When Wan Yao came out, the sky was already bright, and there was a fog in the early morning, when the fog dissipated, and the air became exceptionally fresh.

The blooming stamens are covered with crystal dewdrops, and they glow in the morning light with a somewhat dazzling but still beautiful light.

Wan Yao opened his arms slightly and made a hugging gesture, but the corners of his mouth were hooked up with a helpless smile.

Feeling the sound of a wisp of clothes fluttering behind him, Wan Yao quietly withdrew his hand, took a deep breath, and walked in the direction of his room.

"Miss." Xiaoqiu was cleaning the courtyard, and when she saw her young lady returning, she hurriedly put down the broom and greeted her with a smile:

"Miss, this is just coming back from the prince, have you eaten? Do you use a slave or maid to prepare your meal? ”

"No need." Wan Yao replied very decisively, "It's still the same as usual." I'm going to bathe and worship the Buddha, you don't have to bother. ”

"Understood." Xiaoqiu nodded immediately, and continued to pick up the broom and sweep the floor the moment Wan Yao entered the room. When he looked at the closed wooden door, he looked at it with a hint of doubt.

She has followed Wan Yao since she was a child, but the change of Wan Yao coming back this time is too great.

Not only has the personality completely changed, but also an act of loving and worshipping the Buddha has been added. And a bow is a day, without eating or drinking, she put her ears up to listen a few times curiously, but she can't hear any sound.

It's weird.

Taking a deep breath, Xiaoqiu gathered the swept fallen leaves into a small stall, not thinking too much.

Wan Yao, who entered his room, first let out a long sigh of relief, and then lit a lilac candle.

This room looks almost unchanged from Wan Yao's room before, except that there is a pure gold Buddha in front of the door.

With a mysterious smile on his face, he looks very kind.

The vigilant surroundings circled, including the roof and the bottom of the bed, until after making sure that there was no one, Wan Yao cautiously walked in front of the Buddha statue. He folded his hands and whispered, "Please forgive the Buddha." Then, reach out and press lightly on the Buddha's toes.

Hearing only a small rumbling sound, the Buddha's body immediately deviated to the left by about a foot, and at that distance of about a foot, a small black door suddenly appeared.

Wan Yao looked back vigilantly again, and after making sure that there was indeed no one, he slowly walked into the secret passage.

As her robe floated in, the statue slowly returned to its original position, as if it had been resisted by some kind of resistance.

Walking into it, there is an unfathomable deep and secret passage, very gloomy and cold, with the occasional clicking sound of water dripping.

Wan Yao was still wearing summer clothes, and when he suddenly entered, he couldn't help but shudder. He rubbed his hands together, took out a fire breaker from his bosom, blew hard, lit the fire, and slowly walked forward along the faint light of the fire.

The road is very narrow, so narrow that she can almost only pass alone, and her body will still touch the wall from time to time, and she can't use light work, which is very awkward.

I forgot how long it had been walking, and Wan Yao finally saw a faint light in front of him.

Some uncomfortable stretched out his hand to block his eyes, took two quick steps forward, blew out the fire fold and stuffed it into his arms.

Raising his eyes slightly, he let out a long sigh when he saw the somewhat rickety figure.

"You're here." The figure didn't look back, and his voice was very rough, like a middle-aged man, but it seemed to be deliberately disguised.

"I've done everything I promised you, now you can release my parents."

His eyes were slightly sour, and Wan Yao's shoulders were shaking slightly as he spoke.

Yes, just a second after she had just taken over the incident that had happened before Ye Huatuo asked her to find Hua Xuanji. Suddenly, the news of the invasion of the Thousand Machine Hall came.

When she returned, she also saw such a rickety back.

The people of Qianjitang are so shrewd, and their martial arts are so high, but they were still poisoned alive, and their faces were blue and their eyes were stunned.

And Wan Yao's parents who worked so hard to find are nowhere to be found.

The rickety's back, as it was today, did not turn back, and when she had just stepped within ten steps of her, he asked her in a hoarse and deep voice:

"You are Wan Yao, the person who was once favored by the second prince and the current prince?"

Spoiled? A sneer appeared on the corner of Wan Yao's mouth at that time, it was just a tool. Maybe that's what it looks like to outsiders.

Seeing that she was silent, the man did not change in the slightest, but continued: "Help me do something, and when it is done, I will give you the antidote to the poison they have suffered, and your parents will return safely." ”

"Why should I listen to you?"

"If you don't want them to die, listen to me." The voice was still low, and there was not the slightest fluctuation.

"It's easier to think." Wan Yao snorted coldly, his steps were slightly wrong, and he condensed all his strength in the palm of his hand and slashed straight towards the rickety's back.

"I can't help myself." The four words floated out like a spell in the darkness, and before Wan Yao could react, the person had already moved behind her quickly, and the palm she stretched out was also held directly by a hand through the cloth.

"You can't beat me." The voice was still the same as before, there was no other emotion in it, and the palm holding Wan Yao slowly forced: "Promise, or not!" ”

His thoughts gradually pulled back, and Wan Yao took a heavy breath, waiting for the reply from the rickety back.

Time passed minute by minute, and the figure of the rickety old man stood in place as if it had been pointed, motionless, and just when Wan Yao was about to speak, his sleeve suddenly flashed, and something was thrown straight towards Wan Yao.

Wan Yao narrowed his eyes, saw clearly that it was a jasper vial, and hurriedly reached out to take it.

"That's half the antidote, I'll give you the rest on your wedding day, and as for your parents, let's go with you on that day."

After speaking, Wan Yao didn't have time to refute anything, but felt as if there was a gust of wind passing in front of him, and a piece of sand was lost in his eyes, and when he opened it completely, the rickety back had long since disappeared.

Clenching the jasper vial in his hand tightly, Wan Yao's breathing gradually became heavy, he hid the vial in his arms, took out the fire fold and returned the same way.

The rivers and lakes have always been a lot of people, and Qianjitang has snooped on the secrets of countless people, and everyone is condemned for it, but they are afraid that they will have something to ask for in the future.

Therefore, although Wan Yao had tried his best to suppress this matter, however, all the spies in Qianji Hall were poisoned, and the news that the lady of the hall master disappeared overnight still spread to the rivers and lakes.

It's just that the method of transmission is strange.

At the same time in the palace, the prophet stretched out his hand and kneaded his temples, and posed with a bitter and bitter feeling against the pile of folds in front of him.

Sky! It seems that his decision not to come up with the holy decree earlier is too right, and he is too tired to be the emperor.

He would rather do the comfortable days of doing nothing all day, pinching his fingers to count when someone is looking for him, and living in seclusion in the mountains and forests when no one asks for it, rather than having such a headache as at this time.

Originally, he watched Ye Hua and Bai Yan fight for a lot of fun, thinking that when the time came, he would take the throne and hand over all the burdens to Ye Hua to sit in an empty seat.

Who knows, Ye Hua was seriously injured, if he stuffed this pile of folds to Ye Hua now, Hua Xuanji would be able to eat herself.

Noisy! It's a hell of a mess!

His eyes gradually became deeper, and the prophet tapped his hand on the table, intentionally or unintentionally, and his brows furrowed slightly.

For him, the important thing at this time is not these excerpts, but to find out whether Hua Xuanji's mother, the prime minister's dead concubine, is his little sister.

"The emperor is auspicious, and the eldest prince is asking to see him outside the door." While the prophet was pondering, a father-in-law's shrill voice came in.

When the prophet heard this, he immediately became energetic, and commanded the father-in-law: "Bai, eh, Huang Gonggong, go and please." ”

"Yes." The father-in-law leaned down and retreated quickly, and then, Yu Wufang walked in slowly.

"Go down, all of you." At this time, the prophet restored his majesty as emperor and commanded coldly to a group of palace maids.

"No." The palace maid's voice brushed her mind and quickly retreated.

"How's it going?" As soon as the palace maid left, the prophet returned to his true nature, stood up and asked Yu Wufang, "Did you find anything?" ”

"Yes." Jade Flawless pursed her lips. "Erchen went to investigate, and heard a huge news, which has spread all over the rivers and lakes."

"What is it? Don't sell it. The prophet asked eagerly, not looking like an emperor at all. After so many years, I'm used to being loose.

"All the spies of Qianji Hall were infected with Gu poison overnight, and none of them had a doctor to solve it, and the hall master and wife of Qianji Hall disappeared quietly."

Pinching his chin slightly, the prophet's eyes revealed a touch of incredulity, took a deep breath, and slowly turned around and sat back on the dragon chair: "There is such a thing?" Did you find out who did it? ”

"Erchen thinks, father, you have already guessed that person."

"What?" The prophet grabbed a fold and slapped it on the table: "It's really her!" Narrowing his eyes slightly, the prophet shook his head unhurriedly:

"That's it, the masters of Qianjitang are like clouds, if it weren't for her, who else would have the ability to make all the masters infected with poison Gu."

Throwing the fold in his hand aside, the prophet looked at Yu Wufang a little eagerly, coughed lightly, and said in a deep voice: "Then have you inquired about what she came out of the mountain this time for?" ”

"I heard that it seems that I am looking for someone...... Yu Wufang narrowed his eyes slightly, paused slightly, and looked at the prophet with a profound meaning and said: "A person with unparalleled medical skills in the world." ”