Outside the cold palace, the light reflected in the palace is shrouded by the lights outside the palace, and it is not too conspicuous.

A handsome guard stood tall at the palace gate, his eyes shining brightly, and a smile on his lips.

There was another guard beside him who looked a little older, not as handsome as this one, but also tall and mighty.

These two people are Hu Si and Brother Feng, the two of them heard a slight footstep coming, Qi Shushu looked in the direction where the voice came from, and said loudly:

"Who!?"

As soon as the shouts came out, the banging in the palace also stopped.

"Bastard thing! You are even the holy ......" Desheng's father-in-law's fierce milk and fierce voice came, but before the word "Shang" was spoken, he snorted softly, obviously being stopped by someone.

"What people, come out!" The guard shouted.

Desheng's father-in-law rubbed his ass and walked out of the shadows, shook the dust in his hand with a cold face, and glanced at the two of them:

"What are you yelling about?"

Hu Si and Brother Feng looked at Desheng's father-in-law suspiciously, seeing that he was very young, but the clothes on his body were not the clothes of ordinary little eunuchs, and they couldn't help but show a suspicious look.

These two are guarding the cold palace, and it is not strange that they have not seen the Desheng father-in-law next to the emperor, and it is normal not to recognize them. But looking at the clothes, I don't know which palace is the powerful little eunuch, so naturally I don't dare to slack off.

Seeing that there were people, Desheng's father-in-law became a lot more courageous, and then asked:

"What was the sound in this cold palace just now?"

"I don't know about this. Maybe it's some kind of bird, right? Hu Siming knew that those voices just now were made by Leng Yi Yanyan, because he gave her those woods and tools at night. But where does he dare to tell the truth, he can only open his eyes and tell nonsense.

Brother Feng on the side lowered his head and didn't know how to answer, and he echoed when he said this.

Desheng's father-in-law glanced at the two suspiciously, even if he felt that they were fooling him, there was no evidence. looked at the palace gate of the cold palace, and then looked at the two of them, then slowly turned around and walked into the shadows, and replied to Yongsheng.

"If that's the case, let's go back." Yongsheng said lightly, and glanced back at the cold palace.

In the cold palace, Leng Yi Yanyan was squatting in the courtyard, holding a hammer in one hand and a wedge in the other, listening to the movement outside.

It wasn't until I heard footsteps outside and walked away that I slowly let out a sigh.

On this big night, there are still people who don't sleep and go to the cold palace? Really!

After Leng Yi Yanyan repaired the railing, she saw that there were a lot more materials, so she planned to make a few more shelves to place those bottles and cans. Just as he was about to continue, he heard a few knocks on the palace door, followed by Hu Si's voice.

"Miss Leng, don't do anything tonight, it's not good to go back and recruit someone."

"Tsk, okay, got it!" Leng Yi Yanyan replied unhappily and reluctantly put away her things.

But it's impossible to keep her idle, isn't it just afraid to make a noise? Wouldn't it be nice not to knock and knock?

I used to want to practice swords but didn't have a sword, but now there is so much wood, it's not bad to pick a piece and sharpen it into a wooden sword!

If you think of it, do it! Leng Yi Yanyan immediately ran to the pile of wood and picked them up piece by piece.

Suddenly, a piece of reddish looking wood seemed to be electrocuted when she held it in her hand!

Leng Yi Yanyan was startled, and hurriedly held the wood to take a closer look, and found that the wood was red, and there was a trace of blood in the texture, and when she held it, she could release a small amount of spiritual power!

"Ouch! It turned out to be blood beech wood! What a baby! Leng Yi Yanyan couldn't help muttering: "It's you!" ”

Leng Yi Yanyan divided five by two and made this long strip of blood beech wood into a three-foot wooden sword.

She flicked the wooden sword in her hand, and although it was much lighter than the sword she was used to, it could establish a strange resonance with it.

With a backhand shake, the spiritual power immediately attached to it, forming a layer of pale red sword light visible to the naked eye, which looked particularly dazzling at night.