Shan Yuan's hand slowly wrapped around Lin Yaoyue's waist, looking at her as if she was unconscious, her cold eyebrows frowned slightly.

"Go back to the temple. ”

In the next moment, Shan Yuan's resolute indifferent expression did not change in the slightest, and the Imperial Court's arch guard quickly retreated after receiving the high priest's instructions. Only Xiu'er's devastated body was left, and he collapsed alone at the border of Fanyun, less than five miles away from Dawan, desolate and desolate.

And here, Shan Yuan hugged Lin Yaoyue's empty body and carried her all the way from the entrance of the temple to the second-story building of the Jade Pavilion. As if he were a fragile object, he gently laid her on the bed, then slowly approached her, narrowing his slender eyes gently.

didn't use her who escaped as a container, nor did he want to drain the spiritual blood in her body because of this. Shan Yuan didn't do anything, just hugged her tightly in his arms.

After a while, his blue and white robe raised slightly, "You rest for a while, and I'll take you to see the empress later." ”

Hearing this, Lin Yaoyue looked sideways, as if she had regained some consciousness, "Empress Chonghua, I thought the high priest was going to take me to see the princess." I didn't expect the high priest to be so courageous, aren't you afraid that I will assassinate her in the temple?"

The corners of Lin Yaoyue's red lips pursed a sarcastic smile, but those beautiful inky pupils were full of despair and sadness.

"You won't. Shan Yuan looked deeply into Lin Yaoyue's bloodshot ink-colored pupils and replied calmly.

"No, the High Priest is too confident. Lin Yaoyue tilted her eyes and looked back at Shan Yuan, and saw that he was still flat on that delicate face, his eyes indifferent and empty.

The next moment, Shan Yuan gave a crisp high-five, and with his indifferent look, Lin Yaoyue saw the attack incense who was escorted by the guards.

"Miss?"

When she took off the black cloth, there was a hint of confusion in her eyes, and there was also a hint of joy. Lin Yaoyue, on the other hand, frowned, only feeling choked in her throat but had no room to resist.

And Shan Yuan, who saw Lin Yaoyue's reaction, just walked to her side gently,

"What's the matter?, is the holy woman still going to be disrespectful to the empress?" The voice with a hint of sarcasm came into Lin Yaoyue's ears, and she immediately pursed her lips and stopped speaking.

The next moment, Shan Yuan took her hand in extreme surprise and led her to the depths of the temple within the layers of veils.

Lin Yaoyue was a little puzzled, she looked at the white-clothed, delicate figure walking in front, and she didn't understand what he wanted to do.

But soon, Lin Yaoyue's doubts were answered.

What caught her eye was a round of clear heavenly mirrors, in which the princes and nobles of the Fanyun Kingdom went down to the common people, and many women were troubled by the cursed diseases that fell from the sky. Although it is not like those women in Qingzhou City, their intestines are rotten, and their appearance is ruined and they die. But he was also tortured by illness, and the terrible screams broke through Lin Yaoyue's ear bones one after another.

"What are you bringing me to see this?"

After pausing for a moment, Lin Yaoyue raised her eyes and looked at Shan Yuan on the side. Although her tone was still cold, it was not as unsparing as it had been at the beginning.

Hearing this, Shan Yuan just looked back at her and pursed the corners of his lips slightly. Turning her over to the female officer who came respectfully, she stood beside the mirror, like a guide waiting for her to find her lost, looking at her gradually disappearing figure.

A pair of empty light ink-colored pupils could not reflect the slightest emotion, locking her like an endless abyss.

And here, Lin Yaoyue followed the footsteps of the female official and came to a splendid hall in the depths of the palace.

Far away behind the curtain of the golden gauze brocade, Lin Yaoyue couldn't see her appearance clearly. But her eyes seemed to be able to see her clearly, and she carefully sketched her face, and then said with a smile, "Sure enough, it's her daughter, and it really looks a little similar." ”

Hearing her voice, Lin Yaoyue was stunned at first.

Immediately afterwards, she pursed the corners of her lips and smiled, and saluted, "I've seen the Empress Chonghua." ”

Hearing this, the Empress Chonghua's body was slightly propped up, and she waved her hand at the female official, and the female official retreated respectfully. And her eyes outlined Lin Yaoyue's thin figure over and over again, and then, she seemed to mumble to herself, and said with a little repentance,

"Originally, I thought I could give everything for my sister. But one day I had a dream in which I stabbed my sister to death in order to live, and when I woke up, I understood the answer hidden in my heart. ”

Even through the gauze curtain, Lin Yaoyue could feel the calm but slightly sad tone of the Empress Chonghua.

But her beautiful and delicate little face did not show a look of forgiveness or sympathy, but instead showed a sneering look, "I don't know if this sister in Your Majesty's mouth is Princess Xuanhua or my mother Li Qingning." ”

Lin Yaoyue's voice was like a clear spring flowing into the chaos, bringing out a crisp echo in this gold-carved jade hall.

"If the little girl didn't guess wrong, the gods will be angry, and the first punishment will be Your Majesty. ”

Suddenly, Empress Chonghua's pupils dilated, and she looked at Lin Yaoyue's little face with a little sarcasm over and over again in some surprise.

"You don't look like her child, but like my flesh and blood. ”

As she spoke, Empress Chonghua herself lifted the tent made of layers of gold yarn, and saw that it was a face that was three points similar to her mother, with a slight red rash on it. But her face was more resolute and cold than her mother's calm and calm.

"You're right, the Holy Maiden and the royal family belong to the same line. In the year of cardamom, the blood is sacrificed in the ancient Sanskrit chanting ceremony. The god chooses the woman he likes, and from then on he obtains the spiritual power of the saint for thousands of years, and may also obtain the throne that has been passed down from generation to generation. ”

As she spoke, the slender jade fingers of the Empress Chonghua shook slightly, and the next moment, she saw that the heavy Luo tent on the side was lifted, and lying inside was the figure of Li Qingning, who was seven months pregnant.

"Mother?" Lin Yaoyue struggled towards the bed, and saw Li's face dark. Looking up and down, what is really in the heart is the kind of poison that can make people's souls and flesh dissipate and disappear.

"Lin Ruzhen!"

Suddenly, Lin Yaoyue's shell teeth clenched, making a loud noise. And the Empress Chonghua slowly walked off the golden couch, looked at her and said softly,

"I can only save her for a while, and if you want to save her, you must obtain the spiritual power given by God, and keep that ancient vow, and become the holy daughter of my Brahman. The choice is yours. ”

After finishing speaking, Empress Chonghua did not look at Lin Yaoyue again, nor did she look at Li Qingning again, and slowly walked out of the main hall.

Suddenly, on the top of this gold-carved hall, only Lin Yaoyue and her mother and daughter were empty.

"The throne, the spiritual power, it turns out that you can't escape these anywhere. Lin Yaoyue gently hugged her mother Li's body, and a crystal clear teardrop slipped cold from the corner of her eye.