The woman smiled lightly at Gong Linggui, tilted her head, showing a bit of a woman's innocence, her pale thin lips pursed, hooked up, and spoke softly again.

"Brother, I'm Xiao Ran."

Gong Linggui nodded thoughtfully, the smile on his face deepened a little, and the woman's gaze softened a little, but the cold voice did not carry the slightest emotion.

"Then Your Excellency, where did you hide the king's sister Xiao Ran?"

The expression on the woman's face stiffened again, her breathing was a little heavier, and her clear eyes blinked, but there was a layer of misty mist, with a little bit of grievance.

"Brother, I'm Xiao Ran."

Gong Linggui's face remained unchanged, he let out a faint "oh", his eyes turned, and he was a little sharper, with a substantial murderous aura, and fell heavily on the woman.

Looking at such a terrifying gaze, the woman couldn't help but be stunned, and subconsciously took a few steps back and stood still, her face full of doubts and dazedness.

Seeing this, Gong Ling chuckled lightly, a little softness flashed between his eyebrows, but his deep voice was extremely cold.

"What this king's sister looks like, this king himself naturally knows it in his heart."

"I won't bother Your Excellency to remind me."

As he spoke, Gong Linggui withdrew his gaze, his face was pale and his sleeves were brushed, a faint layer of frost was shrouded between his eyebrows, his eyes were light, and he no longer looked at her.

Pursing her thin pale lips, the woman smiled faintly, not annoyed, only turned her gaze to Nan Shiyan, and smiled innocently: "Senior brother." ”

The eyebrows and eyes stretched slightly, Nan Shiyan's eyes moved, smiled slightly, stood with his hands in his hands, looked at the woman's eyes with a soft meaning, and said with a smile.

"Your Excellency...... Is it really Yan's younger sister? ”

"yes."

The woman nodded, her eyebrows and eyes were crooked, with the unique delicacy of a little girl, and her eyes flashed with inexplicable sparkles.

Inadvertently glanced at the two children beside the woman, Nan Shiyan's eyes moved, a faint sense of doubt appeared on his face, and he frowned slightly.

"How did this happen?"

Wen Yan, the woman couldn't help pouting, with an aggrieved look on her face, and said sullenly.

"It's nothing, it's just Fang Cai, I was almost trapped by those shadows."

Nan Shiyan raised his eyebrows with interest, and his voice was also full of doubt.

"Which shadows?"

"That's it, and the Great Elder."

As she spoke, the woman stretched out her hand, her slender pale fingers pointed at the blood-stained elder in her robe, and she snorted softly, her thin eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"That Great Elder still has some ability, but he actually broke my formation and almost injured me."

"But ......"

After a pause, the woman hooked her lips suddenly, and a shallow and bright smile bloomed on her face, showing a bit of weird and gloomy meaning in this deep night.

"I've also made them suffer a lot, and I've made them lose a lot of shadows."

Hearing this, Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui both frowned violently, an obvious sense of shock appeared on their faces, and their eyes fell on the smiling woman.

The corners of his lips moved, Nan Shiyan smiled warmly, with great patience, and said softly: "Really"

"Seven girls."

A deep voice interrupted Nan Shiyan's words, and when he followed the voice, he saw Gong Zhaohui with a heavy face.

His heart jumped suddenly, as if he suddenly remembered something, Su Yunshu and Gong Linggui raised their eyes at the same time, glanced at each other, their eyes moved, a bad premonition slowly rose in their hearts, and an extreme chill crept up their backs.

The sharp gaze swept over the few people present one by one, Gong Zhaohui frowned tightly, his eyes were filled with monstrous anger, his hands were clenched tightly, and there was a crisp sound at the joints, with a trembling force.

With a heavy cold snort, Gong Zhaohui looked at the smiling innocent woman in front of him, and his tone was heavier, "It seems that the seven girls are really amazing." ”

"I really didn't expect that Miss Su Qi, who was weak in body and low in spiritual power, in the mouths of everyone, actually had such a profound cultivation."

"I used to underestimate you."

As he spoke, Gong Zhaohui glanced at Su Yunshu deeply, his eyes crossed with dark light, and he flicked his sleeves heavily, making an obvious sound.

The woman raised her eyebrows, raised her hand slightly, covered her face with a wide robe, and smiled lowly, with a clear sense of pleasure.

"Thank you, Your Majesty, it's really an honor for Yun Ran."

Hearing this, Gong Zhaohui snorted again, and looked at Su Yunshu's gaze with a little more strange feeling, and his voice was much colder.

"Yunshu, this is the seventh lady favored by everyone in your Su family?"

As he spoke, Gong Zhaohui narrowed his eyes, with an obvious sense of scrutiny and judgment.

"Your Majesty."

The hand in his sleeve tightened, Su Yunshu took a deep breath, his face tightened, and he slowly relaxed, and was about to say something, but he was preempted by the woman.

"Your Majesty of the Eastern Dynasty."

The woman took a few steps forward and came to Su Yunshu's side, her eyes suddenly becoming sharp, with a substantial cold glow.

"Yun Ran is standing in front of you alive, Your Majesty doesn't take a good look at it yourself, what are you doing to embarrass my third brother?"

As she spoke, the woman paused, as if she suddenly remembered something, and laughed directly, smiling, with a faint mockery, which was meaningful.

"Isn't it that Your Majesty is old and his eyes are not good?"

"Can't even see the big living person in front of you clearly?"

As soon as the words fell, the Great Elder frowned violently, condensed his palm's spiritual power, and attacked the woman, his voice was low, with undisguised anger.

"Don't be rude to Your Majesty."

Seeing this, the woman raised her eyebrows, the smile on her face deepened a little, and her slender fingers carelessly stroked the delicate embroidery on her sleeves, without any movement.

With a loud sound of spiritual power colliding, only a muffled snort of pain was heard, and the gray figure of the Great Elder was knocked away, slammed into the trunk of the tree on the side, and slid weakly to the ground.

The little boy with the small lamp withdrew his hand, glanced at the embarrassed elder casually, his cold eyes were full of disdain, he pursed his lips, and his voice was light.

"But a small imperial monarch dares to put on a stand in front of our palace master."

As he spoke, Xiao Tong sneered and glanced at Gong Zhaohui obliquely, without any emotion, but the words he said were meaningful.

"It's really self-defeating."

"That's it."

A slightly cheerful voice came, Xiao Dong carried the lamp, came to the woman's side, stretched out his little hand, pulled the hem of the woman's clothes, and his voice rose slightly.

"Palace Master, what are you doing with so much nonsense with them?"

"Let's just do it, save a waste of time."

The white palm gently pressed on the top of Xiao Dong's hair, rubbed it gently, the woman hooked her lips slightly, the smile on her delicate face was shallow and moving, and her clear voice was slightly soft.

"Xiaodong, you should learn from Xiaoqiu."

"Why can't you hold your breath all the time?"

As she spoke, the force on the woman's hand increased a little, and she kneaded Xiao Dong's hair.