the next day.
Jinzhou City, the backyard of Huaizi small pawnshop.
"Boom! Boom!"
Zhao Huai took a wooden hammer and kept hammering the wooden board.
A wooden shed has been erected here, and it is beginning to show its scale. Inside the shed is a small pool made of pebbles, surrounded by flowers, plants and greenery.
He planned to open up a separate area in the backyard to use as a hot spring. He had wanted to do this since he came back.
After working for a long time, a small hot spring resort finally took shape.
Pour the well water, and then Zhao Huai buries the Heavenly Blood Spirit Stone at the bottom of the small pond.
After a while, a red light emerged from the bottom of the water, a steady stream of heat quickly spread out, and the water in the pool began to bubble "gurgling".
Hot steam rose and soon it looked like a hot spring.
"Yes, there will be artificial hot springs to soak in in the future, but changing the water is a bit troublesome." Zhao Huai said with a grin.
He was very lucky to have a big garden. His garden had many uses and was bigger than the back gardens of those wealthy businessmen's mansions.
Is it illegal construction? Just give me some money to spend, there's nothing money can't solve.
Zhao Huai immediately couldn't wait to try the effects of his own hot spring.
No need to take off clothes, just sit inside. The water in the pool is catalyzed by the Heavenly Blood Spirit Stone and becomes crystal clear.
There is a pure energy hidden in the hot spring. It is this energy that makes Zhao Huai's cultivation speed much faster again.
The sea of Qi in Dantian hardly needs to circulate, and the surrounding spiritual energy is continuously sent in, and it is very active. The time it takes to circulate for a day is greatly shortened.
This speed is much faster than that of monks with spiritual roots.
And because Zhao Huai planted the Spirit-Gathering Grass, the spiritual energy in the back garden was very rich, far exceeding that outside.
The environment is also good.
The accumulation of taking the Peiyuan Pill before was gradually reflected, and Zhao Huai's realm gradually rose.
The true energy in the body immediately caused a small wave.
"Build the second floor of the foundation!"
Zhao Huai's eyes suddenly opened, feeling his increasingly powerful cultivation.
A smile couldn't help but appear on the corner of his mouth. If he continued to practice at this speed, he could expect a golden elixir.
He stood up, steamed his clothes with real energy, walked into the house, and walked around but saw no one.
"Where is Madam?"
Glancing at the sky, he thought that he might have gone out to buy groceries, as it was almost time for dinner.
At this time, he stared at the carpenter carrying a long coarse cloth package passing by at the street corner. From a distance, he said hello with a smile:
"Old Wang, it's so late, why are you still going out to work?"
But after hearing what he said, Lao Wang turned his head dully, showed a stiff smile that was uglier than shit, and nodded.
Then he rubbed oil on his feet and disappeared in the blink of an eye. This vigorous and vigorous movement did not look like that of a fifty-year-old uncle.
"Strange, why didn't you reply?"
Zhao Huai expressed doubts.
...
At the intersection of the vegetable market.
Yu Qinghan held the vegetable basket in his hands while staring at the green-robed man in front of him, and said expressionlessly:
"Yunlong, haven't I already said it? I won't say the same thing twice."
Yunlong said solemnly: "I am not here this time to persuade the princess."
Yu Qinghan frowned and asked, "What do you mean?"
Yunlong's face was solemn and he said, "Something happened to the Emperor."
"What's going on?" Yu Qinghan frowned deeper and asked sternly.
"The emperor has been assassinated. I only received the news last night and today. His life or death is unknown at the moment."
Yunlong said in a hoarse voice.
A flash of inexplicable surprise flashed across Yu Qinghan's eyes, and then he fell into silence.
After a long time, he asked:
"No other news? Are you lying to me?"
Yunlong shook his head: "The incident happened suddenly. Even I only got one sentence. I don't know exactly what happened. If my subordinates come to tell me, it can be regarded as repaying the kindness of the former princess. Believe it or not, it all depends on you, princess."
The two places are thousands of miles apart, so he can get the latest news and tell them, which is the end of his kindness and justice.
After all, he is the emperor's eyes and ears and can only do things for the emperor.
Facing the princess in front of him, to be honest, he still felt a little pity.
What she lost was only temporary, but what the princess lost was her father.
Even if the emperor dies, the status of the Tsing Yi Guards will not be shaken. As long as Daxia is there, they will be there.
On the other hand, Her Majesty the Princess, since the General's Fifth Army was mobilized in large numbers, the Princess's line has been officially disbanded, and she is now alone, and now her only support is about to be lost.
Can it not be pitiful?
There was silence in the air for a long time. Yunlong was the first to break the silence and took out a golden silk book from his arms, which seemed to be an imperial decree like a secret edict.
After handing the silk book to the other party, he said in a deep voice:
"Your Highness, please take care of yourself. It's time for me to return to the capital."
After saying that, he jumped up and disappeared.
Yu Qinghan held the silk book and opened it slightly. The words written on it were exactly what Yunlong himself relayed to her father a few days ago.
Between the lines, one can see how much her father misses her.
She put away the silk book, picked up the vegetable basket, and walked down the street with an extremely complicated expression on her face.
But he was comforting himself in his heart.
My father was in excellent health, how could he die so easily.
Maybe it was the father who forged the fake news in order to trick her into going back. He must be alive and well.
Yes, that's definitely the case.
No reply, definitely not.
Even though he thought about it this way, Yu Qinghan couldn't help but think about another possibility.
What should we do if our father is really gone?
Bai Shan's filial piety comes first. After all, he is his father. Should he go back to see him for the last time?
Secondly, since her father is dead, her eldest brother must have no one to look after her, and her second brother has no one to suppress her. It is still unknown who will successfully ascend the throne.
They can't fight. If the eldest brother seizes the throne, he will have to mobilize his troops. The foreign tribes in the north have been watching him with eager eyes. They have been saying that he is not smart and hope that he will not be so stupid when the time comes.
If the Central Plains is in trouble, wouldn't it just give the southern cults an opportunity? If they take advantage of it, it will be really difficult to deal with it.
Because of this, the whole Great Xia is over.
As he thought about it, Yu Qinghan froze and stopped in his tracks.
Even she didn't notice that this train of thought was strangely smooth.
The reason why I can live in seclusion safely is because the world is peaceful enough and I don't need to worry about it anymore.
Who would have thought that things would happen so suddenly?
My father was in his prime and took longevity pills every year. He didn't look like he was about to die. He must have been overthinking it.
Yu Qinghan continued walking again and breathed a sigh of relief.
Hopefully the worst-case scenario she just thought was just a guess.
"I haven't gotten over my overthinking problem yet, so why not make some dumplings tonight."
The sign of Huaizi Pawnshop gradually became clear in front of Yu Qinghan's eyes. She smiled slightly and was about to go home.
A Fiery Pegasus galloped towards the official road, carrying a lot of smoke and dust. The Fiery Pegasus was notoriously expensive. It could easily travel three thousand miles a day, so it was not something that ordinary people could afford.
The person riding the fierce horse is a woman. Her ponytail rises with the bumps. This posture has an inexplicable heroic feeling.
Yu Qinghan frowned when he saw the person coming and heard a sound from a distance.
"Sister! The emperor passed away!"
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