Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

The hall was as quiet as a chicken once again. Oh my god, what did they see?

I saw the two princesses being knocked into the air and turned into a burst of 'beautiful' red mist. The red mist dissipated, leaving nothing behind. There really was nothing left behind.

Everyone seemed to still remember the arrogant and domineering face of the second princess flashing before their eyes.

Looking at the girl who was as beautiful as a fairy, it seemed as if there was a devil's shadow accompanying her behind her. She was panicked, horrified, and horrified. She stared blankly at Fu Ling'er's hands, fearing that she would do them too.

Emperor Shengyuan now has no charming thoughts anymore. His trembling hands prove that he is panicking in his heart at this moment. He is even more at a loss and doesn't know what expression to use to face the sudden change.

The Queen now knows what the Eighth Prince said, 'Don't ever cause trouble for that girl. We can only make good friends,' the meaning of this sentence was revealed. The terrifying scene was so shocking that a cold sweat broke out on my back.

The queen was not the only one breaking out in a cold sweat.

Concubine Zhou next to her suddenly screamed, "Ah... Fang'er, my Fang'er," the shrill voice resounded throughout the hall, "Give me back my Fang'er,"

Fu Ling'er's cold and indifferent eyes glanced at Concubine Zhou who was still shouting, "Noisy."

Concubine Zhou's shrill screams stopped abruptly. She didn't dare to take a breath. She held the brocade handkerchief with both hands and covered her mouth desperately, for fear of making any sound.

The second prince was also dumbfounded, staring at Fu Ling'er with horror in his eyes, not daring to move even an inch.

The prince sat upright, his invisible legs shaking uncontrollably. He was now very glad that he had a good relationship with Wan Qiyuan and was not hostile to him.

It seems that the previous promise to Wan Qiyuan needs to be re-examined, and it must not be left to chance. It must be treated with emphasis, but not carelessly. Although he was not perfunctory, Fu Ling'er left a deep impression on him. Later, during his and even his son's reign, the Ma family prospered.

Wan Qiyuan was right, they also gave him back the beautiful mountains and rivers and a peaceful and prosperous age.

This is all a thing for another day, so I won’t state it at all.

The courtiers, ladies, and ladies all wished they could huddle under the table to reduce their sense of presence, especially Bai Xueying, Liu Xiuya, the Zhou sisters, and others who had had such serious conflicts with Fu Linger before. They couldn't find a place to cry now, and they really wanted to beat themselves to death for offending Fu Ling'er before.

At this moment, they just want Fu Ling'er to lose sight of them, forget them, or preferably pretend they don't exist.

Fu Ling'er took the brocade handkerchief Wan Qiyuan handed over and wiped his mouth. After that, he threw the brocade handkerchief on the table, "It's boring. It's so damn unlucky to waste so much delicious food. Let's go! Let's go!" Go home." After saying that, he glanced coldly at Emperor Sheng Yuan who was sitting at the table.

Wan Qiyuan was pleased by her words of going home, and the overwhelming anger in his heart immediately disappeared.

"Well, let's go! Let's go home,"

He stood up and cupped his hands towards Emperor Sheng Yuan who was sitting on top, "Your Majesty, Queen, the night is already dark, so I will leave."

After saying that, he took Fu Ling'er's hand and walked out slowly under the moonlight coming through the window lattice.

Regardless of Emperor Sheng Yuan's reaction, he left openly.

Everyone's eyes followed the steps of the two people and looked towards the entrance of the palace. They secretly breathed a sigh of relief until their backs disappeared from sight at the end.

Everyone looked at me and I looked at you, and we all saw fear in each other's eyes.

The banquet can no longer be held, and now only the queen is still calm. Then the queen spoke,

"That's it for this year's Mid-Autumn Palace Banquet. Let's all disperse. As for what happened tonight, I hope you will keep it a secret. If there is anyone who wants to gossip, I hope he will think twice."

"Yes, Your Majesty, Your Majesty the Queen, please leave."

The ministers have returned to their homes, and the dynamics in the DPRK are about to change. Zhang Shangshu, who did not attend the palace banquet today, was always paying attention to the movements in the palace. As soon as someone came out of the palace, he would send people to the people he was friends with to inquire about the situation.

The final result was that the palace banquet was a success, the royal meal was delicious and the dance was beautiful.

There was no river of blood as he thought. This was the first time Zhang Shangshu doubted his own judgment. Could it be that he guessed wrong, Prince Zhan did not want to attack the emperor.

This is good news! right! It must be.

Wan Qiyuan and Fu Ling'er walked out of the palace gate holding hands. They did not take a carriage, but walked. The lights on the street were brightly lit. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival. Long lanterns were hung on both sides of the street. With the gentle breeze, swing.

The disk in the sky and the lights on the ground complemented each other. What was rare was that neither of them had enjoyed the moonscape so comfortably for a long time.

The sounds of hawking, talking and laughter on the street are endless. Some families go out to go shopping, and the children are holding lanterns in their hands and slowly follow the flow of people, walking towards the lake.

Wan Qiyuan and Fu Ling'er also walked slowly and aimlessly with the flow of people. They admired the street scene, and they were also the most beautiful scenery on this street in the eyes of others.

When we walked to the lake, there were already many people setting off lanterns.

Fu Ling'er was still surprised and asked, "Isn't putting out lanterns the Lantern Festival?"

"Lighting up lanterns during the Mid-Autumn Festival is to pray for family reunion, family harmony, and no disasters."

"Is there such a saying? It's very fitting! No matter when we put out lanterns, we pray to God for peace and happiness."

"Well, you're right,"

The lanterns in the lake float into the distance.

The moon tonight is big and round, and the bright moonlight shines on the lake, covering the people under the moon with a hazy gauze.

Wan Qiyuan looked at Fu Ling'er under the moonlight. She was so beautiful that he couldn't help but want to kiss her. A gentle kiss was placed on Fu Ling'er's forehead. The warm touch made Fu Ling'er's heart tremble. . Is this a kiss?

Fu Ling'er recalled the kiss in a daze, and looked at Wan Qiyuan stupidly, the light in his eyes was brighter than the moon, dazzling.

"Ling'er," Wan Qiyuan kissed her eyes gently, he was so pious, like treating a rare treasure, he gently poured it into his arms.

"Ling'er, I love you." A low and sexy voice sounded in Fu Ling'er's ears.

It was so beautiful that Fu Ling'er forgot where she was. She stood up on tiptoes and kissed Wan Qiyuan gently back, pressing a kiss on the corner of his mouth.

"I'll think about it and give you an answer."

Later, when Fu Ling'er realized what he had done, he was so upset that he blamed the moon. When he looked at the beauties under the moon, they became more and more beautiful, and one of them fell into trouble without being able to control himself.

It was late at night, and the two of them were holding hands and walking back again. Only then did Fu Ling'er remember to say, "I killed the second princess, is that okay?"

"What's the problem? If you die, you'll die. He's just a fool."

"Then Emperor Shengyuan is afraid that he will deal with you again. Believe it or not, he must be beating the control drum right now,"

"That's just right. I'll send him to see the King of Hell tonight." Wan Qiyuan just thought of the way Sheng Yuan Emperor looked at Ling'er and wished he could die immediately.

"No, sometimes death is not better than life. How can we let him die easily? Besides, after the death of Emperor Shengyuan, many things will become complicated, such as the succession of the crown prince and so on. I have a way to make him take the initiative to meditate on the throne. That way I don’t have any worries,”

"How to do?"

"It's up to me, let's go in through the other palace gate. With so many people seeing us leaving the palace, no one will doubt us."

So the two of them wandered around the street and bought some gadgets. As the moon gradually reached the sky, the two of them came to the west door. The guards were changing shifts. Suddenly a gust of wind blew. The guards found nothing unusual and continued to stand guard. .

The two of them arrived at the palace smoothly and headed towards the imperial study. Although there were many guards patrolling, no one noticed the two black shadows floating across the roof.

As we got closer to the Imperial Study Room, the number of people in the palace became less and less. When we arrived at the entrance of the palace, Eunuch Li was standing at the door, his head lowered and he didn't know what he was thinking.

There were banging sounds and urgent gasping sounds in the hall, but there was no sound of drums.

"Oh, this Emperor Sheng Yuan is really hard-working. I can't beat him to death," Fu Ling'er clicked his tongue.

"Let's go in, let's give him a surprise," Fu Ling'er said evilly.

With a snap of Wan Qiyuan's fingers, Eunuch Li fell to the ground. He opened the door and the two of them stepped in.

Emperor Sheng Yuan was seen holding the drum in one hand and banging hard with the other. Sweat was dripping from his forehead. The sound of the door opening made him subconsciously look towards the door.

His eyes widened suddenly, and the drum in his hand rolled to the ground with a bang, hitting Xuan'er as he rolled to the corner, looking at the person coming in horror, "You...you..."

He pointed at Wan Qiyuan and said in disbelief, "You're okay, you...how can you be okay?"

Fu Linger picked up the drum on the ground, a very ordinary small drum, and knocked it, but there was no sound.

Fu Linger shook it again like a dice, and there was a slight sound again. She was no longer interested in the useless drum. With a clap of her hand, the drum turned into ashes and disappeared between heaven and earth.

Emperor Sheng Yuan did not dare to look at the ashes confidently. Was God going to kill him?