Sending them away, Qiu Zimo's only disciple, Lethe Chuan, entered the dormitory. He is a ghost cultivating into an immortal, and at the beginning, Qiuzi Moli was overwhelmed by the public and had to accept him. Therefore, whether it is Penglai or the immortal cultivation world, they all have a lot of complaints about him. Coupled with the fact that he later said rebellious words when he was drunk, saying that he liked Luo Ziyan, his reputation in the immortal cultivation world was completely over.

But his strength is here, the first master of Penglai, the first master of the immortal cultivation world. With such a background and cultivation, who would dare to come out and accuse him? The immortal cultivation world has always respected strength, and those people dare to chew their tongues behind their backs at most. Qiu Zimo has always been good-tempered, and he should be a breeze.

"Master, are you better? I've scared my disciples to death these days!" Lechuan came in with the medicine, saw that he was awake, the tray was placed on the table, he took a few steps, squatted on the edge of the bed and looked at him, his face was full of excitement, his nose was sore, he grabbed his arm and sniffed his nose.

Qiu Zimo looked at his childish appearance, and smiled, that smile was extremely gentle, extremely beautiful, warm as the spring breeze in March, "How old are you still crying, let those juniors and disciples see it, but they have been laughing at you for a long time." ”

Lechuan helped him up, leaned on a big pillow behind him, and muttered in his mouth, "As long as you can wake up, let them laugh at the disciples for a lifetime, and the disciples will recognize it!" Lowering his head, he was obviously a little embarrassed, he had lived for hundreds of years, and he was still crying in front of his master, which was a little unsightly.

"Everything is okay in Penglai, there hasn't been any trouble recently, right?" Qiu Zimo was afraid that he had a strange poison in his body, so he gave the demon clan and the demon clan the opportunity to attack Penglai. You must know that Penglai is the head of the Immortal Sect, and taking Penglai means that they are not far from destroying all the immortal sects in the human world.

"Don't worry, Master, everything is fine!" Lechuan came over with the medicine bowl and blew it, wanting to feed Qiu Zimo to drink the medicine, Qiu Zimo turned his head away, reached out and asked the apprentice for the medicine bowl. "Shizun is poisoned, and he didn't hurt his hand!"

"A few days ago, there were a large number of people from the demon clan wandering around the periphery of Penglai, and as soon as they saw our island protection barrier, they wilted. Lethe replied truthfully.

Qiu Zimo picked up the spoon and scooped a spoonful of black medicinal soup into his mouth, the medicinal soup entered the mouth, his brows furrowed bitterly, he choked on a cough, covered his mouth with a fist with one hand, and took the medicine bowl with the other, and made a gesture to put the whole bowl of medicine on the side of the small table, and no longer touch it.

"Master!" Lechuan wanted to help him pat him on the back, but as soon as his hand reached over, Qiu Zimo waved his hand for a while, "It's okay......"

Lechuan sighed and complained helplessly, "Shizun is still the same, drinking medicine is like going to the execution ground." ”

"The demon clan is not moving because it is afraid that we will lose both sides, but it will cheapen the demon clan. He diverted from the topic of medicine, supported his body with his hands, and had the posture of lying back, and knew that he didn't want to drink the bowl of bitter medicine soup at a glance.

"Master, medicine!" But Lechuan, who had no eyesight, didn't let him go, and pointed to the medicine bowl to remind him, with the intention of watching him finish drinking before leaving.

Qiu Zimo felt that the apprentice he had accepted was like a nagging mother-in-law, so he reluctantly withdrew his hands, reached out to pick up the medicine bowl, and poured the bowl of bitter medicine soup into his throat in Lechuan's smiling. Then there was another cough and retching, and I felt that medicine was really the most unpalatable thing in the world.

Lechuan came over with warm tea, "Master, you rinse your mouth!"

Qiu Zimo took the tea bowl, rinsed his mouth, and immediately sent another plate of maltose, "Let's eat some!" The person who came was dressed in a purple brocade robe, covered with a milky white gown embroidered with complex patterns, and wore a purple jade crown.

Qiu Zimo was a little stunned, he thought that the senior brother would continue to avoid him like a snake and scorpion, but he didn't expect the senior brother to come to see him. Instinctively, he raised his hand and took a maltose and put it in his mouth, and the sweet taste removed the residual bitterness from his mouth.

Lechuan packed everything up and went back to the hall, it's not that he doesn't have the eyesight to see it, it's really that the master can't afford to stop those foul words now. He has to protect his master, and there must be light bulbs in this hall now, the more the better.

Luo Ziyan flipped his hand and summoned, and three small medicine bottles as white as jade appeared in his palm, looked at Qiu Zimo and said, "This is the elixir refined by the head of the first sect Meng!"

Before Qiu Zimo stretched out his hand, Lechuan had already gone to pick it up, and thanked Luo Ziyan with a smile, "Thank you Uncle Shi for your trouble, Shizun is not afraid of heaven and earth, just afraid of this bitter medicine soup, now the disciple no longer has to watch Shizun drink medicine every day." ”

Being counted down by his apprentice like this, Qiu Zimo only felt embarrassed and coughed. Clearly told the apprentice that he was talking too much. But someone just pretended to be stupid, put the medicine on the side of the small table, and immediately patted him on the back, "Master, you are uncomfortable again." "It's very tactful to drive Lhotse away.

"Senior brother, have a good rest, I still have things to deal with, and I will come to see you in a few days." Luo Ziyan also felt that it was not appropriate to stay here, and he had the intention of avoiding it.

"Senior brother go slowly!" Qiu Zimo was accustomed to his senior brother's intentional alienation, did not complain, and was still polite. looked at the back of Luo Ziyan leaving, glanced at the three bottles of medicine again, slipped into the quilt, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

Lechuan sent Luo Zi to the outside of the Qiuhua Palace, Luo Zi Yan didn't say anything, and he didn't say anything. He is Qiu Zimo's disciple, Qiu Zimo treats him well, and he regards Qiu Zimo as the closest person in the world. Now that his closest people are trying to save this person, he is not dead or alive, and he naturally has a lot of resentment in his heart. He did all the etiquette he should have, and watching the people leave, he returned to the Qiuhua Hall without looking back, and continued to guard his master.

In the Dayong Dynasty, the royal family was happy, and the whole world celebrated.

Emperor Yong was in his thirties and gave birth to eight sons, only this one daughter, so the little princess became the darling of the entire palace as soon as she was born.

Thirty tables were set up for the full moon wine, and the tables were all dignitaries, and several ladies from the harem were also among them. Seeing Emperor Yonghuang hugging the little princess, smiling like a flower, and reluctant to let go for a moment, the group of women was like falling into a vinegar vat.

"Look, Your Majesty has never been so happy to have given birth to so many princes. ”

"Fortunately, it's a princess, if it's a prince, there really isn't a place for us to stand. ”

"It's just a girl, if she gets married after more than ten years, what else will happen to her. ”

The queen's heart was even more sour, when she gave birth to the prince, she had never seen the emperor laugh so heartily, and the words she said became mean, "Who made you not give birth?" I don't know if our Dayong Dynasty does not lack a prince and a princess?" The wine that was drunk in his mouth changed its taste, and the more he drank, the more bitter it became.

"Where is the lack of a princess in our Dayong Dynasty, and the lack of a child born by that woman. Your Majesty is Aiwu and Wu!" "It was Princess Nanyi who said this, and she was also sour. After all, before Bingxin appeared, relying on her identity, she was the emperor's favorite person. Well, now all her favor is gone, and it has been taken away by that woman.

These words were a real slap in the face, and the queen flew away with a knife in her eyes, and her eyes were full of resentment and anger after being pierced in her heart. This woman actually poked her heart with words at this time, it's damned. She has endured her for a long time, she used to have the favor of Emperor Yong, she couldn't touch her, but now that the favor is gone, who cares about her life or death? Thinking of this, a cruel smile appeared on the queen's lips......

"Your Majesty, did the princess take a name?" the wine was drunk, and the minister who had good things to do asked the emperor.

"That's it, I'm going to feast my ears today!"

"It's ......"

"The princess is the heir of the Xianmen, and she will protect me for thousands of generations. The sycophants immediately followed.

Emperor Yong looked at the little girl who was giggling in his arms, as if she was dreaming, and her heart was soft, "Lovesick! Her mother is the fairy I miss in my heart, and now she has got her wish." Very good......"

"Yes......" As soon as these words came out, the hall was full of approvals and echoes, "Well, good name......"

That night, the drunken Nanyi princess hanged herself in the palace. Early the next morning, the palace maids entered the hall to serve and saw a person hanging on the beam, and suddenly the basin and cloth towel in their hands fell to the ground, and the screams pierced through the clouds and mist, "Ah...... Mother......

Rumors flew all over the palace for a while, some said that this lady couldn't see Bingxin being favored and couldn't think of committing suicide, and some said that Princess Acacia died of death.

Only the five-year-old child, kneeling in a blank white, knew best that his mother had been strangled to death.

My father has a younger sister, will he not love him anymore?

Children are like this, they can't sleep when they have something on their minds. He slipped into the concubine's bedroom with the sleeping maid of the night watch on his back and wanted to talk to her, but he found that the door of the concubine's dormitory was wide open, and the two men in black were holding the tied white silk, and the other was holding the concubine and putting her head in the white silk sleeve. "Help ......" The mother concubine who woke up was too late to shout, and the masked man jumped up and knocked the mother unconscious with a knife.

He was frightened, peed his pants, and saw his mother hanging in the air, and he lost the ability to think, the strength and courage to shout.

"Let's go!" Hearing the people inside, he mechanically moved behind the pillars, for fear of being discovered by them.

This poor and pathetic child is the seventh prince of Dayong - Yin Potian.

Time flies, and fourteen years have passed in the blink of an eye. When the hour came, her daughter hadn't woken up yet, and Bingxin took the palace maid into her daughter's bedroom. Seeing the scene in front of her, Bingxin's brain exploded, she wondered why she had never taught her daughter to practice immortal arts, but her daughter had become a qi refining cultivator, looking at the colorful spiritual power fluctuations outside her daughter's body, she knew that her daughter had advanced to the twelfth layer of qi refining.

"Say, who taught you the fairy arts?" she was dressed in a milky white palace dress, holding a feather duster in her hand, and stared sternly at the little girl kneeling in the hall.

Acacia was wearing a white middle coat, and her black hair was scattered behind her like a cloud. She hung her head, still unable to hide her delicate facial features, and said aggrievedly: "No one really teaches me, people just often dream of Master." ”

With a "snap", the feather duster hit Acacia's back, and her tears suddenly fell in pain, "Father...... Father, save me!"

The palace maids and eunuchs on the side saw their little master being beaten, and they were distressed and helpless. Two clever ones, one leg had just stepped out of the hall, Bing Xin flicked his fingers, and a spiritual power imprisoned them. Suddenly, there were two more "wooden people" at the threshold and the palace gate, with exaggerated frightened and helpless expressions on their faces, which made the other palace maids laugh, and they couldn't laugh yet, and they couldn't laugh one by one.