Ah Dao's gaze bypassed the long robes of the staff members and went straight to Xiangyu.

The delicate side face of the young man who is as beautiful as white jade is cold and elegant, and the graceful curvature between the neck is like a fine white jade porcelain, crystal clear, and a few strands of hair pour down, as if lifelike delicate carvings floating on it.

The corners of Ah Dao's mouth gradually curved into a satisfied and sincere smile, and the fawn-like eyes were shining like a streamer at the moment.

Xiangyu turned his head slightly, and just happened to see this scene, his eyes were slightly stunned.

Ah Tao kowtowed to the ground again: "Thank you Gongzi for giving the slave protection again, the slave will be dedicated to the sacrifice of Gongzi!"

After a while, Ah Tao heard the sound of a group of people's footsteps going away.

"Congratulations to the Jade Prince!" everyone knelt down again.

Ah Tao touched the position of her heart, and the long-lost feeling of peace of mind returned to her body, and she let out a long sigh of relief.

Her body suddenly relaxed, and she began to feel her eyelids a little heavy, and her body gradually felt weak, and her foreground became blurry, and her vision became darker......

Ah Tao felt her body begin to fall, as if someone had picked her up and walked towards the door.

Eventually, she lost consciousness completely......

When the figure of Xiangyu and his party disappeared completely, the nobles in the main hall finally breathed a sigh of relief.

First, Sheng Shuiyu made a ghost tale of abuse, and then the perennial faceless Jade Gongzi suddenly appeared, and incidentally involved a ghost who inherited the blood of the ancestor Li Ghost.

Today's drama of ups and downs, with a hundred turns and thousands of turns, makes everyone really feel uneasy.

The world curse carried by the Xiang clan has gradually decayed this top gate valve that has stood for thousands of years, especially after the failure of the Xiang clan's blood sacrifice to break the world curse six hundred years ago, the decline of the Xiang clan is particularly obvious.

Today, although the Xiang clan is still the first clan in Yin'an, its strength is far less than in the past. Therefore, the original situation of the dominance of the Xiang clan has become a situation of opposition between the royal faction and the Xiang faction after hundreds of years of evolution.

The royal family is afraid of the Xiang clan's high merits, and the Xiang clan is afraid that the royal family will use the world curse to completely eradicate themselves.

Nowadays, the royal family has become a climate, and the disputes between the two major factions are becoming increasingly serious. Today's opportunity to break the curse of the Xiang clan has reappeared after six hundred years, and this Yin'an's heaven is about to change.

The nobles left one after another, and the seedling selection meeting finally came to an end.

But Han Tangli has not left, still sitting in front of the couch, her face that was still a little pale just now has returned a little blood, and she is looking at the direction where Xiangyu left at this time, and her eyes reveal a reluctant emotion.

Han Yunguo on the side had not yet recovered from what had just happened, and he said to Han Tangli excitedly: "It is worthy of being a son, sister, have you seen the appearance of the water feather, as soon as you see the child, he will be like a turtle grandson, haha!"

Han Yunguo was particularly relieved when he said this, with a look of honor, and after saying that, he didn't see Han Tangli respond for a long time, so he turned his head to look at her, but saw Han Tangli's eyes looking at the direction of the door, with an expression of gain and loss on his face.

Han Yun hurriedly reassured: "Sister, don't think about it, Gongzi didn't notice you just now, it should be that many people haven't seen it, don't forget, you are the fiancée personally set by Gongzi." ”

Han Tangli was stunned, a complicated color flashed in her eyes, and the sad look on her face was put away by her for a moment: "We should also go." She got up slowly, and the corners of her mouth rose with an elegant and calm smile, and she returned to the proud and beautiful beauty.

In a secluded corridor of the Ghost Courtyard, Sheng Shuiyu was walking briskly with a gloomy face, and a red-clothed ghost master suddenly flashed beside him, kneeling on the ground and saying, "Third son!"

Sheng Shuiyu slowly stopped and asked in a cold voice, "Are you clean?"

"They all obeyed the orders of the son, and dug out the hearts and lungs of the ghost fetus, grinding the bones and skinning them. ”

Sheng Shuiyu nodded with satisfaction, he glanced at the late winter plum that had just reached in front of him as a branch stretched into the corridor, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a cold smile.

Sheng Shuiyu stretched out his hand, and pinched the lonely plum very gently, the vicious color in his eyes flashed, and with a fierce force in his hand, the delicate flower bone in his hand had been shattered into a palm of residual flower crumbs in the blink of an eye, and a few drops of muddy and sticky flower juice spread in the palm of his hand......

Sheng Shuiyu took the red-clothed ghost master and left.

Not long after they left, a dark shadow came out from the dark corner not far away, it was Yan Wenque. He originally came out to look for Yan Wenjing, but he didn't want to bump into the scene just now, so he had to hide first in a hurry.

Yan Wenque straightened his clothes, glanced around, and after making sure that there was no one, he walked briskly forward.

In less than half a pillar of incense, Yan Wenque's figure reappeared on the corridor where he had just stayed, and on the ground in front of him, the remains of Lamei that had been crushed by Sheng Shui Yu were quietly sprinkled on the ground.

Yan Wenque frowned slightly in confusion, and walked in the direction of the left, but he didn't want to end up going around again.

Just like this, I went back and forth several times, and Yan Wenque was like walking into a labyrinth, and I couldn't get out. He finally became impatient, his face was faintly angry, and a layer of sweat oozed from his forehead.

Yan Wenque sighed heavily, and was about to try again, when he heard a voice coming clearly from the corner on the side of the cloister.

"Villain...... The villain thanks Luo San Gongzi for his love......" is a young male voice who is still in the voice change period, and his tone sounds very nervous.

"You don't have to be nervous, my son pities the fragrance and pities the jade, and will not eat you. A flirtatious male voice rose up gently.

Yan Wenque was stunned for a moment, and the voice ...... Sounds familiar......

Yan Wenque let go of his steps lightly, followed the sound, and when he got closer, he saw Luo Yuanzhi, who was dressed in green clothes, lazily leaning on the stone pillar of the corridor, looking at the little guy in the ghost courtyard who was standing with his head down, his face was fair and handsome, and he suddenly hooked his lips and smiled, and suddenly his body poured out a little spring color, so he was not romantic.

And the little guy was also born with red lips and white teeth, very delicate, nervous, and slightly trembling, even a little like a pear blossom falling from rain.

Luo Yuanzhi spoke again: "You just have to tell me......" He paused, got up slowly, and then approached in the direction of the little guy, leaned down slightly, and pressed his lips close to the little guy's ear to continue to say something, the posture was particularly ambiguous.

Yan Wenque's face sank, and he walked over quickly without thinking about it, dragged the little girl behind him, and looked at Luo Yuanzhi coldly: "Third Prince Luo, what are you doing?"

Luo Yuanzhi was obviously a little surprised in the face of this man who suddenly rushed out and sneered at him, he was stunned for a moment, and when he looked at it, it was actually Yanwenque.

At this time, Yan Wenque looked sweaty and embarrassed, fine beads of sweat crawled all over his broad and full forehead, and the sheepskin boots on his feet were stained with a little mud and grass clippings, and he stared coldly at Luo Yuanzhi's face, and he was writing the words "shameless" unabashedly.

Luo Yuanzhi looked at Yan Wenque with interest, and then the corners of his mouth curved slightly, not minding Yan Wenque's angry eyes at all, he pretended to smile meaningfully: "What you see, what I am doing." ”