At night, the underground of Yun'an City.

Stomp ......

The sound of slight footsteps sounded from the narrow tunnel, from far to near, and then a palace lamp appeared.

The Queen Mother dressed up as a wealthy lady, lit vermilion rouge, shrunk her neck slightly, and walked slowly in the deep tunnel.

Hongyu was holding the palace lamp in her hand, holding the waist of the Queen Mother, hugging each other very tightly, looking left and right from time to time, and her eyes were obviously a little timid:

"Mother, let's go back, if we run into something dirty......"

"Shh

The Queen Mother held a silver dagger in her hand to protect her chest, made an unruly appearance, and said:

"The queen mother of this palace, how can she be afraid of the lonely ghosts outside? Even if there are not long eyes that pop up, there can be magic weapons in the hands of this palace, and the light opened by the masters of Yuxu Mountain ......"

Hongyu knew that the 'phoenix gall' in the hands of the Queen Mother was a rare famous soldier, and Xuanji Zhenren specially gave it to the Queen Mother to strengthen her courage, and it was indeed enlightened.

But what Hongyu was worried about was not the haunting at all, but whether she would be punished and punished if she sneaked out without telling the secret guards.

After a while, Hongyu walked away, and then began to retreat again:

"Otherwise, Niangniang should go back and run around outside, in case something happens......"

"Let's go out and go to King Jing's Mansion, and let the people arrange a few masters to be guards. If you don't want to go out, go back by yourself. ”

Hongyu has been playing outside for two months, and she can't stay in the palace for a day, so she definitely wants to go out for a stroll, so she still follows with her head after a little entanglement, and said in a low voice:

"If King Jing trains me later, Niangniang will have to help say a good word......"

"Got it."

"Where are we going? Sycamore Street? ”

"Hmm...... The Night Terror Hall was named the Duke of the Kingdom today, such a big thing, it stands to reason that this palace has to come to the door to congratulate......"

"Huh? According to the rules, it should be the night boy who enters the palace to greet the mother, how can there be a reason for you to come to the door to congratulate......"

"Alas, it's all the same. Later, you will go to the street and buy a roast chicken as a congratulatory gift......"

"Huh?!"

……

Tianshui Bridge, inside the new house.

Because there are few people in the house, the lights have been turned off in the house just before nightfall, and the back house is brightly lit.

There is a viewing tower in the northeast corner of the house, on which you can see the night view of the Nanxun River, at this time several maids gather on the terrace, watching the liveliness of the street.

Night Terror Hall itself has no special feelings about the knighthood, but Sanniang and even the eldest aunt understand what the concept of hereditary repudiation is, and since the founding of the country, there have been nine seals, and eight were sealed when the country was founded, such as the Jiangzhou Qin family, the Yazhou Wang family, etc., if the Night Terror Hall is not because it has a foundation in the Xihai Tribes, no matter how high the personal martial arts are, it will not be able to squeeze in.

With such a big reward, the Pei family followed the light, and it was impossible not to express it, so the eldest aunt, Mrs. Zhang, directly set up a flowing water banquet on Tianshui Bridge, invited the shopkeeper to the banquet, and also gave out red envelopes, how lively the scene is can be imagined.

Although there is no shelf in the night terror hall, but the banquet is for the shopkeeper at home, he personally ran over, and it is estimated that no one will dare to move the chopsticks, so he stays at home and buries himself in dealing with things.

Zhe Yunli likes to be lively, so she took Ping'er to eat the banquet, while Pei Xiangjun was afraid of the familiar shopkeeper and asked about the aunt and nephew of the 'kiss and kiss', so he stayed in the house and discussed safety issues with Fan Qinghe.

At the beginning of the lanterns, the plum blossom courtyard.

The elegant courtyard is extremely quiet, and the windows of the study room in the main house are lit up with bright yellow lights, reflecting the silhouette of a man's profile.

In the wing room on the west side, Fan Qinghe sat on the small couch in the living room, with all kinds of clothes and daily utensils in front of him, carefully inspected by the lamplight, and said:

"In the future, when I eat at the Night Terror Hall, I will use this pair of chopsticks, and I will carry them with him...... The Night Terror Hall has practiced the fire bath map, and is not afraid of Qimen poison, but the maids at home can't bear it, remember to tell them, don't go out easily, eat and wear things, you have to check it again and again before you can touch it, and to serve the Night Terror Hall, you have to pass your eyes first......

Pei Xiangjun, as a person from the rivers and lakes, knew the power of the crooked sects in Beiliang, and said about it:

"The maid is easy to talk about, and she is obedient. But the other girls ...... For example, King Jing and Lu Zhenren, it is not clear when Jingtang will come into contact, in case it ......"

"King Jing's protection is far stricter than ours, so don't worry about it. As for the surname Lu, no matter how stupid the people of Beiliang are, I am afraid they will not think about starting from the surname Lu, and they don't have to worry, it is Ling and Yunli......"

When Fan Qinghe said this, he raised his eyes and looked at the charming Sanniang:

"Don't be careful. You have to take care of the housework, you have a lot of contact, and you have sex with night terrors at night, which can easily become a breakthrough. You'll also have to take out the objects that you often come into contact with in the Night Terror Hall and show me it; For the sake of insurance, my things will also be shown to you, but you can't leave it to chance and hide it. ”

Pei Xiangjun was a little hesitant when she saw this, but it was a matter of the safety of the night terror, she didn't dare to slack off, hesitated for a moment, but got up and came to the dressing table, and took out the jewelry box, rouge gouache and other things:

"I haven't bought anything new lately, these are all things I bought before, so it should be fine."

Fan Qinghe sat on the side in front of the couch, opened the lip fat box first, carefully inspected it by the lamp, and after making sure that there was no problem, he opened the delicate jewelry box again.

The three-tiered jewelry box is filled with all kinds of jewelry, and there is a red silk cushion on the bottom, on which are placed two small jade radish, one engraved with verses, and the other engraved with peace in and out......

？

Fan Qinghe blinked, looked at it slightly, and asked:

"What kind of jewelry is this? Where did you wear it? ”

Pei Xiangjun's cheeks were a little hot, but his demeanor was maintained very well:

"The small ornaments sent by Ning'er are useless."

"Oh......"

Fan Qinghe looked like an ornament, so he didn't delve into it, and instead picked up a flower and bird hairpin placed separately in the lattice:

"This hairpin is so beautiful, but it looks like I haven't worn it for a while......"

"It should be a token of love from the girl, I don't know whose it is, he has no place to put it, so he puts it here for me."

"Oh......"

……

On the other side, the main house.

Because the yard is quite large, the west wing and the main house study are diagonally opposite, and there is still a little distance.

Night Terror Hall sat behind the desk, holding the file sent by Hei Ya in his hand, and he was also eavesdropping on Sanniang's fooling Miss Fan, but the two of them were afraid of disturbing him, so they spoke very quietly and listened intermittently.

There was a lampstand on the desk, and the warm yellow light illuminated the jasper tortoise knick-knack next to the pen holder.

The big bird, who was tired of playing outside, kicked the little wooden donkey dangling with his claws, tilted his head to look at the night terror, and sometimes raised his wings to make a gesture, which meant that he was asking why the night terror hall didn't work hard to write like a poached egg, so that he could go out to eat if he finished writing early.

The night terror hall consulted the files, in addition to the reception of envoys for two days, there were also various secrets of the rivers and lakes that the black government collected, as well as the records of Xiaoshan Fort and the Dayan court.

These are all things entrusted by Sect Master Xue, and there are a lot of records, but the Night Terror Hall has been watching it for a long time, and I don't see anything special.

After being busy for an unknown amount of time, the chatter in the West Chamber had not yet ended, but there was a slight movement outside the study.

Night Terror's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his eyes to look at the door of the study, but saw Xuanji Zhenren, who was dressed in white like snow, leaning against the door at some point, holding the Hehuan Sword with his arms around his chest, with a touch of red on his cheeks, and a little unhappy under his eyes.

"Tsk~"

The bird jumped and spun around, raising its wings in greeting.

Xuanji Zhenren walked into the study slowly, closed the door with her feet, came to the table and picked up the cute birds, put them outside the window, and then closed the window.

Click~

"Tss

Holding the file in both hands, Night Terror Hall looked at the stunning beauty who closed the doors and windows, cleaned up the idle birds, etc., and subconsciously sat up a little straighter:

"Fairy Lu, you are preparing ......"

Xuanji Zhenren's eyes were not good, just like a stunning demon girl who was ready to ask the chivalrous master for his guilt, he slowly walked to the Taishi chair, his hips rested on the desk, and slowly flicked open the Hehuan sword.

Cha~

"Eh, ......"

Night Terror Hall hurriedly pressed Fairy Lu's hand and pushed the sword back:

"If you have something to say, can I offend Fairy Lu again? When? ”

When?

Xuanji Zhenren dared to ask this when he saw the Night Terror, and his eyes became more and more dangerous.

Last night she wanted to talk to the Night Terror Hall, but the Night Terror Hall passed the boudoir and did not enter, she thought she wanted to catch the old man, so she waited in the house to compete for patience, but as soon as her eyes closed and opened, the sky was bright.

The Night Terror Hall was in the upper court in the morning, and Xuanji Zhenren didn't say anything, so he drank in the garden pavilion, waiting for the Night Terror Hall to come over.

It turned out to be good, as soon as my eyes closed and opened, it was dark again!

Xuanji Zhenren has always acted freely, it doesn't matter why she is unhappy, now she just wants to solve the person who makes her unhappy.

Click~

Xuanji Zhenren put the snow-white saber on the desk, supported the table with both hands, and tilted his head to look at the somewhat innocent night terror:

"Why didn't you come into the house yesterday?"

There were a lot of things going on in the Night Terror Hall from yesterday to today, and his mind didn't stop for a quarter of an hour, and when he saw that Fairy Lu was displeased, he knew that he had accidentally snubbed it. He stood up and motioned for her to sit down:

"I've been a bit busy these two days, just thinking about business, it's my negligence, come and sit, I'll make you a cup of tea."

Xuanji Zhenren did not sit as she was told, but supported the table, sat on the edge of the desk, rested her right leg on her left leg, and hummed softly:

"I don't dare to sit on your chair, who knows what you did with the girl on the chair yesterday~"

Night Terror Hall poured a cup of tea and walked back, and when he heard this, his eyes were a little strange.

After all, he finally put Sanniang on the table yesterday, which was about the same as the position where Xuanji Zhenren was sitting.

These things, the Night Terror Hall is not easy to point out, sat down on the chair again, and handed the teacup to Xuanji Zhenren:

"What can I do...... Come for tea. ”

Xuanji Zhenren was wearing a white skirt, the texture of the coat was like a cloud veil, under the light of the lights, like a white fox with an idle posture, she glanced at the teacup handed over, and did not answer:

"In the middle of the night, lonely men and widows, what's the point of drinking tea?"

？

When Night Terror Hall heard this, his mind cleared up a little, put down the teacup, and looked at the fairy in white in front of him:

"Yes. What does Fairy Lu find interesting? I'm all cooperative. ”

Xuanji's dangling white embroidered shoes shook gently, and her calves rubbed against the arm that Night Terror Hall put on the armrest:

"Before this lamp, talking about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, it is quite interesting to think about it. I'm good at this, or I'll teach you how to practice calligraphy, and you can copy this booklet and show it to me. ”

Yes?!

Seeing that Xuanji Zhenren was actually about to punish him for copying the book, the Night Terror Hall showed the same bitter look as Yun Li, and looked at the file on the table that was estimated to be thousands of words:

"This ...... I'm a martial artist, and I can read the handwriting......"

Xuanji Zhenren bit her lower lip, raised her hand slightly, and her fingertips ran across the perfectly curved placket:

"The rewards and punishments for the teacher are clear, if it is well written...... Uh-huh~"

！！

Mommy......

Where can the Night Terror Hall withstand this test, and the fighting spirit was provoked on the spot:

"Talk your word, don't lie to me."

"How can a teacher fail to keep his word and discourage the students."

Xuanji Zhenren sat on the table, leaned over slightly, and left a lip mark on the cheek of the Night Terror:

Kiss~

"Now you believe it?"

The interest has been given, how can Night Terror not believe it?

Night Terror Hall smiled, brushed his sleeves to grind ink, and took out white paper.

Xuanji Zhenren came over at night, obviously not to give welfare, and when he saw that the night terror hall agreed, he took a sandalwood paperweight from the table:

"Learning literature and martial arts is a big deal, don't take it as a joke, if you don't write well, you won't be spoiled as a teacher."

Night Terror Hall knew that it was not so simple, and asked with a brush:

"What is a good way to write it?"

"It's good when I say it's good."

“？”

When Night Terror heard this, he understood the meaning - Shui Shui just wanted to hit him.

has been smacked, and the night terror hall has no opinion, and immediately began to copy the dossier in earnest.

The Nanmu desk is pale gold, the paper is the pen mountain inkstone before, the beautiful woman in white sits on the table, the perfect buttocks are almost on the right hand side of the night terror hall, no matter how it is written, this scene is indeed pleasing to the eye and envious of others.

In order to complete the task, Night Terror Hall did not look at the willow waist and buttocks next to him, and carefully copied it - ten years of Jianwu......

As soon as he copied four or five words, a ruler grabbed his wrist.

Night Terror Hall paused, looked at the neat handwriting, raised his eyes and said:

"Questions?"

"Hold out your hand first."

"Uh......"

Night Terror nodded helplessly and stretched out his handboard.

Syllable~

Xuanji Zhenren made a dignified and quiet appearance of the division commander, patted the palm of his hand, and then pointed to the handwriting with a ruler:

"The muscles and bones are sparse, formless and rhymeless, your handwriting is like Yang Guan on the dock, it seems to be powerful and thoughtful, but in fact, there is no doorway inside, and it is not in the stream at all."

Born in the night terror hall dart bureau, the handwriting can be understood, and they are already considered high-achieving students in Liangzhou, where have you studied this, he asked:

"How do you have muscles and bones?"

Xuanji real person turned the paper around, picked up the pen and wrote down the words "spring boudoir unbearable" at will, the pen was light, the pen stopped the pen elegant and calm, not to say the words written, just looking at the action and demeanor felt pleasing to the eye.

When the four characters were completed, Night Terror Hall looked carefully, although the appreciation ability was not high, but it could still be seen that the strokes were natural, and the overall look even had three points of commotion, and seeing the words was like seeing people.

“……”

Night Terror Hall observed for a moment, and felt in his heart that it was estimated that he was similar to Yang Guan's current appearance, and he felt that there was a difference between cloud and mud in his heart. He asked:

"This is a hard kung fu that pierces through stones, and in a few years, I'm afraid I won't be able to practice it."

"How many years?"

Xuanji Zhenren was a little funny: "Give you ten years, you can practice these seven points of skill, and you can count your understanding as good." ”

Night Terror Hall doesn't believe it, after all, writing and practicing martial arts are all hands-on skills, and it is difficult to become a faction of their own, but to learn like a cat and a tiger is nothing more than hard work. He thought for a moment and said:

"You write it again and show it to me."

Xuanji is also a good teacher who is conscientious, and he raised his pen again and wrote:

The pen walks the dragon snake

This time, the stroke of the pen has changed completely, the words are like silver hook iron paintings, the force penetrates the back of the paper, and every stroke seems to have a sharp sword energy, and the word dragon and snake seem to jump out of the paper.

After Xuanji Zhenren finished writing, he was satisfied with his head and handed the pen to Night Terror:

"I know that you learn kung fu quickly, if you look at it once, you can copy a seven-point portrait of a cat and a tiger, and I will let you see the new pants that the teacher bought yesterday."

？！

Faced with this reward that cannot be missed, the pressure suddenly comes.

Night Terror took a deep breath, first cleared his distracting thoughts, then took the pen, closed his eyes and began to practice.

On the attainments of calligraphy and painting, the night terror hall is not as good as the tiger girl, without years of accumulation, can not be done like a god.

But being able to write and writing are two different things.

What Night Terror Hall has to do now is not to write its own style, but to copy the characters of Xuanji's real people.

This is a trick, if the pen is used as a weapon, and the handwriting is the scratches left on the paper after the move, then this pair of night terrors is not difficult.

There are traces in front of him, and he just needs to come up with the optimal solution that can leave such traces, and reproduce them in the most accurate way.

The way of practicing calligraphy in the Night Terror Hall can be regarded as a martial arts that only seeks to resemble the form, not to write it, but to 'draw' it, which belongs to the crooked road.

But it can't be said that this method can't be done, because martial arts only seek to resemble the form, and can only be practiced into a show; And the handwriting is exactly the same, that is, it is exactly the same, at most, it is considered to have trained itself into a human flesh copier, without its own style.

Xuanji Zhenren sat next to him and waited, and it could be seen that he was sitting in the night terror hall, and after closing his eyes for a long time, it seemed that he was asleep, and he didn't mean to write at all. She tilted her head slightly and teased:

"If you can't do it, forget it, the teacher won't laugh at you, at most make a hand."

Night Terror Hall didn't react, and his mind quickly disassembled one stroke at a time, looking for the most suitable movement strength, and then contacted Xuanji Zhenren's hand movements just now, and gradually merged together.

Time passed quickly, and just when Xuanji Zhenren couldn't wait and wanted to raise his hand to shake it, Night Terror opened his eyes, brushed his sleeve with his left hand, and dipped the pen in his right hand in the inkstone, and then wrote on the white paper:

But that's it

Night Terror Hall's hand movements are definitely not as light as Xuanji's real person, and his body feels a little tense, but the flaws are just that.

When Xuanji Zhenren waited for the first stroke to fall, his eyebrows were furrowed, and he felt that something was wrong.

When the four characters were completed, the peach blossom eyes obviously widened a few points.

As for the good or bad handwriting, there is no need to repeat it too much, and the four words "pen walking dragon and snake" next to it, such as the hand of one person, the same strokes, it looks as if it was deducted from the side and moved over, and it is completely impossible to tell who wrote it.

The different strokes also maintain the overall style, and Xuanji Zhenren himself may be able to feel the difference, but if you change someone, you will definitely not be able to distinguish the authenticity from the fake.

Writing four words in the night terror hall is more tiring than pondering for several hours, but the sense of accomplishment is very high, so I picked up the paper and flicked it, and after careful comparison, I handed it to Xuanji Zhenren:

"Huh? Is this good or bad? ”

If it's written exactly the same, you can't evaluate whether it's good or bad.

Xuanji Zhenren took the paper and looked at it for a long time, and then glanced at the Night Terror:

"Hmm...... Your writing is too big and overkill, and it runs counter to the concept of calligraphy. Even if you write exactly the same thing, you are just imitating the appearance of your predecessors, and if you don't know what is inside, you will never become a member of the founding sect......"

A martial artist in the Night Terror Hall, and he doesn't expect to leave history with his calligraphy and paintings, he can just take it out to support the façade, and leans on the back of the chair at the moment:

"You just say it's okay."

“……”

Xuanji Zhenren is speechless, she can write exactly the same as her, pull it out and say less about beating ninety percent of the literati in the capital, there is no first in the text, and one percent is left, and she doesn't dare to say that she is stable, which is a good word for anyone to see.

Seeing that Shui Shui didn't speak, Night Terror Hall smiled, raised his hand to support Liu's waist, and moved Shui Shui horizontally in front of him.

Xuanji Zhenren dug the pit himself, gritted his teeth and had to fill it, but at the moment he just carefully looked at the handwriting on the paper, and said casually:

"You don't think it's insulting to Sven?"

"If you are willing to gamble and lose, you can't go back on your word."

Since Xuanji Zhenren couldn't hide, she didn't show the cowardice of her little daughter, but just like a scholarly beauty, she leaned on the table to read the words.

The skirt embellished with red plums was slightly pulled up, and the white calves suddenly appeared in the candlelight.

Night Terror Hall made sure that Shui Shui didn't kick him, and he didn't show an overly angry expression, just looked at it by candlelight as if he was appreciating the flawless beauty.

Soon, the pure white bow came into view, the fabric was tightly sealed, and the light in the room felt a little brighter.

！！

Night Terror Hall looked up and found that Xuanji's cheeks were still a little red, but they were covered by drunken blush.

Xuanji Zhenren seemed to be calm and generous as he encountered, but how could there be no waves in his heart, he swept the handwriting casually, waited for a while, and said softly:

"Have you seen enough?"

Suck~

Before the words fell, Xuanji Zhenren found that her buttocks were loose, her eyes changed suddenly, and she immediately pressed down the white skirt, but there was still something that was pulled out.

Night Terror Hall was kicked away by his feet and hit the back of his chair, his hands hidden behind him, and he was serious:

"Enough is enough, so be it......"

Chokew-

There was a cold light in the room.

Xuanji Zhenren's face was cold, like an enraged iceberg fairy, and the three-foot Qingfeng held the neck of the Night Terror Hall:

"Give it back to me."

Night Terror Hall felt that Shui Shui was so fierce, but he still shook his head:

"I'll buy you a new set tomorrow as compensation, this one was soiled by my hands......"

"You still haven't paid it back?"

Xuanji Zhenren's eyes were slightly cold, and he looked like he was ready to get up and grab it.

But before she could do anything, she noticed dense footsteps outside the courtyard, and the voice of words:

"The Queen Mother is coming, and the maid is far away to welcome ......"

"Don't be so polite, this palace is just fine at night, come out for a walk. Yunli, your Aunt Lu is not at home? ”

"I was still in the garden just now, why is it gone. Shocking cousin ~ The Queen Mother is here......"

……

Xuanji Zhenren's cold expression froze, and after glaring at the Night Terror, he quickly put away his sword, and leaped out of the back window silently, and then appeared on the courtyard wall on the side, and the idle and tranquil words came out:

"Why don't you notify me when you come out, I'll pick you up."

"The palace was improvised, and I just said hello to the departing person...... Why don't you come down? ”

"Heh~ It's cool......"

"Cool?"

……

Night Terror Hall didn't expect the Queen Mother to come, so she quickly got up and put away the white cloth, tidied up her robe and walked out, took two steps and hurriedly turned around to put away the works such as "Spring Boudoir is unbearable".

The Queen Mother suddenly came to the door, and Sanniang and Fan Qinghe both walked out of the house.

Xuanji Zhenren fell into the courtyard lightly, although the gas was no different from the past, but the walking posture was much more elegant, and he looked a little afraid to open his legs.

Night Terror Hall came out of the study, probably for fear of being beaten, and didn't dare to look at Fairy Lu indiscriminately, so he came to him and bowed:

"The Queen Mother."

The Queen Mother stood in the courtyard with the red jade, her demeanor was very graceful, and she didn't show too much expression when she saw the night terror, but just looked left and right:

"Where's the bird? I heard that it likes to eat roast chicken, so I asked Hongyu to buy one just now, just as you are a congratulatory gift for your knighthood, don't dislike it. ”

How could the night terror hall not understand the queen mother's intentions, where would she dislike it, took the oil paper bag, and looked for it in a blink of an eye, only to find that the bird who had just been thrown out of the window was squatting on the wall with his back to everyone alone, looking still sulking.

Night Terror Hall was a little helpless, and asked Yunli to comfort the birds, and he was ready to take the Queen Mother to the living room to sit.

The Queen Mother came to the house of the Night Terror Hall, although she didn't say it explicitly, but in her heart she really felt like visiting the wedding room, so she didn't want to go to the house to sit, so she naturally took Sanniang's arm and looked in the yard.

Sanniang and the Queen Mother are relatively similar in size, both are plump and moving gourd figures, and they look like sisters on the outside, only by hugging can they find the difference, one is very elastic in martial arts all year round, and the other is very soft.

Xuanji real people wandered around, looking fairy, just holding the Hehuan Sword and looking left and right; And Fan Qinghe found that the demon girl was a little quiet today, and she was surprised that she had been secretly observing, and quietly came to her and said with concern:

"Demon girl, are you menstruating?"

"Just drink too much."

……

A few people just walked around the courtyard, and soon turned the yard around, and the Queen Mother also went to the study to take a look, and found that her 'hawker buying chickens' was hung in the middle of the position, and she was indescribably satisfied, and then went to the west chamber to take a look.

Pei Xiangjun and Fan Qinghe were checking each other's belongings just now, and they didn't have time to clean up, so they were all on the table.

The Queen Mother glanced at randomly, and didn't want to go in, but after seeing something on the table, she was slightly stunned, and walked over again.

Sanniang on the side, her face stiffened slightly, but the Queen Mother saw her ornaments and hurriedly gave the night terror hall a look.

The night terror hall also wanted to stop it, but it turned out that the queen mother walked straight to the small case, picked up a pearl hairpin worn by the girl and looked at it, and her expression became a little trance.

Seeing this scene, the Night Terror Hall instantly understood who buried this hairpin.

Although he was a little surprised, but it was reasonable to think about it, he glanced at the Queen Mother and whispered:

"I used to pick it up in the palace."

The Queen Mother saw the hairpin that she wore when she was a child and was buried under the ginkgo tree to pray for blessing after entering the palace, and her heart turned a thousand times in an instant.

Although I don't know why the hairpin buried under the tree appeared in the hands of Night Terror, no matter what the reason, it seems to be the manifestation of the tree lord to her, or it is destined by heaven.

The Queen Mother rubbed the hairpin a few times and said:

"This hairpin is a style from Jiangzhou, but it's rare, can I give it to the palace?"

Night Terror felt that the Queen Mother wanted to talk to him about the hairpin in private, so she naturally nodded at the moment.

When they walked out of the room, and saw the bright lights outside, the night terror hall spoke again:

"It's very lively outside, why don't you go to the street together?"

As soon as the words fell, Night Terror suddenly found a chill on his back.

Looking at the afterglow, he could see that Fairy Lu was holding the Hehuan Sword, his eyes were very dangerous, so he hurriedly added:

"Fairy Lu, do you want to change your clothes? Dressed up too fairy, you must be looking at you all over the street when you go out. ”

Xuanji Zhenren was satisfied, turned around and went to the bamboo courtyard outside......

Thank you for the [Black-hearted Sniper] [Moon Cliff Spirit] boss of the alliance leader!

Recommend a million-word historical masterpiece of "Jing'an Hou", the quality is still very good~