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The spring is short, and it is April, the sky is drizzled, the air is getting hotter and hotter, the emperor has been lying on the sick bed for a long time but has not recovered, the hearts of the people in the court are floating, Xu Li is devastated every day, and several times he wants to pass Ying Zhou into the palace, but is stopped by the emperor , Enduring extremely tormented.

Goodbye to Ying Zhou, it is Qingming to pay respects to the imperial mausoleum.

Ying Zhou had always dressed lightly, but this day he was dressed in plain black. Silver thread embroidered sixteen petals of lotus flowers on the hem and cuffs of his clothes, which made him white as fresh snow, and a belt stretched thin The waist is thin and straight.

The imperial mausoleum is built on the middle of the mountain. Even if you are a prince, you can only walk up the mountain.On the way, Xu Li slowed down and walked to Ying Zhou's side. The inner eunuch who followed was very winking, and immediately fell behind two steps, blocking the civil and military officials behind him, creating a considerable distance.

Xu Li stretched out a hand to Ying Zhou, and said in a gentle voice, "The mountain road is difficult, how about holding the national teacher alone?"

Ying Zhou still remembered that Xu Boyuan was jealous of Xu Li, so he smiled back, paused slightly, and moved away from Xu Li by a step, avoiding him.

Xu Li couldn't hide his disappointment, and said, "It's just been a few days since I saw each other, how could the national teacher have such a relationship with Gu?"

Ying Zhou hesitated and didn't answer. When he had never been intimate with Xu Li, how could he talk about it?

Xu Li thought about him for almost two months. Now that she finally saw him, her heart was soft, and she was afraid that Ying Zhou would alienate him even more, so she had to hold back her temper, changed her brisk tone, and asked, "Today Why don't you see Xiaobai? You should tell him to send the national teacher up, why don't the national teacher go by himself."

What he said was a little frivolous, as if Xiaobai should be Ying Zhou's mount, and Ying Zhou didn't want to argue with him, he just said: "Xiaobai has gone home."

"Home?" Ying Zhou was finally willing to speak, Xu Li was overjoyed, and asked, "Is it Buzhou Mountain where the national teacher used to live?"

Ying Zhou shook his head, "No, it was his original home."

Xu Li asked again: "Then when will he come back?"

when will you be back-

Looking at the stairs that are about to reach the end, Ying Zhou wanted to sigh very much.

He didn't even know if Xiaobai was willing to come back.

After the complicated and lengthy worship, everyone returned to the foot of the mountain to take a rest.

Ying Zhou returned to his carriage, and as soon as he sat down, there were two light knocks from outside, and a short eunuch came in with a food box, bowed and knelt down, "Master, this is what the emperor ordered to prepare." pastry."

"Your Majesty?" Ying Zhou asked strangely.

"Exactly," the inner eunuch opened the lid of the first layer of the food box, took out a plate of exquisite snacks and placed them on the carriage table, "the emperor said, this is what was agreed with the national teacher, and the national teacher can understand it at a glance. "

- Understand what?

Ying Zhou didn't know why, so he saw that the inner eunuch opened the second layer of the food box, and there was a bright yellow scroll lying horizontally inside.

The inner eunuch held up the scroll and presented it with both hands, "National teacher, please."

Ying Zhou took it, and was about to open it, the inner supervisor said: "There are many people here, the national teacher might as well go back and look at it."

"I understand." Ying Zhou nodded, and put the scroll into his wide sleeve.

During the Qingming Festival, the drizzle was caught in the wind and fell obliquely into the world. On the cliff, the siblings stood with their hands behind their backs.

A few steps in front of him, Fan Ye sat with one knee bent, the other leg hanging on the cliff, his chin resting on one hand, his silver snake eyes were full of interest, "What is the emperor doing? He wants to give the throne to the dragon son?"

Sitong smiled, "How is it possible?"

Fan Ye said: "How do you know it's impossible? Isn't the old emperor very defensive against you recently? Don't tell me you didn't notice."

Sitong squinted his eyes slightly, looking at the boundary between the sky and the earth in the distance, "Fan Ye, you don't understand, everyone lives for their own benefit, and the emperor is the best among them, he couldn't be more selfish."

"Oh?" Fan Ye raised his eyebrows, "You do understand."

"Indeed, I know better than you." Sitong raised his skinny hand, a dense black mist filled his palm, and there came a shrill and subtle scream, ethereal like the sound of wind, and sharper than the sound of wind. Listen carefully, there is a man There are women, old and young.

Fan Ye tilted his head, looked up at him, smiled ironically after a while, and said, "I forgot, you are the same as them."

"Okay," Sitong waved away the black mist casually, "No matter what the Human Sovereign thinks, I don't need him to be smart about my plan. Fan Ye, go and get that scroll and give it to me."

As soon as the words fell, Fan Ye's figure suddenly disappeared.

In less than a blink of an eye, he appeared behind Sitong, and a series of faint blue thunderbolts flashed in the ground under Sitong's feet, carrying a little bit of killing intent.

Fan Ye moved his fingertips slightly, and Lei Guang cut a bloodstain on Si Tong's face.

Pressing his fingertips on Sitong's spine, he said indifferently: "I'm not Shumei, don't order me."

Sitong shrugged, "Sorry, I'm used to it."

Fan Ye smiled coldly, and after another moment, the figure in black completely disappeared on the cliff.

Sitong stood quietly on the cliff for a while, and brushed his cheek with his thumb with his backhand, leaving a little blood on his pale fingertips.

The hazy drizzle blurred the sky and the earth, he smiled, licked away the bright red with the tip of his tongue, and narrowed his eyes comfortably.

Set off and return to Beijing.

It was originally a mild wind and light rain, but it was getting bigger and bigger halfway, with dark clouds covering the top, lightning and thunder, and it seemed that it would not stop for a while.

The team had to stop, and the palace servants came to invite Ying Zhou, "National Teacher, it's hard to walk in heavy rain, His Royal Highness, please ask the National Teacher to cast a spell to drive away the rain."

Ying Zhou was also worried about Xu Boyuan who was riding a horse outside, when Xu Li said so, he got up and got out of the car.

Xu Li stood on the shaft of the East Palace carriage, seeing Ying Zhou getting off the carriage, she immediately went over to hold an umbrella for Ying Zhou, but as soon as he got off the carriage, he saw Xu Boyuan approaching on Fushuang holding a large oilcloth umbrella, He got off his horse, stood beside Ying Zhou, said something in a low voice, and Ying Zhou nodded.

The two of them were in a close posture, most of Xu Boyuan's umbrella was covering Ying Zhou's head, and he didn't care about the wetness of his own shoulders, Xu Li kicked the palace servant beside him, and said angrily: "Idiot! Hurry up and give it to the national teacher." Umbrella?!"

——Give Xu Boyuan a chance to perform.

The inner eunuch ran over staggeringly, and forced himself between Ying Zhou and Xu Boyuan. Ying Zhou raised his head to look at Xu Li, and Xu Li immediately showed a smile, very bright and a little smug.

Ying Zhou: "..."

Speaking of casting spells, it's just a matter of waving a fan.

Ying Zhou took out his Huagu fan, raised his hand towards the dark clouds in the sky, and fanned out a small wave of wind and waves, swirling up with the drizzle, and rushed into the sky. The rumbling thunder was like a war drum, directing the heavy rain pouring down like thousands of troops.

"boom--"

Suddenly a thunderbolt struck and landed in the middle of the crowd, causing people to be turned upside down. The horses were frightened and raised their heads, and the neighing sound spread from the front of the team to the tail of the team, causing panic immediately!

Xu Li yelled at the chaotic crowd: "What's going on?! Stop alone!"

However, the sound of rain and thunder was deafening, no one heard what he was saying, and then several thunderstorms fell, and the scene became even more chaotic——

"Ying Zhou!" Xu Boyuan pushed away the inner eunuch standing in the middle, took Ying Zhou's arm and pulled him half-shielded into his arms, and shouted, "Go back to the carriage first!"

"and many more!"

Ying Zhou refused to leave, and swung the ancient fan towards Xu Li. In an instant, the wind from the tip of the fan entangled a faint blue lightning that fell straight down in midair, and exploded with a bang. When it reaches two feet, it will land on top of Xu Li's head!

"National... National Teacher..."

Xu Li was frightened by the earth-shattering sound and froze in place. After the momentary light went out, he could no longer see where Ying Zhou was.

Ying Zhou grabbed Xu Boyuan's wrist with his backhand, "It doesn't matter to me, go find Aluan!"

Xu Boyuan wrapped his arms around his shoulders, led him to avoid the rushing crowd, brought him under the eaves of the carriage, leaned over to block most of the rainwater for him, and whispered in his ear: "There is a cloud beside Ah Luan, I will follow you."

Under the heavy rain, everyone, regardless of high or low, was soaked, and the mud splashed all over them.Xu Boyuan wiped the water off Ying Zhou's face, and when he looked out again, a black figure vaguely appeared in the blurred field of vision.

Xu Boyuan's sword came out half an inch, "Who?"

The rainwater in front of them seemed to have a consciousness of its own, and it automatically split into two to make way for it.

Fan Ye came here at a leisurely pace, his body refreshed, his silver snake eyes shimmering in the night-like darkness.

He responded with a smile on Zhou's lips, "Buzhou Tiger, long time no see."

The author has something to say: Hmm... I update it according to the fate, and the collection has been dropping recently, which is also very sad =A=

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