The moonlight was quietly sprinkled in every corner of the Hundred Flowers Palace, and it was also reflected on the beautiful cheeks of the palace maid on the willow branches, if Zhu Yunxi saw it, it was estimated that his jaw would immediately fall to the ground in shock.

Wen He!

This person wearing the palace maid's costume turned out to be the innocent little girl Wen He beside him!

Her gaze was cold, but at the moment it was full of doubts.

"Luan Yu?"

"Why is she here?"

"And it seems that he is so close to the lady in the palace, and the demeanor between the words is not like the master and servant at all, could it be that the Hundred Flowers Gate and this Hundred Flowers Palace still have some kind of connection?"

She felt very curious, looked up and looked at the three words of Baihua Palace on the palace gate, and finally confirmed that the emperor was not in Baihua Palace today, she couldn't help but shake her head, and her figure flashed, and she disappeared into the endless darkness.

The palace at night was exceptionally quiet, the eunuchs and palace maids finished waiting for their respective masters, and they all began to rest, and the palaces everywhere were bright or dark, and occasionally there were sporadic figures shaking, probably the palace maids and eunuchs who were not finished yet.

The figure in the moonlight was as fast as lightning, drifting like a puff of green smoke in the darkness, and even if someone saw it, they would think they were dazzled or hallucinated.

She seemed to be unable to discern her direction, like a headless fly, floating up and down the vast palace, stopping occasionally to look at the huge plaque hanging from the palace.

"Where the hell is the Qianqing Palace?"

"Why does every palace in this palace look similar?"

Wen He let out a questioning murmur and stopped in front of a palace.

There was a faint sound of the footsteps and slight chattering of eunuchs and maids in the palace, apparently the owner of this palace had not yet slept peacefully.

A moment later, a little eunuch held a large wooden barrel in both hands, and walked towards a row of flowers and trees outside the hall, muttering softly:

"Isn't Liu Guiren blindly tossing people, bathing at this time every day, don't you know that the time for His Majesty to turn over the brand has long passed?"

He walked to the foot of the flower tree with the bucket, bent down to drain the water from the bucket, and when he looked up, he saw a woman's face staring at him closely.

This face is beautiful, but it is frighteningly pale under the reflection of the moonlight, just like the legendary female ghost.

The little eunuch's eyes widened suddenly, and before his mouth could make any sound, he was tightly grasped by a hand around his neck.

Then his body flew up and disappeared into the row of flowers.

"Where is the Qianqing Palace?"

The woman's voice came coldly, and it was clearly a very young girl.

The little eunuch looked at the woman in front of him in horror, but found that the hand holding him had become transparent, and he could even see the blood and bones in his flesh and bones clearly.

"Mom, I must have met a ghost!"

He exclaimed in his heart, his body couldn't help but start trembling, and he hurriedly pointed in one direction.

"Be careful, if you dare to scream, I will kill you!"

The female ghost in the eyes of the little eunuch shouted coldly, and let go of the hand that was holding his neck.

The little eunuch gasped, raised his hand to the left and said:

"Walk through the two palaces in front and turn right, pass through the imperial study and then turn right, pass through a corridor and then turn left is the Qianqing Palace."

As soon as the words fell, he felt that he was numb all over, lost consciousness in an instant, and fell limply under the flower tree.

"Little father-in-law, I have wronged you."

Wen He's body shook, and he swept out in the direction that the little eunuch had just pointed out.

A moment later, she came to the front of the Qianqing Palace, but she frowned slightly.

Qianqing Palace is surrounded by an open space, without any trees, at this moment everything is silent, there is no eunuch or palace maid in and out, if you want to get close to the Qianqing Palace, you will inevitably expose your body alone in this open space.

Wen He took out a black veil from his arms and put it on his face, only revealing a pair of cold eyes, and then on tiptoe, it floated towards the main hall of Qianqing Palace like a puff of green smoke.

But just as she approached the five zhang of the main hall of the Qianqing Palace, an invisible force surged, as if there was an invisible wall of qi, making her figure unable to advance for half a minute.

She flew out upside down in an instant like an electric shock, but a cold snort came from her ears:

"Where did the little girl doll come from, she dared to break into the Qianqing Palace at night."

This voice sounded very small, but it was very clear in Wen He's ears, obviously the person who spoke was afraid of disturbing the emperor of the Qianqing Palace, so he used the sound transmission to send the sound to her ears.

Wen He's figure fell, his eyes flashed, and he found that on the towering eaves of the Qianqing Palace, a middle-aged man was sitting, looking at him with a smile.

"Who is this person? Why is the skill so high? ”

A hint of surprise flashed in Wen He's eyes, the qi wall just now was surging, but it was not released, obviously the other party was merciful without figuring out his identity.

As soon as he thought of this, Wen He's figure rose into the air again, but it flew towards him at a high speed.

The middle-aged man at the top of the hall was unfathomable, and she was not sure that she would be able to subdue him in a very short time.

Moreover, the fight between the two will inevitably arouse the vigilance of the rest of the guards in the palace, and it is estimated that they will not be able to leave if they want to.

The man on the top of the hall didn't move, still smiling at Wen He's figure flying backwards quickly.

"Let's go back!"

A voice sounded in Wen He's ears again in mid-air, and with this voice, a sword shadow suddenly shot out in front of her eyes, roaring towards her.

Wen He was not panicked, she didn't seem to be worried that her palm would be injured by the rain of swords.

Ten slender and slender fingers grabbed at the sword like eagle talons.

Ding!

Her nails seemed to be dotted on the sword shadow, her body was extremely distorted, and with a turn, with the power from the sword shadow, she flew back upside down at an incredible angle.

Under the cold moonlight, an old man in green clothes appeared in front of Wen He, looking at the brilliant short sword in his hand in a daze, as if he didn't expect someone to retreat in the shadow of his sword.

Wen He was shocked by the sword qi, the black veil on his face rose and fell, and he tried to adjust his internal breath, only then he was shocked to find that two more middle-aged people appeared beside him at some point.

The two men, a man and a woman, motionless like a statue, looked at themselves quietly.

"Little girl, can you tell me why you are here?"

The voice of the middle-aged man on the top of the hall sounded clearly in Wen He's ears again.

Wen He frowned, didn't speak, just slowly raised his hands.

Under the moonlight, her ten slender fingers were becoming transparent at a speed visible to the naked eye, and although the black veil covered her face, the forehead part of the entire black veil also became transparent in an instant, and she could faintly see the dense blood veins and skulls inside.

Seeing this scene, the man on the top of the hall took the lead in snorting, and several other people also flashed a trace of surprise in their eyes, and they all let out an exclamation:

"Suzaku? Nine Shades Vermilion Bird? ”

A trace of complicated emotions flashed in their eyes, and they secretly raised their skills to the limit, and their bodies moved, encircling Wen He in the middle in a triangle.

Wen He was a little inexplicable, he didn't understand what the so-called Nine Shadows Vermilion Bird in the mouths of these people was, and his body shot fiercely, rushing towards the woman on the left like a wind.

She could see at a glance that only this woman had the weakest skills among these people, so she chose this direction as her breakthrough without hesitation.

The middle-aged woman looked at Wen He who was shooting out, and a trace of hesitation and fear flashed in her eyes, but at this moment of hesitation, Wen He's hand was already enveloped with a cold breath that penetrated into the bones.

The middle-aged woman was horrified in her heart, instinctively stepped back, and there was a stabbing sound in her ears, and the placket on her chest was torn instantly, revealing an emerald green belly pocket.

It's dangerous!

If she was half a minute slower, she would definitely be disemboweled by Wen He's claws!

Wen He naturally wouldn't let go of this excellent opportunity, and his body flew out towards this gap without stopping.

But at this moment, there was a buzzing sound in her ears, obviously the sound of a secret weapon breaking through the air.

Wen He didn't panic, he grabbed it with his backhand, but he felt a sharp pain suddenly come from his finger, and then he found that a thin silver needle was inserted on his index finger.

It was an ordinary embroidery needle, shivering in the moonlight, and making a buzzing sound.

With the trembling of this embroidery needle, Wen He felt a majestic breath pouring into his body, and his chest was like a heavy blow, and with a whoosh, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Humph! Han Silkworm Glove is not indestructible, go back and tell Qingmo that I, Wang Jinghong, are waiting for her at any time. ”

In the open space in front of the Qianqing Palace, Wang Jinghong's thin figure stood like a javelin, and there was a thin embroidery needle between the thumb and index finger of one hand.

Wen He endured the sharp pain between his fingers, took a deep look at Wang Jinghong, and his figure disappeared into darkness in an instant.

"Lao Wang, that girl shouldn't be the descendant of Suzaku, right?"

The middle-aged man on the top of the main hall fell lightly beside Wang Jinghong and asked urgently.

Wang Jinghong nodded slowly, and the pain in his eyes flashed.

"Posterity? And Han Lin'er's descendants? ”

"Giggle......

He chuckled abruptly, turned around slowly, and walked into the main hall of the Qianqing Palace.

His steps seemed to be a little staggering in the moonlight, looking so old, and the suffocating silence made several people behind him couldn't help but feel an inexplicable sadness.

"I seem to have said something wrong?"

The middle-aged man scratched his head and muttered to himself.

The middle-aged woman gave him a blank look, covered her chest and said:

"Qingmo is a thorn in his heart, if she doesn't die, this thorn in Lao Wang's heart will never be pulled out."

The old man in Tsing Yi who raised the sword shadow in the sky before sighed, and said with some emotion:

"Back then, the four protectors of the Ming Sect were respected by the Nine Shades Vermilion Bird Qingmo, and she and Lao Wang were also an enviable pair of immortal couples, but I didn't expect that something like that would happen later."

As soon as these words came out, everyone was a little silent, as if they remembered a lot of things back then.

After a long time, the middle-aged woman shouted at the middle-aged man:

"Old Dragon Monster, why didn't you make a move just now?"

"If you had taken down that little girl earlier, you wouldn't have alarmed Lao Wang."

The dragon monster showed a hint of embarrassment, rubbed his hands and said:

"I thought that a little girl, your copper lady would be able to catch it."

The middle-aged woman called the Copper Lady blushed, and immediately jumped up and grabbed the ears of the old monster Long, and said angrily:

"If I hadn't heard and thought of the Nine Shadows Vermilion Bird all of a sudden, would you think that little girl would have hurt me?"

Speaking of this, she suddenly felt a chill in her chest, and then she realized that the old dragon monster was staring at her chest without blinking.

"You still watch!"

The copper lady was ashamed, stomped her feet and shouted, and her body flew out directly.

Looking at the back of the copper lady, the old monster scratched his head again, and muttered in his mouth: "Yima Pingchuan, what's so beautiful." ”

As if he had suddenly remembered something, he asked the old man with a childish face:

"What kind of kung fu did you say Wang Jinghong did just now, why haven't you seen him use it before?"

The old man shook his head:

"An embroidery needle? I haven't seen it either. ”

He sighed, and continued: "Old Wang's personality seems to have changed greatly over the years, and he always gives people a strange feeling, but he can't tell where the fault is. ”

The old dragon monster was stunned and said, "Could it be that this old king has learned to embroider like a woman?" ”