Qinglan looked at Ah Mo's outfit and smiled dumbly.

This sister doesn't have a graceful and luxurious appearance, no head and no brain, she is in a hurry, Jiang Xueli used to call her a girl, and now she wears the clothes of a palace maid, if you don't look at her face, she really looks like an inconspicuous little girl.

"Ah Mo, what are you doing here?" Qinglan couldn't help but laugh.

"It's so obvious, can't you see it?" Ah Mo opened his eyes wide and said, "I'm going to help Brother Qinglan investigate the case!"

"Help me investigate?"

"That's right, isn't the little palace maid missing? Just let those bad guys arrest me as a little palace maid, don't go into the tiger's den to get the tiger, and then I'll have a meeting with Brother Qinglan again, hehe......"

"But ......"

"What's the good thing? Brother Qinglan is not worried about my cultivation, afraid that I will be in danger? Come on, let's compare, Jinghua said that my current kung fu will not be weaker than Brother Qinglan, see if he coaxes me to come. ”

"I'm not worried about your danger, but ......" Qinglan paused, and said entangledly: "What do you say now, you are also the future queen of heaven, and you will blame me if you show up to do this kind of thing!"

He said angrily: "Do you know, the last time you were drunk, he actually detained me for three months. ”

Ah Mo sneered, "It turns out that he is also a fake public servant, I am drunk with me, and it has nothing to do with you! If you are afraid that he will blame, let's not tell him this time? When I have made a great contribution, let him impress me!"

Qinglan still hesitated, "Are you sure, is it really possible?"

Ah Mo was full of excitement, pulled him out, and said as he walked: "It's really okay! We are all sharing worries for Your Majesty, and when we divide the light, Jinghua will have no worries." Let's go, let's go to the military headquarters now and discuss the plan of action!"

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Xuan Yao actually rarely uses mana.

She remembered that the place where she used to use the most mana was just at the grand ceremony in Yaochi, every day when the Emperor and Queen of Heaven toasted to the gods of the Three Realms, and the whole world celebrated, she would let herself cast a spell, so that the heavenly palace would bloom with a hundred flowers, and put on an auspicious scene.

Hehe, at that time, he was still an inconspicuous god of flowers, and he was pressed by the queen Jiang Yi, and he didn't dare to raise his head when he said a word.

And now, he can enter and exit the court with pride, and sit on an equal footing with those high-ranking officials who were Zhu Peizi.

It's the same Emperor of Heaven, but Jinghua and Xuanyuan are still very different.

Xuanyuan only knew how to let himself do things for him, but he still held on to his power and refused to let go, but Jinghua trusted himself wholeheartedly, and broke the old precedent to make herself the first female official with such a high rank in the heavenly court in ten thousand years.

She could see him every day now, when she was in court. Dressed in the graceful imperial robe of the Emperor of Heaven, he sat high on the throne of Lingxiao, and he smiled at everyone, gentle and compassionate. And she bowed her head, and shouted Your Majesty from the bottom of her seat, her voice drowned out in the awe of the other courtiers.

How amazing, how weird.

Xuan Yao sometimes thinks that the lives of their immortals are all locked in the Wangxing Pavilion, and no one can see them, but the person who wrote their lives is so majestic!

In the past, when she was in the Fuyan Palace, waiting for Jinghua to return from the expedition day and day, thinking of him every night, but she didn't dare to look at him, how could she think that the two of them would come to such a situation one day?

When marrying the crown prince, she saw him drinking big dreams in front of her, and once thought that this was the end of the two of them.

In Gu Yuelou, she was with Chenhua, and when she happened to meet him and Ah Mo together, she also thought that it would be an ending.

Neither.

The end of him and her turned out to be like this.

He is the king, and she is the minister.

Every time she saw him, saw his majesty in the world, and was worshipped by the gods of the Three Realms, she would always feel strange. His figure had always been so tall, he stood so tall, the wind blew his clothes and black hair, he looked so lonely.

Then she saw Ah Mo again, the little girl with sparks always dancing in her dark eyes, and she stood beside him, looking at him with infinite adoration. And after he examined the gods, he would always take the time to secretly glance down at her, with infinite tenderness in his eyes.

Xuan Yao thought, if Jiang Yi hadn't broken up her and Jinghua back then, would the woman standing beside him now be herself?

She immediately denied it again.

She doesn't love Jinghua, she knows herself. The kind of affection between them is not called love at all.

Since they don't love, what else is there to say, even if there is no Jiang Yi, they should not be together.

She loves Chenhua, she only loves Chenhua.

She was grateful for the unfortunate fate, even though she encountered many twists and turns, but she still got a Chenhua in the end. In the eyes of others, they may be unclean, despised, deviant, and intolerable—but for her, they have been asking for thousands of years to finally get it.

That time in the Lingxiao Palace, she deliberately stimulated Jinghua, seeing that he was so angry with herself that his face turned pale, and his heart hurt so much that his old illness almost recurred, she felt guilty for a moment, but then what rushed to release it to her whole body was the pleasure of revenge.

Unbeatable, hearty!

No matter how painful his heart was, it couldn't compare to Chenhua's resentful look.

No matter how pale his face was, it couldn't compare to Chenhua's smiling voice.

That's right, for Chenhua's sake, she can do anything, destroy the world, and kill the gods*!

What is it to kill someone?

It was the quietest time in the entire Heavenly Court, and most people were sleeping. Only the soldiers of the night vigil had just changed their guards, and a small number of palace maids who were about to prepare breakfast had just risen.

Xuan Yao doesn't shoot too much every time, tonight she has already captured five people, turned them into bouquets, put them in baskets, and was about to go back.

Just when I was about to arrive at the Fuyan Palace, I saw a small palace maid with a big water tank on her head, going back and forth at the palace gate.

The palace maid's appearance was really strange, she was small, and the water tank was three times the size of her head, and it was filled with water very heavy, which made the little palace maid grin and cry out crookedly.

Xuan Yao was stunned because of her weird appearance, and by the time she remembered to be invisible, it was too late. The little palace maid had already seen her, and not only did she see her, but she also cried out loudly.

"Is it a mother? Oh, it's good that you're here! Help! This water tank is about to crush me to death!"

Xuan Yao frowned, the blood slaves she hunted tonight were enough, she didn't want to make more trouble at the gate of her palace, and even if she wanted to catch it, she was more inclined to catch the kind of tall and strong, like this girl in front of her, looking at the figure, let Chenhua take two sips and it would be gone.

But she really didn't know whether she was alive or dead, not only did she recognize her identity, but she also yelled at herself for help!

Hmph, help? I'm afraid it's life! Xuan Yao thought, teleporting in front of the palace maid, and just wanted to ask, but was shocked.

This little palace maid looks delicate in appearance, but her face is covered with acne, dense, pimples, and a few on the tip of her nose and cheeks are still red and shiny, which makes her scalp numb, and she subconsciously doesn't overdo it, and she never wants to take a second look.

Xuan Yao only felt nausea and nausea, and said angrily: "Who are you, why are you at the gate of Fuyan Palace in the middle of the night?"

The little palace maid seemed to be taken aback, and hurriedly wanted to kneel, but she was afraid that the water in the water tank would fall down, so she stretched out her hand to stabilize it in embarrassment, and then said: "Back to Niangniang, I'm ...... My name is Xiaofeng, and I was transferred yesterday. It's because I'm not good, I don't understand the rules, and I bumped into Miss Xiaohui by saying something, and she punished me for walking around the Fuyan Palace a hundred times tonight, and I couldn't take it off without walking through the tank. ”

Only then did Xuan Yao see that the water tank was really on the head of this palace maid, and Xindao Xiaohui is now also out of breath, following her chicken dog to heaven, and she also likes to command and play majestic in front of these girls.

"I've done more than 60 laps, and I really can't stand it anymore. Ask the mother to be gracious and take down this water tank, and the slave and maid must be willing to spill their blood to repay the mother's great kindness. Xiao Gong was panting and said flatteringly.

Xuan Yao recited a spell disdainfully, easily took down the water tank, and sneered: "Willing to spill blood? That's what you said!"

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Ah Mo meticulously carried the large water tank all night, and finally let Xuan Yao successfully catch herself, and was thrown into the blood bank at the bottom of the pool with the other five slaves.

The other people were not completely awake because they had fallen into Xuan Yao's spell, only Ah Mo slapped the door panel vigorously and said loudly: "Open the door, open the door, let us out!"

She filmed for a long time, but there was still no reaction outside, and it was estimated that Xuan Yao had already left.

Ah Mo quieted down and cast a spell that shone with Buddha's light, observing the situation he was in now.

It wasn't big, it looked like a dungeon, and although there was no torture in sight, the smell of blood was evident in the air.

There were many people lying side by side on the ground. Ah Mo counted them, counting the new arrivals today, a total of fifty-six.

Everyone was extremely pale, just like when Jinghua was seriously ill and dying before, there was no blood on his body.

They lay there motionless, unconscious or without the strength to move.

"Hey, is anyone still alive?

There was an extremely faint moan from the crowd, and the voice was a man, not very old.

"Hey, you...... Where are you?" the man only snorted and immediately stopped moving, Ah Mo couldn't find him in the crowd, and said anxiously: "Can you lift your hands? You can move your fingers and let me see you." ”

After a while, sure enough, a hand was slowly raised in the pile.

Ah Mo ran over in two steps, only to see a young man with clear eyebrows and beautiful eyes, although he had no energy, he still tried to smile politely at himself, which showed that he was well-educated.

"What's your name? Why did she arrest you?"

The man was very weak, and he asked a lot of questions, but he didn't seem to have the strength to answer even a single question.

Ah Mo was anxious, helped him up halfway, gently pressed against his vest, and said while inputting a small amount of spiritual power for him: "Is she going to collect yang to replenish yin?

Ah Mo's question was too explicit, and the man's pale face was slightly reddened, and he said in a low voice after a while: "Girl, you can see clearly, most of the people here are women, how can they be ...... Caiyang?"

"That ......"

The man glared at her slightly, and said, "We were all over-blooded to weaken this point." ”