Empress Jiang's slender eyes crossed a touch of color, "Concubine Shu's brother is the secretary of the Criminal Department, and he was originally attached to Prime Minister Zuo Muye. Now Prime Minister Zuo is still in prison, and Concubine Shu is subject to the palace everywhere in the harem, if Princess Jingshu is a smart person, she will know what to do. ”

"Wise mother!" Father-in-law Xu slapped his ass again and again.

**

The second peak.

Jingshu Hall.

In the Cloud Nu Sect, every disciple has his own small palace. And Mo Jingshu, as the princess of the Fire Crane Country, the palace is naturally a little more luxurious than that of ordinary personal disciples.

A white carrier pigeon flew down the hill and landed on the window lattice of the Jingshu Temple.

Mo Jingshu was originally sitting, flipping through a copy of "Sou Shen Ji". She is a quiet woman, in her spare time, and loves to read. Not only is it limited to books on cultivation, but she also likes weird stories of ghosts, gods and Buddhas like Sou Shen Ji.

"The carrier pigeon of Kunning Palace?"

When Mo Jingshu heard the movement, she immediately put down the "Sou Shen Ji" in her hand, and a look of surprise crossed her face.

The queen rarely contacted her.

If something goes wrong, there must be a demon.

Mo Jingshu frowned slightly, she stepped forward, untied the bamboo tube tied to the feet of the lingsheng pigeon, and pulled out a note: "Take Princess Shengping to the peony banquet."

There are only these ten words.

"I almost forgot that it's time for the peonies to bloom again." Mo Jingshu's delicate and elegant face was crossed by a faint blush.

She is eighteen years old and has not yet married.

At last year's peony banquet, she couldn't come back in time because of the important tasks assigned by the sect, and missed a good time to choose a horse. In addition, her father was not interested in her mother, Concubine Shu, so her marriage was delayed.

"However, I think the real purpose of coming to the queen is to Shengping sister." The delicate appearance of the little daughter on Mo Jingshu's face just disappeared in a flash, and her face became serious again.

Can she take this task?

"Hehe, I don't have a choice." Mo Jingshu smiled bitterly.

Her mother's life in the harem was not good.

If it weren't for the fact that she was successfully accepted as a personal disciple by her master last year, Empress Jiang would be a little jealous, so she would not be so harsh on her mother.

Mo Jingshu flicked her long sleeves, casually crushed the bamboo tube marked by the queen's phoenix seal, and sent the spirit pigeon back. She casually picked out a first-order inferior spiritual weapon, it was a light green blue water sword, she used the star to point, a light light flashed, artificially leaving a trace on the blue water sword.

Her force was well controlled, striking a small fragment of the triangle in the center of the blade, and shattering the Divine Pattern.

Now Shengping's sister is not ordinary, she is the personal disciple of the eighth peak. Mo Jingshu wanted to find Ye Luo, and she had to find a suitable excuse. For example, - repair spiritual weapons.

**

This is the third day that Ye Luo has become a disciple of his own lineage.

Kong Lao really didn't break his promise, and he had already begun to teach her to learn to depict the god pattern.

"The depiction of the divine pattern pays attention to the high concentration and unity of the spirit and spirit." The empty old man put away the old urchin's set, and his expression became rare and serious, "The divine patterns in the first-order spirit weapon are basically crazy diagrams. ”

"What is a Gathering Madness?" Ye Luo is a diligent and inquisitive student.

"In short, it's a kind of divine pattern that gathers madness together. Can increase attack damage. ”

Kong Lao stretched out his right hand, and his fingertips condensed a soul power, outlining a white simple and mysterious pattern in the air.