The faint voice sounded suddenly in the dark night, obviously an extremely gentle voice, but for some reason, it was dyed with a bit of coldness, with a deep sense of exploration and judgment, and the majesty was unabashedly revealed.

Listening to this voice, Su Yunshu, Gong Linggui and Nan Shiyan couldn't help but glance at each other, and they all smiled slightly, their complexions remained unchanged, and a look of understanding crossed their eyes, with a faint and inexplicable emotion.

Mo Qing has been standing quietly on the side, his face is flat, calmly watching all this, his eyes are cold, and he is surging with deep emotions.

Sensing Gong Zhaohui's temptation, Nan Shiyan didn't seem to care, only smiled faintly, swept over his wide clothes, raised his hand slightly, and put the white jade fan in his hand into everyone's sight, the tassel of the pearl jade swayed slightly, making a clear sound.

"Rain fan, cloud flute."

The warm voice sounded, with a unique sense of peace of mind, gurgling through the hearts of everyone.

Nan Shiyan's eyebrows and eyes were like jade, with a warm smile, and he spoke slowly, with endless patience, with a look of memory on his face, with an obvious sense of softness.

"When the master was looking for elixir for his sister outside, he accidentally got a piece of extremely cold jade in the abyss, and brought it back to the master's door, and after the study of the master and the uncles, the master made it into a jade fan and a jade flute, and gave it to Yan and his sister."

"Because when these two spiritual weapons were baked, the heavens changed suddenly, the wind and clouds were surging, and the cold rain came unexpectedly, so the master named them, Su Yu Fan and Xiyun Flute."

"Arctic Jade"

Gong Zhaohui groaned secretly, a faint thought appeared in his heart, but his face was mild with a smile, with a sense of kindness unique to elders.

"It's no wonder that Gongzi always carries this jade fan with him, it turns out that he has such a good background."

"Your Majesty is serious."

Nan Shiyan shook his head with a smile, put down the hand holding the jade fan, and put it behind him, his wide clothes raised a cold breath.

"My sister has been damaged since she was a child and can't practice martial arts, but my sister is very naughty and often runs around playfully. The master didn't want to restrict the junior sister, but he was worried that he would not be able to take care of it sometimes, so he created these two spiritual weapons, so that Yan could feel the situation of the junior sister at any time, and if there was an accident, he could also rush to the junior sister's side as soon as possible. ”

"I see."

Gong Zhaohui nodded thoughtfully, as if he suddenly remembered something, and couldn't help but chuckle a few times and let out a sigh of emotion.

"It seems that Yan Gongzi's master is really very fond of the seven girls."

"That's true."

Nan Shiyan nodded, and then, as if he remembered something, the corners of his mouth rose slightly, the smile on his face deepened a lot, and his eyebrows and eyes were gentle.

"Not only the master, but the entire master, everyone, is very fond of the junior sister."

"As long as the junior sister pouts, everyone is like a great enemy, thinking about how to make the junior sister happy."

As he spoke, Nan Shiyan actually raised his hand and sleeves, lowered his head slightly, and laughed directly, with a bright smile on his face.

"I remember one time, there was a senior brother who wanted to play tricks on his junior sister, but as a result, he made his junior sister cry, in order to make his junior sister happy, that senior brother."

After a pause, Nan Shiyan chuckled a few more times before continuing to speak:

"That senior brother, but he even wore the woman's skirt, and danced in front of the junior sister for a while, and then coaxed the junior sister."

Hearing this, everyone present couldn't help but chuckle, but the smiles on their faces were different, with their own deep meanings.

Su Yunshu shook his head with a smile, his face was full of undisguised pampering, with obvious temperature.

As if remembering something, Su Yunshu looked at the smiling and gentle Nan Shiyan, and said softly: "Young Master Yan." ”

"Since this rain fan and the cloud flute are connected, can you find the location of Xiao Dye through the rain fan?"

Hearing this, Nan Shiyan's face sank slightly, the smile on his face narrowed a little, and he shook his head.

"I can't."

With a faint sigh, Nan Shiyan frowned and spoke slowly.

"It was originally possible, but, a few years ago, the junior sister was plotted, the situation was very critical, although it was protected by the cloud flute, but it was almost lost her life, when Yan and the master arrived, the junior sister was already dying."

"It was at that time that the Breath Cloud Flute was badly injured and could no longer determine the location of its master."

Hearing these words, Su Yunshu's face slowly sank again, and a complex emotion surged in his heart, bitterness mixed with deep self-blame, and obvious anger, drowning himself at an extremely fast speed until he couldn't breathe.

was plotted by someone, almost lost his life, and was dying.

on one’s last legs

The hands in the sleeves slowly tightened, the nails embedded in the palms, blurred with a faint blood, and the tingling sensation stimulated his nerves.

A few years ago, Xiao Ran should have been very young.

If it is an ordinary family in the imperial capital, a concubine of that age should stay in the boudoir, grow up carefree, and grow up peacefully under the wings of her father and brother, it shouldn't be so hard.

Su Yunshu could think that Su Yunran's weak body, in the past 14 years outside, had not lived very well, the extreme torture of the sick body, and the absence of relatives by his side, must have been very sad.

However, when he listened to Nan Shiyan's words, his heart suddenly seemed to be ruthlessly torn open, and the red blood was just gurgling and flowing, and the meridians all over his body were trembling violently, and there was extreme pain.

How seriously injured is it to make Yan Gongzi say the word "dying"?

His hands tightened and tightened, Su Yunshu breathed heavily, the tip of his nose was filled with bitterness, his eyes were slightly red, and he said in a deep voice: "Who is it?" ”

Xu was in this silence, the sudden voice was a little abrupt, and everyone's eyes suddenly focused on Su Yunshu, and even Nan Shiyan looked at Su Yunshu with a little doubt, and was slightly stunned in place.

Seeing this, Su Yunshu took a deep breath, pressed down on the emotions in his heart, raised his voice slightly, and spoke again: "Who is it?" ”

"Who is the person who plotted against Xiao Ran?"

There was a clear anger in his eyes, and the long sword in his hand trembled slightly, making a "buzzing" sound.

"I don't know."

Nan Shiyan shook his head, with a sense of helplessness on his face.

"This person's cultivation is extremely profound, and he stared at the elixir cultivated by his junior sister, so he poisoned his junior sister, and when Yan and the master arrived, he let the person escape because he was in a hurry to bring the junior sister back to the master for treatment."

There was a slight sound at the bone joints, Su Yun's writing was slightly dark, and an undisguised murderous aura burst out from his body.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise not far behind him, and the ground beneath his feet shook violently, and the broken rubble kept sliding down.

Suddenly, smoke and dust rose everywhere.