Dahan, Chang'an.
Even though several forces dug deep, they could not find the assassin who assassinated Lord Jin of Chu.
However, there is one place that is truly a forbidden area in Chang'an City.
Those forces would rather search the Weiyang Palace of the Han Emperor than set foot there.
Taishi Mansion, Dong Zhuo's residence.
It is still the quiet waterside pavilion, with the gentle breeze blowing and the fragrance of lotus coming.
The two women sat opposite each other, both speechless.
The tea in front of them had already cooled down, but no one picked up the tea cup to taste it.
After a while, a girl who looked like a maid trotted over and whispered something in Diao Chan's ear.
"Fan Li is not dead yet." Diao Chan said softly after the maid retreated.
Sitting opposite her was none other than Holy Lord Hanyue.
No one expected that Grand Master Dong Zhuo’s residence would become Holy Lord Hanyue’s retreat.
The most dangerous place can always become the safest place.
Even Dong Zhuo himself didn’t expect it!
Finally waiting for the final result, Holy Lord Hanyue shook his head repeatedly.
"This is impossible."
"I did not hold back my sword."
She said this, but she didn't feel the frustration of a failed assassination in her heart.
strangeness?
Why?
When Diao Chan heard this, she smiled half-heartedly: "But you haven't tried your best."
Hanyue was speechless.
Because Diao Chan was right.
She didn't intentionally spare Fan Li's life, but she certainly didn't take action with all her strength.
Why not use all your strength?
Fan Li is only at the Qi Refining Realm. To assassinate him, does it require a full blow from the third level of the Mahayana Realm?
With this thought in his mind, Holy Lord Hanyue felt that he was right.
What's more... no, that's it, there's no other reason.
"A lion fights a rabbit with all his strength. If my sister strikes again, she must not be so lax." Diao Chan said with a smile.
In the Pure Land of Sanskrit, people of the same generation are like sisters, and so is the Holy Lord.
But in terms of seniority, the top ten holy masters are also arranged in an orderly manner.
The first Holy Lord, the Supreme Holy Lord Yao Guang, is the well-deserved eldest sister of all the Holy Lords.
Diao Chan calls Holy Lord Han Yue "sister", and the latter does not refute, which shows that Diao Chan's status is still higher than Han Yue's.
"Again?"
"Am I going to assassinate Fan Li twice?"
Han Yue thought about this, feeling extremely bored in her heart.
Her mood was all written on her face.
Diao Chan always smiles, which makes people unable to guess her thoughts.
She didn't dwell on the topic and directed the conversation to the five wooden boxes next to Han Yue.
"My sister, these five pieces of clothing are very beautiful and tight. Even if Master Dong rewards me, there are few pieces that can compare with these."
Diao Chan said, looking Han Yue up and down with her beautiful peach blossom eyes.
"My sister always wears men's clothes on weekdays, why not change her style today?"
"Speaking of which, Fan Li has really good taste. These five pieces of clothing are all extremely beautiful and match my sister's figure very well."
In fact, the products produced by [Yunxiufang] are inherently exquisite and have nothing to do with Fan Li's taste.
Prefecture-level treasure clothes can adjust their sizes on their own, and there is no such thing as 'fitting'.
"No... no need!"
When Holy Lord Hanyue heard this, he felt flustered.
"I don't care about the things Fan Li gave me!"
"Oh, you're not surprised?"
Diao Chan smiled and nodded without saying anything.
If it’s not rare, why carry it with you?
Holy Lord Hanyue's cheeks were slightly red, and she finally understood the sarcasm in Diao Chan's smile.
"These...these are earth-level treasures!"
"It is better to bring it back to the Pure Land and reward outstanding disciples in the future generations than to stay in Fan Li's hands!"
Holy Lord Hanyue said this, but he was secretly surprised in his heart.
Since when did I become so good at lying?
That's right, lying.
This blurted lie made Han Yue feel more guilty and inferior, and she couldn't hold her head up in front of Diao Chan.
"What my sister said is absolutely true. The Pure Land is becoming stronger and stronger, and my sister's contribution is not small." Diao Chan seemed to take it seriously, her tone was full of praise.
Hanyue was speechless for a moment.
Do you really want her to give away these five sets of clothes?
How can you bear this?
Fan Lihua bought five sets of prefecture-level treasure clothes at a high price. It was also the first time in her life that she received a gift from a man!
what to do?
How should I express tactfully that I actually want to keep all five sets of clothes for my own use?
But if she doesn't keep her word, how can she still have the dignity to claim to be the Holy Lord of the Pure Land?
Han Yue was in a state of confusion when she heard Diao Chan's faint sigh again.
"Sister, don't panic, I'm joking with you."
"Sister, just keep these sets of earth-level treasure clothes. I won't report them to the Pure Land to let eldest sister know."
"ah!?"
Han Yue exhaled softly, feeling a sense of joy in her heart.
But why?
She looked at Diao Chan in confusion, who had slowly stood up.
"In the past few days, my sister has been living in the Taishi Mansion with peace of mind. She is safe and sound."
"When the celebration is over and the eldest sister's plan is successful, the entire Han Dynasty will be within the sphere of influence of the Sanskrit Pure Land, and my sister will be able to travel unimpeded."
"Sister, please rest first. I won't disturb you anymore."
Diao Chan left.
Holy Master Hanyue was the only one left in the waterside pavilion.
The residence of Taishi Dong.
There is always a faint smell of blood floating around.
Late at night, the cold wind blows.
It seems that there are countless ghosts lingering in the Taishi Mansion, looking for an explanation for their wasted death?
Only this waterside pavilion is truly out of the mud and unstained, like a pure lotus standing tall and graceful.
After a long time, Holy Lord Hanyue made a move.
With her sense of cultivation, she could be sure that there was no one else but herself in the entire waterside pavilion.
She looked at the five wooden boxes in front of her, feeling entangled and expecting.
He mustered up the courage to reach out and want to pick up a piece of clothing.
But his hand was frozen in mid-air, even trembling slightly.
"What do you think of these five sets of clothes, Holy Master? If you like them, I can buy them all."
The words Fan Li said a few days ago were echoing in her ears now.
finally!
Holy Lord Hanyue suddenly picked up a set of pink neon clothes!
She fled into the boudoir in a panic but quickly, not forgetting to lower the bead curtain to symbolically block the outside view.
Even though there is really no one in the waterside pavilion area.
After a while, she put on this set of earth-level treasure clothes.
On weekdays, Holy Lord Hanyue always dresses in neutral clothes.
If she didn't have a beautiful face, from a distance, she would look more like a male swordsman with a cold and arrogant expression.
Now, she was wearing red and pink neon clothes, looking at her reflection in the bronze mirror, and she was a little crazy.
It turns out that even if you dress up a little, you can be so beautiful?
But Hanyue also discovered that she still maintained the man's habit of tying her hair, which was extremely inconsistent with what she was wearing.
Hanyue felt inexplicably ashamed!
She pulled her hair apart in a panic, and her long, jet-black hair fell down to her slim waist like a waterfall.
Looking at the reflection in the mirror, it finally looks like a woman should look like.
Hanyue smiled.
She took off the [Frost Sword] that never left her body and threw it aside.
Then she imitated Diao Chan, raised her orchid finger, opened the bead curtain, and walked to the wooden box with unskilled lotus steps.
There are four beautiful clothes, waiting for her to try them on one by one...
(End of chapter)
