Empress.

Why.

Zhu Luan sat on the chair in a daze.

Her appearance was so quiet that it was hard for anyone to tell how much shock she had just received.

Except for herself, and the man in front of her.

Empress......

Why......

Wrong.

After the critical blow like a lightning strike, endless questions suddenly rose in Zhu Luan's heart!

She is no longer the princess of Yingluan back then, what Song Huaizhu said just now is indeed very impactful, if it is true, it will even subvert all Zhu Luan's conjectures so far, but as long as she scrutinizes carefully, she can't believe and doesn't want to believe all this.

Among other things, she came from modern times and knew very well that handwriting could be forged.

Her handwriting back then was very similar to that of the Queen of Heaven, and she deliberately wrote it differently from the mother so as not to cause unnecessary trouble.

Although she tried her best to avoid leaving handwriting and ink treasures, as a royal family, there is always a place where inscriptions are needed, and even more so the queen of heaven, after all, that person still has to criticize and fold, and it is not impossible for someone to deliberately learn to imitate.

"Are you really sure it's the handwriting of His Majesty?" Zhu Luan stared at Song Huaizhu's eyes tightly.

Her voice was cold, "His Royal Highness Xue Zhai should have been very young back then, why is he familiar with the handwriting of His Majesty Da Zhou?" ”

The person who is really familiar with him should be his father.

Zhu Luan said in his heart.

"This is the secret between the Xiliang royal family and the Great Zhou royal family," Song Huaizhu said quietly, "Outsiders are not enough, but they are ......."

His gaze was firm, "I believe in Xuezhai. ”

It is indeed the handwriting of the first emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the empress who has no ancients before or after on this road.

Some things are really unclear, maybe it's because of the bloodline of the Great Zhou royal family, maybe it's because he has been reading the letters sent to him by Princess Yingluan for many years, maybe it's because Princess Yingluan's words have the same vein as that His Majesty to form a spirit, in short, looking at that scroll, he just knows.

Although the paper was worn and mottled for some reason, the words on it were not imitations, but handwriting by His Majesty.

And now he can only push everything onto his junior brother, so that the girl in front of him can't refute.

Unless she admits that she is the Great Zhou royal family, she has a close relationship with the queen of heaven and is more familiar with her handwriting.

This is obviously impossible.

Zhu Luan looked at the determined man in front of him for a moment, and closed his eyes, "You believe that your junior brother is understandable, but where is that secret art now?" ”

She knew that Song Huaizhu was hiding something from her, but the certainty in his eyes couldn't deceive people, and Zhu Luan didn't think that this person would be stupid enough to easily believe something that was not worth believing.

If Song Huaizhu really thought that the secret technique was written by the Queen of Heaven, it was not difficult for him to guess why he believed Zhu Luan.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the mother who lost her beloved child is still a great master known as a demigod through the heavens, and it is understandable to seek a way to resurrect her child. This is human nature.

But unless he saw the handwritten secret art with his own eyes, Zhu Luan would never believe that his mother would actually try to resurrect him.

There is even a speculation that makes her tremble, that is, Niangniang's death is related to her rebirth.

No, don't do that.

"That secret technique should still be in the Xiliang Sword Pavilion." Song Huaizhu looked at Zhu Luan and said, "The Xiliang Sword Pavilion Library has a formation above the grandmaster level, and you can't take anything out of the building. ”

Of course, if you want to put something in, you have to go through a strict review.

So everything went back to the way it came.

Everything is back to the Xiliang Sword Pavilion.

There is one more truth she wants to pursue, and she even enters her life again to find the ultimate goal of the truth of her mother's collapse.

Can you only go to Xiliang Sword Pavilion to find it? Zhu Luan exhaled and stood up.

Song Huaizhu stared at the girl in front of him, watching her eyes change from a brief swaying to becoming more determined.

More determined than before.

She's changing, too.

Zhu Luan clenched the hilt of the sword at his waist.

After becoming a national scholar, she was going to Xiliang Sword Pavilion.

Go to the one she's never been to, her teacher.

And before going to Xiliang Sword Pavilion, she had to reach Xiliang, and to reach Xiliang, she had to cross the ghost road.

Complete this escort mission alive.

That's her way.

"You seem to have made your decision." Song Huaizhu stood up with her, Zhu Luan nodded, turned his head sideways to look at him and wanted to answer, but he was slightly stunned.

She saw a familiar emotion in the eyes of this man who had never seemed to know each other.

There are real worries, helplessness and accommodation, and even ......

But that emotion flashed, and Song Huaizhu once again recovered the coldness that seemed bottomless but was actually thousands of miles away.

Could she have read it wrong, how could that ice cube have that kind of thought about her?

After all, he is a Zen son of Fanyin Temple.

Zhu Luan shook his head in his heart to retract his emotions, and smiled at him, "Let's go." ”

They left the gazebo at the same time.

The empty stone table watched the backs of the departing teenagers and girls.

They used to stay.

Eventually, they will leave.

They're about to hit the road again.

……

……

"Slow to die!"

Standing outside the gate of Shendu Corner in the hot afternoon sun, Su Qing complained loudly.

"Father, let's go, that woman must be too scared to come out at home!"

Listening to Su Qing's shrill voice, Mo Han, who was standing on the side with the horse, frowned, "Senior sister, don't be impatient." ”

"Let me be at ease?" Su Qing raised her eyebrows when she heard this, and she was about to scream, but the next moment her eyes swept to Song Huaizhu, who was talking to the monk Xuezhai not far away, and lowered it slightly.

"It's almost time to leave, just send that woman, can't you say?" She glanced at Ruan Qing, who was staring at her coldly next to her, and sneered.

"Only those who have been blinded by lard believe that the so-called national soldier dares to come!"

"You ......" Ruan Qingyi grabbed the hilt of the sword of Chu Xue on Mo Han's waist, and was shocked that Mo Han was in a cold sweat, "Senior sister, ......"

When did his junior sister become so impulsive?

"What am I? Which of my words was wrong? Looking at the disciples of the Xiliang Sword Pavilion who also began to whisper and the Great Zhou Jinshi who were glaring at her angrily, Su Qing was even more proud.

"That's a despicable, shameless, cowardly, and famous-selling woman," Seeing Song Huaizhu frowning, Su Qing said more and more energetically, "For the sake of being a fellow disciple of the Sword Pavilion, I will advise you, that woman is good at superficial skills, and you have also been deceived by her." ”

Su Qing waved her hand, "I know you want to refute me, but why haven't you come until now?" ”

Duan Lizheng and Song Huaizhu, who were in the distance, heard this, but they were angry in their hearts, but they had nowhere to attack.

Because Zhu Luan did not appear.

Because the situation in Xiliang was urgent, according to the arrangement, the group that escorted the second prince of Xiliang back to the dynasty embarked on a journey this afternoon.

For the sake of safety and the secrecy of his whereabouts, although the trip was very important, Da Zhou did not send someone to see him off, but only notified the time and place of departure of the participants and registered participants, and everyone formed a team and prepared to set off quietly from the corner gate.

Everyone arrived almost early, but Zhu Luan hadn't appeared yet.

Song Huaizhu and Zhu Luan left the British Mansion at the same time, but then the girl said that she would go somewhere before leaving, and the two separated. It was still morning, and he didn't think much about it, but he didn't expect that she hadn't shown up at this hour.

Su Qing's complaint was justified, and the surrounding Sword Pavilion disciples also became gossip when they heard the rumors.

"I know that little girl is unreliable......"

"I guess I've never been far away, and now I'm either pretending to be sick at home or crying......"

"It's still Senior Sister Qing's general ......"

"Master, let's go straight away......"

"Yes, father, just send a letter to the Great Zhou Emperor later, saying that the woman will escape from the battle," under the flattery of the disciples of the Sword Pavilion, Su Qing felt that the time was ripe, raised his head and shouted at the Xiliang Sword Saint, "Don't worry about that useless woman, let's set off quickly and ......"

Let's go......

Su Qing suddenly found her father raise his head.

It wasn't because of her words that she raised her head, but fixed on the hidden corner door.

Don't......

The next moment, the few screams of the people who were extremely frightened broke down the door.

Wait a minute...... There weren't many people here, and they didn't scream when they passed...... This is......

With a squeak, a young man with an unfamiliar face pushed open the corner door.

The young man was dressed in green clothes and carrying a suitcase, and he looked unremarkable, not even holding a horse.

This disappointed the originally stunned people and was about to continue to laugh.

"I'm scared to death...... What's that...... Who to scare ......"

A disciple's loud laughter was stuck in his throat.

Everyone's eyes widened, and the timid disciple's knees went limp.

Because it's at this time.

A slender girl's figure suddenly flashed out from behind the young man, and she didn't lead the horse.

However her hands.

Leading a tiger.