Xin Zhuo looked at the sesame maltose and was stunned for a moment. His eyes shrank and his body couldn't stop trembling.
I don't know if it's a coincidence, or some divine will, or maybe I really fit in with Jiang Yuqing and have a lot in common.
In his previous life, when he was a child, he loved eating sesame maltose candy, the crunchy kind. However, this kind of antique-style snack is rarely available on the market. He has to travel a long way to a dessert shop or wait for seven or eight days to buy online.
But the alcoholic father didn't consider his feelings at all, and the old woman who was busy all day long always grabbed a handful from nowhere after a tiring day.
As an adult, I have forgotten the taste of this candy. My mother, who had worked hard all her life, was unconscious before she died. She still grabbed a handful of sesame crispy maltose that she had not given him in time and stared at him.
This memory is unforgettable. Even after traveling through time and space, and the memory of the past life fades, I still remember it clearly.
He is not a person who gets emotional easily. He even thought that he could use each other with the old woman in front of him just now, but now he couldn't help but feel sad. His nose was sore, he opened his mouth, and his voice was choked.
Who else in the world would remember that they love to eat this kind of candy?
"You still remember, right?" Ji Jiuwei said softly, patting his head as if coaxing a child, "When I was a child, my father and mother knew that you liked to eat this kind of candy. Your father was busy with official duties and was afraid of you. If you eat bad teeth, my mother will always buy them for you secretly."
"Remember!"
Xin Zhuo calmed down, reached out to take it, and looked up at her, "I wonder how you are going to deal with my matter? Go to the Taiping Palace or..."
He was still thinking that this mother-in-law represented the Taiping Palace, and she had been back for a long time without seeing anyone.
Ji Jiuwei said softly: "Of course you can go wherever you want. If you don't want to go anywhere, just stay at Jiang's house. Mom will protect you."
Xin Zhuo breathed a sigh of relief. It wasn't that the Taiping Palace was not good. The platform was big and the opportunities were great. It was just that he felt that he needed a pure old lady instead of mixed with strange thoughts.
Then Ji Jiuwei said again: "The Spirit Slayer has fled to the Western Region, and I have sent my masters to hunt him down. We may take his life soon!"
Dongfang Old Ghost, my mother went to Qiufeng Academy in person before, severely injured him, and fled to the Immortal Palace of the Imperial Palace. If he dares to come out, mother and you will kill him! "
Xin Zhuo was greatly shocked. This... was somewhat direct violence, which made him feel sour in his heart. He even wanted to ask, has Princess Shengping been captured?
"Sister Royal!"
"Royal Aunt!"
"I've met the eldest princess!"
At this moment, Princess Zheng, Princess Beihai and others had already arrived outside.
The old lady ordered her servants to bring the table and futon, and everyone saw the ceremony and sat down one after another.
Venerable Jiang Yong was about to leave, but he hesitated and asked, "I wonder why the Shenyin and Honghua families are so fast?"
Ji Jiuwei returned to his lonely look: "The capital is the capital, the residence of the emperor, where the Taiping Palace and Shixian Palace are located. Naturally, they will have separate halls arranged here. The hidden Kunlun Ruins also came, and were captured by the three elders of the imperial city. Zu personally stopped it!"
Princess Zheng asked curiously: "This is not the first time we have heard of the divine energy, but we have never heard that you can break into other people's homes and act so domineeringly without regard for face. Is Yuqing really so precious?"
"Not at all!"
Ji Jiuwei glanced at Xin Zhuo and said: "The true energy of the Shinto has the opportunity to break through the fairyland. It is precious, but it will not make those people lose face.
In fact, Yuqing's two divine qi are rare in the world, and their fusion in one place is even more unheard of. Perhaps it is more curious than precious.
Especially for Qingyu Qitian, the martial arts prosperity in recent years has been approaching, and it is really difficult to predict what the future will be like. With one more talent, the future will be more secure. Therefore, they are bound to get Yuqing's slightly strange talent! "
After a pause, he continued: "According to the estimation of the Grand Master Qin Tianjian, within three to five years, the stars will be absent and the heaven and earth will be turbid, and even the emperor will be in danger of overthrowing.
No matter how talented the warriors in the world are, if they are not good enough, they will be like the foam in the pool, fleeting and fleeting. "
There was a hint of solemnity on everyone's faces, and the old lady asked: "What does the turbidity of the world mean?"
Ji Jiuwei shook his head slightly: "I don't know! Maybe no one in this world knows it yet!"
…
Thousands of palaces, the majestic imperial city, are heavily guarded, and the abyss is like the sea. If the Jiang family is already the top home of bells and dishes, this imperial city is far more powerful than ten times.
At the northeast corner of the Imperial Ancestral Temple and the Altar of Sheji, where the Ziwu River gathers its pollution, adjacent to the resentful Lenggong Courtyard to the north, and to the south where the Meridian Gate is located, there is an eighteen-story giant palace.
The maids, eunuchs and imperial guards from far and near took long detours, and even the most naughty little princesses and princes in the palace did not dare to come even close.
At this moment, Mr. Dongfang is sitting cross-legged on a low stone platform in front of the building. His hair is messy, and there is a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. His face is expressionless. It seems that the eldest princess of Qin State in front of him entered Qiufeng Academy without any explanation, and was about to kill the person. It wasn't him, or he had expected it, or he had lost sight of life and death.
In the eighteenth floor palace opposite, there was no sound, not even a figure.
After a while, there was a sound of breaking wind behind him, and an old man in brocade clothes came to him, glanced at him, and sat down beside him: "Ji Jiuwei?"
Mr. Dongfang also asked: "Ji Jiuwei?"
The two of them were silent.
After a while, the old man in golden clothes looked up to the sky and laughed: "What are you doing? Shooting yourself in the foot."
Mr. Dongfang said blankly: "What did the white man mean?"
The old man named "Bai Weng" said: "In the twelfth year of Tianshou, the battle between Kunxu Demon was fought between you, the boy from the south, the Dazhu Kingdom, and, well, there must have been the participation of Baiheqiu and Yaoqiu in the Western Regions. With the approval of Emperor Tianshu, Do you really think those two old guys from the Jiang family don’t know?”
Mr. Dongfang responded calmly: "How can this be like shooting yourself in the foot?"
Bai Weng said: "It's a bit too much to deceive others. The Jiang family's meridians have been destroyed by you, and the whole world doesn't know that you, an old ghost, did it on purpose? Who can endure this method of killing everyone? Ji Jiuwei and How can I spare you?"
Mr. Dongfang was silent.
Bai Weng seemed to be excited and rolled his eyes: "Why didn't you take the opportunity to kill him?"
Mr. Dongfang remained silent.
Bai Weng seemed bored and stopped talking.
Mr. Dongfang suddenly looked at him: "Do you really think it was my idea? Did you know that the Dragon Qi of Doom has appeared?"
Bai Weng's face suddenly changed.
But I saw Mr. Dongfang cupping his hands and saying loudly to the palace: "Please see the teacher, the disciple is at home!"
Bai Weng immediately gave up the same gesture.
The palace was still silent. A young man with a strong physique and a gloomy face strode out. There were patches of frost along the way, making a soft "squeaking" sound. He soon arrived in front of the two of them, and the cold wind was already blowing in their faces.
The two stood up and held hands: "Junior Brother Zhuang Thirteen!"
The young man ignored it and just handed over a piece of paper.
Mr. Dongfang opened it, but there was no word inside.
