Live broadcast: The female heavenly master slays demons and protects the Tao in the power plot

"Where is the token?"

The same problem is also testing Zhan Shuhua.

As a reborn heroine, Zhan Shuhua once felt that she was the chosen one and the center of the world.

She thought she could go ahead of everyone, collect money, win people's hearts, and gather around her all the talents she had heard of in her previous life!

She must get the throne!

In the previous life, Zhan Yunjia was able to ascend the throne as the emperor, the daughter of a humble dancer!

A freak with eyes from the Western Regions, a fool with no knowledge and skills, she can be the queen, why can't she compete for it? Zhan Shuhua is gearing up.

Looking at the arrogant and stupid prince brother, the carrot-headed brothers who have not yet grown up, and Zhan Yunjia who desperately tries to please her grandma in exchange for a good meal... she feels disdainful in her heart.

But she didn't expect that her status as a princess would not only not help her fight for power, but would instead bind her as tightly as those towering palace walls.

In her previous life, she was forced to get married and lived on the grassland for so long that she almost forgot all the rules in the palace.

It was as if she had learned it all over again. As soon as she appeared in front of everyone with the proper manners of a princess, she was tricked by that strange palace maid "Xiaozhi".

In order not to attract Nine Thousand Years Old's attention, she had to take a step back and cut her cheek to show her sincerity in apologizing. Afterwards, in order to restore her appearance, her relationship with Ning Bin became closer...

When she dreamed back at midnight, she really wished she could turn into a ghost and cause trouble in that dead eunuch's dream, so that he could also taste the feeling of his appearance being ruined!

Zhan Shuhua really didn't want to admit that she was jealous of Jiu Qian Sui's face, which was no less beautiful than her mother - could this be the secret of Jiu Qian Sui's father's trust?

What happened next?

Thinking back on it, Zhan Shuhua felt as if he had had a fantastic dream...

She meets a guy who calls himself the Ghost King...

It wasn't until the Ghost King pressed her against the pillow with a ferocious smile and sucked something from her body that Zhan Shuhua suddenly realized:

There's no pie falling from the sky. It's clear that the bad guys have ulterior motives for her!

After the Ghost King left, she obviously felt that she had lost something, but she couldn't tell what it was. She only knew that it was important.

Soon, a new problem arose.

Zhan Shuhua discovered that her time had been stolen and she woke up in a place she didn't recognize!

……

"I don't know, I don't know what the token is."

She stared in horror at the man in purple who was slowly approaching.

Wei Chenfeng leisurely picked up a piece of burning coal with tongs.

The heat wave distorted the air, making Zhan Shuhua throw his head back in fear.

The charcoal burned the strands of hair next to her ears.

She watched helplessly as a charcoal fire burned upwards, burning to the roots of her hair, filling her nostrils with the smell of burnt hair.

The noble princess had never suffered such humiliation except before her death in her previous life.

Zhan Shuhua gritted his teeth: "I am Princess Daqian, the only daughter of my father and mother. What do you mean by arresting me here?"

A slight smile appeared on Wei Chenfeng's flawless side face.

"I heard that the princess is staying in her palace to recuperate. What did you say just now, who are you?"

Zhan Shuhua felt like falling into an ice cave: "...You, you found someone to pretend to be me!"

Wei Chenfeng's eyes seemed to say: You just know?

"The princess once sent someone to the black market to buy a human skin mask for a large amount of money, but she couldn't buy it."

His smile deepened, "The princess has forgotten that the best person in the world at making masks is in the West Factory."

The implication is that her actions are all under the control of Xichang, and someone has already taken over the princess's identity and disguised herself very well.

Zhan Shuhua's face turned pale: "What do you want to do to me?"

Wei Chenfeng's eyes moved from the top of her hair down.

She made a solemn and unyielding gesture, but her body trembled uncontrollably.

Facing the notorious leader of Xichang, she was undoubtedly afraid.

"Princess, I have misunderstood. I am not interested in you personally."

After thinking for a while, Zhan Shuhua finally slowly opened his eyes...

Caught off guard, the tip of the poker was in front of her, only three fingers away from the bridge of her nose!

"what!"

When Zhan Shuhua came to his senses, Wei Chenfeng was gone.

In front of her was a woman in her early thirties, with an expressionless face and her flying fish suit shining brightly in the firelight.

Zhan Shuhua's heart moved: "This sister, could it be that my sister is Lord Liu of Jinyiwei..."

Deputy Commander Liu is a person who is very good at investigating crimes. She is also a rare woman among the Jinyi Guards and is often discussed in the palace.

Liu Yan didn't respond to her warmth, and said without moving, "Yeah."

Before coming, Liu Yan didn't know who was being held here.

She doesn't care either.

Wei Chenfeng's instruction to her was not to kill people and silence them.

She was just asked to examine the female prisoner in person.

You have to search carefully all over your body, not even a hair can be missed.

Liu Yan asked him: "What are you looking for?"

Wei Chenfeng's request is: "As long as it doesn't grow on her own body, take them all away."

So, with Zhan Shuhua screaming more and more harshly, Liu Yan started today's work.

……

At the same time, His Majesty endured the sticky cold sweat on his back and finally temporarily convinced the secret guard commander.

He said this:

"Yuan Jing, the years you have been with me, the tacit understanding and affection we have had over the years, don't you count? Would you rather believe other people's provocations than believe me? Don't let me down."

Yuan Jing, the secret guard commander, hesitated slightly and said solemnly:

"We respectfully abide by the late Emperor's will."

What did the late emperor say?

All instructions are based on tokens!

Just like an army fighting, without the Tiger Talisman, who would dare to easily mobilize troops?

Du Manzhi muttered at the right time: "Is it there or not? Just take it out and take a look and you will know. Why are you so emotional all of a sudden..."

If you have a token, show it off. What does it mean to talk about emotions? Isn’t it just that there is nothing?

The secret guard commander Yuan Jing quickly understood this meaning, with a stern look on his face, and knelt down on one knee:

"Your Majesty, please show me the token! Even if we risk our lives, we will capture anyone for Your Majesty!"

He glanced at Du Manzhi, his fear was silent.

Du Manzhi chuckled: "Don't look at me like that. I also respect your late emperor, but I just can't stand the one in front of me."

Yuan Jing frowned: "Why?"

Du Manzhi picked up another piece of paper.

The above is also the derivation process of the Fourth Prince.

However, the person who made the rubbings may not be very literate, so the words on the paper occasionally lack arms and legs, and there are also some minor problems in the derivation process.

"Although I don't care about the people coming in and out of Xinghuayuan, and I don't bother to check what they carry, but we cultivators have sharp ears and eyes, so it's hard not to see what they are doing."

"Your Majesty wants to know what I teach. You can ask me for the teaching materials in person. It's very unscrupulous and unscrupulous. I don't like it."

The emperor was so angry at her words that he took the second pill.

Thinking about it, I still feel angry, "That's why you..."

Du Manzhi waved his hand: "No, no, I just said it casually as I thought of it."

"you!"

The emperor's face was flushed, and he didn't know whether it was the effect of the medicine or just anger.

Du Manzhi shook the paper away.

"Actually, there's nothing special about my classes. I've told you before that it doesn't matter what you teach. The key is to find the most suitable disciples in the process."

"As for the textbook, I've changed it a lot. Most people won't think of people from other worlds from this, unless... they have a ghost in their heart?"

With a smile on her lips and a cold light in her eyes, she struck at him like a sword:

"What I'm more curious about is, why is Your Majesty so nervous about people from other worlds? Has he done anything untoward?"