"This chick ......" Xuanyin looked at the bird very seriously, and said seriously, "It's very beautiful." ”

"yes!" Zhao Xiangling touched the feathers and held down the rooster Ruiqing's body that wanted to jump out, "But it's always not very well-behaved and likes to jump around, otherwise you can think of a way for me to stop it from running around?" ”

"Xuan ......"

Before Xuanyin could speak, a rooster pounced on him. The iron cage on its mouth was opened at some point, and there was even an iron hook under its mouth!

Xuanyin saw clearly that this was a fighting!

Watching the rooster Ruiqing pounce on, Zhao Xiangling had a smile on his face, and his tone was slightly apologetic: "Oh no, I didn't catch it." ”

The iron hook hooked on Xuanyin's hand, and when he pounced, he immediately had a bloody wound.

Zhao Xiangling saw it, stood on the cushion that she was sitting on, and shouted: "God, how can this be, celadon, why don't you hurry up and ask someone to catch it?" ”

Celadon said in a calm voice: "Qingyun." ”

Qingyun raised his head and saw Zhao Xiangling shaking his head lightly in the high place. She realized, put the sword at her waist into Qinghua's hand, jumped in front of Xuanyin, and reached out to catch the chicken.

The rooster Ruiqing dodged nimbly, and wanted to jump on Xuanyin's legs, but the latter moved a step lightly to avoid its attack, and Qingyun's hand also arrived.

Clamping the two wings, Qingyun strode up to Zhao Xiangling and bowed, "Your Majesty." ”

Zhao Xiangling patted his chest and jumped off the mat: "But I'm scared to death, Xuanyin, have you been injured?" ”

Xuanyin covered his hand, still dripping blood, and it seemed that the wound was not shallow: "It's okay, Your Majesty." ”

"It's in the way, it's in the way." Zhao Xiangling took two steps forward, as if he was bluffed, "What a long wound, so much blood!" ”

"Someone, go and ask for a doctor!"

"Thank you very much...... then"

Before Xuanyin's Xie finished speaking, he heard Zhao Xiangling say again: "Look at my memory, I actually forgot that Xuanyin is a descendant of the medical saint, and the medicinal powder on his body is naturally better than that of the imperial doctor in my palace." ”

"Celadon, come back, you don't have to call the doctor!"

Zhao Xiangling smiled, but sneered in his heart. One or two, you dare to lie to yourself regardless of your identity! Tilting her head, she looked at a tree to the side and knew that there was a man hiding up there.

On the other end, Celadon hadn't taken two steps, and when he heard Zhao Xiangling asking her to come back, he really stood back and didn't move.

Xuanyin looked at her, and just as she wanted to speak, Zhao Xiangling raised her eyes and looked at him with a sparkling eye: "I haven't seen the medicine powder of the medical saint yet, Xuanyin, are you going to take the medicine quickly?" ”

Originally, he wanted to refuse, but Xuanyin saw that Zhao Xiangling had no intention of leaving, and seemed to have hidden expectations, knowing that he couldn't hide anymore, so he simply took out a blue and white medicine bottle from his waist and poured the medicine powder on the wound.

When the medicine arrives, the blood stops, and the fruit has a miraculous effect.

Zhao Xiangling exclaimed: "Sure enough, the magic medicine is also, Xuanyin, I didn't mistake you." ”

As she said that, her eyes were fixed on the bottle. How could Xuanyin not know what she meant, hesitated, and handed the medicine bottle to Zhao Xiangling: "Your Majesty, if you want it, just take it." ”

Zhao Xiangling took it: "This medicine? Wouldn't it be rare? ”

Xuanyin's eyes flashed slightly: "No, there are still a lot of grass people." ”

Zhao Xiangling took the medicine bottle and smiled: "Really? Then next time I have an injury, I won't be polite to you with Xuanyin. ”

"Okay." Xuanyin's gaze swept over the medicine bottle and looked away from afar.

The goal was achieved, Zhao Xiangling felt that this play was enough, took a step forward, raised his hand and pressed Xuanyin's shoulder. She flipped her hand, and an inch-long dagger rolled out of her sleeve.

Under the moonlight, the dagger was bright, and the killing machine was rising. At the same time, the man in the shadows finally couldn't hide anymore and leaped towards him.

A stick of incense before.

Sycamore Palace.

Li Ruiqing sat alone in the room, walked back to the desk, and saw a stack of folds resting on it.

He remembered that Zhao Xiang had moved from the Zero Life Guy in the morning, and he had left it here without reading it.

Sighing softly, Li Ruiqing sorted out the fold and walked out of the house with his arms, wanting to ask someone to send the fold back to Zhao Xiangling.

Unexpectedly, the wind sounded faintly, with a faint medicinal aroma, which was the most familiar signal.

Twisting his eyebrows, Li Ruiqing said in a deep voice: "Come out." ”

In the darkness, a person swam out of the ink, stood in front of Li Ruiqing, and said respectfully: "Master." ”

He held the wheat yellow letterhead in both hands and respectfully handed it to Li Ruiqing. Li Ruiqing stretched out his hand to take it, tore off the fire paint, unfolded the letter and scanned it.

The more he looked, the tighter his eyebrows tightened. After folding the letterhead and throwing it into the hands of the messenger, Li Ruiqing said: "You are waiting here, and you are not allowed to move." ”

As soon as the words fell, the person disappeared first.

The messenger watched him go away and wailed in a low voice: "Master, this is the palace! If someone finds out as an assassin, will I move or not? ”

As if hearing his words, someone folded back and took the fold from his bosom.

"Well, I'll go myself." The man muttered in a low voice, not glancing at the messenger.

The messenger kept his gesture, thought for a moment, and decided that there should be nothing wrong with him, so he jumped on the roof and hid himself back on the tiles.

Li Ruiqing didn't go too far, and he saw Zhao Xiangling standing opposite Xuanyin in the Liufeng Pavilion.

He remembered the content of the letter, and wanted to go out directly, but remembering Zhao Xiangling's temperament, he still hid in a big locust tree next to the pavilion.

Who knows, Zhao Xiangling pointed at him from afar, and it happened to be bad and pointed at him.

Then, the crowd came this way.

Before the moment when Celadon ordered someone to lay down the cushion, Li Ruiqing once suspected that he had been discovered.

But now, it doesn't seem to be.

He stood on the tree, quietly watching Zhao Xiangling play Xuanyin, shaking his head and smiling slightly. For example, the chicken was clearly thrown by Zhao Xiangling. Just throw it away, she still wants to open her mouth cage and bluff him.

Another example is Qingyun, who can clearly catch the chicken directly, but he wants to try Xuanyin.

Li Ruiqing watched the play until the knife flashed, and he couldn't stand anymore.

The wind sounded, and the dagger in Zhao Xiangling's hand was brushed away, followed by another palm, slapping Xuanyin unconscious.

Qingyun saw that the comer was vigorous and just drew his sword and was about to move, but he was frozen in place, and Zhao Xiangling's voice followed: "Without my order, you all stand up for me!" Don't come! ”

The two figures were separated at the touch of a button, and they actually faced each other more than a dozen times in a moment, and they couldn't tell the winner. Zhao Xiangling took two steps back and stood still looking at the comer: "National teacher, you don't sleep at night, what are you doing here." ”

Li Ruiqing regained his momentum, but was still respectful: "Your Majesty, you can't kill him." ”

His expression was deferential, but the words he said were not polite at all.

Zhao Xiangling was tired of hearing his 'can't talk': "National teacher, please explain to me, why can't." ”