Prime Minister's House.

Xue'er came to the Prime Minister's Mansion with the rain and flash. Xiao Han had already come to the door and waited, and saw Xue'er walking towards them. Eyes like water, seem to be able to see through everything, ten fingers slender, skin like clotted fat, snow white with pink, seems to be able to wring out water, a pair of red lips, smiling like a smile, every move seems to be dancing, long hair hangs straight down the ankles, untie the hair, green silk dances with the wind, emitting fragrance, slender waist, slender limbs, fairy-like vulgar temperament, wearing a white dress on the ground, rusty butterfly dark lines, a green silk with butterfly tassels shallowly up, a night between the forehead pearl carved into a butterfly, exude a faint light, Emei light sweep, no powder on the face, But he still couldn't hide his stunning face, a crystal necklace around his neck, which became more and more clear collarbones, a white jade bracelet on his wrist lined off his skin like snow, a pair of gilt shoes on his feet decorated with precious stones, and his beautiful eyes flowed, like a pale butterfly that had secretly lost its breath, and his expression was indifferent, like a fairy who does not eat fireworks in the world, and the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, like fireworks ethereal and splendid.

Seeing Xiao Han, Xue'er's lips trembled, how long has it been since she saw her father, it has been five years, and she died at the age of seventeen, but now she is holding this sick body and coming to see him, this body is still seventeen years old, she hates it so much, why, Ying'er wants to do this, she gives everything to Ying'er, Ying'er told her not to love Ziyue, how is this possible, this is more uncomfortable and painful than taking her life.

"Dad~ Xue'er is back." Xue'er's eyes turned red, and she threw herself into Xiao Han's arms and cried bitterly. "Xue'er, my Xue'er is back, okay, okay, Xue'er, don't cry, come, your aunt instructed the cook to cook your favorite meal."

Xue'er looked at the eldest lady, she no longer had the contempt and disgust and hatred for herself in the past, Xue'er smiled sweetly: "Thank you, auntie." "No, Cher, sir, come in and dine."

Eight Princes' Mansion.

Zixuan sat on the bed, looking at the person who was still unconscious, and his heart ached: "Xue'er, wake up, my baby, don't sleep."

"Father, it's time to eat." Shaofeng came in with food, "Father, you go to eat first, and my mother will take care of Feng'er." ”

"No, Feng'er, you go eat first, and then help take care of your younger brothers and sisters, be good, rest early, Dad wants your mother to wake up and see me first."

"Dad, then you eat here, otherwise my mother will wake up and see you like that, she will definitely blame herself." Feng'er replied sensibly. "Feng'er is sensible, okay, dad eats, you can eat too!" Zixuan touched Shaofeng's head dotingly. "Good~"

After the father and son finished eating, Zixuan ordered someone to take Shaofeng back to the room to rest, and he went to the bed, lay down next to Xue'er, wrapped his long arms around her waist, buried his head in her white jade-like neck, and slowly fell asleep. However, at this moment, he had a strange dream, in which he was dressed in white and had long hair like ink, which was simply tied up. Laughing and groaning, like a beautiful boy in white clothes in the turbid world, with a special demeanor, hearty and clear, and a good-looking beauty tip on his forehead when he laughs, the kind of beauty that ignores gender, as if he is descending from the earth.

"When did I change into this outfit?" Zixuan was puzzled, at this moment, he saw the pool, but right there, someone was cleaning, and he was about to go up and ask for an explanation, only to see the man kneeling down on one knee: "See the Divine Venerable!" Zixuan looked around and pointed to himself: "Are you talking about me?"

"Yes!" The man nodded, "You're back, that's great." The Night King is in Yaotai. ”

"Uh...... Root...... The deity knows. Zixuan was a little dumbfounded, and followed the man to Yaotai, where a man in a green mask and a man in a yellow mask were fighting each other, the man in green was the Night King, and the man in yellow was Emperor Che.

The Night King looked up and saw Zixuan who was there now: "Divine Venerable." Emperor Che clenched his fists: "Divine Venerable, Master brought you here."

"Master?" Zixuan was puzzled, "Who?" ”

"Heartless old man." The Emperor was a little disappointed, it turned out that his memory had not yet recovered, and turned back to the Night King and asked, "Do you want to take him there?" ”

"Absolutely. The heartless old man said, take him there, help him recover his memory, and merge their bodies into one, otherwise it will be over if he is discovered. The Night King said hurriedly, "This king will take him there." ”

Emperor Che touched his mask and said with a smile: "I'll go too."

"Where are you going?" Zixuan asked as he walked. "You'll know when you arrive, I hope your head can withstand thousands of years of pain, missing." Emperor Che said,

"Thousands of years of pain......" Zixuan said silently. It's here! The Night King broke Zixuan's train of thought.

Look up, this is a crystal palace, surrounded by many flowers and trees, vibrant, the crystal palace is like spring all year round, know to walk to a place called "Dark Snow Palace", where the snow is fluttering, although it is snowing here, but the slightest good feeling of cold, walk to the front of the door, "God, here needs your blood." Can there be a jade pendant? The Night King asked. No one will come here, the emperor promises. "If you want to enter here, you need the blood of the gods." ”

"Why did this king go in, besides, this king is not a god, the two of them recognized the wrong person." Zixuan was a little displeased, "Farewell." ”

Just as he was about to go back, Emperor Che's deep voice came into his ears: "You don't want your princess's life?"

Zixuan paused, stopped, walked up to the two, and asked coldly, "What do you mean by this?"

"Save the princess, only the gods can save you. Only the Divine Venerable has that ability. "The Night King." The situation is very urgent, your princess has been hit by the demonic maniac's demonic desire, and if she doesn't save it for ten days, she will turn into a demon and become a puppet of the demonic maniac after ten days. The emperor said solemnly.

"Here, this is the Yeqin jade pendant that I have carried with me since I was a child." Zixuan took out the jade pendant and said.

"It turns out that Yeqin Yupei is here. No wonder I couldn't find it, this was something that the god carried with him, and it turned out to be down to earth with him. The emperor made a mistake. The Emperor shook his head.

"Please let the gods drip the blood into the jade pendant." The Night King is too lazy to talk to the Emperor, this guy doesn't know the occasion.

Zixuan didn't say a word, and dripped the blood onto the jade pendant by himself, and the jade pendant sucked the blood like a sponge, emitting a seven-colored rainbow of light. The Night King hurriedly said, "Quickly put the jade pendant and your hand on the door."

Zixuan did so, only to see that the door was opened, there were many landscape paintings inside, Zixuan was in a hurry to save Xue'er, how could he have time to enjoy the scenery of this "Dark Snow Palace"? Directly with the Night King, he left the Emperor alone in the back, and came to the front of a room, the door opened, and what came into his eyes was a painting, yes, it was a painting, a portrait of a woman, and when he got closer, it was Xue'er, how could it be, "What's going on!" Zixuan asked with a gloomy face.

"This is a portrait of the goddess Xueqin, but you'll know when you come in." Somewhere in one of the portraits, a door opened, and as they entered, they saw a large amethyst coffin.

Looking ahead, there was a man and a woman dressed in white. The man doted on the woman's waist, white clothes and black hair, clothes and hair were flowing and elegant, untied or untied, slightly fluttering, lined with a figure hanging in mid-air, like a god descending into the world. His skin was faintly shiny and flowing, and his closed eyes seemed to shimmer with a thousand kinds of glass. The woman is gentle and sweet, and the bird leans on the man's arms in the form of a human, like the wind blowing the jade tree, the snow is wrapped in Qiongbud, and under the red face of the ages, it has faded away from the cheesy and tiredness. The face is pure and beautiful, pale and gentle, clear and ethereal, otherworldly, beautiful, beautiful and beautiful, beautiful and delicate, innocent and beautiful, beautiful as a fairy, captivating the country and the city, beautiful, beautiful and beautiful, beautiful and delicate, charming and infinite, delicate and graceful, ice muscles are clear, beautiful as hibiscus out of the water, clear as a fairy. She was dressed in a white dress like a light veil, as if she were in a mist of smoke, and her body was shrouded in a layer of light smoke and mist, which seemed to be real and illusory, but she was not an earthly person, except for her long hair like a waterfall, and her whole body was snow-white. Gorgeous, beautiful, delicate and indescribable, graceful and beautiful, the wind is beautiful, and you can't force your eyes. The appearance is beautiful and elegant, and she smiles, she is really like the first child of a different flower, and the beautiful jade is dizzy, bright and beautiful. But there was a layer of blood missing from the skin, and she looked pale and abnormal, and if she had a sick face, although the candlelight was like a glow, there was still no blood on her face. Beautiful and unconventional, as if not eating the fireworks of the world, it is really beautiful and very cold, although born in the mortal world, but a glance and a smile, every move, and even a look back, all exude the breath of a fairy.