Waking up from her sleep, Gu Yunyao opened her eyes slowly.

The room is full of light like wisps of gold threads, jumping and flowing quietly in front of the eyes, and the shadows are full of shadows, overlapping and falling on the snow-white wall, the color temperature.

However, the woman's heart has always been filled with a touch of cold wind and snow.

Stepping lightly on the bed, Gu Yunyao was wearing a long coat and pushed open the door of the main hall blankly.

Zhao An was guarding under the corridor, seeing the master walking out without a sound, his lips moving, and a sentence in his throat, his face was surprised.

Gu Yunyao's ethereal eyes moved away from Zhao An's body, and as if a body without a soul, he staggered down the jade steps, and his gaze went straight to the courtyard.

The scale of Jingyang Palace is not small, the architectural style is exquisite, and the carved beams and paintings are unique.

Several magnolia trees in the garden are of an expensive variety, and when the flowering season arrives, they will bloom into bowl-sized white flowers in different shapes.

Skirt a row of willows and follow a winding path to the outer garden.

The white jade pavilion there is a small artificial lake and a pool, during which the rockery is landscaped and the strange rocks are craggy. In the daytime, the pond water is glowing with colorful scales under the sunlight, decorating the glazed palace like a fairyland, making people happy to see it.

It is said that the former owner of this Jingyang Palace is the most favored concubine of Emperor Dayi, the Lan family, and the relationship between the Lan family and Leng Qingtang, the governor of Dongchang, Gu Yunyao is still unclear.

Zhao An stared at the woman in the center of the courtyard with his eyes under the corridor, and always felt that the light and slender back seemed to be shrouded in a solemn aura, gloomy and terrifying, forming a strong contrast with the exquisite pavilions and pavilions around him.

The wind, blowing slowly, brings the long silk and bamboo in the distance, and the sandalwood is melodious, as if the door is temporarily opened in another world.

Qiu Yi flew fiercely, Gu Yunyao squinted, and asked herself:

"Where is the music?"

Zhao An folded his hands and lowered his eyebrows:

"Back to the master, that's what Yongning Palace is doing."

"Hehe, Sister Xu is free, and this palace ...... but they are suffering in the world......"

The cool laughter swept in the wind, and the tone was like a ghostly groan, which made people feel intimidated when they heard it.

Zhao An gasped, his back tightened in vain.

His eyelashes trembled, he quickly lowered his head, his heart was horizontal, and asked:

"Master, what is in your heart?"

The woman's body was fixed, and there was silence for a moment.

Zhao An's reddish eyes stared at the cold and treacherous back, and Meng Meng spoke:

"The minion is worried about you, and the minion doesn't want you to be wronged. You buried something in your heart, and you can't even say it to your minions? ”

"Zhao An, this palace wants to raise the Seventh Prince......"

After a while, the woman finally responded to him, raised her eyes and looked at the clear sky from afar, her eyes were bright, and her tone was decidedly as if she had been deliberate:

"No matter what method is used, this palace will raise the Seventh Prince and treat him as if he were his own, this is the only way for this palace to seek salvation and compensate Sister Xu."

……

Yongning Palace, Outer Garden, a large-scale ritual is underway.

The chime rang, the fireworks were boiling, Lei Huan was dressed in a Xuanyi robe, holding the Qingshuang sword, waving wantonly in front of the incense case, humming and chattering in his mouth, acting like madness.

Emperor Jingxiao sat down at the other end of the verandah, every inch of muscle on his yellow face tense, and he was staring intently at the Taoist priest's every move.

The sky suddenly turned cloudy, and in an instant thick clouds piled up, and the thunder was faint, rolling closer and closer......

Four elephants.

Green smoke curls in the copper furnace, two handsome men on the left and right sides of the square corner table are in a good mood, and the figures in the quiet space are one green and one red, with colorful colors and sharp contrasts.

The operation of the spring banquet every year is the first to bear the brunt of the celebrant supervisor, and now that the time is near, Leng Qingtang has been allowed to enter the palace to prepare. At the moment, he was busy and leisurely, so he took advantage of the fact that everyone was participating in the Dharma in Yongning Palace to meet with Yu Xuanji quietly.

The sunspot fell on the chessboard, and Leng Qingtang spoke slowly:

"This time, you are a little impatient......

He knows the ability of the national teacher, and he knows that Wan Yuyao's evil self is inseparable from him.

The man's lips on the opposite side were lightly hooked, and the jade fingers were flicked back and forth in the chess game, and the sound of several beads colliding with each other was delicate and pleasant:

"Otherwise, how can Lei Huan appear? Nowadays, the palace seems to be calm on the surface, but in fact, the dark tide is surging. Poor Dao heard that Wan Yuyao fell ill this time, and Queen Qian immediately supported the newcomers in the harem to consolidate the power of the East Palace, and now she is optimistic about Sun Jieyu. ”

Leng Qingtang looked at the intricate black and white chess pieces on the chessboard, smiled disapprovingly, and responded:

"Cultivating no one is going to help, everything will end on the night of the Spring Feast, will it?"

The eyes provoked and the man opposite each other looked at each other and smiled, and the two had a tacit understanding.

Yu Xuanji threw down the white child, and the conversation changed:

"There will be a fierce battle to bring down the southern Xinjiang of the Wan clan, although the Lang army in Guangxi is unofficially armed, but the barbarian soldiers are brave, and the combat effectiveness may not be unimaginable."

Leng Qingtang's eyes were sharp, and he smiled lightly and said peacefully:

"A few days ago, Dongchang Tiqi intercepted a secret letter written by Min Rui to the emperor. The letter mentioned the construction of Weihai Wangxiantai, and Lian Dai asked about Concubine Yu's current pregnancy, thinking that Min Xing was worried about it. ”

Yu Xuanji held his forehead and sighed softly:

"It's also a poor person, my parents are far away in Guiping, and I don't know that my biological daughter has been calculated in the palace. But this should be retribution, he also had a share of the credit for assisting the prince in persecuting the former emperor, and now the karma should be on Concubine Yu. ”

With a pluice in his eyes, Leng Qingtang leisurely flicked the sunspot between his fingers, smiling slyly:

"Therefore, the governor imitated Concubine Yu's handwriting and sent a letter back to Min Guogong."

Yu Xuanji's clear eyes narrowed, a trace of treachery crossed his eyes, and he looked at Leng Qingtang in admiration:

"That's a brilliant plan! If Min Rui is provoked to oppose the water, with the strength of the Qingshui Division in the east, how can it be a problem to go south by water to deal with the Lang army of Wanli? As far as Poor Dao knows, Ye Fu Ye Zilong, the current commander of the Southwest Army, was a general under Min Rui in his early years. ”

Leng Qingtang nodded in agreement:

"This nepotism is the reason why Ben Governor thought of taking advantage of Min Guogong......"

The two of them were suddenly interrupted by abnormal movements, Yu Xuanji seemed to feel something, his face changed instantly, and "Huo" got up.

"What's going on?"

Leng Qingtang heard the thunder outside the Daolu, and followed Yu Xuanji out quickly, and his expression was shocked for a while.

I saw that the black clouds above the Dao Lu were surging and bewitching, and the pressure from the air was getting lower and lower, as if they were about to swallow up all the small Four Elephant Lu.

Lightning struck down, red light flashed like blood, and the scene was terrifying and terrifying.

Yu Xuanji's eyes were cold, and he complained to the air:

"It's a mess...... Brother He, if you go through the back door, they will chase after you. ”

Leng Qingtang frowned and was puzzled:

"What are you talking about?"

Yu Xuanji turned back to the house without looking back, grabbed the five-colored rice with both hands, and quickly explained to Leng Qingtang while arranging on the incense case:

"Lei Huan has already seen through that it is Poor Dao who is plotting against Wan Yuyao, and when he brings someone later, he must not see you here. You and I will see you at the spring banquet, a banquet will determine life and death. ”

Leng Qingtang was stunned, looked at Yu Xuanji for a moment, and looked solemn:

"Okay, take care, don't have anything to do, remember that you still have unfulfilled wishes, and you still have to find your sister Xiaoruo."

Yu Xuanji's movements froze, his eyes were clear, he didn't say anything, and continued to gesture on the incense case.

His lips squirmed, and in the middle of his incantation, his pupils were violent, and Yu Xuanji grabbed a handful of incense from the copper furnace and poured it towards the five-colored rice array.

A beam of blue light was powerful and powerful, and the moment it broke out of the middle of the array, it rushed straight into the sky.

The man was on his back, his cold eyes seemed to have penetrating power, and he could reach the sky through the dome of the Daolu, and his ears were pricked up, quietly listening to the sound of the wind and thunder above his head like a fierce confrontation between the two armies.

After a moment, everything fell silent.

His face was pale and pale, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the case.

Dao Tong's eyes trembled and he held Yu Xuanji, and suddenly saw a large area of red on his chest.

Peeling off his clothes, Dao Tong screamed "ah", and his mouth opened for a long time and couldn't close.

A bloody hole appeared on the man's delicate and white chest, and the wound was hideous as if a large piece of skin and flesh had been stripped alive by a blade, and bones were faintly visible where the bright red liquid was constantly surging out.

"Immortal Chief, this, this ......"

Dao Tong hurriedly poked out the handkerchief and plugged it, his eyebrows trembling and his eyes were wet and red.

Yu Xuanji's left fist was clenched, and his whole body convulsed into shrimp in pain, and his right index finger dipped in blood and circled the yellow paper, and then pasted the yellow paper on the blood hole.

Shh

"Poor Dao calls the Yin Talisman to attract the soul for disaster, this time it is the curse of heaven. Hurry up and clean up the mess, and don't let people see the flaws later. ”

When Lei Huan followed Emperor Jingxiao and Kagura Hou and others to break into the Sixiang Mansion, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The man in the fiery red lotus robe sat quietly on the futon, his indifferent and alienated face was blue and white, and he was engrossed in carving something with a carving knife in one hand and a wooden plaque in the other.

The crimson waves at the end of his eyes moved, and when he saw that Emperor Jingxiao had brought someone here, the man with a delicate face pursed his lips, and his smile was as clear as water, which made the emperor's heart slightly chaotic.

"Your Majesty, it's time for the poor way."

Yu Xuanji dropped the things in his hands, and stood up to make a gesture to the emperor.

Emperor Jingxiao's face suddenly turned red, and he stood a little embarrassed and at a loss.

No matter how you say that Yu Xuanji is a national teacher, he is the same Taoist cultivator as Lei Huan.

At the moment, Yongning Palace used Lei Huan to do things without knowing that Yu Xuanji would do things, and then led people to rush into the Daolu, which seemed to be difficult to explain.

The man's voice was as clear as broken jade, and it fell into Lei Huan's ears, causing his pupils to widen.

This person's voice is indeed the same as that of the person who broke the formation in the Swift Tower that day.

The emperor looked around silently, then cleared his throat and said:

"Xuanji, I brought someone over to meet you. You debuted together, you should cherish each other, talk about the scriptures and talk about everything, right? ”

After finishing speaking, he took a step sideways and pointed at Lei Huan:

"This Taoist master studied under Tianyanmen, surnamed Lei Minghuan. Lei Daochang, this is the head of Pengxian Temple in the capital, and he is the national teacher of the dynasty. ”

"Hehe, the Jade Immortal Chang is famous, and the poor Dao has been admired in the Ying Kingdom for a long time, and it is the honor of the poor Dao Sansheng to see the true face of the Immortal Chang today."

"Daoist Lei doesn't need to be arrogant, Daoist Daoist crosses the ocean to offer pictures, and the persistence of hardships and hardships is ashamed of Xuanji."

The two shook hands and exchanged pleasantries.

As he bowed down, Lei Huan quietly raised his nose and sniffed, and his keen sense of smell immediately smelled the smell of herbs and blood that was carefully concealed by the sandalwood fragrance on the man's body.

The ointment is wrapped around his body, which shows that he is indeed injured!

What Lei Huan did was itself an extremely powerful killing array.

The spirit inducer will be punished by heaven when he controls the yin soul, Lei Huan is well versed in this way, and the only way to cast the spell is to take advantage of the weakness of the Dao method of the person who has been cursed by the heavens, and give him a fatal blow.

Now that this immortal man has an injury on his body, it can be seen that the person who led Concubine Xu's soul into Yongning Palace is him!

When the four eyes looked at each other, Lei Huan's eyes were cold, and he squinted and stepped forward to approach the man whose lips were as white as paper, and smiled meaningfully:

"Dare to ask the Immortal Chief, but he has been sick lately? Poor Dao smells that you seem to have ointment on your body. ”

"What is the Taoist talking about?"

Yu Xuanji's smile gradually converged, and the chill in his eyes overflowed.

Lei Huan's sharp eyes stared at the man's handsome face with improper color, and his voice was cold, and he sounded clearly word by word:

"Poor Dao and Immortal Chang hit it off at first sight, looking at your face and blood loss, I'm afraid that you are injured!"

The chest was suddenly pulled by a big hand, and a bright yellow bag gently fell on the surface of the foot.

Yu Xuanji groaned slightly dissatisfied, leaned over to pick it up, and patted the dust lovingly in his hand.

"It's ......"

Emperor Jingxiao saw that the dragon and cloud pattern on the bag were well embroidered, and his eyes were happy.

The sparkling waves in Yu Xuanji's eyes flew towards the emperor, and his smile was a little ambiguous:

"How did the emperor forget, this is what you gave to the poor when the Pengxian Temple opened the altar to preach the Fa during the Shangyuan Festival last year. Now that the sting has passed, Poor Dao put some herbs into his bag for insect prevention and purification. ”

As he spoke, the mouth of the bag was open, the fragrance of grass was permeated, and the brown and yellow ones were displayed in front of everyone.

Lei Huan looked nervous, but he didn't want to stop easily.

Just as he was about to say anything, the man in the fiery red fairy robe held the carved wooden plaque in his hand and presented it to the emperor, his eyebrows and eyes were respectful, and he said softly:

"Your Majesty, the imperial concubine has been ill for many days, and the poor road is specially made to ward off evil spirits and hang a piece of peach wood for the sake of doing its best, just hang it under the lintel of the main hall of Yongning Palace, and the poor road can protect the health of the mother and jade body by singing the "Five Names of the Sutra" every day."

The emperor lowered his eyes to pick it up, but even the man's wide sleeves slid down, revealing his left wrist wrapped around the wounded belt, and there was aggressive blood oozing out.

The emperor was surprised: "The national teacher is injured? ”

Jade Xuanji laugh lines are light:

"It's also strange that Poor Dao is in a hurry to do his work, and he carved the runes too hard before he was scratched by the carving knife, and it is not a big problem to bandage one or two. At present, the biggest wish of the poor road is that the mother's golden body is peaceful, and the harem is not extremely Tailai. ”

"The national teacher really has a heart."

The emperor's heart was moved, and he held the man's hands and patted them with pity, and looked at him with a soft gaze for a moment.

Indeed, this handsome and beautiful man had already given his body to him, and he had always been obedient to him, the emperor.

How could he do something that was obsessed with his mind and follow Lei Huan's train of thought to suspect the head of the national teacher?

"The Emperor's ......"

Lei Huan saw the emperor's doubts, and what else did he have to say. The emperor turned his face violently, his eyes glared irritably, and the next moment he held the peach wood card, and his face was dull.

Wan Li stared coldly at the handsome man in fairy clothes, snorted resentfully, glanced at Lei Huan, and chased after the emperor's guard of honor with him.

The pain in his body deepened layer by layer, and Yu Xuanji finally could no longer support himself and bent down, covering his chest with his hands and letting out an uncontrollable moan.

……

Leng Qingtang rushed to the school training ground and saw Gu Yunxi holding an embroidered spring knife in his hand, dancing wantonly on the empty yellow earth.

The blade is sharp, and the "whirring" is flying and hanging in the wind, reflecting the smoke and dust raised in a row, like a glossy silver-white net, dense and overwhelming.

The girl's purple figure was gathered in the giant net, and her clothes flew across the light curtain, slightly blurred in the overlapping shadows of the swords.

Leng Qingtang watched calmly, and his deep eyes chased the girl's heroic posture.

Seeing the girl's moves change suddenly, the huge net in the sky instantly converged into a mang, and the dragon swung its tail like a slamming into the wind flag a hundred meters away.

"Quack! Boom-"

After the sound cracked, the flagpole lay down in a row, and the yellow sand covered the sky where the earth and rocks collapsed, and the ground trembled a few times.

The girl took in, snoring and panting.

In an instant, the brilliance between heaven and earth was exhausted.

The smell of cold incense approached, and the sound of the Overseer's footsteps stopped softly behind him.

"Girl......"

His voice was low and tinged with great distress, and at the sight of her violently trembling shoulders, he couldn't help but reach out, desperate to touch her weakness.

She has been wielding a knife like this for a few days, and she is haunted by the murder of Concubine Xu, and would rather bury her grief and anger deep in her heart and vent it alone, but she is unwilling to pour out half of her pain and hatred to him.

The girl knew that the lord was coming, but she didn't turn around, and her voice trembled lightly, and one by one, sentence by sentence, it was like a heavy projectile smashing heavily on his heart, hitting that inch of hot and soft land full of holes and blood:

"Overseer, you are not wrong, and you need no further explanation. I have entered the palace and know that the palace is unpredictable and treacherous.

It's a bottomless quagmire where everyone and everything is intertwined and implicated.

Some people are born to keep to themselves and be innocent, but in the end they die unjustly and punish the nine clans. Some people are full of evil and have blood on their hands, but we can't touch her for the sake of the overall situation. ”

"It's coming, it's almost time!"

The voice was like a blade, shattering Leng Qingtang's heart.

He hurried a few bites, couldn't bear it any longer, and with a low roar approached and straightened her body, so that her face was facing him.

For a moment, the man was stunned.

He thought she was weeping as her shoulders swayed, but at this time, he clearly saw a resolute little face.

In those pair of eyes as clear as iron, Leng Qingtang saw silence and hatred, but there was not the slightest cowardice and retreat.

Leng Qingtang suddenly realized that the girl had really grown up, and this immature grass that he had carefully cared for in the past had now grown into a towering tree, strong enough to stand alone, which made him happy.

Gu Yunxi raised his eyes to look at the man, his long eyelashes did not move, his cold face was like a cold pond frozen, and his solemn expression was indescribable:

"Overseer, it's Dongchang's turn to fight back, and the time has finally come to bring down the Wan clan in one fell swoop and Chaogang to reorganize the hatred of Xue Xiyi!"

(End of the third volume of Xiyi hate)

The Final Scroll Handle will be released soon