Today, Xu Peirong flaunted her martial arts in front of He Jingying, and was humiliated by He Jingying. In the evening, Xu Peirong pestered Xiao Zhaoye to Xuanruo Pavilion. When Xiao Zhaoye wanted to leave, she said that her stomach hurt, so she left Xiao Zhaoye in Xuanruo Pavilion.

By the time Xu Longju came to Yaohua Hall to reply, it was already too late.

He Jingying said that she knew and rested early.

The breathing of the outer lotus gradually became even. He Jingying leaned on the bed, her eyes slowly opened, the quilt was gently lifted, and she didn't know when the snow-white middle coat had been covered with a shirt that Sui Lian usually wore.

She gently pushed the window open, and the cool night breeze seemed to make her breathe easier. She smiled self-deprecatingly, she really didn't look like a grandson at all.

There was silence outside the window, and there was no other sound than the footsteps and yawns of a few guards coming and going.

She opened the door gently, glanced back at the sleeping Sui Lian, and walked out.

He Jingying walked out of the East Palace, and the guards immediately alerted: "What person?" ”

He Jingying lowered her head and said, "I am the Suilian of Yaohua Palace, and the grandson concubine Niangniang can't sleep at night, so let me go to the Tai Hospital to get some soothing spices." ”

Although the guards stayed outside the palace every day, in order to avoid suspicion, they would not easily contact the maids in the palace, but they did not suspect him, and kindly reminded: "Then aunt, slow down." ”

He Jingying nodded and thanked the guards, and walked quickly in the direction of Tai Hospital.

Go out from the side gate of the Tai Hospital, pass through the palace garden, go out from the back door along the stream of the palace garden, and then go out along the red wall, bypass the corridor, and walk to the deepest part of a gold-roofed palace, which is the Heavenly Master Pavilion.

The guards outside the Heavenly Master Pavilion were stricter than those in the East Palace. He Jingying took off Sui Lian's clothes and hid them in the corner behind the stone niche. Under the maid's clothes was a nocturnal black dress, and He Jingying's figure jumped onto the wall of the Heavenly Master Pavilion as soon as she was light.

"Who?" I could only hear the angry shouts of the guards from two feet away. He Jingying had already jumped into the wall lightly and skillfully, hidden in the bushes below the wall of the Heavenly Master Pavilion.

Compared to the East Palace, there were many more guards in the Heavenly Master Pavilion. Is it true that the things guarded here are more important than the life of the grandson?

He Jingying gently walked out of the bushes and walked forward lightly. In addition to the sleeping hall of the ghost-faced Langjun, the Heavenly Master Pavilion also has a special Dan room for alchemy. The Dan room enshrines the Antarctic Immortal Emperor.

All emperors who have reached the age of age, no matter how powerful they were when they were young, are afraid of death when they are old. Even if Emperor Wu fought on the battlefield with the former emperor since he was a teenager, and pulled the former emperor from the dragon chair in the bloody and treacherous court, he couldn't escape the deep fear of the destiny of heaven in the year when he knew the mandate of heaven.

Therefore, even if Emperor Wu burned several palaces in the harem back then, the Heavenly Master Pavilion was not damaged at all.

Several generations of emperors have bowed to the Heavenly Master Pavilion, so that the Heavenly Master Pavilion has long been out of the ordinary. As soon as you step into the courtyard of the Heavenly Master Pavilion, purple smoke curls up, and the water vapor rising from the lake makes the Heavenly Master Pavilion feel like it is in the clouds.

The costumes of the maids and eunuchs in the Heavenly Master Pavilion were different from those of the other maids and eunuchs in the palace. The maid here is wearing a light pink placket waist support skirt, wearing a light blue emerald water thin smoke veil, the lotus step is lightly moved, and the light blue tulle is gently floating up and down with the pace, but it really has a three-point fairy posture.

However, if you look closely, you will find that although these maids have light steps, their feet are vathereal, and their faces are strangely pale, and there are two strange flushes on both sides of their cheeks.

He Jingying landed on the corridor like a ghost, and reached out and patted the necks of the two maids in front of her. The maid fell softly, and the tray in her hand was firmly held by He Jingying.

After about half a cup of tea, He Jingying had already changed into a light pink skirt with a waist-cinching skirt and a light blue emerald water thin smoke veil. I didn't have time to comb my bun, so I simply put down the green silk and loosely tied it in the back of my head.

He Jingying deliberately followed the example of a maid and put her steps very lightly. The road to the Danfang is very easy to find, just walk towards the golden-domed hall where purple smoke rises.

After the weeping flower gate, in front of the Danfang is a small square courtyard, the strange stones in the courtyard are craggy, and the stream winds out a Taiji Bagua formation along the strange stones. The closer you get to the Danfang, the thicker the purple smoke becomes.

A sneer appeared at the corner of He Jingying's mouth, and there was a familiar smell in this purple smoke. It is exactly the same as the taste of the Eternal Life Hall in Zhuyi. It seems that what is being refined in this pill room is not an immortal medicine.

Even if the ghost-faced Langjun took out the Immortal Jade Dew Pill from the Dan room, He Jingying would not feel the slightest strange. It's just that she is curious about what scared Xu Peirong out.

What is it that makes Xiao Zhaoye so nervous?

Xiao Zhaoye has too many secrets on him, and she chooses to turn a blind eye. In this life, she can't sit idly by. In this treacherous court, one will be crushed if she is not careful, and she is unwilling to put her life in the hands of others.

The scarlet glow of the copper stove in the Dan room dried the coolness and humidity of the March night.

He Jingying was peeking into the Dan room, and a ghost face opened the door of the Dan room and walked out. The two had just taken a face-to-face, and He Jingying was still not doing anything, but the ghost-faced Langjun was startled first.

When the ghost-faced Langjun saw He Jingying, the eyes hidden behind the ghost-faced gradually became fierce: "Why are you here?" ”

He Jingying pretended to panic, and the porcelain cup on the tray swayed and made a string of soft sounds. She snorted and said, "The slave is here to serve tea to the Heavenly Master." ”

The ghost-faced Lang Junhu said suspiciously: "Shouldn't it be sent to the dormitory?" How did you get it to the Dan room? ”

He Jingying buried her head low: "The slave maid went the wrong way." Let's go back. With that, He Jingying turned around and left. When he turned his voice, he looked obliquely into the Dan room, and suddenly his steps paused.

There was a man lying naked in the room, writhing painfully on the ground like a water snake, and the veins on his body seemed to burst out of his skin and wrap around that person like vines. There was also a broken porcelain bottle beside the man, and a blue pill rolled out. The blue pill was the same size as the Immortal Jade Dew Pill, crystal clear, and shining with a strange light under the firelight of the Dan Room.

Ghost-faced Langjun took a step and blocked He Jingying's sight: "Why don't you leave?" ”

He Jingying hurriedly turned her head and walked forward with the tray. I secretly wondered in my heart, could it be that Xu Peirong was stunned when she saw such a scene? That's too daring, isn't it?

He Jingying had just taken two steps when she heard the ghost-faced Lang Junsen's cold voice behind her: "Wait." ”

He Jingying paused.

The breath of the ghost-faced Langjun blew on the back of He Jingying's neck: "Don't you feel anything?" ”

He Jingying's back tensed involuntarily, and she quickly thought about what the ghost-faced Langjun meant.

Don't you feel anything?

What should it be like?

He Jingying thought of those vain maids under her feet, and there were two strange flushes on her unusually pale cheeks. Could it be that all these palace maids have taken medicine?

But no, even after taking the medicine, she was confident that her steps had been imitated very similarly. Coupled with the faint light in the middle of the night, Ghostface Langjun shouldn't notice his face.

So what else?

In a hurry, she suddenly remembered that after passing the Weeping Flower Gate, she had never seen a palace maid again, combined with the purple smoke circling in the courtyard, He Jingying suddenly realized that she had made a big mistake.

There are no palace maids here in the Danfang. Even when Xu Peirong broke in that day, the palace maid did not follow Xu Peirong through the hanging flower gate, I am afraid that it is not that the ghost-faced Langjun has a strange temper, but that there is something wrong with this purple smoke.

But He Jingying has a white divine bead in her body, and these poisons have no effect on her at all.

When he thought of this, the ghost-faced Langjun's hand had already put on He Jingying's shoulder.

He Jingying sighed in her heart, it seems that she can't go back easily tonight.

The next moment, He Jingying's hands fell to the ground as soon as she let go of the tray.

Ghost-faced Langjun was startled by the sound of the tray falling to the ground, and then his wrist tightened and the whole person flew up in the air, and then smashed heavily on the ground, and his wrist was removed with a "click".

The corners of He Jingying's mouth hooked up a smile, this was what Xiao Lian taught her, she practiced for a long time and didn't use it, and finally put her hand on her shoulder.

The ghost-faced Langjun was in pain, and watched He Jingying step over him, and jumped outside the Danfang with a few ups and downs. Ghost-faced Langjun couldn't believe that someone could inhale purple smoke without hallucinating and still be so neat. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been so careless just now, letting He Jingying fall over her shoulder.

Xu Peirong came to the Danfang that day, and he was helping the medicine man who tested the medicine to disperse the poison. After Xu Peirong inhaled the purple smoke, she didn't know what she saw the scene in the Dan room, and she fainted after screaming.

That's the normal reaction of a normal person after inhaling purple smoke.

And today this man ......

Ghost-faced Langjun shouted, "Someone! There are assassins! ”

In the Dan room, except for him and the medicine tester, neither the palace maid nor the guards dared to come in. But outside the door of this hanging flower is a different world.

As soon as He Jingying ran to the hanging flower door outside the Dan room, she saw a few figures flashing by, He Jingying's pupils shrank suddenly, these people were all wearing dark clothes, and under the dark clothes, there was also a flash of soft armor, these are only loyal to the emperor and protect the emperor's secret guards! If it weren't for the emperor's distress, these secret guards would not have come out easily, but now these secret guards are guarding this small Dan room.

He Jingying turned to one side, hid in the weeping flower door, took out a face towel from her arms and put it on. Sure enough, the dark guard heard the ghost-faced Langjun's shout, but he didn't dare to enter the weeping flower gate.

He Jingying had an idea, and simply turned back to the Danfang.

Ghost-faced Langjun was rubbing his wrist, thinking that after a cup of tea, it would be almost time for the dark guard to clean up the assassin and go out when the time came. In this way, it is in line with his immortal posture. Just as he was thinking about it, the door of the Danfang was kicked open with a "bang".

The ghost-faced Langjun was startled, only to find that the palace maid just now had turned back again. Ghost-faced Langjun wanted to run after two flutters, but before he could run far, he was grabbed by the collar.

The ghost-faced Langjun was speechless, his height was considered tall among men, but now he was carried by a petite palace maid, and as soon as he wanted to resist, he was put on his neck by a cool blade.

In fact, it's no wonder that Ghost Face Lang Jun is too weak, he stood out from the crowd of ghost faces back then by relying on pharmaceutical skills. If you talk about martial arts alone, he is already a dried corpse on the iron bed in the cellar of Zhuyi.

He Jingying said coldly: "I'm bothering you to send me out." ”

After that, He Jingying carried the grimace Langjun in one hand, and picked up a porcelain bottle from the ground with the other, which contained the blue crystal pill. He Jingying smiled coldly, and the porcelain vase shook in front of the ghost-faced Langjun: "Immortal pill? ”

Ghost-faced Langjun swallowed his saliva: "This hasn't been refined yet, it's poisonous, girl, you...... Huh! ”

He Jingying was about to pour the pill into Ghost Face Lang Jun's mouth, but Ghost Face Lang Jun was so stunned that he almost sent the major artery in his neck to He Jingying's blade and wiped it.

He Jingying sneered and kicked into her arms, she didn't bring the hidden weapon she had in hand, this was just right.

The ghost-faced Langjun was forced to walk towards the weeping flower gate, if the woman behind him was not more like a cow, then it was really inviolable, and this purple smoke had no way to take her. But besides, this man still has a bottle of poisonous medicine in his arms. Poisons are all life-threatening, and his medicine is worse than death.

He Jingying pressed the blade in her hand down, and also felt that the ghost-faced Langjun kung fu she held hostage was not a little worse than the previous one. In a trance, I felt that the appearance of the cowardly bag was still a little familiar.

Ghost-faced Langjun spoke again: "Why don't we make a deal?" If you have not seen me today, I should have not seen you today. How is it? ”

In the midst of lightning, He Jingying suddenly remembered where she had heard a sentence. She was almost killed by the emperor that day, after she and Pulsatilla escaped from the palace, she went to the mass grave to dig up Xiao Zixiang's body, and it was this person who met on the mass grave! At that time, this ghost-faced Langjun was also going to find Xiao Zixiang's corpse, the purpose was to help Sang Pei.

Later, she went to Lu Liang to look for Ghost Lan, and the time passed too long, and she herself forgot about meeting this ghost-faced Langjun in the mass grave.

Obtained Fusang Pei in the prison of the Criminal Department, stepped into the ghost domain in the panic manger, and Xiao Daoci's conspiracy in Zhuyi. In these things, there is the shadow of a ghost-faced man.

At this time, He Jingying was shocked to realize that there were still unsolved mysteries in those things that she thought had ended.

He Jingying sneered, it seems that the confused account with the ghost-faced Langjun can't be calculated.

He Jingying remembered that on the mass grave, this ghost-faced gentleman once recognized his identity. Whether she recognized her because of the Fusang Pei in her hand, or something else, I am afraid that this person will not be able to stay.

After thinking about it, He Jingying's hand holding the blade approached the neck of the ghost-faced Langjun a little closer.

The killing intent suddenly spread from the blade to the neck of Ghost-faced Langjun, and through the pores between his neck, it spread to Ghost-faced Langjun's limbs, so frightened that he almost peed his pants.

Ghost-faced Langjun suddenly panicked: "You can't kill me!" If you kill me, neither the emperor nor the emperor's grandson will survive! ”

He Jingying held the knife in her hand: "Who are you talking about?" ”

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