The blood flowed more and more until Shangguan Yu's eyes slowly closed......

Wu Ling smiled sadly, raised her wrists, overlapped her left and right hands, overlapped them and pushed them in front of Shangguan Yu's chest, and then twisted the thumbs of both hands, and gently swung three times at the injured place of Shangguan Yu, and three points of light emerged from Shangguan Yu's chest, gradually conjuring into golden incantations.

Reciting the ancient mantra recorded in the ancient spirit scroll in his mouth, the curse of breaking the sword and sealing the blood, in an instant, the blade on Shangguan Yu's chest quickly healed as if it had never existed.

The spells in the Regretful Spirit Spell were already difficult to control, and Wu Ling didn't expect that the spells in this Ancient Spirit Scroll were even more difficult to control.

Especially this spell, which is almost equivalent to bringing the dead back to life......

After casting a set of spells, Wu Ling actually felt a little dizzy in front of her eyes and shook twice.

Although the curse of breaking the sword and sealing the blood, although the person who is cursed will be healed no matter how many injuries he suffers, the price is that the wounds of the injured person are transferred to the spellcaster, and there will be different degrees of backlash.

A smell of blood rippled in her throat, Wu Ling swallowed, and saw that Shangguan Yu had eased up.

"Wu Ling......" Shangguan Yu slowly opened his eyes, the pain in his chest disappeared, and in his place, an endless stream of vitality rippled from his chest.

Why didn't he die? Is it all his Nanke dream?

But the blood stains on his chest and the cicada wing knife that fell to the ground proved that all this just now was real, not a dream.

"Shangguan Yu has been killed, I hope you remember what you said." After Wu Ling finished speaking, she turned around and flew away.

Shangguan Yu touched his heart in a daze, there was no wound at all, as if he had never been injured, only a pool of sticky blood.

Wu Ling had already disappeared, and Shangguan Yu looked at the large cuckoo blooming opposite the pear tree and sighed.

I don't know when I started to like cuckoos.

Pear trees and rhododendrons, no matter how many years they come, can't they grow together?

Well, since this is her choice, then he will remember what he promised and will no longer be involved in political affairs.

As soon as Wu Ling left the courtyard of Shangguan Yu's house, she couldn't control the sweetness in her mouth, and a mouthful of blood overflowed from the corner of her lips, turning into a complex flame that swirled around her face and disappeared.

With a wry smile, Wu Ling was glad that his monster's body was not afraid of flames, otherwise it would not have become a sensational joke to be burned to death by his own blood......

When I returned to the Emperor's Mansion, it was already evening, and the evening breeze in early summer was a little cool, blowing so that the pedestrians on the road were forbidden to their chests.

"Princess, you're back!"

As soon as he got off the carriage, he saw Shi Lan standing at the door of the Emperor's Mansion anxiously calling to himself.

"What's wrong?"

If it weren't for her anxiety, Wu Ling wouldn't even bother to speak, and when she opened her mouth, her mouth would be full of bitter and bloody taste, which even she herself hated.

"A group of people have come to the mansion and threatened to take you away, princess, go and hide!"

Wu Ling was silent and turned to enter the mansion.

"Princess! Hey, don't go in! Shilan shouted from behind.

Sure enough, as soon as she entered the courtyard, Wu Ling saw a large group of people standing noisily in the inner hall, Shuo seemed to be there, and the subordinates surrounded a group and watched the excitement outside.

"Princess, princess, don't go in!" Shilan still followed behind, chattering non-stop.

When a group of people saw Wu Ling coming back, they all made no sound, lowered their heads and whispered something, but all of them fell into Wu Ling's ears.

"It's her, it's her, the seventh princess, no wonder I've never seen it, why does it look so strange."

"The face is quite beautiful, my mother said that the face is red, and that's what she said."

"Didn't you see her red hair and red eyes? It must be the Heavenly Fire Demon Maiden, and this matter is inseparable from her. ”

"Yes, yes, it is said that the Seventh Princess is scorching, and even Brother Ma has said that he saw the flames thrown out of this witch's hands with his own eyes."

"What do you mean?" Wu Ling looked at those people coldly.

As early as at the door, she heard what was being said by these people.

It's nothing more than pestering Shuo to ask for an explanation and explanation, suspecting that Wu Ling is inseparable from that fire.

It's just that Brother Ma, is it Ma Qingfei?

When did she throw flames in front of Ma Qingfei?

"You have no evidence, how can you slander the princess like this!" It was Jin Rong who spoke, and her pretty face was full of fierceness, which scared several people to tremble.

"It's her! If it weren't for her, how could she have brought this heavenly fire! A young man retorted.

Wu Ling looked at these people coldly, and there were few people she knew.

In fact, Wu Ling will contact those ministers except when the queen mother gives the task, and she will come back after killing, and the rest don't know at all.

So who is standing here and arguing now, she doesn't know very well.

"Tianhuo Tianhuo, said it was Tianhuo, if it was a demon girl, would she stand here and let you point your nose and scold!" Jin Rong stared at a pair of sharp eyes, and took out the attitude of training his subordinates when he usually took care of the Emperor's Mansion to discipline these unreasonable officials.

"Then how do you know that she is not the Heavenly Fire Demon Maiden?" One of the men asked rhetorically.

"I don't know what the Heavenly Fire Demon Maiden is, but in your mouth, she is full of flames wherever she goes, right? The princess has lived in the Emperor's Mansion for four years, and she hasn't seen any fire! Let's have fun! ”

Everyone was speechless, only one man spoke softly: "If you are a normal person, you will not burn your own house." ”

"Then you can answer for me, what is the Heavenly Fire Demon Maiden?" Jin Rong suddenly smiled and narrowed her eyes, and made a gesture of 'asking the adult to inform the little girl'.

"Red-haired and red-eyed, good at making flames, cold-blooded and ruthless, killing people without blinking......" The man saw that Jin Rong seemed to be defeated, and he was even more arrogant.

"Stop!" Jin Rong hurriedly stopped.

"It's true that the red hair and red eyes are true, but if you say that you are good at making fire, cold-blooded and ruthless, and killing people without blinking, all of you who are here have already been burned to death by the princess! How can you still stand here and scream! ”

A group of adults were dumbfounded by Jin Rong, a little woman who appeared out of nowhere.

Wu Ling and Shuo still watched silently, this kind of thing, Wu Ling couldn't speak, explained it or not, it was the same.

Shuo even let Jin Rong scream and scold fiercely, not angry but laughing.

"It's useless to talk too much! It must be a scourge for this demon girl to stay, so the emperor will expel her! ”

When everyone saw that they couldn't argue with the little woman, they aimed their artillery at Shuo again.

"She is the righteous daughter of the emperor, and she is on the side of the Second Highness, how can you keep her?"

"yes, yes! She is the emperor's person, and she can't stay in your mansion. ”

"If you insist on keeping her, then the old man will no longer explicitly allow you to be the emperor's son!"

Everyone was gossiping, Shuo Yun sat in his seat and listened, expressionless and did not say a word.

"What is the Emperor Emperor?" Wu Ling turned her head and asked Shilan.

She knew that the honorific title of the ordinary black-eyed emperor was Xingzun Emperor, and the silver-eyed emperor was the Holy Emperor, but she had never heard of what Emperor Zun Dizi was.

"It's a title, a rank, although the emperor is the eldest son, he should inherit the world, but because our emperor has not yet finally established a candidate, it is only the rank of the holy emperor, if the throne is determined one day, it is the emperor and the heir of the mandate of heaven." Shilan quietly explained.

Wu Ling nodded, understood.

The emperor is the prince, and he is the emperor who will rule the world in the future.

Wu Ling shook her head and chuckled, a touch of bitterness in her heart......

Shuo Longqi is added, no matter how others hinder him, he is still the future emperor, and ascending to the dragon throne is a fateful thing, and no one can change it.

Mother, Mother, all this is fate, when will you wake up?

Shuo, he is destined to be the emperor.

No matter how many people you let Wu Ling kill, it won't help......

At this time, the group of people in the room all looked at Wu Ling with hateful eyes, they should all be supporters of Shuo. Wu Ling thought that many of his supporters had died at his own hands in the past three years, and it might be a bit far-fetched to say that he would not show a drop of water, and it would inevitably leave some clues for them to suspect him.

Wu Ling remembered that when she assassinated one of the officials whose name she couldn't even remember, she was seen by a little girl, and she couldn't bear it for a while, so she let it go.

There are many, many more such situations, and her red-haired and red-eyed appearance is easy to remember, so she is not surprised at all to be suspected.

In her heart, she even faintly expects that all this will come out, so that everyone doesn't have to be so tired.

The group of people was still chattering, Wu Ling was silent, and neither did Shuo, until the group of people said that their mouths were dry, and the two of them just looked at it calmly.

"His Royal Highness the Emperor, no matter what, you have to give us a result today, this is not the first time, even if this matter has nothing to do with her, the old man thinks she is unknown." An old-fashioned voice appeared.

Wu Ling tilted her head and found the person who spoke, as if she had seen it.

She thought about it carefully, and remembered that he was the old man who urged the emperor to rest at the funeral banquet of Concubine Ying three years ago.

After a long time, Shuo slowly spoke.

"Ladies and gentlemen, no matter how many times you say it, I will also make it clear that she is my sister, and not an evil creature in your mouth, a witch. Since ancient times, the country has changed dynasties, and there will inevitably be such incidents, and everyone has no evidence, how can this crime be imposed on her? ”

Shuo's voice was like a gentle breeze, but the intention of refusal was obvious, indicating that everyone was making trouble unreasonably.

"In short, if you don't drive her back to the emperor, the old man will no longer care about your succession." The old man became stubborn, and with a pout, he let go of his cruel words.

"Haha...... You're always casual. Shuo got up, stroked his cuffs, and walked to Wu Ling's side in a slumped dress, looking leisurely.

"You ......" the old man was speechless and looked at Wu Ling hatefully.

"Wu Ling, there will be a banquet in the palace tomorrow, can you accompany me?" Shuo looked down at Wu Ling, full of smiling invitations, and those silver eyes, like a river after the winter snow melted, trickled with a spoiling color.

A room full of angry faces in estrus, waiting to see the reaction of the 'demon girl'.

"Okay." Wu Ling nodded, a cold light flashing in her eyes.

Since these people call her a demon girl, then she can really turn into a demon.