Like flowers, like water.

This is very common in the play, and the most ordinary thing is very far away for Zhong Ying.

Qingtang put down his hand in silence, Zhong Ying raised his lips and smiled, and said in a low voice: "Thank you." ”

He raised his knife and repeated the same action that he had simulated hundreds of times in his mind.

The knife rises, and the knife falls.

"Wait a minute. Qingtang shouted violently.

Zhong Ying didn't reply, but the movements in her hands couldn't help but pause.

Qingtang found the right time, bullied forward, cut out with his side palm, and hit Zhong Ying's wrist.

snatching the long knife from Zhong Ying's hand, she pulled the man's arm, and then tied his two hands behind her back.

"You can't beat me, so, wait slowly. ”

The woman's face was still as cold as ice, and she firmly restrained Zhong Ying, almost holding him down by the neck, pressing him like an ordinary prisoner.

"Qingtang, you ......" Zhong Ying gritted her teeth, trying hard to break free from the shackles of the spirit master.

"I'll let you, wait. Qingtang's gaze drifted into the distance and landed on a man who had arrived.

"General Weiyuan is disloyal to his superiors and unkind to his subordinates, and the Holy One has tolerated it for a long time, and today he issued an order to raise the clan...... Slash-"

"Chop?" Zhong Ying raised his head, his face full of disbelief, "How could His Highness the Seventh Do this? He has just taken power, and it is the time to appease the major families......

"If the country is gone, what do you want the family to do?" Qingtang let go of his hand, and his palm carried spiritual power, and he broke the door lock with one palm.

"The only thing that the Seventh Highness should think about now is how to gather the troops as quickly as possible. ”

For several days, there was a bloody storm in the capital, and many wealthy families were raided and their lives were taken.

The emperor died, the crown prince also died, and the only two princes in the capital, the fourth prince Yang Qingyun was nowhere to be found, and the only one who could shoulder the responsibility was the little-known His Royal Highness King Zhao.

The people shivered in the scattered blood, and the atmosphere in Kyoto became more and more tense.

Originally, a large number of displaced people in the west of the city were co-opted, and those with spiritual power were singled out separately, and ordinary people practiced day and night.

The scattered armies were gathered and garrisoned on the walls.

The current rulers seem to be seizing all the time to strengthen the capital, which was singing and dancing not long ago.

The An army led by Tuoba Ning will arrive in Kyoto in less than three days. ”

Yang Qingjue sat upright in the high hall, holding the paperwork in his hand, listening to the scout's eager report.

"What about the army in the southwest?"

"It's about seven days. Shuowang replied.

"Seven days" Yang Qingjue nodded, picked up the pen and approved it, and exchanged another paperwork.

"Since I promised the third brother, I will help him keep it for ten days according to my words. ”

Shuo Wang drank back the scout, looked at Yang Qingjue again, and finally opened his mouth cautiously.

"Your Highness, what about ten days later?"

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Yang Qingjue's mouth, and the tip of the ink-stained pen fell heavily and smashed on the rice paper.

"Ten days later, life and death are fateful. ”

Shuowang couldn't help but shudder, and he was about to speak, when he saw a guard cautiously come in from the outside and kneel down towards the man who was high above.

"Your Highness, is there someone outside the door asking to see you?"

"Who?" Yang Qingjue's voice did not fluctuate.

"The person who came said that his name was Xiao Qi. ”

Shuowang couldn't help but take a breath and raised his eyes to look at Yang Qingjue, who also put down his pen.

At that time, Gongzi said that if Ye Dagongzi couldn't wake up within seven days, then no one would be able to return to heaven.

Since taking over Yang Qinghan's unfinished affairs, His Royal Highness has not left this hall for half a month.

Naturally, he had no time to take care of Ye Sheng. Although Shuowang has a heart, he can only strengthen the garrison of the courtyard in the west of the city.

Seven days have already passed, and if you come to inform Ye Dagongzi that he is sober, it will be too late.

I don't know if the news Xiao Qi brought this time is good or bad......

"Yes, please. After Shuowang heard Yang Qingjue's words, he couldn't help but hold his breath.

The navy blue robe shook in front of him, and the person who came in from outside the door was obviously much thinner than half a month ago, and even his eyebrows were infected with a little sickness that had not yet subsided.

Shuowang's breath was stunned and he couldn't spit it out.

The man's face was obviously tired, but his eyebrows and eyes were crooked, and the corners of his slender eyes were slightly upturned, which looked very amorous at first glance.

The person who came was not Xiao Qi.

"Yes, His Royal Highness King Zhao. ”

"The spring tide is here, and the reinforcements are late. The city is broken, and the bones are cold. The country is destroyed, and the world is in chaos. ”

Ye Qinmei's voice seemed to have infinite magic.

She is obviously predicting the fate of a country, but in Yang Qingyun's ears, she is like the innocent and delicate murmur of a flowering girl.

"Your Excellency, High Priest, since you have seen the providence of heaven, how can you explain your current behavior?"

The man who could freely enter and leave the temple stood outside the main hall of the temple, watching Ye Qinmei use spiritual power as a pen to slowly and forcefully draw heavy strokes in the hall.

Ye Qinmei turned around, her smile seemed to be about to merge with this temple.

"I want to go against the sky. ”

She finished drawing this talisman array.

Until this day, Yang Qingjue let the girl sleep in King Zhao's Mansion.

The spiritual power in Ye Qinzhu's body was well suppressed, and there was hardly any abnormality in the half moon she was sleeping.

The only anomaly was that she didn't wake up once.

The wooden door of King Zhao's Mansion, which had been quiet for a long time, was pushed open again, Yang Qingjue stood outside the room, and the remnant sun cast his shadow into the room.

He ordered the water to be fetched, sprinkled the powder into the water, slowly cleaned his face, and walked to the girl lying on the couch.

He bent down and took in the usual sleeping face, then gently hooked his lips and got up to return to the study.

He wrote a long letter about what had happened these days.

Unconsciously, he wrote very slowly, word by word.

At first, it was just telling the truth, but later on, he couldn't help but add a few words of his own ridicule.

What would Ye Qinzhu think when he saw this paragraph? Is the comment he wrote right in the right way?

Yes, because bamboo is such a mind.

Yang Qingjue didn't remember how much he wrote, and at the end, he hesitated for a long time and added the last sentence.

"Negative, unspeakable. ”

When he had finished writing, he took the pen, took a dagger from the study, and returned to the bedroom.

He doesn't feel sorry for his body, whether it's taking a lot of drugs or cutting into the flesh.

On the contrary, he was worried that Ye Qinzhu would wake up and be frightened by the blood on his hands.

Slowly holding the little girl's hand, Yang Qingjue carefully cut a small blood mark in her palm.

Then, he turned the blade around and stabbed it hard into his palm.

The spiritual power in his body was all mobilized in an instant, and the spiritual power that did not belong to him was pulled by blood, and there was an elixir to pave the way, which was smoothly gathered in the palm of his hand.

In the last impact, the stubborn spiritual power finally broke through the cage and returned to the master's body.

The spiritual power of Yang Qingjue's whole body was disturbed because of this, screaming and rushing into his body.

He tumbled to the ground, curled up like a dead shrimp, and kept vomiting blood.

He struggled to open the medicine he had placed in his sleeve, drank all the stored potions, and put them on to stop his convulsions.

Yang Qingjue coughed a few more times, then slowly got up from the ground, and raised her eyes to look at the unresponsive girl.