Loveless Cheng Huan in Another World

Mandela didn't know what was in the hand of the boy who suddenly came out of Ruoqian Palace, and lowered his head in doubt to look at the brocade box he handed to him.

"What is this?" The soldier shrugged his eyebrows and asked coldly.

He Yun's body trembled slightly, "This is... This is something that the empress asked me to give to your lord."

Mandelala glanced at the boy suspiciously, and after grabbing the box and opening it, his expression changed instantly.Picking up the crimson silk handkerchief in the box with one hand, he stared at He Yun incredulously.

"Your?" Mandela said these two words for a long time.

He Yun nodded, and soon a few drops of cold rain fell on his forehead. He looked up at the gray and gloomy sky—it must be raining.

……

A few hours ago.

Cold palace.

"Feng Ling?" Nuan Nuan closed his eyes, his small body was still lying on the bed, humming weakly, "What time is it?"

Seeing that no one answered in the room, Nuan Nuan pursed his mouth, closed his eyes lazily, and muttered, "Guocheng...I'm thirsty."

"Eep———" Xiaolong stood beside the bed, licking his warm little face with his sticky tongue, trying to wake him up.

"Xiaolong~" Wen Nuan curled up her delicate lips, and murmured dreamily, "Only lick your face, no other places... I'm so thirsty, I'm going to find Feng Ling."

"Yiuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"Your Highness, are you awake?" Qingshuang has not yet gotten used to the warm work and rest time. After opening the door, she frantically said, "It's just dawn, what does Your Highness need slaves to do?"

Nuan pointed to her throat, and Qingshuang hurriedly ordered the maid outside the hall to bring a bowl of ice flower water.

The golden spoon collided with the porcelain bowl, making a harsh sound.Nuan frowned, signaled Qingshuang to stop feeding herself, and lay back on the bed again.

"Damn this servant, I will change the spoons now, and I promise that I will not disturb His Royal Highness by making any more noise." Seeing Nuan Nuan showing displeasure, Qingshuang quickly turned pale, knelt on the ground and did not dare to breathe.

Nuannuan seemed to be out of shape at all, took the porcelain bowl in Qingshuang's hand, drank the remaining wine, patted Qingshuang on the shoulder, and told her to back down.

"Your Highness." Seeing Qingshuang leave, Bing Xiao walked out from behind the screen, "Your Highness, your wrist..."

"Bingjiao", Nuannuan didn't dislike Bingjiao as much as Xuanyuan Kaiao did, and while opening his right wrist to show him, he said indifferently, "Look, what an obvious scar. Last night, Someone took the blood of this hall."

"Your Highness, the blood spar can be used to draw blood." Bing Xiao looked down seriously at the deep scar, although it wasn't very long, but it was deep enough to see the bone. A light flashed in his eyes, but it was only fleeting.Bingjiao finally shook his head, "I only heard that the blood spar takes blood from the arteries and can preserve the activity for 1000 years. This stone is a magic stone, a very powerful weapon in the demon world..."

"Is [Wang] here to take my blood?" Wen Nuan frowned, poured a glass of ice flower water for Bing Xiao and himself, and signaled him to sit down.

"No, my subordinates haven't found any signs of demons haunting them recently, including demon pressure." Bingjiao denied Wen Nuan's suspicion, "Also, it is said that the blood spar has been lost in the demon world for a long time."

"Who is going to take my blood?" Nuan Nuan said to himself, looking at the red scar left by the dried blood, "Queen?" Nuan Nuan gasped, probably not... But, if it wasn't her, it was someone else , Isn't it a coincidence?

"It can't be ruled out that it's the Empress." Bingjiao's tone was unrealistically wise, "Your Highness, maybe...the last card in her hand is not He Yun."

Wennuan smiled slightly, "Bingjiao, tell Qingshuang to pass on breakfast."

"Yes, it's my turn to accompany His Highness to exercise this morning." Bingjiao saluted respectfully, then got up and left.

……

Ruoqian Palace, where luxury and classics coexist, the palace of the empress of the Alves Empire, was besieged and intercepted by soldiers in armor with spears in their hands, waiting for Mandela to give an order, and the whole place was destroyed in one fell swoop. Ruoqian Palace, to avenge the dead 'sister-in-law'.They don't need to know that sister-in-law is a mother, they only need to know that sister-in-law was murdered by this woman, that's enough.

Just as everyone was in a state of panic, a torrential rain fell from the sky at the fastest speed, but Mandelala did not give the order to enter the palace for a long time.

The crimson silk handkerchief... Mandelala is already considered a veteran. Although he is still young, he really knows how precious the crimson silk handkerchief is in his hand.This silk handkerchief is a silk handkerchief made of ice silk spit out by the blood-sucking ice silkworm after sucking His Majesty's blood.

"Bold slave, don't kneel down when you see His Majesty's blood handkerchief!" Bingqian had already come to the man unconsciously.

It was raining heavily.But Mandela didn't have the slightest intention of retreating, Bingqian's eyes were alluring and charming, and there was an indescribable aura when she stared at people.

Mandela took a deep breath, got off the horse, held the blood handkerchief respectfully in his palm, and knelt down on one knee.

Bingqian snorted coldly, wanting to regain the blood handkerchief, Mandala held it tightly, "Empress, I don't know why Your Majesty's blood handkerchief is here with you, this is the evidence to verify His Majesty's heirs, you will accumulate it yourself Taking it out of Shang Pharmacy... is an unforgivable crime."

"Heh," Bingqian sneered, leaned closer to the man and said in a low voice, "Mandelala, general, you see your own status clearly, dare to threaten this palace? Your wife's blood is not cold, why don't you go too?" Burial her?"

Mandela clenched his fists, and there was a crackling sound from joint to joint.

"General," Bingqian raised her lips, "there is a smear of fresh blood in the center of this blood scarf, didn't the general notice it?"

Mandela nodded, "The blood that can be printed on the blood scarf must be His Majesty's flesh and blood."

"The general is absolutely right," Bingqian said, "The azalea in the middle is exactly what the imperial doctor printed on Yun'er's blood when he was testing Yun'er's blood."

"Impossible! I wouldn't believe it!"

Rumbling--

The thunderous sound of shocking power shocked even the tall old trees on the side of the road.

"General, His Royal Highness has an order. Put this silk handkerchief in the brocade box first. If it gets soaked by rain, it will be difficult to deal with..." Bingjiao walked to Mandala and whispered to him.

"Why can't it be soaked by the rain?" Mandela didn't quite understand, and Bing Qian squinted her eyes and looked at Bing Xiao.

"Anyway, it's His Highness's order to put it in the brocade box first." Bingjiaomo said.

"Why?" Bingqian sneered, taking advantage of Mandela's distraction, she snatched the silk handkerchief tightly held in the man's leather glove, "This is the blood test evidence of Bengong Yun'er, why should I listen to your master's order?" ?”

Bingjiao slightly raised his jaw and turned to look at Mandela, "General, please come back today. His Royal Highness said that it is raining heavily today, so it is inconvenient to move."

Mandela thought for a while, "Yes, the last general will leave first."

It was raining heavily.Seeing that Mandelala had withdrawn his troops, Bingqian planned to leave with a brocade box in his hands.

"Woman," Bingjiao blocked Bingqian with his cross-arm, and the water had already drenched Bingjiao's long black hair thoroughly, his silver-white eyes were narrowed into long and narrow slits, Bingjiao's language was cold and sharp, every word Dun, "The blood spar is with you, isn't it?"

"What are you talking about? I don't understand."

"I said... woman," Bingjiao leaned closer to Bingqian's face, with a cruel evil smile on her face, looking at Bingqian who was stunned in front of her with a haughty and contemptuous look, "tonight, if I don't want to see your... If the pheasant... dies, just be honest."

"Pheasant? I don't understand what you're talking about." Bingqian bit her red lip, her body trembling, and it took her a while to respond.

"You understand." Bingjiao snorted coldly.

"Also, His Highness's blood is poisonous. You can fool me for a while with this kind of trick, but you can't fool me forever... Your empress is a smart person. Isn't it too sinister to use He Yun as a dead ghost?"

"Thank you for your advice." Bingqian trembled with anger.

"Your subordinates will leave, and the empress will take care of herself."

……

"Miss."

"Pheasant? I didn't call you, why did you come out by yourself? Is there something wrong?" Bingqian hurriedly waved away the crowd, while pulling up the woman in black who was kneeling on the ground.

"Your Majesty, it's late at night, go to bed early." The pheasant also helped to pull down the curtain.

"You came here to tell me this?" Bingqian smiled, "Is the blood spar still there? Show me."

"Here. Ma'am."

"Can it be done now?"

"Your Majesty," the woman smiled, "There is only less than a feast of blood now, how can it be tested? It will take at least three days of continuous blood collection."

"This……"

"Don't worry, empress, the pheasant is here tonight to go to the Hancicada Palace to get blood again."

"No, Pheasant, you can't go anymore."

"Your Majesty?" Ya looked at Bingqian with a worried expression on her face, and comforted her, "Don't worry, Madam, you won't feel anything when you take blood from the blood spar. Madam, don't worry."

"Pheasant, I won't allow you to go again, it will start tonight."

"Niang Niang?" Yawei wondered, "There is very little blood, and the trial will easily fail."

"It's better than not trying," Bingqian said with a serious expression, "Tomorrow or in a few days, His Majesty will return to the palace, and it will be more dangerous at that time. If you fail, you will fail. At worst, the only thing I will lose is He Yun... Moreover, the prince has already found you, and that person still knows your name."

The woman in black was shocked when she heard the sound, "How could it be? The name of the pheasant... Only the people in the Zongxing Temple know... Who did you listen to?"

"He is the bodyguard of His Royal Highness, and I don't know his origin." Bingqianliu frowned, "Anyway, hurry up, I have already called Yun'er, and he will arrive soon."

"If the trial fails, ma'am, He Yun will die." The pheasant was also in a dilemma now.

"I will give him a good burial." Bingqian said with a blank expression, "If it succeeds, I will keep the Queen's seat."

The pheasant sighed, with a serious face, "Your Majesty, after I help your Majesty end this trial, I have to leave your Majesty for a while... Madam, as you know, I am a fugitive from the Zongxing Temple. Someone has come to arrest me."