Legend of the Orchid

In the early morning of the next day, Zhao Tingjie came to see Li Zhonglan again. Zhonglan saw that the green color in the other person's eyes was getting heavier and tended to turn black, and she felt amused in her heart.

Zhao Tingjie frowned slightly, and looked at Zhong Lan. The latter's eyes faltered, and he immediately cast his gaze elsewhere, but the melon-seeded face was still white and clean in front of his eyes, like a intact peach, let alone wrinkles. There is not even a trace of bruises, and there is a thin layer of golden fluff on the face, which looks more and more delicate.

"It seems that you have had a good rest these days." Zhao Tingjie sat on the side of the bed and said playfully.

Zhong Lan suddenly felt that something was wrong, the mansion was already in chaos, how could he still act as if nothing had happened, and quickly covered up: "My place is very remote, no one bothers me, so I slept well .”

Ting Jie smiled and said: "Fool, your place is very close to my house, I just ordered the servants to make you clean."

Zhong Lan saw that the court steps were not suspicious, so she let go of her heart, and began to think about how to fix the court steps tonight.It is said that Zhong Lan almost teased every corner of Zhao's mansion, but he did not scare Tingjie, because Tingjie is not easy to scare, he is very courageous.

While Li Zhonglan was thinking wildly, Zhao Tingjie had already removed the bandage on the opponent's back, and touched the scabbed wound tentatively. Seeing that Zhonglan did not respond, he rubbed the large piece of snow-white skin with his palm with confidence. He sighed, "It's so fast."

Zhong Lan was startled when she heard the other party's voice sound like a murmur, feeling that the danger was coming, and hurriedly yelled in a pretentious manner: "Don't touch it! Ah! It hurts!"

Zhao Tingjie's hand stopped abruptly. According to his temper, he really wanted to slap five finger prints on this back, but he couldn't bear it anyway, so he suppressed his anger, took off the bandage, and then covered him up Quilt, and said: "Your injury is almost healed, but you have to rest on your stomach for a few days, don't move around."

Zhong Lan's heart moved, but then she thought again, Ting Jie's act of giving the stick first and then the honey was really helpless, and the merits and demerits offset the balance, why should he be grateful to him?

It was night, Tingjie stood in front of the window and wiped his Longquan sword.

This sword was the sword of Li Yuan, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty. It was once named Longyuan Seven Star Sword. To avoid the taboo of Li Yuan's name, it was renamed Longquan. Li Yuan was buried in Xianling after his death, and Longquan sword was buried with him. , the Longquan sword fell into the hands of Guo Rong, the emperor of the Later Zhou Dynasty. After Guo Rong died, the sword belonged to his successor son Guo Zongxun.A year later, Zhao Kuangyin forced Guo Zongxun to abdicate, and Guo Zongxun offered the Longquan sword to the opponent in exchange for an iron coupon of Danshu in order to enjoy peace forever.It's a pity that Guo Zongxun is a short-lived ghost. He died of depression two years ago at the age of twenty.

So this sword can also be called an imperial sword. Zhao Kuangyin gave this sword to his son, and his intentions are self-evident. Zhao Tingjie also believes that his father really has the heart to establish a prince, but his uncle Zhao Guangyi always overwhelms him. Doesn't the father want Zhao Guangyi to inherit the throne and make him the crown prince again? Judging by Zhao Guangyi's physique, I am afraid that Zhao Tingjie will be the crown prince for the rest of his life.

Zhao Tingjie smiled wryly, and Zhao Guangyi's words still rang in his ears during the day: "Nephew, it seems that you have been in a bad mood for the past few days. Although young people are energetic, it is better to avoid romantic affairs."

He was keenly aware that the "love affair" was referring to him and Li Zhonglan. According to Zhao Guangyi's hooligan temper, if he was talking about a woman, he would bluntly tell him to stay away from women.

So Zhao Guangyi must be spying on him, how much does he know about himself, and how much eyeliner he has planted around him, does he really want to be the emperor, and he is so eyeing on his nephew!

Zhao Tingjie stared at the cold light on the sword, narrowed his left eye, which also emitted a fierce light, he gritted his teeth and thought, Uncle, since you are unkind, don't blame me for being unrighteous!

At this moment, a gust of cool wind suddenly blew up inside the house, like a cloud piercing dragon, and wherever it passed, the candles were extinguished tacitly.

Ting Jie frowned, and raised the sword in his hand.

The pale moonlight hit the Longquan sword through the half-open window, and a vague figure appeared on the sword, which seemed to be a woman with disheveled hair.

The woman raised her two skinny hands, as if she was going to capture someone, she floated towards Zhao Tingjie silently.

A kite on the court steps turned over, raised his sword and stabbed at the woman's throat quickly, and suddenly heard the other party choked up: "My son..." He was shocked, and the sword body was staggered in a flash, but the force sent out was too late to retract, Longquan Sword Slashed down in the air, splitting a coffee table in half.

After Zhao Tingjie stood firm, he turned to look at the woman, but still held the sword in his hand. The woman no longer floated in the air, but stood on the ground, and looked at Tingjie with a kind smile on her face.

Her face was extremely vague, as if covered by a layer of white smoke, very ethereal, somewhat resembling Ting Jie's biological mother, He Shi, but upon closer inspection, she didn't look very similar, but it was enough to shock Ting Jie.

Ting Jie lost his mother at the age of seven. His mother has always been a warm memory in his heart. The He family was virtuous and virtuous. After his death, Zhao Kuangyin posthumously named Empress Xiaohui. In front of him, how can we not make the other party's eyes red?

"Mother..." The call that had been absent for more than ten years came out of his mouth again, and the spring breeze in April brushed Zhao Tingjie's heart, and it softened instantly.

Still smiling, He Shi nodded slightly. She opened her hands and made a gesture of hugging, beckoning her son to come over.

The Longquan sword fell to the ground with a "bang", Ting Jie couldn't control his emotions anymore, and ran excitedly to his mother who had been away for many years.

At this moment, Li Zhonglan was sitting on the bed with his eyes closed, but the corners of his lips were slightly raised. In just a moment, he turned He Shi's face into a hideous skull shape, to see if Zhao Tingjie could stand the shock .

It can be said that it was too late, but Li Zhonglan's meridians all over his body seemed to be pierced by countless steel needles in an instant. He screamed in pain, and immediately collapsed powerlessly.

On the other side, Zhao Tingjie watched coldly the woman with the yellow talisman on her chest fluttering her hands, which gradually turned into a cloud of nothingness. Finally, the Dao talisman full of cinnabar water spells fell to the ground, and the room quickly recovered. calm.

Although he lost his mother when he was young, he has also sharpened his heart of iron and steel. Just because of a woman who looks a lot like his mother, he wants to scare him. Is he a vegetarian who is a victorious general who fights on the battlefield?

But Li Zhonglan's side was very bad. He found that ten transparent silk threads slowly condensed on his ten fingers. The silk threads seemed to be attached to spiritual energy, and they went straight through the window and spread out.

He hurriedly stopped the spell, but the silk thread seemed to be growing on his finger, and he couldn't shake it off no matter what.

Zhong Lan knew that there must be a master in the mansion, and secretly said something was wrong.He originally thought that the other end of the silk thread was controlled by someone. If he used the silk thread as a medium to win the mana spell with the opponent, he might be able to get rid of this trouble. , struggling again, and being bound again, he couldn't help retching a few times.

"Hateful!" Zhong Lan wiped the corners of her mouth with her sleeve, and rubbed her temples desperately, trying to wake herself up. He knew that the silk thread was a great magic weapon, which could control souls. Sadly, he was good at controlling others. Mind, but he didn't expect that his soul would be controlled by others one day, and he still has nothing to do, which is really ironic.

Soon, there were footsteps and shouts in the distance, and the mansion became lively. Zhong Lan became anxious. If he dragged on, he, the instigator, would be discovered, and he had to get rid of the soul-control thread as soon as possible.

After much deliberation, only Master's Soul Slashing Technique can work.The master refused to teach Zhong Lan the soul-slaying technique, so he half-learned this spell, and generally realized it on his own. Suicide is no different.

But time waits for no one, and Zhong Lan can't afford to think too much, the footsteps outside are getting closer, Zhong Lan gritted her teeth, first condensed several purple thunderbolts, and then pulled the part of her soul bound by the silk thread out of her body .

In an instant, his soul was shrouded in dark purple light. Accompanied by a burst of fierce collisions, dazzling lights flashed from time to time in the room. The transparent silk threads were all cut off, and his soul returned to his body.

Zhong Lan hurriedly stopped her hands, but couldn't stop the sharp pain in her chest, "Wow", spit out a big mouthful of blood, and at the same time, his hands seemed to be scalded by a branding iron, so hot that he almost cried out. He opened his palms and saw, There was a bright red bloodstain of Yin-Yang fish on each of his two palms, it was really suitable to follow the picture.

There was a voice outside the house, it seemed that the Taoist priest wanted to come in, but someone stopped him, saying that His Highness ordered not to disturb the young master's rest, so the Taoist priest had no choice but to give up, and left after saying a few words.

Li Zhonglan secretly rejoiced that he didn't even have the strength to speak right now, and if he tried to deal with others, he might be killed.The seriously injured body was extremely exhausted, and Zhong Lan soon fell into a coma.