The main gate of the Yue Palace is engraved with nine dragon play beads, and the low-key and luxurious chariots stop in turn according to the official lineage. The master of ceremonies, the huge father-in-law, dressed in a navy blue robe, stood by the door, and waved his hand when he saw that the chariot stopped, and the middle-aged eunuch behind him immediately went over and knelt down and smashed the ground, leveled his back, and allowed the nobles to step on the car.

Wait for the nobleman's own personal maid to tidy up the skirt and corners of the master's skirt and clothes, and another young eunuch with a good appearance will lead it to the Sanqing Palace.

Today's Siyuan Festival, the Sanqing Temple set up an altar to pray for blessings and avoid disasters.

Ran Zijing got out of the car first, shook his head slightly, and signaled that the wind didn't have to sort out anything for him.

Mama Gui lifted the curtain, and Ran Zijing stretched out her hand.

This hand is white and slender, with distinct joints, and it does not resemble a hand holding a sword. Ran Ziyu smiled gracefully: "Big brother has a heart." He stretched out his hand, but avoided his hand, grabbed his wrist and got out of the chariot.

There was no sarcasm in his eyes. Isn't it ridiculous to use the trick of pretending to be chaste in the family? His mother had already told him everything that had happened over the years, including seducing the crown prince and the regent. In the draft, he won the first place with his demon charm, and won a pair of gold taels and South China Sea shark beads. He doesn't believe in any demon magic, but he believes in his second sister. The second sister never lies.

Ran Ziyu rejected his kindness, but there were some inexplicable deep emotions under his anger. He didn't understand what it was.

Mama Gui and Cai Wei arranged her hair, and the other lowered her body to caress the folds on her skirt.

Ran Ziyu glanced at the father-in-law who was stepping on his feet, thinking that the celebrant was also thoughtful, and chose such a father-in-law who was a little old but not too old. Step on it, smooth as a stone. Because the skin is still a little elastic, it is not hard to step on.

Mama Gu lifted the curtain, and Ran Ziyu and Ran Zijing held one of Mrs. Si's hands and helped her out of the chariot.

Mrs. Si had a graceful and solemn smile on her face, and when Mama Gu quickly sorted it out, she went with her father-in-law. Along the way, Ran Ziyu had a light smile on his face, supporting the dignified Mrs. Si, and Ran Zijing beside him also had a faint smile on his serious face. In short, I have done enough to be filial to my mother and son.

The Sanqing Hall is much wider than the other palaces, with twisted and bizarre totems and characters painted on the beams and pillars, and dense oracle bone characters carved on the floor. A large round hole was opened in the center of the temple, and the canopy of gloom and gloom could be seen.

Many of the invited nobles have already arrived, and they are chatting in the hall at this moment. Seeing that the people from the Ran Guogong Mansion had arrived, they went up to say a few words.

Emperor Hui did not invite the Ranguo Mansion for three years, but this year he did, which is a sign of regaining his favor. It's time to say hello, especially the cold young man Ran Zijing beside the Duchess of Ran Guo.

"Mrs. Si hasn't seen you for a long time, how are you doing recently?" Yin Guo was fair, and glanced at Ran Zijing a few more times as he spoke.

Mrs. Si said slowly: "Lao Yin Guogong is worried, my Jing'er Ming'er has come back safely, this is really an eye-opener, I can't help but say it badly." ”

Mrs. Si is not a vegetarian, and replying to him is also a reminder that the Ran Guo Mansion can no longer be bullied by outsiders.

Yin Guogong smiled dryly, and turned his eyes to Ran Ziyu. "This fairy-like girl is the wife of the little general! The little general has not been returning for much time, he moves quickly, and his wife is married! I don't know if we say anything, we are scared today, and we should be punished! Penalties! ”

Hearing this, Ran Zijing looked stunned for a moment, but he didn't explain. Mrs. Si laughed lightly a few times before explaining: "Yin Guogong misunderstood, Jing'er is still unmarried. Ran Ziyu pulled over again, "This is my daughter, raised in the deep boudoir, I have never seen any big people, so you misunderstood." ”

Prime Minister Zhang Cheng came with his son-in-law Zhang Yecheng, "With such a good color, it deserves to be called 'the first beauty in Yecheng'." ”

"yes."

Everyone regarded Ran Ziyu as Ran Zixian. Mrs. Si has three daughters, and I heard that all of them are as beautiful as flowers. The eldest daughter, Ran Ziwen, entered the palace as a concubine, and gave birth to the seventh prince Xuanyuan Shuo. The third daughter, Ran Zixian, not only knows the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also has a good kung fu, and is a well-known beauty in Yecheng. As for the second daughter, she only knows that she is not in good health, thinking about the demeanor of her sisters and sisters, her appearance will not be bad.

Mrs. Si just smiled and did not deny it. Now that her most beautiful fairy has ruined her face, there is naturally no hope for the prince. However, the son of Prime Minister Zhang is also a talent, and he is worthy of her fairy. But he may not be able to look down on her fairy, so why not push the boat down the river to find a good future for her fairy. Ran Zijing was displeased, and wanted to explain something, but she stared back.

Ran Ziyu didn't seem to mind that they regarded her as Ran Zixian at all, so she only quietly looked at the people who came, and finally smiled and sighed lightly, lowered her head slightly, and walked away from Mrs. Si.

Mrs. Si only glanced at her, but did not say anything to save her. It's better for this little slut to stay away, lest she say something she shouldn't say.

Ran Zijing ignored Mrs. Si's eyes and followed behind Ran Ziyu quietly.

Ran Ziyu walked to the pillar supported by the hall, and carefully stroked the engraved totem on it, his eyes were full of amazement. Unfortunately, thousands of years later, they are no longer like this.

"Little Miss?"

Ran Ziyu followed the voice and looked over, and the person who came was Xiao Yi, the king of Xiaodongping County. I haven't seen him for a few years, and my eyebrows and eyes are becoming more and more handsome. Wearing this palace costume suppressed the previous casualness. She was blessed, "Yu'er has seen the little county king." ”

Looking at Ran Ziyu's obedient salute, he couldn't help but chuckle, "Little Miss is a lot gentler." "It's not like the last time I saw it in the Guogong Mansion, full of thorns and extremely stubborn looks. Seeing that one of her concubines was invited to the Sanqing Palace, it seemed that His Majesty and Aunt were very satisfied with her. Whether it's good or not, it obeys the will of the elder brother.

"Little Miss is coming to Sanqing Hall for the first time, I'll accompany you around." The Xuanyuan royal family went to the imperial mausoleum yesterday to worship their ancestors, and rushed back to the palace overnight for fear that there would be a while, so they wanted to take care of Ran Ziyu for Xuanyuan Cheng. Thinking that it was the crown princess in the future, she changed her name.

"There's a little king of Lao." She is not from this world, and it is better for someone to explain this kind of building with a heavy national style, so she gladly accepted it.

Ran Zijing, who was not far away, sneered coldly, and seduced the king of Xiaodongping County again, she was really a water-based poplar woman, and her mother was not wrong.

The two walked and chatted all the way, and before they knew it, they came to the altar in the heart of the temple.

A large circular depression is facing the sky above. The polished smooth edge is covered with a level of dark iron stone with the ground, and the altar is covered with a thick layer of loess, so that you can feel the delicacy of the loess without touching it, no less than the fat powder balm of the girls. Looking at the loess again, it is not flat, reflecting a zigzag texture.

Something seems to be moving in the soil.

Ran Ziyu took another step forward, very curious. But I saw a bright red snake letter poking out of the loess, and slowly thousands of gorgeous snakes pierced out of the loess, although they were twisted on the surface of the soil, they seemed to perform their own duties, and they wanted to draw something together.

"This altar was set up by the emperor twenty years ago at the invitation of the emperor to pray for blessings." Xiao Yi explained, seeing that Ran Ziyu had no fear on his face except for surprise, he was so frightened that he cried out when he saw this altar for the first time.

Looking at the thin snake with the twisting of this 'pot', Ran Ziyu felt that it was worth the trip. She didn't study history, so she didn't know about the era, but these customs were really scary and mysterious. Well... She loves mysterious things.

A pebble bounced far away, hitting her vest, and her body fell straight down uncontrollably.

"Little Miss!" Xiao Yi couldn't imagine how the person who was standing so well fell down.

Ran Zijing rushed over from a distance, reached out and grabbed a handful, the corner of Ayaluo's skirt slipped through his palm, and he opened his mouth, but the three words "Ran Ziyu" did not shout.

The hall fell silent, and everyone looked at the heart of the temple, watching the frost-white skirt disappear into the altar.

The snakes on the altar seemed to smell the breath of a living person, and they all raised their heads and spat out bright red and slender letters. Ran Ziyu felt deep despair from the bottom of his heart, as well as regret, regretting that he was not ruthless enough, so he was pushed into a desperate situation again and again. I regret that I am not strong enough to escape from the desperate situation.

She closed her eyes, ready to endure the sharp pain of ten thousand snake bites.

There were exclamations from everyone in his ears, but the expected pain did not come, but a cold and powerful hand was covered with his waist. The familiar fragrance hit, and then it was swept into an embrace.

Ran Ziyu opened her eyes and saw that she was hanging above the altar, and the mysterious man beside her was holding her waist. She glanced up at him, and the next second she was thrown out in disgust.

Xuanyuan flew over and caught her.

After all, there is no death!

Everyone was stunned, and after reacting for a while, the whole sleeves straightened their waists one by one, and solemnly knelt down and kowtowed, and said in a heavy voice, "See His Royal Highness the Regent!" His Royal Highness the Prince Regent Kim An! ”

Such as the cautious awe of the neighbor's great enemy, let alone the surrender to the god of the underworld. The neat salute was solemn and solemn, mixed with some obvious fear.

The man hanging from the altar was wearing a gilt and ruby silver crown, and the extremely long green silk hung behind him. The delicate facial features are magnificent and moving, especially a pair of dark eyes that are delicately outlined like a fine brush, and the tails of the eyes that fly obliquely are beautiful and bewitching. The pure black eyes shone with a strange light, rubbing the sinister taste. After looking at it for a long time, it seems that the soul has been attracted to the strange hell, and although it trembles, it still lingers, and would rather not be liberated in the next life.

His skin was a little unrealistic, and he lined his undyed red lips like a fox. Dressed in a brocade robe with heavy blue and dark purple trims, the breeze blows the corners of his clothes, he is the god of the underworld from hell, the unruly evil god who gets up from the blood of Lethe River and is not stained, and he is dressed in the most perfect and exquisite skin to play the world. Before the Nine Turns Soul Fan was opened, it overshadowed the entire hall.

"Get up." The faint voice was faint, and it was a very nice sound but it was extremely cold.

The ministers who bowed their heads and bowed were even more terrified.

“.... His Royal Highness the Prince Regent...."

The strong, calm voice trembled even more.

"Yu'er, are you okay?" Xuanyuan Cheng did not salute, he stared at Xuanyuan Cheng coldly, and only cared about the beauty in his arms.

"It's okay, it's okay." Ran Ziyu replied with a tearful smile.

Everyone got up, but saw the slender ghostly figure standing in front of the girl in the white dress of His Royal Highness the Prince. The man's fingers were slender and white, with distinct joints, and he was playing with the Nine Turns Soul Fan.

Ran Ziyu only felt that there was a powerful force that she couldn't refuse, and she lifted her body until she was half a foot above the ground. The body is shrouded in a layer of true qi that seems to be absent but cannot be ignored, as if isolating the outside world.

Xuanyuan Cheng wanted to pull her, but before his hand arrived, he was bounced away by that powerful true qi. Fortunately, his own skills are not bad, and he took a few steps back to stabilize his body, but the girl who was in his arms was taken away, frowned unconsciously, stared at Xuanyuan Hao in disgust, and held his hand tightly under the gorgeous clothes.

"This king remembers you." Xuanyuan Hao seemed to be a little dissatisfied with the composure on her face, and his charming gaze fell on her faintly, "Ran Ziyu, the youngest daughter of the Duke of Ran Guo, is it?" ”