After hearing the sound of ping-pong swords colliding with each other, King Heng and General Shen stopped, and the three of them formed a zigzag and stood opposite each other. "Haha...... The eleventh brother hasn't seen him for many years, but he has done a lot of martial arts. General Shen really had the heart to accompany his eleventh brother to practice martial arts before the wedding. ”

"I've seen King Heng." Shen Yu bowed to Nan Jingye.

"It's cool under the tree, why doesn't King Heng continue to admire the moon?" Nan Yiheng replied coldly.

Nan Jingye froze for a moment, and said with a smile, "I am not the only one who admires the moon, and besides, it is very boring if there is no beautiful woman to accompany me." ”

was mentioned by Nan Jingye, and Mo Ze also had to jump on the roof. was glared at by Nan Yiheng coldly, Mo Ze snorted: "Everyone is so Yaxing tonight, how about a drink." Before the words landed, Nan Yiheng had disappeared.

Mo Ze turned his head to look at Shen Yu, and Shen Yu smiled slightly: "Say goodbye first." After the words fell, there was no one, and only King Heng remained.

Nan Jingye bowed his hand and said, "I invited Miss Meixiang to dance tonight, but I can't miss it." Also gone. Mo Ze touched his nose, bored himself, and went to find Nan Yiheng.

"Are you sure you really want to marry Ruolan?" Mo Ze directly ignored his cold face and asked unwillingly.

"You can still snatch kisses." Nan Yiheng said coldly.

"I wanted to rob it, but did I rob it? Her heart is in you. Mo Ze said angrily.

"You can also overlord the bow."

"You ......" Mo Ze smashed his fist on the bookcase, denting a gap.

Nan Yiheng glanced at the notch, and said lightly: "The thousand-year-old Nanmu book case belongs to me."

As soon as he heard the thousand-year-old Nanmu bookcase, Mo Ze's angry face collapsed, and he began to regret it, but he finally won it from the little prince of Yan Yuguo, but he couldn't give it to him. Turning his head to see the colorful little fox in Nan Yiheng's arms, he had an idea:

"Slowly, Nan Yiheng, how about I exchange a message from Lankun Palace?"

"You're sure this news is valuable to me?"

"Absolutely. There is a secret room in the Lankun Palace, and it is said that Concubine Li once asked people to spend money to buy a group of eight or nine-year-old boys in the people, and secretly trained them to become cold-blooded and ruthless dark envoys, which are killers specially used for her. ”

"Boy?" Nan Yiheng raised his eyebrows and said.

"The news I got is accurate that it is a boy, the person you are looking for was only eight or nine years old back then, and when he was in the Xia Mansion, he was also called Ye Gongzi, maybe he was robbed by mistake by Concubine Li." Mo Ze took a sip of tea and moistened his throat and asked,

"If you get her out, how will you explain it?"

"She is the only person I will marry in this life."

"What about Ruolan? She is innocent. Mo Ze said unjustly for her.

"If you force me to marry, then no one will be innocent." Nan Yiheng said indifferently.

Mo Ze was silent for a while, and then asked for a while:

"When are you going to act?"

"Tomorrow night."

"Tomorrow night? It was candle night in your cave. Mo Ze plucked out his ears, thinking that he had misheard.

"Do you really want to have a candle night in the cave?"

"I don't want to." Mo Ze's eyes darkened, and his face was full of sadness.

"I'll go to Lankun Palace tomorrow night, I'll leave it to you here." Nan Yiheng threw another bomb, which exploded, causing Mo Ze to jump up from his chair in an instant.

"Uh...... You, you, you...... I...... I couldn't say anything ...... Mo Ze and "you" and "me" for a long time, Nan Yiheng's bombing blew him up, and he couldn't speak with excitement.

Nan Yiheng didn't care about him, and went straight to Lin Wei to discuss tomorrow night's secret operation.

It's still Lan Kun Palace

The wind is beautiful and the sun is shining

Xia Qingyu raised her head slightly and squinted her eyes, intoxicated in the beautiful feeling of being soaked in the slightly warm sun. Xia Qingyu hadn't seen the sun for a long time, she didn't know, and neither did the people or souls in the black hole. All she knew was that the beautiful golden sunlight shining on her now was real, and that the feeling of being reborn was so real and so dreamy.

"Ye Gongzi, the concubine asked the slave maid to pick you up, please come here." When I opened my eyes, it was a little palace maid in peach-pink clothes who spoke.

The palace maid led the way, and Xia Qingyu followed behind her.

Xia Qingyu couldn't wait to ask her, "What year is this year?"

The little palace maid replied: "Back to Ye Gongzi, this year is the 208th year of Tianhong in the Southern Dynasty"

"What day is it?"

"Back to Ye Gongzi, today is June 1st."

Xia Qingyu calculated, there were fifteen days left and it was exactly five years, and she couldn't help but smile.

The little maid took her to a room and left.

Xia Qingyu deliberately looked at whether the windows in the room were sealed, but not at this time. "Huh...... That's right, too. Xia Qingyu laughed self-deprecatingly, she still had the seven-star poison on her body, the pain of broken bones on the night of the full moon every month, the old witch naturally thought that she couldn't run.

When Xia Qingyu saw a palace maid who hung her head low so that people couldn't see her face, and was holding a plate of small sour fruits on the bookcase and preparing to retreat, she grabbed her hand: "Red sleeves, is it you?" Except for the red sleeves, no other palace maid will send her a little sour fruit.

Instead of answering, Redsleeves pushed her hand away and ran away in a panic, but accidentally fell to the ground. Xia Qingyu wanted to go over to help her, but she seemed to be extremely resistant to her approaching her, twisting her head to the other side and keeping her hand in the way to prevent her from approaching.

Xia Qingyu had to stop when she saw this, only to see her whole body curled up in a ball, holding her knees with her hands, her head on her knees, her black and shiny hair falling down like a waterfall, completely covering her entire face, her shoulders shaking violently, she was crying, and she was crying very sadly and helplessly.

Xia Qingyu walked over gently, squatted in front of her, saw that she was not crying so much, stretched out her hands and gently held her face and lifted it, gently helped her wipe away the tears on her face, and called her name softly: "Red sleeves, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you, you tell me what's wrong with you?" Red Sleeves stared at Xia Qingyu with tears in her eyes, as if she was distinguishing whether the person in front of her was real or fake, and after a while, the whole person threw herself into her arms and cried very sadly.

Xia Qingyu had no choice but to pat her on the back to soothe her, waiting for her emotions to calm down, and when she saw her so sad, she couldn't help but redden. Red Sleeves cried for a long time, until Xia Qingyu's chest and placket were wet, before he eased up.

Xia Qingyu saw that she finally raised her head from her arms, so she asked her softly, "Red sleeves, did they do something to you?"

The red sleeves only hung their heads and shed tears, and Xia Qingyu was anxious when she saw it. In the middle of the day, the red sleeves raised his trembling right hand, raised his face and opened his mouth, while pointing to the tongue that had been cut off by Qi in his mouth. Xia Qingyu was shocked, her heart ached, she couldn't help hugging the red sleeves, and she also shed tears: "I'm sorry the red sleeves, I hurt you."

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