Facing the resentful eyes with incomprehension, Feng Lin briefly explained the relationship between himself and the old turtle and Emperor Jing.

Of course, there are some parts that are directly brushed by the Spring and Autumn brushwork.

"The concubine is very willing to help you with this, but... The body of the concubine is composed of the resentful souls of the concubines in this cold palace, and now it has been connected with the cold palace, but I am afraid that the real body will not be able to leave. Resentment said.

Feng Lin waved his hand and said, "It's okay! I will arrange for someone to connect the root of the wall tomorrow to remove the entire cold palace." ”

It's not too much of a hassle.

Moreover, the groundbreaking of the imperial city and changing the overall structure of the entire palace can also add a little trouble to Cheng Penghai and delay a little time.

"In this way, the concubine will thank Your Majesty first!" I don't know if I was unintentional, but I can always see the snow-white ravines at the slightly loosened neckline, which makes people reluctant to look away.

After a few words, a cooperation was gradually reached, and Feng Linwan's expression gradually became less solemn than before, and he asked gently: "Although you are a resentful ghost, it is the result of the resentment and remnant souls of a hundred ghosts, but after all, you are a single individual, but I don't know if you have a name?"

Feng Linwan's words seemed to be unintentional, but in fact they were intentional.

"I don't know if those harems are reliable or not! They all write about this kind of unjust ghosts, they have been lonely and cold for many years, and they can't stand that no one cares about them. If I give her a name, even if she doesn't return to her heart, then she should be favorable, UP!"

The resentful face had a charming smile on his face, and Ying Ying stood up, and the pale red eyeshadow at the corners of his eyes seemed to reveal a trace of warmth.

"It seems that the little emperor is attracted to the concubine's body! I can't wait to put my own mark on the concubine's body. But... The concubine heard that the tigers in the mountains and forests like to leave their own smell in the places they have been, if Your Majesty wants to, why don't you leave some marks for the concubine now?"

"Although this place is desolate, but the moonlight is just right, the heaven and the earth are the matchmakers, the open air sits on the ground, the grass is covered and collapses together, and the stars are on the feet... It's not a bit wild!" The resentful charm walked over gracefully, like an elegant cat, but there was no depth in those cold eyes.

"The harem of the dog's day.,It's all a lie.,I'm sure... The one who wrote this kind of plot is a single dog. Feng Lin scolded secretly in his heart, but his face quickly changed color: "No need! It's late at night, you... Take care of yourself, I'll go first!"

After saying that, he turned around and waved away.

Looking at the back of Feng Linwan striding away, the resentment still turned into an ominous dark cloud, hovering above the cold palace.

In the distorted aura, there seemed to be a low mutter: "My own name... Is it?"

"Heh!

At dawn the next day, Feng Linwan sent a message to Chen Gui and asked him to lead the craftsmen in the palace to start moving the cold palace.

It is important that the cold palace is generally intact and all of them are relocated to the vicinity of the imperial mausoleum that is being renovated.

This order is outlandish though.

But as an emperor who gradually grasped real power, no one dared to question such a trivial matter.

At the same time, the news of the Queen Mother's illness also spread from the palace.

Then there was a diagnosis by the imperial doctor, the queen mother is worried about the first emperor, many years of illness, has been terminally ill, I am afraid that time is short, and it is necessary to ask the son of heaven to make plans as soon as possible.

Of course... At that time, the imperial doctor didn't say that, the words were much more euphemistic, and the meaning was roughly the same, but it was enough to disassemble thousands of words.

Everyone votes, if you're interested, a certain waste paper doesn't mind writing this in the next chapter.

The relocation of the cold palace was completed in two days.

After all, this is not a truly simple super-ancient civilization, but a super-ordinary civilization world containing the power of the Immortal Dao. With the permission of the emperor, it was not difficult to move one of the palaces in the palace.

On this night, the stars were unusually dim.

And the moonlight is surprisingly brighter and brighter.

When it sprinkles its splendor, the ground seems to be gilded with a layer of silver.

Some people fall asleep at night, they lie on the bed, listen to the wind in the distance, listen to the heavy footsteps of the husband who passes by the bangsman at night, listen to the birdsong in the mountains and forests farther away, and the faint shouting by the river, and feel extremely reassured.

This is probably because of the self-satisfaction of lying under the covers, and there are people who work harder and harder than themselves.

With this sense of satisfaction, it is easy to fall into a sweet dream.

Rumble!

Suddenly, there was an explosion, waking up all the sleeping people.

Some people are still in a trance.

And more people have already followed the sound, pushed open the door or window, and looked into the distance.

I saw that on the mountains in the distance, there was a sky-high brilliance.

It seemed that something had been detonated, and then everyone saw that a huge turtle, rolling in the air with the light, seemed to be about to smash into the capital.

In the Humble Administrator's Pavilion, Cheng Penghai, who had been reviewing the folds as always, suddenly frowned, broke the jade pen in his hand, and rose up with his sleeves.

"Bastard, bastard!bastard!" he said three times in a row, looking a little angry.

Then Cheng Penghai stepped on the night, flew out of Cheng's mansion, and went directly to the old turtle that fell towards the capital.

The breath is pulled, and the true yuan is agitated.

A pair of huge palms pierced the sky, and then slapped the old turtle into the distance.

The old turtle was obviously still a little dazed, his consciousness was dazed, and he did not come back to his senses, but instinctively retracted his head and limbs into the turtle shell, like a huge meteorite, smashed into the barren mountain.

Cheng Penghai did not give up, but followed closely, and a spirit sword that flashed starlight and clouds had already appeared in his palm.

With a swipe of his hand, the spirit sword turned into a spot of light and dissipated, and suddenly the originally dim starlight was all dazzling.

One by one, one after another, bursts of starlight turned into a shower of stars like a sword in the night, and then converged into a sea, drowning the place where the old turtle smashed into the barren mountain.

Abundant power washes out, and terrifying energy explodes.

The dwarf barren mountain, washed by this violence, was forcibly wiped off the ground.

When the dust fell, I saw a middle-aged man wearing a black dragon turtle robe, with a resolute face, and a look of disdain in his eyebrows, standing in the ruins, holding a tortoiseshell shield, and looking at Cheng Penghai who flew down very unkindly.

"Who are you? How dare you plot against me? Aren't you afraid that I will punish you nine clans?" the black-robed man asked coldly, his voice was a little hoarse as he spoke, and there was a little rusty taste, as if he hadn't opened his mouth for a long time.

Cheng Penghai looked at the black-robed man in front of him, knowing that the result he was most unwilling to face had already happened.

Secretly said that the old turtle was a 'fool', and gave him a codex for nothing, but he was still stolen by Emperor Jing.

In his hand, he was not slow, he waved his sleeves, and between this grasp and release, it was like the entire galaxy, which fell into his palm, turned into a spiraling wave, and rushed towards Emperor Jing, who occupied the flesh of the old turtle.