Shock: The love letter was sent to the empress by mistake

Behind the barrier, I recalled the pitiful cry of Shen Congshuang being spanked.

As the saying goes, the fisherman gets the advantage, Nie Chen quietly opened his spiritual pupil and looked at the scene behind the barrier.

"What a red palm print, it seems that the empress did not take it lightly."

"This fluctuation, I didn't expect that the Saint Envoy Congshuang is more capable than it looks on the surface..."

"Ahem, this scene..."

After watching for a while, the graceful scene made Nie Chen blush, a little embarrassed.

Seeing that it was about to end, he retracted his spiritual pupil, flashed, and left the palace.

Shen Congshuang always appeared at the most appropriate time and in the most inappropriate place.

But this time, Nie Chen can only say... Well done!

If it weren't for Shen Congshuang entering, he would not have had the opportunity to use the Great Emperor's Finger to turn the game around.

Unexpectedly, "The Great Emperor's Finger" is actually more useful than he imagined.

Recalling what he had done just now, Nie Chen couldn't help but cough awkwardly.

The sound echoed in the palace for a while.

After a while, the sound finally stopped, and Shen Congshuang ran out as if escaping.

"Hey, Saint Envoy Congshuang, long time no see."

Nie Chen greeted.

"Woo woo woo."

But she looked at Nie Chen with tears in her eyes, and it was even harder for Shen Congshuang to stop crying.

As she said that, she flashed and disappeared in the distance.

It was obvious that this girl was bullied badly.

Looking at Shen Congshuang's back, Chu Qingyue also walked out of the palace quickly, and changed her clothes and skirts.

As for the reason...

"Ahem."

Looking at Chu Qingyue's resentful eyes, Nie Chen coughed awkwardly twice:

"Wife, this way we are tied."

"How dare you say that!"

Chu Qingyue's face was completely red with shame.

If I hadn't used beating Shen Congshuang to divert attention, if I was discovered...

"Nie Chen, wait, don't let me catch you in the bedroom at night!"

Chu Qingyue was ashamed and angry.

"Hehe, when I reach the Huading realm, it's not certain who will catch who."

"You!"

After bickering for a while.

As the breeze swept over, the redness on Chu Qingyue's cheeks finally subsided slowly.

Returning to the bedroom, she took the bamboo flute that Nie Chen brought back.

"Is the Saint of Flowers coming to take her flute?"

Recalling what Shen Congshuang said just now, Nie Chen asked.

"Well, but she has other things to discuss with me."

Chu Qingyue nodded.

"Other things?"

"About the imperial mausoleum."

Hearing Chu Qingyue's response, Nie Chen's expression soon became slightly solemn.

The body of Emperor Mingqi was refined into a puppet, which was enough to show that there was something wrong with the extremely mysterious and dangerous imperial mausoleum where countless emperors were buried.

Unexpectedly, the news has been quiet for a long time, and this moment finally came.

All the fallen emperors of Lanchuan Continent are buried in the Emperor's Mausoleum.

It is not only extremely dangerous, but also contains countless treasures and inheritances, and even related to the survival of the entire Lanchuan Continent.

If there is a problem with the Emperor's Mausoleum, its impact will be enough to affect the thousands of lives in the entire Lanchuan Continent.

The matter of the Emperor's Mausoleum is not only about Tianyun Hall, but all the sects and forces in the world need to do their best to solve it.

After all, this matter may even be related to the survival and safety of the entire Lanchuan Continent.

"Let's go."

As the matter is of great importance, Nie Chen and Chu Qingyue quickly came to Tianyun Hall.

At this moment, several supreme elders of Tianyun Hall stood solemnly on both sides.

In the center of the hall, it was the Saint of Flowers who had just arrived.

Her long golden hair gently fell on the rain flower brocade skirt she was wearing.

Clearly exuding an inviolable sense of holiness, her slender figure twisted slightly, yet it had a bit of intoxicating charm.

However, unlike the past, today's Saint of Flowers was much more serious:

"During this period, I sent disciples from the Holy Land to the entrance of the Imperial Mausoleum and detected it with the Seven Source Flowers.

But when they came back, the white Seven Source Flowers they brought had been completely dyed red.

The red color was obviously filled with a bloody smell.

And, according to the disciples' intelligence, even far outside the entrance of the Imperial Mausoleum, they could hear strange roars and howls coming from it.

The sound not only contained a sense of oppression comparable to that of a great emperor, but was also extremely strange and terrifying.

The Imperial Mausoleum, I'm afraid something really happened."

"Yeah."

Chu Qingyue nodded, with a hint of awe in her eyes.

As she expected, the scene in the Imperial Mausoleum was already extremely pessimistic.

But even she didn't expect that this moment would come so quickly.

"But besides that, I have one more thing to say..."

After talking about the imperial mausoleum, Saint Fanhua looked at the elders on both sides and coughed lightly.

"Saint Fanhua and I have something to discuss alone. Except for Nie Chen, everyone else should go down first."

"Yes."

The supreme elders had long been accustomed to Nie Chen being treated favorably by the empress. After responding, they left Tianyun Hall.

Soon, only three people were left in the huge hall.

And when several elders disappeared in the distance.

"Hu~"

Saint Fanhua took a long breath, completely losing her previous seriousness, and instantly regained her agility and playfulness.

"Let's put aside the matter of the Emperor's Mausoleum. Qingyue, you should return my flute to me.

We agreed to borrow it for a few days, but it was borrowed for so long.

This is a heavenly magic weapon. I can't bear to give it away. I have to keep it for myself."

The Saint of Flowers smiled and walked slowly, bringing a fragrant breeze. She came to the steps in a few steps.

"I knew you couldn't be serious for a few minutes."

Chu Qingyue snorted.

Chu Qingyue had long been accustomed to the Saint of Flowers's cold and sacred personality in front of others, but naughty and asking for a beating behind others.

She took out the bamboo flute and was about to give it to the Saint of Flowers, but suddenly realized the most important problem.

The flute had been placed on the bed, so it was accidentally stained with some marks. She forgot to clean it!

Chu Qingyue quickly withdrew her hand and wanted to take back the bamboo flute.

"Qingyue, you have already taken it out, how can you regret it?

This flute has finally made up for its flaws and become a genuine heaven-level magic weapon. I want to go back and play it a few more times."

The Saint of Flowers smiled, not daring to give Chu Qingyue time to take it back.

She quickly exerted a little force and took the bamboo flute in her hand.

"One day without seeing you is like three years."

She stroked the flute body with pity.

Advancing to a heaven-level magic weapon, just playing with the bamboo flute will be of great benefit.

Such a treasure is naturally extremely precious.

The Saint of Flowers smiled knowingly and quickly wanted to play the first song that she had said goodbye to for a long time.

She gently placed the bamboo flute on her red lips, and just as she blew a note, she said "eh".

"Strange, why does it feel a little wrong?"