At this time, in another dormitory across the flower corridor, Xiaoyudi stepped on the embroidery pier, stretched out his little arms, and laboriously took out a copy of "The Analects" from the pineapple wood bookshelf.

He listened to the palace people report what had just happened, walked to the small desk with the "Analects" in his arms, and while reading it carefully, he asked, "Can you check it, how did you die?" ”

The child's voice is still very immature, but the tone is very calm.

The palace people were full of regret: "It is said that someone cut his throat with a dagger, and when he was not dead, he was hung on the eaves again." ”

Xiaoyu's white and tender little hand paused on the page, "Han Xuzhi is from the Great Zhou Dynasty, and there should be no enemies in the Wei State." The murderer hung him outside his aunt's bedroom, which can be seen as an intention to scare his aunt. Bengong guessed that it should be my aunt's enemy. ”

After he finished speaking, the little doll carved in pink and jade in the cradle next to him seemed to be woken up, and suddenly howled and cried.

His eyes were still fixed on the scroll, but he stretched out a small hand and gently shook the little cradle carved from pear wood.

After shaking it for a few moments, the little doll fell asleep sweetly again.

"Stand down." A light raindrop muffled the voice.

The palace people saluted and withdrew.

After she left, Xiao Yudi stared at the scroll, and a vague shadow of the book was reflected in the lacquered ink eyes, obviously not looking into it.

He pondered for a moment, closed the book, got up and stood by the cradle, sniffed the sweet milk, bowed his head and took a sip of the sleeping baby, and then turned away.

He didn't bring the palace people, and walked to the sea of books in Wutong Academy, carrying a glazed palace lamp, and crossed the heavy bookshelves until the end of the gloom.

It's so dusty that if you don't look closely, you'll hardly see a small wooden door hidden at the end.

He removed the pendant around his neck, which was in the shape of a golden key that could open the small wooden door.

The wooden door was opened, and the enduring Golden Beast Palace lamp was burned inside, and hundreds of rosewood bookshelves stood quietly in the light and shadow, and all the books placed on them were rare and rare in the world, and their value was far from being comparable to the books in the library outside.

The bookshelves are marked with red tape with the types of ancient books, and Xiaoyudi goes straight to the category of "strange stories", there are only a dozen books on it, and it is fast to read.

Xu was lucky that he only took out one copy of it, and he happened to see the Mi Xin he was looking for.

At the beginning of the change of the Great Wei Dynasty, the Great Wei Imperial Family wiped out the imperial family of the previous dynasty, but only missed the crown prince of the former dynasty who was obsessed with alchemy.

It is said that some people saw the crown prince being forced to the top of the vast mountain, devouring the elixir of immortality he had developed, and actually turned into a divine dragon, stepping on the clouds and mist, and became a god.

Some people say that it is not right, saying that the crown prince used his soul to exchange power from the ghosts and gods, and annihilated the people who came to capture him in one fell swoop, and then he was wiped out.

There are four or five other theories, but no matter what kind of speculation, the result is the same, that is, the crown prince of the previous dynasty has disappeared from the world.

However, in the decades that followed, there were people who met him in the streets.

Those who knew him said that after decades, the crown prince's appearance has never changed, as if he was immortal.

After that, rumors about the former crown prince gradually faded.

Xiaoyu didn't hold it steady, and the heavy ancient book fell to the ground, and an ancient portrait fell out of it.

He bent down to pick up the portrait and carefully unfolded it, only to see the man on the painting, describing him as thin and slender, wearing a black robe, with excessively thin lips with a mean meaning, and a pair of slender eyes with a feminine smile, like a poisonous snake hiding in the shadows, which was extremely uncomfortable.

He twisted the portrait carefully and muttered, "Is this the crown prince of the former dynasty?" Proficient in alchemy asked...... Could it be that he is really still alive in the world? ”

He knew that the 10,000-person white bone pit in the mountain behind Yong'an Temple was made for refining pills, and he had also secretly seen his aunt hiding and eating vermilion pills of unknown origin.

If the culprit behind all this is this man, then both the motive and the means are reasonable.

But if that man really had such terrifying power, I don't know how to destroy him?

With a slightly grim expression, he folded the portrait and put it in his sleeve, and continued to flip it down.

The book does not continue to talk about the former crown prince, but only records some strange things and anecdotes in history.

Xiaoyudi sat cross-legged in the secret room, and before he knew it, a whole day had passed, until the outside was getting westerly, and he was attracted by a strange story in the book.

The strange rumor is that hundreds of years ago, there was a monster in Yanjing City, and the sword could not kill him, and even if he was crushed to ashes, he would be reborn in the world in just a few years.

He turned back intently, and the second half of the strange news said that it was a Taoist who eliminated violence and peace, and specially went out of the mountain to help the court catch the monster, and under his guidance, the monster was tied up and thrown into the Xuanxin fire, and he was completely killed.

He stared at the lines, unable to recover for a long time.

What is this Xuanxin Fire?

Inside the Linwu Palace.

Shen Miaoyan looked at the sky outside that was getting darker, and paced back and forth in the hall with frowns.

More than a dozen palace maids knelt on the ground tremblingly, all of them were specially serving Xiaoyudi.

Shen Miaoyan walked around a few times, and suddenly swept the gold-painted tea set on the round table to the ground, glared at those palace maids angrily, and said sharply: "I told you to serve the prince well, but now I don't even know where he is, what's the use of me keeping you?!" Come on, drag it out and beat it to death! ”

When the words landed, the palace maids in all places cried in horror, and kowtowed to her and begged her to spare her life.

Xiao Yudian came in with her hand on the door frame and called softly, "Auntie." ”

Shen Miaoyan was stunned for a moment, turned his head and saw that it was him, hurriedly ran over and squatted down in front of him, checked carefully, and saw that he was not injured, so he was relieved and took him into his arms, "It's okay, it's okay...... it's okay."

She was worried for a day, for fear that Xiao Yudi would be captured by the Silent Demon Dao.

If Xiaoyudi is gone, she will die in the future, how can she have the face to go to see her brother and sister-in-law under Jiuquan?

Xiaoyudian raised her hand and motioned for the group of crying palace maids in the hall to retreat, then took Shen Miaoyan's hand, and took her to the window to sit on the soft couch, with a little solemnity on her elegant and white face: "Auntie, I found something in the library, and I think it will be very helpful to my aunt." ”

As he spoke, he repeated what he had seen in the afternoon, and showed her the portrait of the former prince.

Shen Miaoyan stared at the portrait, her amber eyes unpredictable.

This feminine appearance is no silence!

She clenched the portrait tightly and twisted the tip of her eyebrows, "Only Xuan Xinhuo can completely kill him?" ”

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