By the time she had finished reading all the inner parts of the two pages, her cheeks had turned into pleated buns, and they were all crumpled together. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It turned out that it was not Miss's calligraphy, but the news that Sister Xiang Yan wanted to pass on to the Nine Emperors of the Eastern Yuan. But is that the point? Not really! The point is that the poison of the Nine Emperors needs the blood of the young lady to be cured! I have to drink seven bowls, seven bowls! What a concept!

Ning Er glanced at her white and tender wrist, and couldn't help but shudder.

Seven big bowls, even if she finishes her own blood, she probably won't have seven big bowls! Even if there is, there is not so much blood, and people are not far from death.

Ning Er shrank her head, put the pages in her hand in place, bowed her body on tiptoe and moved little by little, far away from the desk.

Xiang Yan in the inner hall wiped the water stains on the corner of Miao Zhi's mouth, then turned around and went out to the table again, the outside of the hall was still as quiet as just now, and there was no half a figure.

She quickly packed the pieces of paper into an envelope and put them into her close-fitting clothing.

After a good night's dream, the sun outside the window shone warmly, and the person on the couch turned over. The crystal pink face, rippling with a shallow flush, is exquisite. Her eyes were still closed, reluctant to open them, like a peach version of her rosy lips, slightly open due to yawning, and exhaling soft and lovely breaths.

Last night she dreamed of the person she had been thinking about for a long time, and she was still reminiscing. In the dream, his somewhat rough fingertips gently rubbed her cheek, and she was as obedient as a cat, rubbing and rubbing against his palm.

"Miss, wake up!" The little arm, which was still a little sore, was shaken and swayed, and Miao Zhi reluctantly opened her eyes.

Ning Er's somewhat flustered face startled Miao Zhi, this little girl looks innocent at all times, and it is really rare to see her face wrinkled into a pleated bun like now.

The little girl said a lot of "let's go, let's go", and Miao Zhi finally understood. Her heart couldn't help but sink fiercely, such a result was something she never expected, if she wanted to save Yuan Hongxuan, she had to take her life, it was really a dilemma!

But now that she has found a way, Miao Zhi doesn't want to give up, she wants to give it a go, maybe both of them can live? Thinking of this, she hurriedly got up. You have to stop Xiang Yan, otherwise Yuan Hongxuan will not agree if he knows that this is the case.

It wasn't until the sun rose above her head that Xiang Yan's figure appeared, Miao Zhi knew that she had spread the news, and it was futile to say anything to herself, so she only patted her shoulder and went back to eat stupidly.

Today's Jingshi Twilight City is already gloomy and panicked, and the streets of the twilight city are also a little deserted, and it is the season of red and willow green, but all kinds of shops on both sides of the street are a little gray because they are all hung with white lanterns.

The palace is all busy arranging the funeral of the first emperor tomorrow, the early dynasty has not been on for many days, the eldest princess Yuan Yuxin has not returned since she left the palace the day before the first emperor, and the Chinese military officials of the dynasty have also been divided into two factions, arguing over the matter of the throne.

In Yanxi Palace, Shen Yueyan was dressed in plain white palace clothes, her hair was hanging high, her eyebrows were lightly swept away, there was a white flower pinned to her temples, and a layer of fat powder was lightly applied to her clean face, which covered up the fine lines at the corners of her eyes.

Since the day she beat Emperor Yuanyi, she was imprisoned by Yuan Hongyi, and even the scroll of holy decree was taken by him. Outside, the daily funeral music incantation was noisy, but she was thinking a lot in this Yanxi Palace.

She asked Liu'er to cancel the mission of assassinating Yuan Hongxuan, but two days later, she learned from Yuan Hongyi that Liu'er didn't do what she did at all. That's it, that's it, I heard that the killers of the 'Liuxiangmen' are all strong in martial arts, so long has passed, that Yuan Hongxuan is afraid that she has already gone to the underworld to report, and she is already exhausted in her heart, and she can't care about these things anymore.

In the past few days, the words that Emperor Yuanyi told her before his death passed her ears from time to time, and she has been reflecting in a struggle, is the obsession in her heart really wrong for so many years?

Three days later, the first emperor Yuanyi was buried, and hundreds of civil and military officials worshipped, during which there was no news of the eldest princess, as if the world had evaporated. The courtiers who supported the crown prince's succession to the throne worked together on the second day, and the results were finally obtained.

Ming Huang added the body, sacrificed to the sky and sacrificed to the ancestors, and the enthronement ceremony was extremely solemn.

In the ancestral hall of the palace, Yuan Hongyi's body is long, and he stands quietly in front of the dense tablet with his back hand. He was the only one in the shrine, accompanied by thousands of flickering candles.

"Father, father, you have exhausted all your efforts, but after all, you still can't stop me from becoming the king of this country." Yuan Hongyi had no remembrance and sadness on his face, and smiled sadly at Yuan Yi's tablet, and his bewitching facial features looked a little distorted under the light of the candlelight.

"Your decree has long been burned to ashes by my own hands, and you want to take advantage of the queen's guilt for you, but I won't give you a chance, even if she resents me now, but in the future, when she understands everything, she will know why I am like this today. Ha ha...... Ha ha....... ”

The drizzle was drizzling, and in the delicate and comfortable courtyard, Yuan Hongxuan was sitting in a Taishi chair in the main hall, talking to a few people in front of him.

Leaving the villages around Dusk City that day, Qin Guan contacted their subordinates on the Eastern Yuan side. Yuan Hongyi has ascended the throne, and it is not easy to go back to Dusk City now, so he can only stay here first to discuss countermeasures. During this time, they have been sending people to inquire about the whereabouts of the eldest princess Yuan Yuxin, and they just hope that she is safe and sound.

"Your Highness, the letter brought by the golden eagle". The injury on Qin Guan's arm was almost healed, he handed over a letter, and he waited quietly aside.

He knew that the letter came from Yinan, and since Miss Miaozhi and Yan'er went to Yinan, the golden eagle became a messenger who sent letters between the two places.

Yuan Hongxuan sent a few people down and unfolded the letter, but his thin lips gradually tightened, and his expression became more and more serious. His slender fingers crumpled the letter paper out of shape, and there was silence in his dark eyes like a deep pool.

"Qin Guan, prepare pen and ink." The man's voice sounded, hoarse and dark, with a bone-eroding forbearance, and when he lifted the pen, even his body was tense.

Qin Guan didn't know the content of the letter, but looking at Yuan Hongxuan's appearance, it seemed to be something bad. His eyes glanced at the pages that were much more than usual, and his heart was full of suspicions, but he didn't ask.

In Jingyi's room, only the "rustle" sound of the tip of the pen on the paper could be heard, Yuan Hongxuan wrote quickly, and from the slightly scribbled handwriting, he could see the unrest in his heart at the moment.

"Hurry up and send this letter back to Xiang Yan, don't delay." Qin Guan knew that the situation was urgent, so he didn't dare to delay, turned around and went out to deliver the news. (To be continued.) )