Shi Feixuan was walking in a hurry. She shouldn't have said leave, but should have flown, because her whole body seemed to be riding the wind, and her posture was very beautiful.
She had swept a few feet away, her toes were a little bit higher, her body was a little taller, and her speed was a little faster. From Huangcheng to Chang'an, the normal journey takes seven days, and the time is really too tight...
She knew that Li Shimin had left Huangcheng for four days, which meant that Li Shimin had arrived in Chang'an within three days with the magic sword. Not only did she have to catch up with Li Shimin within three days, but she also had to rush back to Chang'an as quickly as possible to stop Buddhism and Taoism and Zhengdao from taking action against that man.
Once he takes action, it will be a disaster for the righteous path of Buddhism!
Who is Tianjun?
Become the enemy of the world, have no one to resist, regard the earth as a chopping block, and laugh at all living beings as fish and meat!
Tianjun, he is actually Tianjun. Why is he Tianjun just because he has the same name?
The master's concubine Xuan was confused. The Cihang Sword Code focuses on tranquility, guarding, emptiness, and non-being, which means to face the world indifferently, face it indifferently, treat it indifferently, and accept it indifferently; but how could she do it at this moment? Be indifferent to your face, be indifferent to your reactions, be even more indifferent to your treatment, and be indifferent to your feelings...
No one can remain calm when facing him!
In addition to hurrying on her way, she could only pray to the Buddha. The devil is not the Lord of Heaven, and what he wants is not what he wants.
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The night is getting late, and the full moon is waxing and waning.
There is a pool of water under the moon, and a pavilion above the pool. In the pavilion, there is a fire, a pot of wine, and a man.
When the wine bottle was empty, he picked up a piece of green wood and began to carve a figure. He had no knife or edge in his hand, but he used his finger as a sharp edge to carve the figure. His index finger was not only slender and powerful, but also extremely sharp.
This shouldn't be something he would do casually, because he has no one to miss, not to mention this is a portrait of a woman, the portrait of that old woman...
Huanwan floated in like a ghost, blowing up a gust of fragrant wind. She seemed to have returned to her own fragrant boudoir, and lay down leisurely in her arms, sighing as if she was very comfortable.
"It's so tiring. Those annoying guys keep killing each other and sneaking in all the time."
A burst of fragrance, facing the softness and grace in his arms, his eyes did not turn away, his heart did not move, and his hands never stopped; under his skillful hands, the soft and graceful outline of the figure in his hand gradually formed.
Seeing that teasing him was useless, Huanwan stood up from his arms very delicately, holding her cheeks in her delicate hands, her beautiful eyes focused on this man, and then looked at the portrait...
Huanhua suddenly said with a resentful expression that was not pitiable, "Are you thinking about your wife? How can Huan'er like someone like you when you are so busy?"
The portraits are lifelike, not only their appearance, but also their clothing and demeanor are all vividly depicted, as if they were characters walking out of the painting. The carved woman is very beautiful, not only beautiful, but also indescribably cool. She has long sleeves and a floor-length skirt. She has an upright figure and graceful grace. She seems to have a kind of frightening magic power about her.
It's obviously just a human figure, but it's so unattainable and unattainable.
Seeing that he ignored her and continued to carve the portrait, Huanwan said angrily, "I'm going to sleep, so you can carve the portrait slowly!"
As she spoke, she acted like she was about to get up but didn't get up, and finally she groaned and stood up.
Xuanyuan sighed slightly and said: "Jun'er is the most gentle, beautiful and graceful one. She has never been angry with me, never blamed me, hated me, or blamed me for anything. Si Niang is the most aggressive, not She looks like a woman but looks like a thief, but at most she will attack me with a knife and will never hurt others. Qingqing has the most leisurely and quiet temperament. Although she will be dissatisfied with me, if I can coax her a little more, Her dissatisfaction will also disappear. Although Xing'er looks cold and icy, she is gentle and kind. As long as I treat her well and never neglect her, then everything will be easy. Qianqian is the most considerate to me. If you and I When we go back together, she will be the first person who can be happy for me."
Her beautiful eyes were staring at him like bright stars in the dark night sky, with a charming expression, as if she still didn't understand anything.
After the portrait was ready, he was handed it to Huanhan arbitrarily, and he only heard him say: "Her name is Yao Yue. If she wants to kill you and you are unable to defeat her, the portrait may be able to save your life!"
Huanhua took the portrait and said in shock: "Save Wen'er's life?"
He nodded arbitrarily and said, "She will definitely kill you."
Hanhan's eyes changed slightly, but her expression was still a little dull and she said, "Why do you want to kill Hanhan?"
Randomly stretched out his hand and touched his nose unconsciously, and said: "She can't defeat me, and there's nothing she can do about it, so I can only vent my anger and jealousy against you."
Seeing that he also showed a rare expression of embarrassment, Huanhua said with a full smile: "I understand, it turns out that you are afraid that Madam will blame you, so Huan'er is waiting for Renlang to suffer?"
He nodded arbitrarily and admitted: "You can say so."
But Huan'er's smile became sweeter and more beautiful. She just laughed and said, "Then what if Huan'er accidentally kills this sister Yaoyue?"
Ranran was stunned and said in surprise: "If this is the case, then I will definitely not blame Huan'er, and I will never blame you."
Seeing this man's expression and hearing his reaffirming words, Huanwan couldn't guess that her "sister" must be better than her in martial arts, and much better. Otherwise, how could this damned person say that? if? !
The sweet smile faded from her pretty face, and Huanhan put on a very resentful expression, sighing: "Will you not help Huanhua? What if Huaner dies at her hands?"
Ran Ran paused, seemed to think for a moment, and then sighed quietly: "You should practice the 'Wanxian Xingluo Shou' earlier. As long as Huan'er masters it, no one can do anything to you."
Huanwan showed a charming and seductive expression, raised her shoulder blades, squinted her eyes and said, "Then I should practice hard. I just hope I don't die in the hands of that Madam Ren. Even if I die, I will deserve it!"
After saying that, the man left like a shadow and angrily, ignoring him again.
He sighed with a hint of melancholy.
There was a sudden sound of footsteps, and 'Wei Shiren' Wei Lianxiang came over with wine and food in her hands.
"Your Majesty!"
He nodded casually, looked at the food and wine arranged, and waited on the people on the side, and said calmly: "How long have you been waiting?"
Wei Lianxiang trembled and said, "Don't be surprised, Your Majesty. I just don't dare to come forward and disturb you."
Randomly glanced at him and said: "If you were smarter, you would know when to 'disturb' and when not to disturb. Call Song Shidao over."
"Yes, I will go and invite you, old slave."
He bowed and retreated, his expression of sincerity and fear was a hundred times worse than when he was serving Li Yuan. He was really afraid of this 'Heavenly Lord'. Even though Li Yuan was the Emperor of Tang Dynasty, he was executed and thrown into the palace just for offending the Heavenly Lord. How could he not be cautious?
The person slowly retreated, and not long after, another person slowly walked over.
Seeing the person coming, Ran Ran couldn't help but raise an eyebrow...
