"Ah Ran, don't look at it, go back and rest."

Beitang Long Ting saw Jun Moran's face pale, and he looked crumbling, wiped the mottled tears on his face, and comforted him slowly.

"Nope."

Jun Moran shook his head, suddenly pushed open the lid of the coffin, and quietly stared at the female corpse in the cold jade coffin that was burned beyond recognition by the fire.

Fortunately, the temperature in the cold jade coffin was extremely low, and after two years, the female corpse was still the same as it was two years ago.

After a while, Jun Mo Ran slowly stretched out his bony hand and lightly touched the charred skin of the female corpse.

From her dark skull to her fire-shattered toes, almost nothing was missing.

Beitang Long Ting was extremely embarrassed, coughed dryly twice, and walked out of the Hall of Worries first.

Gu Nanfeng, like the dragon thunder of Beitang, mistakenly thought that Jun Mo Ran wanted to do something wrong to the female corpse, and shouted to stop him, "Ah Ran, don't mess around." No matter how much it moves, the body can't be saved. ”

"Get out and close the door."

Jun Moran repeatedly measured the size of the female corpse's skeleton with both hands, completely ignoring Gu Nanfeng's surprised gaze.

"Why are you doing this?"

Gu Nanfeng shook his head, but seeing that Jun Moran's entire body had almost penetrated into the cold jade coffin, he had to hurriedly walk out of the Hall of Worries.

Squeak –

After about half an hour, Jun Moran pushed open the door with a happy face.

He casually handed the bracelet on the wrist of the female corpse to Beitang Long Ting, and said firmly, "It's not her." ”

"You... Are you sure? ”

Beitang Longting's lips trembled with excitement, and his voice had completely changed tone due to excessive nervousness.

Knowing that the female corpse in the Temple of Worries was not Feng Wuwu, the gloom in Gu Nanfeng's heart was also swept away.

"Ah Ran, you shouldn't have touched that female corpse to notice the difference, right?" Gu Nanfeng was in a good mood and casually teased Jun Moran.

Jun Moran didn't bother to take care of him, and solemnly said to Beitang Long Ting: "The skeleton of the female corpse in the coffin is slightly thicker, the legs are slightly shorter, and the wrists are not more than crotch, so it will never be worry-free." ”

"Great! My poor chick is still alive! ”

Beitang Longting cried with joy, plunged into Jun Moran's arms, and whimpered.

Jun Mo lowered his eyes, and originally planned to push Beitang Longting aside, but when he saw that his black hair turned into silver threads, he couldn't help but feel a little moved.

After Beitang Long Ting stopped crying, Jun Moran said in a deep voice, "The hatred of taking his wife is not shared!" Within two months, this king will sweep away the land of the Southern Barbarians. ”

Beitang Long Ting nodded heavily, and echoed with him, "The hatred of taking women is not shared!" That kid from Baili Heze is really insidious! Ah Ran, you can mobilize troops with peace of mind, and this king will go to Nanqiang to explore the way for you first. ”

"Nope. You stay and gather your troops, and this king will go to her first. ”

Jun ink dyeing is non-negotiable.

As soon as the words fell, he ran away without a trace.

"You..."

Beitang Long Ting was so angry that he couldn't wait to leave for Nanqiang immediately, but he didn't expect that Jun Mo Ran had left him a very troublesome errand.

He muttered angrily, but the corners of his mouth involuntarily rose upward.

There is no greater blessing in the world than to regain what is lost.

In an instant, Beitang Longting changed his decadent appearance in the past.

While whistling gracefully, he solemnly instructed the palace people, "The palace of worries can be demolished, it looks weird." Remember, the corpse of the woman in the thick burial hall. ”

Thinking of Baili Heze brutally pushing a woman pregnant with Liujia into the sea of fire in order to forge the illusion that Feng Wuwu was buried in the sea of fire, Beitang Long Ting shuddered.

"Yes."

The palace people responded respectfully.

After learning that the female corpse in the palace was not Feng Wuwu, the entire Yunqin Palace was immersed in ecstasy.

Only Yu Qingchen looked lonely, and tears rained down.

Seeing this, Cersei hurriedly handed over a clean handkerchief, and comforted Yu Qingchen softly, "Miss, don't worry. No matter what, you are also the king's savior. Even if the damned woman is still alive, the king will not favor one over the other. ”

"She is the king's sweetheart, how can you be so criticized? Be careful when you speak, and if others hear you, you'll have to say that I instructed you. Yu Qingchen lowered his voice.

"The slave is speechless."

He lowered his eyebrows, but he scolded Yu Qingchen hundreds of times in his heart.

In her opinion, Yu Qingchen was just lucky, and she saved Jun Mo Ran by beating crookedly.

Otherwise, with Yu Qingchen's extremely humble background, where did she become her master?

"What, you're still unhappy?"

Yu Qingchen saw that Se Se had a gloomy face, and asked softly.

"Slaves don't dare."

He shook his head again and again, and only muttered in a low voice, "The slave is just worried about Miss's situation." ”

"What is there to worry about in my situation? Didn't you just say that I am the king's savior, even if the princess is still alive, the king will not favor one over the other? ”

Yu Qingchen looked at the chattering god with a little confusion, and always felt that her words and deeds were a little strange.

He looked around left and right, but when he saw that there were no idle people around, he lowered his voice and said, "If the king doesn't favor one over the other, that woman may not be." ”

"Don't worry, the princess is kind-hearted and will never harm me."

"Oh, my good lady! If the princess is really kind and harmless, why doesn't the king even dare to accept a concubine? Se Se said chiseledly, and spared no effort to instigate Yu Qingchen, "According to the slave's opinion, the princess's scheming can be deep!" ”

Yu Qingchen frowned, she always felt that Feng Wuwu was not as scheming as Cerse said.

After pondering for a moment, she asked cautiously, "Cersei, do you have any holiday with the princess?" ”

Se Se flatly denied, "How can the slave know the princess? The slave maid just felt that the young lady had to work hard to conquer the king in one fell swoop before the princess was found. I heard that the gentleman is going to leave for the south tonight, doesn't the young lady want to accompany the gentleman often? ”

"I'd rather follow. But the problem is, he doesn't want to talk to me at all. ”

"What's so hard about that? You just said that the wound on your back is still difficult to heal after visiting famous doctors. If you want to follow him south and find a Nanqiang witch doctor to see, won't you have it? ”

Yu Qingchen always felt that something was not quite right, but she really wanted to follow Jun Mo Ran every step of the way.

After thinking about it for a while, she finally opened her mouth, "Cersei, you say, can this work?" ”

"Sure."

Cersei stretched the tail note long.

When she turned around, her inky pupils suddenly dilated, covering the whites of her eyes.