"......" Lingxi didn't speak, his eyes flashed with remorse, blaming him for being careless, he was momentarily lost by Youlan, and the wound was cracked open again in the touch of the two.

"How did you get hurt?" The spirit rhino with martial arts and wisdom, the spirit rhino that can help her every time she appears, the spirit rhino who is omnipotent in Pang Ruolan's heart, but she is seriously injured at this moment, she can't help but worry in her heart and be shocked.

"If it's a human being, it hurts. And I, I can't help myself. Only spitting out a few words lightly, Lingxi sat down on the chair, avoiding Pang Ruolan's gaze.

"What about you, does it hurt?" Biting her lips, Pang Ruolan wanted to take back what she had just said, but she thought that in addition to the mysterious pavilion master, it would be difficult for others to find out Qing Yu's whereabouts, but she hesitated.

"Qingyu's matter, I will explain it to you in a few days." A question flashed in his heart, Lingxi had only seen Qing Yu in the palace the day before yesterday, as a confidant of the princess, he was under house arrest by the empress at the moment, and Qing Yu, who was under house arrest from time to time, had a mysterious background. It has always been rumored in the court that Qingyu is a stand-in for the princess, so it is also named Qingyu, because of her similar appearance, and she is not afraid to replace the real princess, and she is appreciated and reused by the empress and the princess.

The words of the empress above the court some time ago flashed in her heart, and Lingxi took out a stack of one hundred taels of gold and silver tickets and handed them to Pang Ruolan.

"What is this silver ticket?" Pang Ruolan was puzzled in her heart, guessing that there was a new task.

"This is about the Martial Arts Alliance Leader Conference, the empress's reward for you." After hesitating slightly, Lingxi said again: "Empress...... Let you provoke the dispute between the two major martial arts families of Lingshui Palace and Tuyu faction, ask the imperial court, and reap the benefits of the fisherman. ”

After receiving the silver ticket, Pang Ruolan couldn't help but feel guilty: Qian Tuyu, the head of the Tuyu faction, and Qianli, the master of Lingshui Palace, are mother and daughter, and they are connected by blood. It may be difficult to sow discord between them. And the only way to do that is...... Using Qianyu, she and Qianli both love Qianmo deeply, and the scars left on her face by Qianli's jealousy are almost in a state of rebellion.

Chiba is Chiri's younger sister and Chitoyu's daughter. If Qianli seriously injured her again for Qianmo, or really killed her. That Qiantuyu will definitely not let go of Qianli......

knew that the emperor's fate was difficult, but Pang Ruolan, who was thinking like this, was not happy about her plan, but showed a trace of bitterness at the corners of her eyes and eyebrows.

"If you're feeling embarrassed. We took a long-term view and tried to find a way to provoke the relationship between the two of them, although it was difficult to do so...... But in the end, there will be a way. Comforted Pang Ruolan. Lingxi sighed inaudibly. He understood the empress's cold-blooded methods very well, and understood that if Pang Ruolan could not complete the task assigned by the empress. What will it cost.

"Let me think about it." After getting the news, Pang Ruolan's mood instantly fell to the bottom, and she wanted to smile and comfort Lingxi that she was fine, but she didn't expect that smiling was a difficult thing to do.

The wound ached. Lingxi touched Pang Ruolan's head, didn't say goodbye to her, and flashed out of the room.

Pang Ruolan, who was immersed in sorrow, only saw Qingling's smiling face after coming back to her senses. Nodding to him, she wanted to go back to the inn to rest. was pulled to the table by Qingling and forced to eat a few bites of food.

"What's wrong with you? Is there something on your mind? Qing Ling asked worriedly.

"It's okay, I'm just tired of accompanying Xi Yao today. Does your wound still hurt? Rest early, don't be in the water these days. Giving Qingling a gentle hug, Pang Ruolan closed the door and walked out of the room.

Pang Ruolan, who returned to the inn and lay down, closed her eyes slightly, and a trace of bitterness appeared at the corner of her mouth, although the martial arts alliance leader meeting some time ago, although it was not a direct cause, she had hurt Zhu Yulong too deeply. And the next task, Qianmo and Qianyu, who have to face, helped each other when they were hurt by Qianli, but it was difficult to avoid hurting Qianyu's relatives.

Although he had already expected that the imperial court would let himself divide the relationship between the head of the Tuyu faction and the lord of the Lingshui Palace, so that the two martial arts families would fight, no matter what the result was, the vitality of the two factions would be greatly damaged, and the imperial court would be able to reap the benefits of the fisherman. But at this moment, Pang Ruolan didn't have the determination to go down the mountain, people are not grass and trees, what these martial arts partners bring to her is friendship and warmth; And the empress of the imperial court, in addition to coercion and temptation, took away the mother of this body from her side and the mother who has been taking care of herself, how could she ever consider the feeling of a chess piece?

Pang Ruolan, who was in pain in her heart, was depressed and breathless, and she was holding the futon tightly with both hands, but she also strengthened her determination to expand her strength and cultivate her power.

This night, the starry sky outside the window was bright, the sun and the moon were quiet, but Pang Ruolan tossed and turned, waking up and sleeping, and it was difficult to sleep.

In the early morning of the second day, Pang Ruolan, who couldn't sleep all night, simply got up and went to Bao'er Pavilion to stand by. She thought about the agreement she made with the beggar sister and brother who stole the buns some time ago, and it was noon today, which coincided with the time to go to the appointment.

The red birthmark on the arm of the ragged beggar man at the beginning was very peculiar in shape, with a circular notch in the middle of a rectangle, as if someone had specially painted it, which left a deep memory on his own.

In the early morning, the Bao'er Pavilion was slightly quiet, and the small bridge and flowing water corridor shrouded in the morning sun had a hazy halo, and the carp in the pond gathered together from time to time, competing for the fish food in the hands of the men who were feeding.

Pang Ruolan walked straight towards Xi Yao's room, no one stopped her all the way, it seemed that the male bustard had already explained. Pang Ruolan couldn't help but think, this Bao'er Pavilion seemed to be the same as the Mysterious Pavilion, and they were all spies who collected intelligence for the imperial court.

After waiting outside the door for a while, I saw Qingling's clothes fluttering, walking slowly towards the rising sun, and seeing Pang Ruolan, there was tenderness in his eyes, but he always had a smile on his face.

"Hi, Qingling, early" Seeing him, Pang Ruolan was very happy, and said the foreign language of her previous life casually, but after saying it, she felt wrong, but fortunately, Qingling didn't dig deeper.

"Early, I'm here to tell you that the empress is hosting a banquet today, and she doesn't know when she will come back, so you don't have to wait here all the time."

"Oh, that's right. Then I'll go out and walk around. Seeing Qingling turn around and leave, Pang Ruolan always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say it, maybe today's Bao'er Pavilion was too quiet, and he was a little cold to himself.

"Are you better? Does it still hurt? Pang Ruolan hurriedly chased after her, gently pulled Qingling's sleeves, her eyes were full of worry, and she asked nervously.

"It's a lot better, and I'll be healed in a few days." I wanted to say something, but this Bao'er Pavilion was full of imperial eyeliner, and after a little hesitation, Qingling smiled softly at Pang Ruolan, pulled out his sleeves, and left slowly.

Seeing that Qingling didn't say more to herself today, and fed herself porridge yesterday morning, Pang Ruolan didn't feel good in her heart. Staying in Bao'er Pavilion is also boring, although she is in the world of women, she has little interest in the brothel of the Qinglou, so she walks towards the front yard of Bao'er Pavilion.

"What? Could it be that the little brother of Bao'er Pavilion doesn't pick up guests during the day? What are you looking at I won't hit you" I just heard the sound of "snap", a fat woman with a wide body and a fat face shook her hand and slapped the man in front of her. To be continued