Fortunately, the empress was a person who was unwilling to be lonely, and couldn't help but explain: "It's the Soul Suppression Stone, alas, maybe you haven't heard of it at all, but it's probably a valuable item in our entire Lanling Kingdom!"

Feng Qinglang held back her joy, and said in her heart, I have heard that Lao Tzu is here for it!

He suddenly couldn't help but wonder, after a few years of bad luck, did he start to transfer, it had been a long time since he had tried so smoothly to get close to the target item.

Perhaps in the eyes of the empress, they were indeed dead, and she said quietly: "Alas, I don't know if this soul stone is a bad thing, after the emperor tried every possible way to get his hands on it, he died of illness soon after......"

For a while, the painters' faces were a little strange, Emperor Lanling, didn't you kill him? Why did you rely on that stone again......

The Empress sighed faintly: "If anyone can make a magic pattern painting for me, I am really willing to give him the Soul Suppression Stone......"

The sound of hurried footsteps shattered the cramped silence.

A black shadow, I don't know how to enter the hall of the closed gate, the empress did not have the slightest intention of covering, so the black shadow came to her.

Looking at the back, it should be a burly man, he half-knelt in front of the couch, whispering something, and the empress's face gradually appeared with anger, as if she had heard something shocking.

At this time, a sudden change occurred.

The black shadow's hand turned into a stunning edge, it pierced the space, and in an instant it was in front of the Empress's throat.

At the same time, on the sunny right, the male painter also moved, he was nervous in front of him, even childish, but now, like a tiger that suddenly awakened, rushed towards his opponent.

Seeing that the empress's blood was about to stain this luxurious and almost gorgeous palace, and when the name of the owner of the Lanling Imperial Throne was about to be rewritten again, several bows and crossbows hidden in the shadow of the palace were fired at the same time, and a gray figure shot out from behind the couch, crashing straight into the burly black shadow.

In an instant, the dust had settled, and the blood had indeed stained the Empress's expensive couch, but it was the blood of the assassin.

The burly black shadow and the man painter were killed on the spot!

The empress looked at the black shadow under her feet, he had three arrows in his vest, and the Tianling Gai was shattered by the gray shadow hiding behind the couch, and sighed lightly: "Phantom, you have cooperated with me for many years, why do you have to do this? If I don't leave the palace this time, I'm afraid you won't act so quickly, right?"

Gray Shadow bowed slightly to the Empress, as if doing a trivial thing, and walked away quickly with the two corpses.

But the blood was still there, it was a dazzling and gorgeous that was not in the original composition, and the empress did not seem to have any intention of cleaning it up for the time being, she still lay lazily, and chuckled at the stunned three painters: "Don't stop!"

Feng Qinglang didn't mean to stop, seeing that the other two surviving painters were frightened, he had no choice but to cooperate with them, as soon as he heard the empress's order, the brush strokes immediately continued, he was a little similar to the empress, and even the posture had not changed, and the basic outline on the drawing board had been gradually completed.

The old painter bowed down and said, "Bixia, that bloody ......"

The empress interrupted indifferently: "I think it's quite haode, let's draw it realistically." ”

The older painter couldn't help but shudder in his heart, he took a deep breath, only to feel that it was all a strong smell of blood, completely covering the original elegant fragrance, and said in his mouth: "Yes, Bixia!"

The sound of the brush sliding on the paper was the only note in this strange silence, and the empress seemed to be unable to bear such silence, and suddenly smiled: "Chunlan, the first wave of people has come, do you think there will be a second wave of people?"

The female officer behind him said: "No matter how many people come, they can't escape Bixia's strategy." ”

The empress laughed at herself and said softly: "I finally left the palace for the first time after I ascended the throne, and the demonic array in the palace, as well as all kinds of arrangements, finally can't shelter me anymore...... It's time for those enemies hidden in the darkness to appear one by one. ”

She looked at the remaining three painters in front of her and smiled, "Of the three of you, maybe there are assassins hiding inside......

The three of them didn't even dare to say it, and Feng Qinglang had no choice but to stand up, meaning something.

The empress looked at Feng Qinglang deeply, her eyes were a little misty: "If you are also an assassin, I will be very disappointed." ”

Feng Qinglang said solemnly: "I am not an assassin, please rest assured." He added to himself that I was a thief at best.

The empress looked gentle, and said softly to Feng Qinglang: "No, it's good, you are a bit like an old friend of mine when I was young......" Her eyes fell into a moment of confusion, perhaps, it was a memory of that night many years ago, when she was still a girl, there was only the fragrance of flowers in the soft wind, and under the charming starry sky at that time, there was no desire and vigilance, only that unforgettable face.

Feng Qinglang didn't need to ask, or even guess, she could know that it must be the empress's lover back then.

The empress was full of embarrassment, and said quietly: "I eloped with him back then, and when we were at the most constipated, he sold me ......"

Feng Qinglang's heart trembled, and a fragment suddenly flashed in his mind, it was the Innocence City half a year ago, the captain of the guard of the Flame Mercenary Association, when he killed him, he had touched the most profound fragment in his memory, at that time, the young and pretty face with pear blossoms and rain gradually merged with the mature face of the empress in front of him.

Shijie can be so big, so big that some people turn around and don't meet again. Shijie can also be very small, as small as the pair of men and women who eloped back then, Feng Qinglang met separately within a year, and saw their vicissitudes of life many years later.

Soon, Feng Qinglang stopped sighing, and couldn't help but curse secretly, Bixia, your memory is really unreliable, where is Lao Tzu's appearance and that bastard's imagination?

The empress couldn't hear Feng Qinglang's belly slander, and continued to say quietly: "But I don't blame him, this can make both of us live well." If he hadn't sold me to human traffickers, who would have sold me to the emperor, how could I become the king of Lanling now?"

Such a fatalistic question did not need an answer, and no one present had the courage to give the Empress an answer, so the atmosphere fell into silence for a while.

After a while, the sketch on Feng Qinglang's drawing board was almost completed, and when she was about to enter the coloring stage, the empress said again: "Chunlan, what do you say happened to me today, full of emotion and memories, and I can't stop if I want to." ”

Chunlan bowed slightly, and said seriously: "Because that is the toxicity of the erosive incense is attacking!"

The empress's face has always changed without shock, and finally moved, erosive incense is a soft poison that makes people's limbs weak, she naturally knows, but this word came out of the mouth of her cronies, and she told herself that she was poisoned very calmly, and the meaning was very different.

She couldn't help asking: "I've always been very cautious about when I was poisoned, and I also tested another lunch meal." ”

The female official named Chunlan still had a hoarse and magnetic voice: "Bixia, the meal is non-toxic." But if you eat the food, smell the incense burner here, add the smell of the brush across the paper, and add the blood as a primer, it can also constitute the poisonous gas of erosive incense. ”

The empress sighed and said, "Alas, you have a heart!"

Chunlan's tone was as humble as ever: "Thanks to Bixia cultivation!"

In the dark places of the main hall, there was a popping sound, which was the sound of the dark attendants falling to the ground from a high place, and naturally it was also poisoned by the erosive incense.

Feng Qinglang had already opened the paint box and started to mix colors, the empress was quite calm, and she naturally wanted to finish the work.

Chunlan slowly walked out of the darkness, came to the light, walked straight to the side of the couch, looked condescendingly at the master who had served for many years, and asked calmly: "Bixia's posthumous portrait will definitely be painted, does Bixia still have any unfulfilled wishes?"

The empress shook her head and said, "I don't want to die yet." ”

Chunlan couldn't help but sneer: "Bixia's wish, I'm afraid it will be difficult to come true." ”

The empress said: "Chunlan, in fact, I am very curious, you weishenme want to do this, you are now in Lanling, you are already under one person, above ten thousand, if you change a king, you will not obtain a higher status, you should understand very well, it is difficult for you to sit in my position." ”