The guards rolled again, stood up, and slashed at Shangyang like a whirlwind, anyway, he killed the queen's mother.

Shangyang didn't hide or hide, standing like a pine, only a small pumpkin face was flushed.

It doesn't matter, as long as the body is not red.

The guard only felt that a machete was like a pile of cotton, and it was soft and inaccurate, and then there was a strong force from the tip of the knife, as if someone was born to kick it on the blade, kicking it away, and he was also carried back by this force, and one could not stand, and his feet were facing the sky.

Ah, I can't see that the young master of Pingyang has actually practiced the Admiralty iron cloth cover!

The guards were still looking at the blue sky and white clouds, and Fu Feiyan ordered someone to reward him with five taels of silver, and drove him out of Qianshan Garden.

Shangyang unloaded the enchantment at this time, and was about to express her attitude to Fu Feiyan with a happy face, but she had already waved her sleeves: "The sixth prince has been handed over to you, you teach him this skill." I'll go and ask the Holy One for a position tomorrow!" ”

She said quickly, turned around and left.

Shangyang was about to say thank you, but there was no one in front of him.

Fu Feiyan returned to the Wanqing Palace, and excitedly told Xuan Liuyao about the matter of Qianshan Garden, and said at the end of the dance: "Liuyao, coax Mr. Shangyang well, learn that skill back, and the queen mother will be much more relieved." ”

He rolled his eyes slowly, this kind of ability, your son and I have already knew.

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In just a few days, Shangyang became a young master, and he was given a small mansion outside the palace. From then on, he could enter and leave the palace openly in the name of the young master of Shangyang.

His food and clothing, the four treasures of the study, and Fu Feiyan have all arranged them.

At noon on this day, the little yellow men brought in the lamb slices prepared in the stove and the meal, all kinds of side dishes, and two pots of jade Manchun, full of two bookcases put together.

This mutton is not an ownerless live sheep conjured up by Xuan Liuyao, but a meal bought from outside the palace.

Shangyang looked at the table full of wine and delicacies, and sighed very emotionally: "I have the intention to plant flowers and flowers all over the ground, and I have no intention to plant willows and willows into the shade." ”

"What do you mean by that, sir?"

"Those who seek power gain power, and those who seek purity also have power. However, power and snobbery are all floating clouds, and only by keeping the truth can it last for a long time. ”

Xuan Liuyao had understood this kind of truth in his previous life, he no longer asked, only chatted about gossip: "Mr. Pingyang Young Master is twin brothers, how old is Mr. now?" ”

"Don't hide it from Your Highness, the old man is now more than nine hundred years old, we knew when we were born that a thousand years old is a pass, if we can live past a thousand years old, we will be two thousand years old, if we can't pass it, we will live to the end."

"Sir has been on earth for nearly a thousand years?"

"yes, old man." Shangyang sighed while scalding a lot of meat slices for him.

The aroma permeated the outside of the room, and the two little yellow doors that were so hungry that they could almost hear them swallowing their saliva. Shangyang scalded two more bowls of meat slices, added some snow-white mutton soup, and beckoned them to take it.

The two pots of Yulouchun were already empty, and the other pot had been dumped more than half.

Xuan Liuyao was also a good wine person in his previous life, although he had not yet raised wine worms in his stomach at this time, he also remembered the taste of fine wine, and a pair of eyes fell on the wine jug and lingered, and even his fingers were ready to move, and quietly stretched out towards it.

Shangyang took the wine jug and put it at his feet: "In the future, the old man will not drink in front of you." Although wine tastes good, it is a bad thing, hurting the body, hurting the condition, and delaying things. It is better for the six princes to touch less. ”

I think he's had an old story.

Xuan Liuyao took a sip of soup and smiled in his heart.

The laughter in my heart did not stop, and there was a burst of laughter outside the room, dry as dried fish in the autumn sun, and it was uncomfortable to listen to.

The two looked towards the door, and a thin and white-haired little old man walked in, it was a young master of Pingyang with a frown, who must have heard that his brother was also serving in the palace, and he came to visit.

Shangyang pouted slightly, and his face was not very pleasant: "Are you here to congratulate me?" ”

Pingyang got straight to the point and said directly: "I'm here to persuade you to go." ”

"The palace is a good place, if you stay, I can't stay?"

There is something in Pingyang's words: "Yes, I'm afraid it's not good for the six princes." ”

Shangyang sneered: "I'm here, he'll be fine." ”

The two stopped talking, only staring at each other coldly, murderously swishing.

After staring at it for a long time, even the aroma in the room seemed to condense, and if there was anything like nothing, it was almost impossible to smell.

Xuan Liuyao's eyes were sour, and he blinked, and looked at the warm pot on the table, but he didn't know when the mutton soup in the pot had curdled into a fat paste.

He looked under the pot again, and he froze.

The charcoal under the pot was still burning with a dull flame. He looked carefully into the hot pot again, and it was true that the soup in the pot was frozen. It's as if the pot is saying to the coal: You burn yours, I freeze mine.

This...... He had never seen anything like it.

When I raised my head, it was even more terrible.

Snow and hail fell on top of the hot pot.

The snow on the left side and the hail on the right half are distinct, falling into the warm pot with a dingding dong, and then overflowing from the pot, slowly floating, stopping between Pingyang and Shangyang, as if waiting for something.

And suddenly, in an instant, the snow and the hail collided and mingled in one place, and the impact swirled around like a madness, and as if stirred by a strong wind, a blizzard fell in the valley without seeing the light of day.

Although the snow flakes are thin, they are more numerous, and countless snowflakes besiege a crystal hailstone.

Gradually, the flakes of snow and hail were damaged in the battle, and there were fewer and fewer of them, and gradually only a dozen small groups were still entangled.

Suddenly, the snowflakes seemed to change their formation, gathering into several inches of crosses, and the head of the frame was as sharp as a needle, and they were aimed at Shangyang in unison. However, the hail suddenly dispersed, forming an ice mist, blocking the snowflake needles, and then a white mist dispersed, and the snow and hail were gone.

The broth in the pot boiled at this moment, and the scene just now seemed to have never happened.

Pingyang opened his mouth again, and his tone was cold: "Originally, I would protect the six princes." ”

Shangyang did not back down: "Now that I am protecting me, I will only protect him from beginning to end." ”

"Well, don't die before me."

"Naturally, we live and die together."

"Not necessarily." Pingyang snorted coldly, threw up his sleeves and left.

He came with a gust of wind, and when he went, he brought nothing, took nothing with him.

Shangyang's cold face softened, and he became a loving little old man again: "Come, eat." Not scared, right? ”

Xuan Liuyao shook his head. This kind of carving insect tricks...... It's almost immortal, and it's like witchcraft, and sure enough, people don't die because of demons. Fortunately, there are only two people in the world, if there are more, wouldn't it be chaotic?

Shangyang didn't know what he was thinking, and smiled: "The sixth prince is really a young hero, and the old man's vision is very ......accurate."

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In the dead of night, Xuan Liuyao pondered alone in the dark.

He sat on the edge of the bed, his fingertips rubbing, and white snowflakes fell from the sky, shimmering in the darkness. And with another mot, hailstones smaller than pigeon's eggs fell on his head, cold and painful, and rolled on the ground with a tinkling of bells, so frightened that he wanted to run and close the door of the house.

He hurriedly picked up the hailstones that had fallen on the bedding, and watching them bounce on the ground, he stretched out his hand and pointed: Sure!

The hail beads seemed to pause, and then rushed to fall.

It's still time to practice again. Xuan Liuyao thought in his heart, but a bright light flashed in front of him, he raised his eyes and saw a thin light outside the window, which suddenly went out.

What is that?

He had doubts in his heart and quietly walked out of the West Wing.

There didn't seem to be anything out of the ordinary, the courtyard was quiet, looking up at the dark blue sky full of twinkling stars, and the air was so quiet that there was not even a single breeze.

He looked at it for a long time, turned around and was about to go back to the house, remembered something again, closed his eyes and urged the heavenly eye of the Mud Pill Palace, and finally saw clearly that the entire Wanqing Palace was wrapped in a transparent enchantment.

The barrier glowed with a cold light, and it was tightly covered.

He looked at Qianshan Garden in the void, there was no light in the garden, but the door of the garden opened and closed, and Shangyang was walking inside. I think it was he who put up an enchantment for the Wanqing Palace just now.

Xuan Liuyao opened his eyes, smiled quietly, and went back to the house.

Shangyang said that he would protect him, it's true.

He remembered the spirit fox who had entered the fallen immortal pool together at that time, and pinched his fingers, and the hexagram fell in the empty palace, so ethereal that there was not even a single snowflake.

Is it coming yet?

Xuan Liuyao sighed, and casually took another hexagram to calculate the spirit snake.

It turned out to be an empty palace.

How can it be?

He saw it in the Lingfu Mountain of the Immortal Realm with his own eyes, and when he went in to look for it, it had already disappeared, so he naturally jumped into the pool. Why didn't it come to life when it jumped in front of it?

Oh, Xuan Liuyao probably figured it out, he was an immortal, and he had some friendship with the fairy who arranged to enter the WTO, so he must have been arranged to go to the front.

Early reincarnation, early detachment.

Hey, the world is lonely, Xuan Liuyao sighed in the dark, closed his eyes and fell asleep silently.

Probably because there is no wind, I slept extra well tonight.

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Next, Binh Duong never came to trouble again, as if he had forgotten about his fellow brothers.

The days before the winter were particularly cold, and the snowflakes fell flutteringly, falling on the stone road, soaking into a little water mark, and slowly, the wet marks became more and more, and the little snowflakes slowly spread up, becoming a thin layer of white.

On this day, Qianshan Garden rested, and a charcoal basin has been set up in the main house of the Wanqing Palace, which is warm and warm.

Fu Feiyan sat on the couch, holding warm tea in her hand, and Xuan Liuyao sat beside her, holding a copy of "Thousand Character Text" in her hand and pretending to read, but her eyes crossed over the top of the book, looking at the white snowflakes fluttering outside through the gap in the warm curtain at the door of the house.

A palace maid opened the warm curtain and walked in: "Niangniang, Ah Jiu brought it, and she is waiting outside the door at this time." ”

It had been more than three months since he had seen Ah Jiu, and Xuan Liuyao felt a burst of excitement in his heart, and couldn't help but stand up. Fu Feiyan squinted at him silently, she had warned him before not to be too concerned about the palace people, it was easy to be exploited and harmed.

So he sat back, his eyes still looking beyond the book.

Fu Feiyan didn't seem to be in a hurry to let Ah Jiu in, she drank the warm tea slowly and methodically, until the tea bowl bottomed out, and then asked in a deep voice, "Is it clean?" ”

The palace maid replied: "Yes, I washed it, changed into clean clothes, my hair has been shaved, and my body has been used with Chen Aixun." ”

"Let him in."

"Yes."

The warm curtain was lifted, and a thin snow came in, causing everyone to shiver silently.

Fu Feiyan couldn't help frowning.

The man who came in was skinny and had sunken eyes. The lips are even more bloodless, and the whiteness almost blends into the whole face. A layer of blue and black stubble on the scalp resembles a harvested wheat stalk.

He stood with his eyes down, as quiet as a dead man.

If he hadn't said that this was Ah Jiu, Xuan Liuyao almost didn't recognize him.

Fu Feiyan turned his head to look at him: "I saw it with my own eyes, don't you feel relieved?" ”

But he did not answer, but only wrapped up in tears, so apologetic that he could not speak for a while.

She was very dissatisfied with his sentimentality, if he hadn't always asked Ah Jiu how he was, she would have sent Ah Jiu away. Now that he didn't speak, she took it as his acquiescence: "Okay, let's send it to the court." ”

The court is the place where the small yellow door in the palace is arranged.