Murong Lingluo's prison order fell to her favorite feet, and she fell into the darkness.

"Chop." After Murong Lingluo finished speaking, the executioner picked up the bright knife, sprayed a sip of wine on it, and the knife fell in his hand, and the head rolled out a long way. Everyone covered their eyes, and the execution ended.

"After the execution, please return to the palace." The warden said respectfully.

Murong Lingluo nodded, and as the prison officer came to the backstage, the crowd had dispersed, and the originally lively place was empty, leaving only a few servants who were cleaning up the corpses. A broken straw mat rolled up the corpse, loaded it onto a cart, and threw it into a mass grave, ending a living life.

Seeing that there was no one around, Begonia and Pear Blossom immediately opened the mechanism of the prison and brought their hearts out. She changed into the clothes of a palace maid and entered the palace with Murong Lingluo's carriage. Before leaving, Haitang darkened the mechanism of destruction again, and the hole below was quickly filled, all of which were Murong Lingluo's masterpieces. If her order to kill the mechanism could not be touched accurately, then the one who died now would be the one who wanted to die.

"Why save me?" Looking at Murong Lingluo in bewilderment, she knew that Murong Lingluo hated her very much.

"Because there is a fool who will not live alone if you die. I'll let you go. Murong Lingluo didn't look at her and said coldly.

"I'm not leaving, I want to go in with him." Xinyi suddenly grabbed Murong Lingluo's sleeve, and Murong Lingluo was a little surprised when he looked at Xinyi's eyes at this moment.

"Even if you stay in it for the rest of your life and can't come out?" Murong Lingluo looked at his heart playfully.

"Yes, as long as I can be with him." There is no doubt about the firmness in the eyes of the heart.

"But how is your face going to gain a foothold in this palace? I think there are many people who know each other. "Murong Lingluo is right, she has participated in many large and small court gatherings. This face is not unfamiliar in this palace at all.

Unexpectedly, Xinyi pulled off the hairpin on her head and made several crazy strokes on the right side of her face, and the blood had already run down her face and dripped red on her clothes. Unexpectedly, the seemingly weak heart would have such determination.

"Well, if you have such affection, it won't be in vain for me to save you." Murong Lingluo asked people to give Xinyi a diagnosis and treatment. A few days passed. Her face was covered with thick scabs, and the three scars were terrifying lying on her face like centipedes. Murong Lingluo made her a palace maid and sent her to the Guozi Prison.

"Is this what they call love?" Murong Lingluo stood outside the door. Looking at the two people who hugged each other affectionately. Murong Shunyuan didn't dislike her because of the scar on her face, but felt even more distressed about her. Murong Lingluo didn't bother them, and walked out of the gate of the Guozijian alone. At this moment, Murong Lingluo felt unprecedentedly lonely.

She didn't let anyone follow, and came to the vast lawn alone. She loved it here. A man looks at the blue sky and ponders.

I don't know why. The originally clear sky suddenly became overcast, and it began to rain lightly. Murong Lingluo suddenly felt very annoyed. At this time, an oil-paper umbrella was covered above her head, and Murong Lingluo turned around and crashed into a warm embrace. She unconsciously indulged in this embrace, so warm and so down-to-earth. Ever since she was sensible, no one had hugged her.

Murong Lingluo turned around, and a pair of dark jade-like eyes met her eyes. His robes were snow-white and spotless. Even the raindrops are embarrassed to leave dappled shadows. His hair was jet black. Brings out the poetic sheen of his pearly white neck under his bun. His back was straight, like an aspen tree. There seemed to be a great amount of tenacious strength in his body. Murong Lingluo had never seen a man more elegant than him. A luminous and beautiful aura infected her from his face. He didn't laugh. But his clear eyes were smiling loyally. His skin is like the white snow lotus in the Kunlun Mountains, and his eyes are the sacred pond water on the top of the Tianshan Mountains. Murong Lingluo couldn't help but look stupid all of a sudden.

"The girl's family can't catch a cold, she'll get sick." The man stuffed the oil-paper umbrella in his hand into Murong Lingluo's hand, then turned around and left, watching his back disappear from view, Murong Lingluo came back to his senses. If it weren't for the fact that he was holding an oil-paper umbrella in his hand, Murong Lingluo would only think that he had a dream.

Murong Lingluo returned to the dormitory, the light rain was still falling, and the oil-paper umbrella was treasured by her. That night, Murong Lingluo slept exceptionally well, and in her dream she saw the mysterious man again.

In the blink of an eye, it's time for the annual festival to worship the heavens, and it's bustling at this time of year. All the people would kneel in front of the altar and pray for blessings, and the emperor himself offered incense. Begging to heaven, in the new year, the wind and rain will be smooth, and the country and the people will be safe.

Murong Lingluo saw that man here again, he turned out to be the new high priest. The man sat gracefully on the altar and prayed there. The light and dusty temperament is like a fairy, and everyone's eyes are focused on him.

"Your Majesty, please." The man's warm voice was as clear as flowing water, and he handed the three sticks of incense in his hand to Murong Xinyao's hand.

"Please God bless me Lingyin Country, the wind and rain are smooth, the country is safe and secure, Murong Xinyao, the lord of Lingyin Country, is here, praying for blessings on behalf of all the people." Murong Xinyao inserted the incense into the incense burner and returned to the futon to bow.

Everyone's eyes are focused on the incense, whether the incense is burned in good condition or not, representing the instructions of the heavens. When the incense was halfway burned, it suddenly went out, and everyone's hearts were filled with dark clouds.

"High priest, what does this mean?" Murong Xinyao's face couldn't help but change drastically. This kind of situation only happened a hundred years ago. At that time, the Lingyin Kingdom and the Lingxi Kingdom were still one, but later because of the coup d'état, they were sought by traitors, forcing the ancestors to have no choice and fled from their own capital. Later, after several twists and turns, it gained a foothold in the current Lingyin Country, and it has developed to this point, and it can compete with the Lingxi Country. It was also from that time that the status of women was improved, and the concept of male superiority and inferiority of women was changed, as long as there was talent, regardless of gender, they could contribute to the country. It is precisely because of such changes that the Lingyin Kingdom has quickly become stronger.

"Your Majesty need not panic, this does not mean not only destruction, but also a new beginning. This is an early warning from God, as long as we handle everything within our ability and perform our duties. There will definitely be no danger. The man replied, his words seemed to have a magical power, and the hearts of those who had been flustered were calmed down a lot. (To be continued......)