry about this."

Facing his friend, Yuan Hongxuan's cold eyes finally had some warmth, but there was no transgression between his words.

Then he turned his head to look at Miao Zhi and said, "Just now I almost died under the killer's sword, but fortunately, Miss Miao Zhi improvised and killed that person with a hairpin, so she saved her next life." ”

When Miao Zhi heard this, she hurriedly raised her hand, but when she saw that her hands were bloody, she hurriedly put it down.

"Don't be so polite, I also got lost and happened to run into it. Miao Zhi is a woman, she has no martial arts, and she can only think of these stupid methods, but fortunately she did not cause unnecessary trouble to Hongxuan Gongzi. ”

A few people stopped greeting each other and followed Bei Yi back to his Liuyun Palace.

As he left, Bei Yiyuan instructed the Praetorian Guards to dispose of the corpse and carefully check for any fish that had slipped through the net. The unsteady steps of his friend in front of him made his heart irritable, this palace is not peaceful after all, but when will it be too peaceful?

Several people entered the Liuyun Palace, and the imperial doctor, who had been waiting for a long time, stepped forward to examine and bandage the wounds of the three of them and retreated.

Bei Yiyuan called the palace maid and brought Miao Zhi to the side hall so that she could freshen up. Removing the dirty dress, the palace maid brought a set of tender pink palace clothes for Miao Zhi to change into.

In the main hall of Liuyun Palace, Bei Yiyuan asked all the palace people to retreat, and looked at the bandaged Yuan Hongxuan and frowned.

"The doctor said that the injury on your abdomen is not a big problem, but you should be more careful. Qimang went back, but he had to raise himself in bed for a few more days. ”

Yuan Hongxuan didn't answer, only nodded in agreement.

"You almost lost your life, but you're still so light-hearted. If it weren't for the fact that the Eastern Yuan envoy dragged me in every possible way when we separated, I might not have been suspicious. ”

Yuan Hongxuan heard the anger in Bei Yiyuan's words, picked up the teacup at hand, and stirred the tender green tea leaves floating on the water with the lid of the cup, still looking cold and elegant.

"I have been in Beixin for nine years, and I see that the ten-year deadline is close at hand. Yuan Hongyi's poison didn't poison me to death, and now he can't sit still, and he has to put me to death sooner so that he can justifiably ascend to the throne. ”

After speaking, he finally brought the tea cup to his mouth and took a shallow sip.

"So what are you going to do now? I can't blatantly send someone to protect your safety, although Qimang is extraordinary, but it is also difficult to beat four hands with two fists. After all, you still have to have more people around you, I don't want you to die in my Beixin land. ”

Bei Yiyuan said worriedly as if complaining, and couldn't help but bury the friend in front of him.

"Don't worry, I'm going to die so easily. The elixir of the Ice Spirit Flower can still drag on for some time, and I will also send someone to find the secret elixir of Yi Nan. He replied, glancing out of the corner of his eye at the somewhat angry prince beside him.

"In the final analysis, Yuan Hongyi's plan to kill two birds with one stone is really good, if you die in the palace of Beixin, he will not only be a thorn in the flesh, but also have a legitimate reason to break the contract between Beixin and Dongyuan."

Bei Yiyuan said this, his dark eyes deepened, and his fingers gradually tightened, revealing some pale bone joints.

"If it weren't for Bei Yiyu's secret collusion and entrenchment of forces, there would be open and secret battles above this court. I'm still afraid that Na Laoshi Zi Yuan Hongyi will not succeed. The words were full of hatred and unwillingness.

"My father ordered me to quietly collect the evidence of the Lan family, just to uproot the biggest cancer in Beixin, and I am also anxious," Bei Yiyuan sighed and rubbed his forehead helplessly.

"You don't need to worry about me, in all dynasties and dynasties, which country is not open and dark, when will the world be peaceful."

Yuan Hongxuan's eyes moved slightly, and his eyes were full of certainty when he looked at Bei Yiyuan.

Looking at each other, Bei Yiyuan was also slightly stunned, and then smiled helplessly at him.

"You're really broad-hearted, I really can't do anything about you."

The maid of the first palace walked in with low eyebrows and a pleasant eye, and reported that Miss Miao Zhi had packed up and was waiting outside the garden.

Bei Yiyuan heard the palace maid say this, and smiled at Yuan Hongxuan, with a playful look.

Yuan Hongxuan's face did not change, but the picture of when he first opened his eyes after today's poisonous pressure appeared in front of him. A woman with a beautiful face, her black hair fluttering in the wind, and the sun cast a strong halo behind her, shaking all the way into his heart.

He shook his head a little self-deprecatingly, he was a dangerous and dark person, how could he deserve to have sunshine, and then got up and walked out of the hall with Bei Yiyuan.

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