Sword Xiaoluo, Heavenly Sword Xiaolan imitation, human-level high-grade.

The memory of the not very long ago is vivid, the situation at that time is like yesterday, Feng Zhiping clearly remembers the appearance of Yiren when he accepted the sword, but he didn't expect to see it again, it was here.

Admit a mistake?

No way!

There are not many imitations of the heavenly sword Xiaolan, there are only a handful of them in the world, he was lucky to get a gift to Yiren, as an expert in using swords, he recognized the wrong knife and the wrong gun, and it was impossible to recognize the wrong sword, the hilt of this sword was the one he handled, and the scabbard was carefully selected and replaced!

This is Xiaoluo!

You Shuang'er's Xiaoluo!

How did it get here?!

Feng Zhiping suddenly looked at the platform, staring at Yuehuang's veil, his eyes were like a torch like a torch about to burn through the damn heavy veil, and his spiritual sense poked out, but he was blocked at the edge of the cloud platform, where there was an invisible obstacle that could not be penetrated.

Is it her?

No, her surname is You, not You, she said it herself.

She, lied to me?

At this time, the maid Xiangyun had already pulled out the long sword, only half out of the sheath, and the snow-bright sword body and the beautiful cloud pattern of the blade attracted the eager eyes of many experts present.

"Good sword!"

"It seems to be an imitation of the Xiaolan sword, I don't know what the grade is. ”

"It shouldn't be bad, it looks like at least the human level is of the highest grade!"

Zhuge Quan didn't look at the sword, but kept looking at Feng Zhiping.

Feng Zhiping's gaffe was seen by many people, but he was the only one who heard his suppressed surprise, he was full of curiosity, and his eyes gradually moved from Feng Zhiping's body to Yuehuang.

Xiangyun showed it for a week, and said crisply: "The name of this sword is [Water Moon], which is the beloved thing of my princess, and it is dedicated today to someone who is destined." ”

Destined for someone?

Many people's eyes lit up and they heard the mystery in the words.

It is not yet known who will choose the horse, but if you can get this sword first and become a "destined person", the opportunity will naturally teach others a lot.

"Interesting, show it to Hongu. Chao Heming grinned.

Zong Zhengran laughed: "You look first, why?"

Chao Heming's eyes froze, and before he could speak, he heard a loud shout.

"Impossible!"

Feng Zhiping stepped on the table and jumped out and pounced on Xiangyun, which immediately attracted a burst of exclamations.

"Presumptuous!"

"What a gut!"

Chao Heming was cold, and jumped out of the table with a slap, and the last one came first, hitting Feng Zhiping with one palm, and grabbing the [Water Moon] sword with the other hand.

"Get out!"

"Fuck off!"

The two shouted in unison, Feng Zhiping did not retreat and palmed it up, a muffled wind swept across with a "poof", both sides took three steps back, Chao Heming stared at Feng Zhiping with a smile, his eyes were full of consternation.

Feng Zhi ignored it, ignored the churning of qi and blood, turned around and went up again, stretched out his hand to grab the sword.

"Give it to me!"

"The son of the world is self-respecting!" Xiangyun twisted and staggered, not wanting her hair to be grabbed, and suddenly became angry, "You...!"

"Let go!"

Feng Zhiping grabbed the scabbard and pulled it back hard, Xiangyun was angry, and immediately pulled out the sword from the sheath and wiped it on the wrist that stretched out.

"When I'm that idiot?" A move wrapped his hand around Xiangyun's sword-holding hand and held it, Feng Zhiping said coldly, "Lao Tzu doesn't pity Xiangyu and cherishes the jade, let go!"

Xiangyun refused, holding on to it, Feng Zhiping glared at him and did what he said, and punched Xiangyun in the shoulder socket.

Xiangyun was in pain, and half of his body was unconscious, but he still clung to it with a sense of energy.

At this time, Chao Heming killed, and his palm was combined into a knife and went straight into the palace: "You dare to be rampant!"

Feng Zhiping was furious, holding Xiangyun's hand and focusing directly on Yuan Li, Xiangyun screamed, and retreated like a hot old iron, who expected that she would be stuck as soon as she moved her neck, Feng Zhiping even carried her with a sword to block Chao Heming.

"Stop!"

You Wanli drank lowly, Chao Heming hesitated and withdrew his palm.

Feng Zhiping didn't hear it, grabbed Xiangyun's neck and lifted the person, his eyes slowly wandering between her and Yuehuang.

"Where did this sword come from, say!"

Yuan Li was retracted at the touch of a button, and Yuzhu's feedback made him completely sure that this sword was [Xiaoluo], not [Water Moon] at all.

Xiaoluo is here, You Shuang'er must also be here, and it is estimated that Yuehuang is likely to be You Shuang'er, but this thought was only extinguished after rolling around in Feng Zhiping's heart.

Because, it can't be.

Because, Yuehuang is a princess and a princess!

Tianyuan has a law, the children of the official eunuchs are strictly forbidden to worship the Jianghu sect, at most they will be a registered disciple like Feng Moxiu, otherwise they will be deprived of their good nationality and removed from the clan, and they will not be allowed to return to the white body within three generations.

The official eunuchs are like this, let alone the royal family. Number One

There are countless masters in the big house, who practice martial arts and seek Taoism?

What's more, Yuehuang has been frail and sick since she was a child, and when she was sick, it was difficult to get out of her room several times, how could she risk dragging her sick body all the way to Cangshan to seek art, and she could still worship under Han Fengxue's door?

Unless the emperor is insane!

So Yuehuang can't be You Shuang'er, this sword has another origin, it is very likely...

Feng Zhiping's eyes were red, and he slowly looked at his father.

"You... Did you find her? You killed her?"

Feng Moxiu was stunned, poured himself a drink, and was content.

"That's not right!" Feng Zhiping asked himself and muttered, "She is Fairy Han's apprentice, you are Fairy Han's junior disciple, you can't kill her with reason!

Feng Zhiping thought for a moment, and gradually had a guess, and his expression was sad and angry.

"It's not to kill, it's to chase! You found her, didn't you? You drove her away, and took her sword, and gave her to take it out at this moment, so that I could mistake her for Shuang'er, so that I could be that shitty colt, right? And you!"

Feng Zhiping looked at Zhan Qianwu.

"You know, right? So you don't dare to look at me, you haven't dared to look at me today, you're afraid of showing cowardice, right?"

Zhan Qianwu lowered her head and was expressionless, as if she was talking to herself in the air.

"What are you crazy about, let people go!" Sheng Zhongzhang drank coldly.

"You know that, right?" Feng Zhiping looked back, his eyes full of disappointment, "You must know, otherwise you wouldn't cooperate with them." ”

Chao Heming got closer, staring at Feng Zhiping, recalling the feeling of fighting over and over again, pondering what he was talking about, but he couldn't guess these words at all.

Zhuge Quan's eyes were playful, he figured out a little meaning, looked at the cloud platform and then looked around, and quietly gestured to his own prince, signaling to retreat for the time being, and wait and see what happened.

The more Feng Zhiping thought about it, the more he felt that he had guessed correctly, and at the same time guessed the reason why these people were so calculating.

Heaven!

Legend has it that the existence related to immortals is mysterious, weird, and appears and disappears without warning and irregularity, only Qiankun Pavilion knows some clues, but refuses to reveal half a sentence when killed.

It was these people who immediately began to calculate after learning that they might be celestials, to be precise, it was the old emperor You Wanli who was calculating.

He wanted to tie himself to his side, King Zhan did not hesitate to lose face and took the initiative to dissolve the marriage contract, it is not clear whether the old man was involved or not, but it must be the cause, there are only two people who know that they are celestials, he and Lian Wu, it must be that he leaked the news to the emperor, which triggered the heavy design in the back.

What a loyal servant!

What a humerus!

keeps saying that it is for his own good, but it turns out that it is not for his official position?

No, he's doing it for his own good, indeed.

Marrying a princess and being a colt, the princess is still sick and may hang at any time, he has paved a solid golden avenue for himself, but this is not what he wants.

"Let go of her. You Wanli slowly spoke, his tone was unquestionable, "Feng Zhiping, I miss that you are young, and I can tolerate playing inferior, but my patience is limited, and you are too much." One last time, let her go, otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless. ”

Feng Zhiping laughed miserably: "Love, heh, rare!"

"Shut up!" Sheng Zhongzhang Huo Ran got up, scolded sharply, and then knelt down to You Wanli, "Your Majesty, this son is young, he has been undisciplined, offended the Holy Authority, and I hope to forgive my sins." ”

"No!" Feng Zhiping said coldly, "I am not rare of you, I only care about the same thing-You Shuang'er! Your Majesty, if you want to kill or scrape me today, I only ask you to tell me one thing, how is she?

"She's dead. Yuehuang spoke for the first time, her voice hoarse as that of an old woman, "This matter has nothing to do with my father, it was my people who killed her, and the sword was brought back at that time." ”

"Kill..."

Feng Zhiping's brain buzzed, he was dizzy, his body shook and he was steady, and his voice was fluttering: "Why?"

"Because this palace needs a secret medicine to continue her life, and that medicine lacks a medicine to induce, she is the most suitable. ”

The hoarse voice was harsher than the glass with his nails scraping the frosted surface, Feng Zhiping's brain was buzzing, and he stood in place in a daze.

"That's it?"

"That's right!"

"That's a human life!"

"It's her blessing to be able to contribute to this palace!"

Feng Zhiping closed his eyes and raised his head, took a deep breath, opened his eyes again and lowered his head, his eyes had returned to calm.

"Your Highness is right, your life is indeed more precious than her gold. ”

Feng Moxiu stared suddenly, his heart felt bad, and his afterglow swept to the side, King Zhan's palm slowly opened and closed, and his eyes were about to move.

"Say less. You Wanli also noticed that something was wrong, and gently patted Yuehuang.

Yuehuang couldn't stop talking, her veil shook and she seemed to raise her head, looking down at Feng Zhiping.

"Indeed!"

"Okay, good! The princess is quick to talk, which is very much in line with the heart of this palace, and this palace is sure to marry you!" Chao Heming smiled and stroked his palms, his eyes full of appreciation.

Yuehuang didn't look at him at all, and looked at Feng Zhiping through the veil, even if he couldn't see it, Feng Zhiping could feel the provocation behind the veil.

"That's true..."

Feng Zhiping muttered and repeated, and suddenly smiled.

"Your life is indeed more expensive than hers, and she must be happy to be buried with such a valuable funeral goods as you. ”

"What are you talking about!" You Wanli glared angrily and said in a dark voice, "Feng Zhiping, you are too presumptuous, do you know what you are talking about?

Feng Zhiping was about to sneer, when he suddenly saw Yuehuang turn his head to comfort his father, and a gold-inlaid wooden hairpin that was completely inconsistent with her identity was revealed on the high flying immortal bun, he was stunned, his anger subsided, and he was shocked.