Now that she is not what she used to be, she may not be her opponent, and even if she is not, she is completely sure to escape.

"Are you Moyang?" Xing'er saw her face, and the yin qi continued to disperse, and within a zhang of the place where she stood, there was no grass.

"Don't you recognize me?" Mo Yang laughed gloomily, his body moved, and the yin wind gusted.

"What's the difference between recognizing and not recognizing?" Xing'er said lightly, the dragon staff in her sleeve fell into her hand, and the aura of the dragon staff approached Mo Yang, but she didn't move.

"Okay, I'm going to learn the power of the Long family." Mo Yangjiao laughed, her body flew towards Xing'er like a dragon, Xing'er's body did not move, she closed her eyes, as if waiting for something, Yan Zhu was secretly anxious, won't her sister come back, all her skills will be lost, right?

Mo Yang's fingers had almost touched Xing'er's eyebrows, and Xing'er opened her eyes suddenly. His eyes flashed, and his body suddenly formed a circle of light, forcing Mo Yang to take two steps back!

However, before Xing'er could make a move, a sudden shout in the air shouted: "Mo Yang is so bold, he dares to hurt the emperor's person?" ”

As soon as the voice fell, I saw a handsome man fall to the ground, and there was a faint anger on his cold face.

"Zhaoran, you're not dead yet? Che is indeed merciful, you almost killed his woman, and he was able to spare your life. Mo Yang said strangely.

"You are the one who killed the mother, not me." Zhao Ran said coldly, a pair of eyes with flames jumping, Xing'er looked strange, he obviously hated her to the bone, and he was still entangled with her at this moment, and he didn't make a move to kill her. Could it be that he is not her opponent?

"Really? If I kill her, who is this person in front of me? Mo Yang began to be suspicious, she used a magic weapon to find out that the person from the Long family reappeared, so she came out to see that it was Xing'er, she didn't know if it was true or not, so she came out to test it. Isn't it strange to see that she doesn't recognize her now, not even Zhaoran? Could it be that she is playing some tricks again? Dressed as a man, do you really think you can hide it? It's not surprising that Long Xing'er has always been scheming, and maybe he's playing some tricks at this moment.

It's just that she tried one of her tricks just now, knowing that she is far from being her opponent, her eyes rolled, and a black wind rose on the ground, Xing'er knew that it was not good, but it was too late, and when she rose to the sky with a dragon staff, there was no trace of Mo Yang.

"She's Moyang? The person who killed the Queen Mother? Xing'er asked Yan Zhu, Yan Zhu's face turned pale, nodded and said, "That's right, it's her, and the slave family will never forget it until death." ”

"She has cultivated the Yin Evil Dafa!" Xing'er said.

"Yes, the slave knows!" Yan Zhu did not expose her identity as a woman, since she didn't want to use her daughter's body, then she respected her.

"Childe's surname?" Zhaoran stepped forward and asked.

"The surname is Long, who is Your Excellency?"

"Young Master Long, in the lower Zhaoran, is the commander of the imperial guards." Obviously reported his home. At this moment, he remembered the first time he saw her, when she always thought that he was a lackey of the regent, and had placed him by her side to spy on her. So he was always lukewarm to him, "I'm here to pick up Long Gongzi into the palace." ”

"Oh? Do you know I'm going to enter the palace? Xing'er frowned and looked at the handsome boy in front of him. The more she looks at it, the more she looks like a bureau, has she fallen into the trap set by others stupidly?

"Zhaoran waits here every day, so whether the son comes today or tomorrow, he can also see Zhaoran."

Xing'er stared at him, at this time, the spring breeze swept all the way, raising the remnants of the flowers all the way, Xing'er's nose was a little sensitive, spring was the season she hated the most, it would always make her feel uncomfortable, and she couldn't imagine coming to this ancient time, but it still hadn't changed.

"Let's go!" She rubbed her nose and smiled.

Zhaoran handed over a bottle of ointment, "Is your nose uncomfortable?" Use this, it is formulated by the imperial doctor and is effective for nasal allergies. ”

Xing'er doesn't ask why, in this era, too many things are beyond her expectations, although everything is like a coincidence, but she always has someone to arrange it, okay, when did she Long Xing'er ever be afraid?

After getting into the carriage, she lifted the curtain and looked out the window, the ancient night was pitch black, so dark that she couldn't see her fingers, if it weren't for the torches and lanterns in front of her, she couldn't see anything here.

The weather was cold, she shrank back, lowered the curtain and faced Yan Zhu's eyes, "What are you looking at?" ”

Yan Zhu retracted his thoughts, "Can Childe kill Mo Yang?" Avenge my godsister? What she was thinking about was whether Xing'er could regain her memory, she couldn't bear to be close to her, but she had to endure not knowing anything, not knowing anything. It's a very uncomfortable taste.

Xing'er was silent, and said after a long time, "Who can know what will happen in the future?" Even if I kill her, it may not be a real revenge. "Yes, if you kill Moyang, the Empress Dowager Long will not be able to come back, and the Emperor Taishang is destined to be lonely for a lifetime.

What kind of person is he? Why are you willing to exchange half of the country for the life of your enemy? Is revenge really that important? Is it worth half of his country? After listening to their stories, she was not moved, but there was always a very strange feeling, as if this regent was someone she had already known, but their stories were so strange to her.

A strange fragrance came, Xing'er began to feel a little drowsy, and slowly leaned on Yan Zhu's shoulder and fell asleep.

By the time she woke up, it was already dawn. She got up and went down to the ground, looking at the gorgeous furnishings in the house, the carved mahogany bed was covered with the softest brocade quilt, a creamy yellow embroidered tent came down from the top, and there was a chaise longue under the window, with a blanket on it.

Just thinking about it, the door was pushed open, and two palace maids walked into Laifufu's body: "I've seen the son." ”

"Childe, please freshen up, Childe wants to have breakfast in the morning?"

"Whatever." Xing'er picked up a towel and wiped her hands, then looked at the very simple set of toiletries, shook her head, strange that she could use it.

"Go out, and I'll serve." Yan Zhu walked in and said to the two palace maids.

"Yes!" The palace maid retreated, Yan Zhu looked at Xing'er, and there was a gentle smile on her face, "Is the son still used to it?" ”

"Why am I asleep? Why didn't you wake me up when I got to the palace? Xing'er asked.

"It's the son who slept too deeply, the slave family called the son, but the son slept very deeply, and it was the emperor who brought the son in." Yan Zhu said.

"What? Has the Emperor been here? Xing'er was stunned.

"Yes, last night, the Emperor Taishang knew that Gongzi had entered the palace, so he waited here, but Gongzi was so tired that the Emperor said that there was no need to wake up Gongzi, so I didn't dare to make a sound." Yan Zhu lit a charcoal stove to make tea, and after a while, the fragrance of tea filled the house.

Xing'er was a little embarrassed, a strange man hugged her body, this was more or less ambiguous, but the bad thing was that she didn't know what it was like.

But her thoughts were instantly attracted by Yan Zhu's tea fragrance, and she smiled slightly, "It's aged tea, right?" ”

"Yes, the best thing in the morning is to drink aged pu'er, it doesn't hurt your stomach so much. This is what my godsister said. Yan Zhu smiled reluctantly and looked at Xing'er again.

"Don't be sad, she always has a fate." Xing'er comforted people for the first time.

"I just pity her child, and the emperor, he has always loved her deeply, how can he survive in the future?" Yan Zhu's eyes were red, yes, the most pitiful thing was not the dead people, but the people who worked hard to stay in the world.

Xing'er shook her head, "No matter how deep the feelings are, they will always pass, and besides, he has the power to dominate the world, don't you still worry about finding a good woman?" ”

A trace of disappointment slipped through Yan Zhu's eyes, she probably didn't expect Xing'er to say this. After being stunned for a moment, she said, "Childe, come over for tea." ”

After breakfast, someone came with a child about two years old, the child looked very smart, a pair of eyes gurgling, the palace maid said: "The little prince got up and looked for Miss Yan Zhu, and the slave maid brought him over." Yan Zhu hugged Haoyue and said with a slight smile: "Haoyue is good, is it okay for my aunt to feed the porridge?" ”

"Good!" The child's milky voice returned.

Xing'er looked at the child's face, and there was an emotion in her heart that she didn't know what was breeding, she actually wanted to reach out and hug the child, and then pamper it. The child turned his head and saw Xing'er, and was stunned for a moment, and then immediately opened his water, "Niangnianghug, Niangnianghug." ”

Yan Zhu said embarrassedly: "I'm sorry, Son, since his mother left, he has seen anyone who is good-looking, whether male or female, called Niangniang." ”

Xing'er was about to hug him, but when she heard Yan Zhu say this, she had an excuse, "It doesn't matter, that's good, this son will hug you." Xing'er stretched out her hand, and Haoyue hugged Xing'er's neck and kissed her on the face. Xing'er only felt a slight heat in her chest, she actually had a strange feeling, what did it feel? I always feel that holding this child feels stable.

"Where is the Emperor? I want to meet him! Xing'er asked.

"Now I'm just afraid that he is still in the early court, you wait a while, he will come here directly after the court." Yan Zhu ordered someone to clean up the dishes and chopsticks, and said to Xing'er, "The sun is rising outside, warm and bright, why don't you let the slave family take your son out for a walk." ”

"Good!" Xing'er also wants to see what the palace is like, after all, she has watched a lot of dramas in modern times, and she really doesn't know much about the palace. The Forbidden City in Beijing has only traces of time left, and it is vaguely recognizable that it was once powerful and domineering. But he didn't get angry at all.

I just walked into the yard, it's very strange here, the yard is very big, but I think it's definitely not the imperial garden, because the huge yard doesn't even have a single flower. The trees and vines are full of verdant greenery. There are even willows flying around the lake. There is a large piece of ink bamboo by the lake, which prevents the flying floc from blowing this way. The trails are fun and sunny.

Just wanted to move forward, but saw a group of people in the distance surrounded by a man in a yellow robe, wearing a dragon crown on his head, his face was like a beautiful jade, and a trace of melancholy could be seen between his eyebrows in the coldness. Such a beautiful man is the emperor?

No, no, he has a faint purple qi on his body, and he is already the Ziwei Emperor who has returned to the throne at all. What's going on? If you have returned to your place, why can you still stay in the world?

She was thinking that he had come to her, staring straight at her with a pair of eyes, the chill in Fang Cai's eyes had dissipated, replaced by a faint warmth, "You, you are the dragon boy who can get rid of demons?" He asked.

"Didn't you already see me last night?" Xing'er wondered why he still looked like he was meeting for the first time.

"The lights are dim, I haven't seen it clearly, but now I see that Long Gongzi is really a dragon and phoenix among people." Ye Che felt a pain in his heart, such unfamiliar words should not have existed between the two of them.

The emperor laughed. Xing'er pointed directly at his identity.