The sound of the piano was melodious, and a group of people stood in the distance.

The man at the head was tall and tall, dressed in fancy clothes, with a sinister face, and said, "Who is that?"

The palace man beside him immediately replied: "Your Majesty, that is where Zhaoyi Niangniang's cold palace is located." ”

"Zhaoyi?" the monarch seemed to be remembering when there was such a lady in the palace.

The palace man reminded: "When this lady was just canonized, she was sent to the cold palace by you because she refused to serve in bed. It's been more than three months now. ”

Jun Shang looked sideways, listened to the sound of the piano that implied sadness, and unconsciously walked towards the courtyard.

The maid stood outside the courtyard and waved the handkerchief in her hand to Cheng Zhaozhao excitedly.

Cheng Zhaozhao nodded, then stopped playing the piano, leaned on the end of the small bridge, and sang: "I don't see you every day...... Boom ......"

When the king heard this poignant singing, he couldn't help but look towards the courtyard with the door wide open, but saw a woman with her back to the direction of the gate.

The palace people beside him had a look on their faces, and said: "Your Majesty, listen to this Zhaoyi Niangniang's meaning, these days are regretful every day, and I wash my face with tears all day long." ”

The maid outside the door had already knelt on the ground and said, "The king forgives the sin, my mother suffered from the wind and cold back then, and she didn't want to infect the king, so she refused to sleep with the lady." Niangniang has been thinking about you for a long time, and she is sad here every day. I also hope that the king will hang the curtain and forgive my mother once. ”

The palace people couldn't help but look at the king, and saw that the king seemed to be thinking, and couldn't help but say: "I heard that Zhaoyi Niangniang's appearance is unparalleled, and she plays the piano well." ”

"Yes, my mother has been practicing the piano since she was a child, if you are willing to listen, my mother will be happy to ......"

The king interrupted the maid and said, "Okay. Spread my will. ”

"Yes!" the palace man was overjoyed and glanced at the little maid.

The little maid leaned over at the moment.

Jun Shang said: "Zhaoyi is pretentious and scheming. The disobedience to the decree is the first, and the resentment is the last. Come on, drag it down—the rod will be killed!"

Hearing this, Cheng Zhaozhao, who was leaning on the side of the small bridge, suddenly suffocated, and the 'huh' in his mouth suddenly stopped.

She turned her head to look outside the courtyard in disbelief, only to see the back of the gentleman throwing his sleeves away.

Cane...... Cane to death?

It shouldn't be, she demolished the stage before she even started this play!

Until she was mercilessly dragged out by the palace people and killed with a cane, Cheng Zhaozhao didn't understand that her tricks of hollowing out her head didn't work.

After being killed by the cane, Cheng Zhaozhao naturally returned to the center of the Jindan Trial Tower, and when she flew down from the second floor, she heard Elder Xingyi laugh and said, "What's the matter, this level is not easy to break, right?"

It has been more than a year since the Jindan Trial Tower opened, and she has already broken through to the one hundred and eighth level.

Cheng Zhaozhao picked up the teapot, poured himself a cup of spiritual tea, and said, "Elder, what are you doing, my beauty trick still doesn't work." ”

"I can only say that you don't know anything about Gong Dou. ”

"I'm—"

"The routine is too old-fashioned and full of flaws. Xingyi shook his head in disbelief.

Cheng Zhaozhao is depressed, this level is called the Opera Palace, every time you enter, you will touch a different plot, and only by completing the task can you pass the level.

"That's not even your old age, what's the point?"

Xingyi said seriously: "You don't know anything about Xiaoyi, these first 100 levels have tested your spiritual power, cultivation, exercises, swordsmanship and many other levels, and the later trials are not so simple." ”

"There are palace fights, it's really not simple. Cheng Zhaozhao said expressionlessly, compared to these, she would rather rush up and have a good competition.

Elder Xingyi laughed and said: "This level is a test of your temperament, and it is said that the mortal harem is a bloodless place, if you don't have a trace of scheming, then you can't survive the first battle like you." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao vomited blood.

Elder Xingyi was curious: "You make a beauty plan, isn't it a plot that is in love with the king for a lifetime?"

Cheng Zhaozhao said: "Of course not, it's a drama that makes the king love but can't be loved, and I was killed before I saw it." ”

Xingyi laughed and said, "You know Jiang Chumiao before you, but it only took a cup of tea to pass this level." ”

"That's amazing!" Cheng Zhaozhao praised.

Xingyi hooked his hand at her: "Because she smoked to anger the king, she was given death." ”

Cheng Zhaozhao took a deep breath and suppressed his irritability: "Elder Xingyi, I think you are simply wasting our time, even if we pass this kind of hurdle, what if we pass this kind of hurdle?" ”

Elder Xingyi looked like an old god was there, and said, "This is a bad word, and this level is a test of the state of mind. Elder Ben just made it a little more interesting. If you don't know how to do it yourself, don't blame Elder Ben's trial for being too difficult. ”

Cheng Zhaozhao rolled his eyes and said, "Okay, isn't it just a broken king?" I don't believe that I can't take him!"

Seeing Cheng Zhaozhao angrily enter the trial gate again, Xing Yi said with a smile: "It's not okay to have beauty in the air, this time the king is not easy to deal with." ”

This time, Cheng Zhaozhao just entered the trial gate and became a little maid who had just entered the palace.

And the news of the death of the king came from the palace, and the new king will ascend the throne soon.

Cheng Zhaozhao's identity token immediately came with a piece of news: The king saw through the traitorous concubine's scheme, and Ouyang Chun successfully broke through the trial.

"I'll go, I won't be that adulterous concubine, right?" Cheng Zhaozhao looked depressed.

She knew that the Jindan monks who had entered this level together might play any role in this palace. It's like she was a concubine before, but now she is a little palace maid.

So I don't know who the king who just ascended the throne this time is?

The mission that Cheng Zhaozhao got this time was: to protect the king and die.

This should be much simpler than the previous love, as long as an assassin comes, she will stand in front of the king and die.

Next, it took Cheng Zhaozhao more than a month to finally mix from a beginner palace maid to a palace maid in the main hall where the monarch was located.

lives in a side hall with her, and is still an acquaintance, Yu Tian.

"Senior Sister Yu, how long have you been here?"

Yu Tian sat on the bed, although within this level of trial gate, cultivation and magic were restricted, they were no different from mortals, but she was still used to meditating posture.

Yu Tian said: "Five years." ”

"Five years!"

There is a time ban in the trial level, and one year inside is equivalent to a real month in the outside world. In other words, Yu Tian has been in this level for five months.

Cheng Zhaozhao said curiously: "What kind of task are you, it's been five years...... I mean, your task is too hard. ”

Yu Tian's expression was faint: "Originally, it was almost completed, but it's a pity that the monarch, that is, Senior Brother Ouyang Chun, completed the task ahead of schedule, and now that the new monarch has ascended the throne, everything has to be done all over again." ”

In this way, Yu Tian's task is also related to the king, and Cheng Zhaozhao is very curious.

However, if they enter this trial gate, if they say the task, even if they fail, they will be automatically teleported out, so they can only rely on their own skills to break through.

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