Outside the palace walls, Li Jiang and Mu Dong were squatting on a tree and waiting, ready to meet Qinghe at any time.

Mu Dong had already eaten all the pastries he bought, but now he was sleepy and hungry, and his stomach was rumbling all the time.

He leaned against the trunk of the tree and yawned, "Why haven't I come out for so long, I'm almost hungry." ”

Li Jiang stared at the imperial city for a moment, and said without looking back: "Just wait quietly, and talk less if you are hungry." ”

Mudon didn't speak, but his stomach screamed in protest instead of him.

After the two pillars of incense, even Li Jiang couldn't help but turn his head and look at him helplessly.

Mu Dong shrugged his shoulders and said aggrievedly: "I can't help this, I can't control it." ”

Li Jiang: "Didn't you say you want to Bigu? This is your result?"

Mu Dong scratched his head, and indirect amnesia erupted: "Did I say this? Why don't I remember?"

Li Jiang shook his head, turned around and continued to stare.

*

Little by little, the divine thought spread out, swept past the vegetation tiles, and was about to reach the door, but was violently bounced back.

As expected, it was banned.

Changping saw Qinghe standing in place a little strangely: "What's wrong?"

Qinghe once again carefully looked at the inconspicuous house in front of him: "Why is this forbidden place?"

Changping recalled: "I don't know very well, I just know that my father will come here every once in a while to stay for a while, and no one else is allowed to follow, I remember that once I was playful, accidentally broke in, and was found by my father and punished me for two months, that was the first time my father was angry at me!"

Speaking of this, she was a little aggrieved: "Since then, this place has been enchanted, and no one can enter." ”

Qinghe: "Then what did you see when you went in?"

Changping: "The time is too short, I only vaguely saw a huge portrait, and before I could look closely, I was pulled out by my father." ”

Qinghe joked casually: "Portrait? I thought there were some treasures hidden in it, such as jade, jade, agate beads, or something." ”

Changping was amused: "What kind of treasure, it's dark inside, and there is not even a box." Besides, these things are not unusual in the palace at all, they can be seen in any concubine's room, so they still need to be hidden. ”

Qinghe smiled faintly: "That's right." ”

The night is as cold as water, blowing a cold wind, and the crickets around are still screaming.

Changping shuddered and said, "Let's get out of here quickly, I'm a little cold." ”

Qinghe nodded, walking side by side with Changping, but one hand quietly went around Changping's back, and when she was defenseless, her fingers tapped lightly.

Holding Changping who had fallen asleep, Qinghe whispered in her ear: "Have a good dream." ”

Putting Changping in a safe and flat place, Qinghe came to the house.

As he got closer, the wind bead on his waist became more and more restless.

The house doesn't look special at first glance, but if you look closely, you will see a transparent film floating around the house, and countless small points of light are faintly attached to the film, which is a spell.

Qinghe raised his hand and stopped on the film, frowning slightly, this turned out to be a heart mantra!

She had seen this kind of prohibition in a book, the so-called Heart Mantra is to use the heart blood of the spell caster to refine the mantra, plus the seeds of the Heart Grass, and it can be refined for 7749 days.

It's like a man and a spell becoming one. The firmness of the spell is related to the cultivation of the caster, and the stronger the cultivation, the stronger the spell. If someone forcibly breaks the ban, the spellcaster will immediately sense it and quickly find a location to kill the other party.

Those who use this kind of spell are to protect their most important things, and it is extremely easy to fight back, and ordinary monks will never use this kind of spell unless necessary.

Qinghe was now beginning to wonder who the portrait was painted for, and it was worth protecting it with a heart spell by Mo Zhanli.

After estimating his own strength, Qinghe felt that he was not absolutely sure of breaking the ban, and it was even possible to startle the snake, so he could only find a helper.

In the sea of spirits, he sent a divine thought to Shen Xun and Mo Junqian, and waited quietly in place. Changping leaned on the green pine tree and fell asleep peacefully, Qinghe silently admired her sleeping face, which was quite cute.

Suddenly, she heard a hint of movement, the sound flickered far and near, Qinghe hid her breath and Changping's breath, and quietly moved towards the sound.

The green pine tree was neither tall nor short, just blocking Qinghe's figure, she tilted her head, and found two figures in the darkness, one seemed to be a palace maid, and the other was somewhat familiar.

recalled carefully, it seemed to be Hes, the owner of the Drunken Immortal Residence.

Why is he here? Or is he still tugging and pulling with a palace maid? Could it be ......

Qinghe swore that she really didn't mean to be crooked, but the scene in front of her was too easy to reverie.

More things are better than less, not to mention that the most important thing at the moment is Shenzhu, as for the Spring Palace rhyme or something, it has nothing to do with her.

It wasn't long before the two of them sneaked away, unaware that someone was spying on them.

After a pillar of incense, Shen Xun and Mo Junqian appeared.

Qinghe: "No one found you, did they?"

Shen Xun shook his head: "Don't worry, those people are busy talking to Zhuge Hongming, how can they notice us." ”

Qinghe was relieved, and then turned to the film and said, "Is there a way for you to break this ban?"

Although Mo Junqian's talent is amazing, he doesn't have a lot of experience, and he has only heard of the heart mantra, and he doesn't know how to lift it.

Shen Xun stood in front of the film, with a serious expression, two small hands behind his back, like a little adult.

Half-loud, he said, "It's actually very simple to break this heart spell. ”

Qinghe: "Oh, what can you do?"

Shen Xun stretched out a finger: "Just a drop of blood from the heart of the spellcaster." ”

Qinghe Nuzui: "Mo Zhanli's heart blood is so easy to get." ”

The three were silent.

Although Mo Zhanli's cultivation does not know the specific level, judging from his background in the Apocalypse Academy, he must be above them, and his strength should not be underestimated, not to mention that Zhuge Hongming is present, if he wants to get his heart's work, it will definitely not work to rob him, so he can only outwit it.

But with the scheming of these two old foxes, even if they outwit, they must think of a foolproof strategy.

Qinghe frowned and pondered, and inadvertently caught a glimpse of Changping, who was sleeping not far away, and had an idea.

She looked at the two: "It's better to ask Changping, she should know Mo Zhanli's weaknesses very well." ”

In his sleep, Changping is taking a leisurely walk on a dandelion-covered meadow, enjoying the sunshine. The dandelions that had been scattered around suddenly rushed towards her face, and she subconsciously waved her hands to scatter them, and the large movement made her open her eyes suddenly.

Qinghe took away the dog's tail grass and said with a smile: "Awake?"

Changping was still a little confused, looked around, and found that he was lying on a big rock by the lake.

She rubbed her eyes: "I remember that we seemed to be out for a walk, why did we fall asleep?"

Qinghe sat next to her and said, "Yes, you've slept for a long time, are you too tired today?"

Changping sobered up a little: "Maybe, huh, you guys also came out?"

Mo Junqian: "Yes, it's a little stuffy inside, come out and take a breath." ”

Shen Xun held his cheeks on the side and said in a child's tone: "Those adults are so boring, they are so good at bragging about so many strange things, hey, what is there to show off!"

Changping was curious: "What strange thing?"

Mo Junqian explained: "It is a spiritual weapon, everyone has their own spiritual weapon, and the stronger the spiritual weapon, the stronger the master's strength." ”

Changping suddenly lost interest, waved his hand and said: "Those of them are like this at this time of year, it can be regarded as officialdom touting each other, it's boring." ”

Shen Xun accosted: "That's it." ”

Qinghe suddenly spoke: "I don't know what the spirit weapon of the country lord is, his strength is so high, the spirit weapon must be very powerful, right?"

Changping said casually: "I really don't know this, I have never seen my father use a spiritual weapon in front of me, maybe I am afraid of hitting my self-confidence." ”

The three of them glanced at each other, and Qinghe asked again: "Then does he have any preferences or something, as your friends, we should meet the lord of the country squarely and do what he likes." ”

Changping: "Why care about these false courtesies. My father usually doesn't have many hobbies, he likes some strange things, and occasionally paints landscapes, which are just fresh. ”

As she spoke, she suddenly thought of something, looked at Shen Xun and said, "If you want to say what he likes the most, it's probably a child," she joked, "If you really want to do what he likes, it's better to give him to my father." ”

Shen Xun's face was expressionless: "Human trafficking is a crime, especially children. ”

Changping laughed happily.

Qinghe on the side looked much more serious, not only did she not laugh, but even thought it was a good idea.

Qinghe communicated with Shen Xun in the spiritual sea: "What do you think?"

Shen Xun looked at her, with a warning in his eyes: "What's the matter, don't hit my attention!"

Qinghe advised him: "We must focus on the overall situation." ”

Shenxun: "I've given enough. ”

Qinghe: "You came up with the idea of brainstorming. ”

Shenxun: "......"

Qinghe: "The Divine Pearl is right in front of us, we can't give up halfway." ”

Shen Xun: "Then why don't you go on it yourself? ”

Qinghe: "You forgot, I'm a woman dressed as a man now, and you told me to keep it forever." ”

Shenxun: "......"

Mo Junqian interjected at the right time: "We must focus on the overall situation." ”

Shen Xun completely compromised.

After everything was negotiated, Mo Junqian left with an excuse for the loveless Shenxun, and Qinghe still accompanied Changping to enjoy the moon outside.

Back in the main hall, Shen Xun sat back in place, turned his head and said to Mo Junqian: "Later, no matter what you see, don't say it, no one can." ”

Mo Junqian assured him.

Shen Xun took a deep breath and walked in the direction of Mo Zhanli.

Mo Zhanli has left the throne and is chatting with Zhuge Hongming.

To say that these two people are also brothers in the same school, when they were in the Apocalypse Academy, they were the same teachers, but the two of them have no personality at all, Mo Zhanli grew up in the royal family since he was a child, and he is a wonderful person, and he has made a lot of friends not long after he arrived in the academy, and he is widely welcomed by everyone, plus he has good talent and good looks, and it didn't take long for him to become the figure of the academy.

And Zhuge Hongming's treatment is completely different, because of his withdrawn and eccentric character, not only does he have no friends, but on the contrary, he has offended many people. At that time, whenever someone came to the door to find fault, Mo Zhanli helped him settle it, and only Mo Zhanli could say a few words to him.

Unexpectedly, many years later, one became the lord of the country and the other became the dean of the academy, and they both became great figures today.

At this moment, Mo Zhanli picked up the wine jug to fill Zhuge Hongming's glass, and said with a smile: "Who would have thought that we would be like this many years later hahaha." ”

Zhuge Hongming still had a cold face: "It's just creation." ”

Mo Zhanli: "Yes, Creation. I don't know how the old man is doing, the days of idle clouds and wild cranes have passed for a long time, will they forget about us, alas......"

was sighing, and suddenly he didn't know what hit him on his waist, Mo Zhanli lowered his head, and a seven or eight-year-old boy stopped in front of him, holding a half-eaten osmanthus cake in his hand, looking at him ignorantly.

"Uncle, do you want to eat osmanthus cake?"