"Mo Lian is unconscious now, maybe it will be a good opportunity for me." Huang Beiyue nodded heavily, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.

A gust of wind blew, and a few of the withered yellow leaves that should have fallen to the ground on the trellis fell and fell into the snowdrift.

He whispered to himself, "The wind is safe tonight, so why bother going against the wind?" ”

The place Meng Qitian said was a side hall where the Holy Monarch lived after the Temple of Light, and almost no one dared to go there, Meng Qitian grew up in the Hall of Glory since he was a child, and he had never been to that place.

When they saw the Holy Monarch, they were all separated by a curtain, and what the Holy Monarch looked like behind the curtain, they never knew, and every time after seeing them, no one knew where the Holy Monarch went.

To go to the side hall at the back, it is not possible to bypass the Temple of Light, you must enter from the inside.

The Holy Monarch is a master of the enchantment, and he knows that the Glorious Hall is so hidden by him.

Huang Beiyue walked outside the Temple of Light, and the Holy Monarch and Mo Lian didn't know if they were still inside.

She quietly pushed the door open a crack, and through the crack, through the countless dazzling lights, she saw that there was a calm inside, and the Holy Monarch and Mo Lian were nowhere to be seen.

It's just right to be gone!

Huang Beiyue immediately flashed in, walked briskly past the brilliant candlelight, and came to the place where a curtain was hung, she reached out and lifted the curtain, and there was only a large golden chaise longue with a huge pearl light next to the chair, and beyond that, there was only a small table with steaming teacups.

Since no one came in here, who brought in this cup of hot tea?

She fumbled around in this small place, looking for a trap or a switch to an enchantment.

When his hand touched the pearl, the light dimmed, and suddenly the space behind the recliner shook slightly, the corners of Huang Beiyue's mouth bent slightly, and he raised his hand to add a layer of ice to the pearl to block the light, and then quickly dodged in from behind the recliner.

In an instant, I came to a room with a simple layout and a rich collection of books, there were many wooden shelves around the room, on which many common medicinal materials were placed, this room had no windows, and there was a lot of space, looking at this arrangement, it should be a pharmacy.

Sure enough, when I walked forward, I saw a large black medicine refining furnace, and behind the medicine furnace, there was a medicine tripod that she was very familiar with—the Pure Lotus Flame Flame Ding that she and Feng Lianyi fought for in the Anguo Mansion back then!

She didn't have to guess anymore to know what this place was.

Quietly going out of the alchemy, the courtyard outside was full of snow, and before she had time to sweep it, there was a row of deep footprints on the snow, and she walked over with the footprints that were obviously larger than her feet, and followed the traces to a quiet courtyard.

Alchemists generally like to be quiet, and Song Mi is naturally no exception, the Xiaoyao Palace, built on the outskirts of the city, although the scale is very large, but the servants are scarce, and it is very quiet.

Song Mi has traveled all over the world and rarely comes back, plus he has not married a wife yet, and only has a few confidants outside, so the palace is even more lonely all year round, and only a few old servants are taking care of it.

Without a tight defense, for Huang Beiyue, it is like entering a no-man's land, and there is no challenge at all.

She followed the footsteps in the courtyard to the outside of the lighted room, and squatted in the corner, because the other party was a saint who was good at enchantment, so she didn't dare to get too close, and carefully put her ears close to the wall.