Hengguo, Xuanwu Lingfu.

Yuan Ying stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling dressing mirrors decorated with amethysts around her for a long time, and then asked the little maid beside her with satisfaction, "How about this dress?"

She is tall and slender, wearing a turquoise jacquard silk with gold threads on her silk skirt outlined into a lifelike heron and white crane, with a quiet fragrance of gardenias, and her long dark blue hair coiled down like vines, which are decorated with white jade fluorite.

"Miss is so beautiful!" The little maids on the side clapped their hands and praised, and they didn't forget to flatter: "Miss is so beautiful, she deserves to be the first beauty in our Hengnan!"

"What is the number one beauty in Hengnan, I heard that Fengyun Pavilion once secretly lined up a 'beauty list' in private, do you know?"

"Ah......" The little maids smiled at each other after hearing this.

"Looks like you know, let's hear about it!" Yuan Ying sat down in front of the dresser, and the little maids continued to help her put on her jewelry.

"I heard that there are only four people lined up, the first is the young sect leader of the Silver Bun Sect, Shen Weaving, the second is the eldest princess of Ji Kingdom, the third is a girl named Lin Rong, I can't remember exactly where, and the fourth is Xiao Han from the Red Square of Tianhuang City. ”

"Xiao Han?" Yuan Ying listened to this familiar name, but she couldn't remember where she had heard it. After hearing this, she looked at the jewelry in front of her with some loss, and suddenly lost interest, "You guys put away all these vulgar things, I'll go find Brother Fengchen!"

With that, she got up and walked out of the room. The little maids were all stunned in place, but they all looked at her back with envy.

"Alas, if only I had an older brother like Young Master Fengchen," one of the maids thought obsessively, "Miss Yuanying is really happy, she is the daughter of the head of the Hanche Sect, her family is rich and powerful, she is so beautiful, and the most important thing is that she can be with Young Master Fengchen every day!"

"I just need to look at Young Master Fengchen from afar......" The other maid also stood there and sighed.

In the Mirror Moon Pavilion, Xuanwu Ling Fengchen sat in front of the sandalwood bookcase in the center of the study, looking intently at the scroll in his hand. The sunlight shines through the clouds, quietly reflecting his warm and bright face through the carved window lattice, and his eyes are slightly closed, and there is a shimmer of clear water in his eyes.

"Brother Fengchen......" Yuan Ying stood quietly at the door for a long time, but she couldn't bear to interrupt when she saw him reading seriously.

"Ying'er, you're here," Fengchen put down the book in his hand when he saw her coming from afar, and stood up, his smile as handsome as the sun.

"Are you still used to living in the house these days?"

Yuan Ying nodded lightly, a pair of beautiful big eyes were bright and moving, and there was a charming tenderness in her smile, which made people feel the urge to hug her as soon as she saw it.

"Brother Fengchen, why do you stay in the study all day long and read, I'm still waiting for you to guide me in my practice!"

"Of course, if you don't understand anything, just ask me at any time. Fengchen said with a smile, his smile can always make people's hearts slip a trace of warmth.

"Actually...... There's nothing I don't understand," Yuan Ying's cheeks were slightly red, and she stretched out her hand to hold his arm affectionately, "I'm just a little bored and want to come over to you to talk to me." ”

Feng Chen smiled unconsciously after hearing this: "It's really my blessing to have such a considerate sister as you!" After speaking, he gently withdrew his arm, lifted the delicate ice crystal teapot on the table, poured a bowl of fresh tea and handed it to her.

"It's your favorite tea. ”

Yuan Ying took the tea with a satisfied smile on her face.

"You have time to accompany grandpa, he said that he likes to hear you sing the most. ”

"Well, you know, do you like it?" she sat down in the well-made rose chair next to her, looking at him expectantly.

"Of course I do, but my grandfather is older, and he needs company more than I do. Fengchen said and sat down.

"Got it, I'll be with Grandpa!" she gave him a big smile back.

At this moment, a maid hurried in.

"Miss! Oh no! Boss, she's in trouble......"

"What's wrong with my mother?" Yuan Ying and Feng Chen glanced at each other and stood up at the same time.

"For the specific situation, you should listen to Lord Wuqi, he is waiting for you in the hall now. ”

"My uncle is here too?" Yuan Ying suddenly had an ominous premonition, she turned her head and looked at Feng Chen nervously, and the hand holding the cup began to tremble a little.

"Let's go over and have a look. Fengchen took away the tea bowl and held her hand and said.

Yuan Ying also held his hand tightly, closed her eyes and took a deep breath before nodding in agreement.

In the main hall of Xuanwu Mausoleum Mansion, everyone gathered, but the atmosphere was extremely solemn, a black-haired old man holding a golden sandalwood cane sat solemnly in the center of the hall, beside him, stood a long-haired man wearing a black mask and a dark green cloak, the other half of the man's face was very ugly, with a fierce look in his eyes, and a long sword with a skull on the hilt pinned to his waist, and the other side was full of green lotus darts engraved with lotus patterns.

Fengchen and Yuanying walked quickly into the hall, and as soon as they entered the door, they saw the ugly man wearing a mask.

"Grandpa! Uncle!" After the two saluted the old man and the middle-aged man in a reddish-brown robe beside him, Yuan Ying turned her head to look at Wuqi with a hideous face on the side, hesitated for a moment, and bowed carefully.

"Uncle!"

Wuqi ignored her, but his eyes were fixed on the maple dust beside her.

Fengchen looked at him for a moment, and then nodded hello to him.

Wu Qi raised his chin and looked away from him and then to the old man.

"Ancestor, what do you think of my proposal just now?" Wu Qi bowed his waist and looked at the old man flatteringly, his voice was hoarse, it sounded very uncomfortable, and the man in reddish-brown clothes on the side couldn't help but clear his throat when he heard his voice. Wuqi glanced up at him, and saw that the other party didn't care about him, so he moved his gaze back to the black-haired old man.

"You tell Ying'er about Traceless first!" the old man's voice was thick and powerful, as if with irresistible strength.

Wu Qi straightened up and glanced at Yuan Ying with some disgust, her long, pointed yellow nails rubbing against the skull on the hilt of the sword.

"Your mother is dead!" he said suddenly.

Yuanying's eyes widened and she looked at him incredulously, she didn't know if she had misheard or if he hadn't made it clear, or if there was something wrong with her ears.

"You...... What did you just say?"

"I said your mother is dead! Can't you understand human speech?" he yelled impatiently at Yuan Ying in a thick voice.

"Speak well!" the black-haired old man couldn't get used to his rough tone, and stomped his cane to the ground.

"Good, good, talk well, talk well!" he saw the displeasure on the old man's face, immediately lowered his head, grinned and agreed, his teeth were yellow and black, some of them had rotted and smelled, and his smile looked very terrible in the eyes of others.

"Impossible! My mother won't die! You must be mistaken!" Yuan Ying's face instantly turned pale, she didn't believe what he said, she never believed it.

"Look at this!" said the man at the door, unreveling, carrying up a large box.

"This ...... What is it?" Yuan Ying glanced at the box in fear and subconsciously took a step back.

"You don't have long eyes, you won't see for yourself!" he roared again, his rude voice echoing through the hall, making people shudder.

"I deserve to die, I deserve to die, I speak well, I speak well......" After roaring, he immediately buried his head in the next second, put his palms together and bowed to the old man several times above his head.

The old man didn't bother to pay attention to him, and sighed heavily.