Xue Wen on the side also muttered in a low voice: "King Xi should really tear down his National Teacher's Mansion, maybe he can't help but show up." ”

Before he finished speaking, he heard a laughing arrogant voice suddenly sound in the void: "There is an ancient precept: Don't talk about right and wrong behind your back, you two curse me like this, but it is against the way of a gentleman."

With this chuckle, there was an extremely mysterious sound in the night rain

Ding Ling Ling ...... It is like a bell shaking softly, and it is like a cold spring falling on the rocks, crisp and crisp into the ears.

Between the half-open window lattices, a white paper crane flew in, painted in blue ink for the eyes, and the strange golden light was the cover, but it was not rained at all.

The white paper crane slowly flew into the dormitory, its posture was elegant like a fairy bird, and after everyone exclaimed, they all raised their heads and stared at it intently.

Xue Wen was very close to it, reaching out to grab it, the paper crane raised its wings slightly disdainfully, and slid smoothly through his fingertips, that lonely and arrogant appearance, like someone, it was really hateful

Xue Wen cursed in his heart, but he also understood that this was the projection of the divine thoughts on the paper crane, and it was useless to find it to be angry.

He raised his head, looked at the paper crane flying over everyone's heads, and said with a smile: "National Teacher, your old man is really a dragon who can't see the head but not the end, we all hope that you want to see it."

"Hah...... Do you want to wear it, why don't I look like it? ”

The voice of the prince was full of sarcasm, and he laughed and said: "Look at the little eyes of your left minister, you really want to pierce my heart with an arrow and nail me to the wall." ”

Xue Wen hurriedly smiled and said: "Prime Minister Zuo is just worried about the emperor, so he is worried. ”

Zuo Xiang snorted coldly, his face was already black, and he couldn't be darker, but he still held his temper and asked in a deep voice: "Long live is critically ill, what is the strategy of the national teacher?" ”

"So...... It's not a disease, it's just a trivial matter. ”

The young man laughed loudly, but the murderous anger in Zuo Xiang's eyes was full of murder: It's just a trivial matter, but you said it easily.

Xue Wen on the side saw a cold sweat, but he had to play a round and said: "The national teacher's magic is mysterious, naturally it is a trivial matter, as long as you show up in time to save you, you will definitely be able to rejuvenate yourself." ”

The boy was still smiling easily, but the words he said made everyone angry-

"I don't have time to distract myself from what I have at hand, so you can wait a few more days"

Wait a few more days

When Xue Wen heard this, his forehead was bruised, and his heart was full of fire, he took a deep breath and asked with a reluctant smile: "Then when will it be?" ”

The white crane leisurely leaned out of a long leg, although it was folded paper, but it also had a charm of the fairy wind, only to see a flash of golden light, the paper body exposed a dense fly-headed small Kai, beautiful and elegant, crazy and clear. Xue Wen's eyes widened, and he stepped forward to take a closer look, and it turned out to be four famous poems-

Jun asked that the return date was not scheduled, and the night rain in Bashan rose in the autumn pool.

He cut the candles in the west window together, but when it rained at night in Bashan

This...... What kind of answer is this

This uncertain guy is playing tricks

Xue Wen was already angry, and the next moment, he felt a silence behind him, and then he realized that he actually read the poem out loud

There was a suffocating sense of oppression behind him, and he only heard Zuo Xiang laugh in a low voice: "Jun asked if there is a return date?" ”

He laughed angrily, and his voice was unusually eerie.

It's broken, Zuo Xiang was completely mad

Xue Wen swallowed his saliva and didn't dare to look back, only feeling the awe-inspiring chill emanating from Zuo Xiang's body-

Step by step, Zuo Xiang approached his side, raised his head, and looked at the white crane with deep eyes.

He stretched out his hand in the direction where the white crane had stayed.

The night breeze was raging, the dusky pages were blown up, and the rain curtain outside the window was like a note, only this white paper crane, with a pale gold halo around it, like a heavenly fairy, stayed in mid-air steadily.

Zuo Xiang's hand gradually approached it, and in the next moment, he showed his wrist caged in his sleeve - a black gold bracer appeared in front of everyone.

The golden light around the white crane, the moment it touched the bracer, it was like the snow meeting the scorching sun, and it suddenly dissolved into invisibility, and the white crane stumbled for a moment, and then lost all its mysterious power and fell from mid-air.

The palm of the left phase caught it steadily, took it to the front of his eyes and glanced at it slightly, and then, with a slight force in the palm, the confetti fell like snow.

At this moment, everyone was stunned, and no one dared to say a word.

Xue Wen watched all this quietly, he was the only one among all who did not show surprise.

"After more than half a year of hard work, there is finally a result......

He said secretly in his heart.

The candlelight flickered, and in the deep hall where light and darkness were intertwined, Zuo Xiang's voice was calm and indifferent, but it made people's hearts rise boundless horror-

"The power of the sorcerer is unpredictable, and it is indeed amazing, but all things are born between heaven and earth, and there must be a law and a break—as long as we have this kind of 'mystical gold', we don't need to be afraid of the sorcerer at all."

As he spoke, Xue Wen looked at the two bronze tripods lined up beside the vermilion pillars outside the main entrance—the new gilded luster, which was watered by the rain, revealing a cold and illusory darkness.

It has passed the third watch, but the sky is still raining, and the uproar can't help but say, splashing all over the heavenly street.

Yu Zhi and Ning Fei and his party protected Tang Wang's wife and the little prince, and Heng Gongzi supported Danjia and was sneaking quietly on the street corner.

On Chengtian Street, near the city gate, there were still dense black shadows walking back and forth, and the armor on his body and the weapons in his hands were shining with cold light.

These people are the main force in this turmoil. They have bad intentions on their bodies, and they even have the fatigue of a long journey, but the awe-inspiring killing intent on their bodies shows their elite strength.

"These are the Queen Mother's people?"

Dan Jia frowned with a suspicious look, although she is a weak woman, but she is quite proficient in the political situation, although the queen mother has the private soldiers of the Wang and Gu families, but after all, it is only a civilian training arm, although the number is large, there are not many elites.

Yu Weaving's eyes flashed, and he said in a low voice: "No, these are the military connections that the Ji family has accumulated for a long time. ”

"Ji's?"

Heng Gongzi's heart sank, "Due to the civil strife in the Ji family, the descendants have long been scattered everywhere, who has such great ability to gather them under his command?" ”

Yu nephew Zhu's lips moved slightly, but he said: "This place is dangerous, it is inconvenient to say more, when we arrive at the temporary resting place of Qingyun Zhai, let the senior sister talk to you in detail." ”

The senior sister in her mouth is the master of Qingyun Zhai, Ming Yaohua.

Several people had no objections, and they were about to leave again, but they heard Ning Fei suddenly speak: "Eldest Princess Danjia, I only learned a few days ago that it turned out to be ...... In Xiao Li's mouth, the eldest sister who is ruthless and forced her sister to kill her sister is you. “

The rain roared, and in the monotonous sound of not big or small, his voice was not loud, but it was extremely clear into everyone's minds.

"Y-What did you say?" ”

Danjia's face turned white in an instant, and the whole person almost fell into the puddle due to a slip under his feet.

(Ah, I wrote it too quickly and made a low-level mistake, the master of Qingyun Zhai is Ming Yaohua, and it is hereby corrected)