Bai Zixiao sat on the couch, holding a book in his hand, the white pages and the blue cover reflected his fingers, as if the snow was condensed, extremely white and transparent. The face illuminated by the candle flame is like a blue lotus swaying with a strange light, and it is incomparable.

Flipping through the book in his hand casually, Bai Zixiao seemed to just glance at it very simply. When he finished turning the last page, Bai Zixiao closed the book and said coldly: "In the early years of Tianyuan, what was recorded was all the heavy battles in the process of the Tianyuan Dynasty overthrowing the Taiyuan Kingdom a hundred years ago, and it is only a hundred years from now, you should have a harvest if you take a closer look." ”

"Well, Mo'er understands." Hua Qingmo nodded, walked in front of Bai Zixiao, and took the book from his hand. After flipping through a few pages at random, Hua Qingmo found that there were two names on this book that appeared very frequently.

Chu Xi and Xiao Zhan.

"The Tianyuan royal family is surnamed Xiao, and Xiao Zhan must be the founding emperor of Tianyuan. And this Chu Ximo is not the ancestor of the Chu family who stayed with Yun Jian before with Mo'er, right? Hua Qingmo looked at Bai Zixiao, and her voice was shallow and steady. Shuyun Jian came from the Tianyuan Dynasty, and she happened to live in the Chu family in those days. Such a coincidence, probably not a coincidence.

"Chu Xi is the head of the five great families of the Tianyuan Dynasty a hundred years ago, Xiao Zhan is indeed the founding emperor of Tianyuan, Emperor Qianyuan, these two are geniuses in the art of war. However, since Xiao Zhan became emperor, Chu Xi took the Chu family to leave Shengjing, the capital of the Tianyuan Emperor, not only did not talk about meritorious deeds, but also never set foot in Shengjing City until he died. Bai Zixiao opened his mouth extremely coldly, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and his smile had a trace of indescribable contempt and contempt.

No matter how powerful Chu Xi is, he is just a coward, and he can't even protect his own woman. However, his descendants are much more interesting.

The boy who is warm and moist, including Shura.

But alas, life is short.

At this time, Bai Zixiao's face suddenly darkened for some reason, as if countless gloomy dark clouds were piled up layer by layer, and not even a trace of the color of sunlight was revealed. Raising his right hand, his middle finger resting lightly on his eyebrows, his thumb touching his face, and his ring finger and little finger with red gold ruby-inlaid armor attached to his hair.

Under the background of the candle flame and the night pearl, the ruby was full of brilliance, falling in the dark eyes of the white purple flute, but there was no trace of brilliance to be seen.

"Zixiao, it's time to go." Hua Qingmo didn't know the changes in Bai Zixiao, she just spoke softly, and her eyes fell on his face gently. Seeing Bai Zixiao's movements, Hua Qingmo thought he was uncomfortable, and immediately reached out to attach it to his left wrist.

Bai Zixiao watched her movements silently, and her eyes gradually became soft and soft. It's just that there is still an infinitely vast and far-reaching black in his eyes.

"Lord Ben is fine." Bai Zixiao held Hua Qingmo's hand, his voice was indifferent that he had never changed, but if he listened carefully, he could still feel the difference after all, like a scene of warm and continuous sunlight falling in a piece of snow in the cold winter season.

"It's okay." Hua Qingmo smiled, her hand moved slightly, her five fingers wrapped around Bai Zixiao's five fingers, and her ten fingers were tightly interlocked. The fingers of the two are the same white, but one large and one small, and they converge to create an extremely peaceful and peaceful softness.

Coming out of the Nine Thousand Years Old Mansion, Hua Qingmo rode with Bai Zixiao. The wind in the night is slightly warm, but it seems to be a little wet, which makes people feel more stuffy and irritable.

When she arrived in front of the main gate of the palace, Hua Qingmo couldn't help but look up, looked at the dark night sky at this time, and said in a profound tone: "The storm is coming." ”

Bai Zixiao didn't speak, just looked at the palace shrouded in night. At this moment, a little orange and yellow palace lamp can be seen in the palace, the light is dim and hazy, and it seems more illusory than ever.

Deyuan Hall.

Before entering the inside, Hua Qingmo had already used her abilities to see all the people in the hall, and these people seemed to have some connection with her.

On the left sat Situ Yuanche, Situ Heng, Situ Yuanyou, Chu Yanqian, the last position on the right was Pei Tianyou, followed by King Ningjun and Ye Fu Hui, and the top position on the right was vacant, which should be the position of Bai Zixiao. In addition, there were one person standing behind King Ning Jun and Ye Fu Hui, respectively Hua Minzhi and Ye Zhen.

Some of these people Hua Qingmo expected, but some, she didn't expect.

"I've seen who's inside." Bai Zixiao saw a slight change in Hua Qingmo's face, and knew that she had seen a qiē in the Deyuan Palace.

"Well, there's a couple of people here who's interesting." Hua Qingmo turned her head to look at Bai Zixiao, her dark pupils were burning brightly, compared to the sun and the moon. After she let go of Bai Zixiao's hand, she held his arm tightly, and the smile on the corner of her lips was like a red plum on a cold and proud branch. It seems beautiful and moving, but it is chilling.

"Interesting." Bai Zixiao listened to Hua Qingmo's words, and the corners of her lips swept into an indescribable bewitching smile like a red lotus burning. There are two huge octagonal palace lamps hanging in front of the Deyuan Palace, the palace lamps are as bright as tomorrow, stretching around his face, more and more enchanting, more and more ripples, and more and more unpredictable.

Walking into the Deyuan Palace, the arrival of Hua Qingmo made the people in the hall slightly stunned. But unexpectedly, no one said a word to object, just quietly watched Bai Zixiao and Hua Qingmo walk in front of them.

After Bai Zixiao sat down, Hua Qingmo sat directly on his lap, put her hands around his neck, and the whole person was completely nestled in his arms. I don't know if it's because the candle flame is faint, Hua Qingmo looks really weak and sick at this time.

Immediately afterward, there was a dead silence in the Deyuan Hall. The candle flame swayed in the wind, and the light and shadow kept falling on everyone's faces, making everyone look as if they were generally bright in front of people and generally dark behind people, just like the extreme gap between black and white, which looked strangely weird. On the eight beams and pillars in the hall, the golden dragon is brilliant, magnificent, in the candle flame, the most expensive of the heavenly family is more and more revealed.

"The emperor has arrived!"

A sharp voice came from the front of the Deyuan Hall, and everyone in the hall stood up and knelt down to salute.

"See the emperor, long live my emperor, long live long live!"

Situ Xuan walked slowly in the voice of everyone, passed through the kneeling crowd, and walked towards the high and noble dragon chair in the Deyuan Hall.

After sitting down, Situ Xuan looked at the people below, and the moment he saw Hua Qingmo, his eyes just moved slightly, he didn't say a word, he just raised his hand, and his voice was kind: "Zhong Aiqing is flat!" ”

"Emperor Xie!"

The people in the Deyuan Hall stood up and sat back in their places. After everyone sat down, Situ Xuan's voice came.

"What Uncle Huang has done, all Aiqing must already know."

"Yes, Your Majesty, the minister has heard of it." Although everyone's voices did not come out of the same mouth, nor did they speak in unison, they were unexpectedly intertwined.

After saying this, Ye Fuhui stood up, knelt down on one knee, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, this time King Liang rebelled, and the minister thought there were many strange things. ”

"Oddity?" When Situ Xuan heard Ye Fuhui's words, a trace of doubt immediately appeared on his face. He looked at the night breeze, his handsome face seemed to be very gentle, but there was still a cold indifference in his eyes. Nodding slightly, Situ Xuan said loudly: "Xiangguo thinks something is strange, but it doesn't hurt to say it." ”

At this moment, there was an indescribable solemnity on the face of the Night Breeze Emblem, as if there was a huge danger in front of him, so solemn, so cautious. His lips moved, and the hand hidden in his sleeve robe shook unconsciously, as if he was making up his mind.

"Emperor Qi, King Liang's fief is very far away from our country's capital Lin'an, and there are many cities in the middle as barriers. Even if His Royal Highness King Liang rebelled and attacked the city, there should be news when the army left the fiefdom, how could it be possible to capture so many cities, and there would be no news until after crossing the Ganges? In the opinion of the minister, there must be a very powerful person in the middle of this? When Ye Fuhui said this, the corner of his eyes couldn't help but look at Bai Zixiao.

As far as he knew, there were almost no people in the Hua Dynasty who were able to conceal the rebellion of King Liang and block the news of his siege all the way. Of course, there is still one person who can do it. is the one in front of him, the emperor's righteous brother is nine thousand years old Bai Zixiao.

But if it's really 9,000 years old, why did he do it?

Since Ye Fuhui knew that King Liang had rebelled, he began to ponder this reason, but after all, he could not find any reason.

"Listening to Xiangguo's words, I also feel a little strange, I don't understand, such a big thing as a rebellion, I didn't know until the door, what a joke is this?" The smile on Situ Xuan's face disappeared instantly, replaced by a gloomy and weird one that seemed to be stagnant. He grabbed the golden dragon carving next to the dragon chair, and his nails scratched across it, and a sharp sound followed.

The rest of the hall didn't say anything about it, as if they had nothing to say at the moment, but it was clear to everyone that something was wrong. They all understood that the only person who could do this kind of thing was the nine-thousand-year-old Bai Zixiao who they hated but couldn't help it.

After about a quarter of an hour of silence, Situ Xuan's face gradually calmed down, and the indifference in his eyes gradually faded. He glanced at Ye Fuhui and said softly: "Xiangguo should go first!" ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ye Fuhui stood up, returned to the Taishi chair and sat down.

At this time, Situ Xuan's eyes looked at Bai Zixiao, the smile on his face was still the same, and the gentleness in his eyes was still the same, but these were like the heavy oil paint attached to the clown's face, just a mask to hide what he thought in his heart.

"Brother Yi, I want to know what Brother Yi has done in the mansion these days?" Situ Xuan was still soft.

"Goddaughter, spoiled wife." Bai Zixiao's indifferent voice remained unchanged.

"It's very pleasant." Situ Xuan smiled.

"It's very pleasant, but it's too calm and boring. So the minister thought of a way to make interesting things happen next. Bai Zixiao didn't look at Situ Xuan when he said this, but just looked down at Hua Qingmo, and his eyes seemed to be much calmer.

"So, this qiē is all calculated by the righteous brother?" Situ Xuan asked again.

And at this moment, Bai Zixiao raised his eyes to look at Situ Xuan, and his stunning face was like a blooming poppy, with a fatal brilliance of beautiful and enchanting, evil and bewitching.

"Yes, because it's fun."