Bai Ling tightened again, her fingers were almost severed, and the blood could not flow. Emperor Xuande opened his mouth wide and struggled to squeeze out vague words: "around...life..."
Just when he thought he was going to die, the white silk around his neck loosened, and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath. The feeling of regaining air was so wonderful that every cell in his body screamed with pleasure.
"Tell me, what's going on? If you dare to lie..." The light gauze curtain fluttered, gently brushing Emperor Xuande's cheek, like a lover's gentle hand.
Emperor Xuande shrank, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily: "Master, please forgive me, I really didn't..."
"Think about it before you speak." These few words were light and full of aura, making Emperor Xuande's words stuck on his lips.
He gritted his teeth and was about to continue to defend, but from the corner of his eye, he saw that there was nothing under the white gauze in front of him, and there were no feet.
He raised his head suddenly and glanced at the figure reflected on the curtain from beginning to end. He was clearly standing behind the curtain, so how could he have no feet?
Thinking again of the ethereal sounds coming from all directions, and the bone-chilling coldness in the room, Emperor Xuande shuddered.
Yinhua spoke again: "I don't want to hear a lie."
The wind picked up in the house and the curtains were blown away. Emperor Xuande clearly saw that there was no one behind the curtains!
However, when the wind stopped, the graceful figure on the snow-white curtain still existed, and even leaned over.
A drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He gritted his teeth, suddenly stood up and stepped forward, opening the curtain. There was a Ruinao incense burner on the table, with several pillars of burning incense inserted in it. In the smoke, the woman's body was constantly moving. Hide and appear.
"Ghost-"
Emperor Xuande screamed, turned around and ran out. Bang bang bang, all the windows were closed, and the curtains danced, like an evil ghost with teeth and claws, entangled and dragged him back into the house.
"It seems that I really underestimated the courage of you ants." After being disobeyed again and again, Yinhua was furious and determined to torture him severely.
Discovering that Yinhua was not a human being, Emperor Xuande was so frightened that he could no longer resist, so he explained everything that had happened before.
After digesting it for a moment, Yinhua asked: "Did he really know that she was Princess Xiyue without even seeing her? And he asked you to hide it?"
"It's absolutely true. I also felt strange at the time. He said he guessed it and asked me how I recognized it."
Yinhua observed his expression, and it didn't look like he was faking it. She was deep in thought. She had only told the emperors of various countries about the red dot between Princess Xiyue's eyebrows. The second prince probably didn't know, so how did he recognize Xiyue? The princess's?
Is it really just a guess?
A nine-year-old child could actually have such a scheming idea to hide information and change things to become stronger, and he really succeeded.
The current Yao Han is not only not the weakest among the Four Kingdoms, but under the protection of Princess Xiyue, he may even be the strongest.
"It seems that I have to go meet you, the third prince."
Emperor Xuande said hurriedly: "I will make arrangements when I get back and let him come to the house to pay homage tomorrow."
"No, I will go in person," Yinhua said, looking at the pale crescent moon outside the window, "Go now! Go back."
Emperor Xuande almost cried with joy. He said yes and crawled out.
Shortly after Emperor Xuande left the palace, a dark shadow rolled into Prince Lu's Mansion, passed through the pavilions and pavilions in a familiar way, and arrived at Ji Yun's study.
"What? The Imperial Master is summoning His Majesty at this time?" Han Zhuo's eyes widened and he looked out the window suspiciously. It was so dark. Why was the Imperial Master so anxious about something that he had to summon him in the middle of the night?
The visitor nodded and replied: "Your Majesty has been out of the palace for a quarter of an hour, and you should see the Imperial Master by now."
Han Zhuo looked at Ji Yun with a sullen face: "Your Highness, this is unusual. Apart from urgent military affairs, even Your Majesty will not summon ministers at midnight. What is the Imperial Master going to do?"
Ji Yun's eyes were deep and he said meaningfully: "She only summons anyone in the middle of the night."
"ha?"
Han Zhuo looked confused, but Ji Yun had no intention of explaining. He said to the black-clothed guard: "Any movement of the emperor must be reported in time."
"yes!"
After sending away the guards, Ji Yun also drove Han Zhuo away, while he stared at the candlelight in trance: A Yue's fate of being isolated for eternity was largely due to the control of the national master.
Only by overthrowing the Imperial Master's Office can she escape her fate and grow up like an ordinary child.
However, the Imperial Master's Mansion has been inherited for thousands of years and has a big tree with deep roots. It will not be easy to overthrow it.
The Imperial Preceptor is also a female ghost who has lived for thousands of years. In the hearts of the people in the world, she is no different from a god. If you bluntly say that she is a ghost, not only will no one believe her, but she will most likely be criticized by everyone in the world.
It is difficult to do this in a short time. I don’t know how much I can do in this life...
While thinking about it, the candlelight in the room flickered a few times and suddenly went out. At the same time, a cold wind blew in.
"Who!" Ji Yun pulled out the long sword on the desk, stood up and scanned the room vigilantly.
Soon, he focused his attention on the slightly closed window. With a flick of his wrist, sword light rushed out like snow, smashing the window into pieces.
After the smoke and dust cleared, there was no one outside. However, the guards rushed over after hearing the sound and asked nervously: "Your Highness, are there any assassins?"
Ji Yun frowned. He could clearly feel someone outside the window just now. How could he disappear?
In the flash of lightning, he thought of the cold wind, how similar it was to the scene on the Ghost Festival.
He sneered and said: "Master Imperial Master, you are here, why don't you show up and say something?"
"Master Imperial Master?" The guards started to stir, looking around in surprise and nervousness, trying to find out where the Imperial Master was.
Under the shadow of the whirling tree, a white shadow gradually appeared. Xuan'er moved lightly and slowly walked out of the shadow of the tree. He looked at Ji Yun with eyes full of scrutiny: "Why is this sword in your hand?"
Ji Yun's heart moved slightly. According to the descendants of the Jiang family, the Moli Sword was taken away by Jiang Shida when the two of them died. Since then, the sword has been kept in the Jiang family. Logically, the Imperial Master should have never seen it.
When the mages of the Imperial Master's Office reported back afterwards, did they mention Mo Lijian?
"I heard that you proposed to your father to hide the birth of Princess Xi Yue. How brave you are!" Yinhua's tone gradually became serious. A strong wind suddenly started blowing around. Countless vines flew out as the shadows of the trees swayed. Chao Ji Go away.
Ji Yun danced the Moli Sword, crushing the vines in front of him, and the invisible coldness passed through the sword light and soaked into his skin.
Cold, bone-piercing cold.
In an instant, he felt that it was the day when the ghost gate of Zhongyuan was opened again, and boundless Yin Qi invaded his body.
After a moment of stalemate, Yinhua exclaimed: "Yin Qi? How come you have the Yin Qi of hell in your body?"
She stopped, looked Ji Yun up and down, and asked solemnly: "Who are you?"
Ji Yun pinched the palm of his hand, trying to stay awake, and threw a talisman when he was not prepared.
(End of chapter)
