White-haired Demon Lord and Senior Brother

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Xue Muhua returned to the main rudder of Xiyutai one day earlier than Yang Qingming. When Yang Qingming changed his appearance again and passed through the inner path of Xiyutai as a Qing lady, there was a sudden tremor, but it was just After a while, it stopped again.The Xiyutai disciples on the path couldn't help talking a little bit.

"Is the alchemy academy doing alchemy again?"

"Fortunately, we have a foundation in martial arts, otherwise we would have fallen miserably."

"This time I only counted to seven and then stopped. It must be the chief who is making alchemy himself."

"Don't let the chief know that you said that about him, otherwise, you will be transferred to the alchemy academy to make alchemy!"

"You must not spread the word to the chief seat, otherwise, all the disciples on our road will be transferred to the Alchemy Academy! No one will have to run away!"

"Is the alchemy academy really so scary?"

"Are you a new disciple? You don't even know the horror of the Alchemy Academy..."

Lady Qing calmly walked past these disciples who were talking to Fanxingyuan in the back mountain.As soon as he arrived outside the main entrance, he saw a horse tied there, he knew that someone had visited Fanxingyuan, but it was not Xue Muhua, so he went straight to the living room, and heard a clear conversation outside the door.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, interrupting the conversation between the Fu brothers and sisters, Xue Hen immediately turned around, and was stunned when he saw Mrs. Qing, even though he had already known from Zha Yue that he was Yang Qingming.

Zhayue happily said to Mrs. Qing: "You are finally back."

Lady Qing took a look at Xue Hen, then took a few steps forward, still smiling at him with a voice similar to that of a woman: "The Young Master came to Xiyu Terrace on purpose, did you come to visit Miss?"

Xue Hen stared at Mrs. Qing closely, the heart in his chest was like a deer bumping wildly, he was so restless that he forgot to speak.Zhayue looked at his face and couldn't help being surprised: "Brother, why are you ashamed?"

Xue Hen lowered his eyes immediately, afraid that his sister would see his thoughts.

Zhayue got up, said with a smile: "I'll ask them to make tea for you and Mrs. Qing." Then she walked out of the living room slowly.

Xuehen reminded: "You are pregnant, be careful!"

As soon as Zha Yue went out, Lady Qing moved closer to Xue Hen, gently and ambiguously caressed his shoulder with one hand, and then sat lightly on his knees, with the corners of her lips slightly raised, with a peachy look on her face, and took a look A face of hatred.

Xue Hen couldn't control herself, she stroked the back of his hand, and leaned close to his face, trying to cover his petals, but he blocked it in time and stopped her.He smiled and persuaded softly: "Young Master, why is he so impatient? It's just that I haven't seen my slave for a few days."

Xue Hen said bluntly: "Unexpectedly, you disguised yourself as a woman, and your appearance is no worse than that of Princess Yongxin."

Mrs. Qing smiled slightly, and said softly: "The slave family knows that the young lord is about to enter the year of weak crown, and the things there are always out of control, but in Xiyutai, the slave family can't reveal his identity, the young lord should be patient." Bear it."

Xue Hen confessed: "I just came to see you, and by the way, see if my sister is doing well."

Lady Qing stood up, smiled and replied coquettishly: "Since the young lord is so frank and has worked tirelessly to come to Xiyu Terrace, if you come to the slave's dormitory tonight..."

Xue Hen heard it very clearly, and only said: "Don't lie to me."

At night, when the door servants had rested, Xue Hen walked through the courtyard alone and came to Miss Qing's bedroom. At a glance, she saw that the door was half-closed, so she pushed the door gently and walked into the room, closing the door tightly. Close it tightly.

Two wide-sleeved long coats were casually hung on the top of the screen, and the two people on the bed had their skirts open so that they did not cover each other.

Yang Qing said with a smile: "Do you know? I went out this trip to meet my old friend Hao and my twin brother. Now that I have nothing in common, I can only appreciate the good deeds of the two of them."

When Xue Hen heard that he had gone to meet Wuyan and Qingyuan, she was a little depressed, but when she learned that he hadn't been able to intervene between them, she immediately felt relieved.

Yang Qingming leaned close to Xue Hen's face, smiled and said, "Is the Young Master treating me just the most common child's thoughts?" Then he covered his petals.

While enjoying Yang Qingming's rhythm, Xue Hen crawled over his chensha kernels with his fingertips, which made Yang Qingming happy to slightly raise the inverted mountain below the petal pool, and slapped the grapefruit more happily.Xue Hen straightly confessed: "I love you, but I don't know why."

Yang Qingming smiled, just laughing, didn't express anything, then threw cloves into his petal pond, making trouble for a while.When Xuehen was about to face the surging waves, Yang Qingming noticed earlier that he blocked the exit of the waves with his thumb.

Xue Hen shouted: "No! Let go! Don't do this!" He touched his hand and tried to break free.

Yang Qingming only smiled and said: "Didn't you say you love me? I want to let the young master have a taste of the most extreme moment." After slapping the grapefruit hard for a while, he was willing to remove the pulp of his thumb.

Xue Hen endured the pain for a moment, but the sudden unblocking made him feel more at ease. Pulled back to sanity.

Yang Qing said again: "Young Honorable Master can go back to his room to rest."

Xue Hen hugged him, but still didn't want to let go, and replied: "I want to be your pillow tonight."

Yang Qingming smiled lightly: "I'm not used to the Young Master sleeping beside me."

Xue Hen hurriedly asked: "Did Murong Wuyan sleep beside your pillow?"

Yang Qingming replied: "Yes, I hugged him and slept until dawn."

Xue Hen was dissatisfied and said, "Then why can't I?"

Yang Qingming wrote lightly: "Shao Zunzhu is different from him, and Yunxiuding is different from the Murong family."

Xue Hen replied: "What's the difference? He and I are both the ones you took for the first time..."

Yang Qingming caressed his hands, then broke away from his hands, turned around and said with a smile: "Young Master, go back to sleep."

Xue Hen had no choice but to get up, put on his robe, left the bedroom, and went back through the corridor.

Yang Qingming raised the corners of his lips, and murmured to himself: "The Murong family is what I want, and it has no entanglement with me, but Yunxiuding always restrains me, and will eventually become a stumbling block for me to become the head of Xiyutai , How can I let you be my pillow person? Chess pieces are destined to be just chess pieces."

After a peaceful night passed, it ushered in an early morning as usual. The dew had just disappeared in the gentle autumn wind, but there was loud thunder in the sky, making people panic. There was no rain or dew for a long time, and the sky was still dry and cloudy.

Huang Yan entered the palace alone, entered the inner palace, and when he heard about the accident in Hongli, he went straight to Yonglezhai. Tianyun just came out of Hongli's dormitory, and met him in the inner corridor, and started talking to him Greeting: "It's Mr. Wenren, see you for a long time."

Huang Yan only smiled calmly, without saying anything, went straight into the bedroom, looked at Hongli's situation, and asked, "Did he go crazy last night?"

Tian Yun replied honestly: "He will be like that as long as it is at night, and only feeding him a drop of blood can calm him down."

Huang Yan turned his head and looked at Tian Yun's fingers, only to see that those ten fingers were all wrapped up with hemostatic gauze.Before the establishment of the Dazheng court, in order to control the government, he set up a plan to abolish the position of Prince Ge Yun in Tianling and replace the young Tian Yun as the new prince. Therefore, he had a little affection for Tian Yun, so he cared: " Prince Changjun, although this method works, but my body is made of meat after all, I should think of another way."

Tian Yun replied: "Sister-in-law Wang has tried to break the curse with spells, but it doesn't work."

Huang Yan analyzed: "She has never practiced spells, nor does she have supernatural powers. Of course, it is useless to just recite the mantra. It is said that the county prince was bewitched by someone, and the general detoxification pills will not work. If the Penglai Xuanjun is willing to reward him, You can ask him to try, but it is best to catch the person who made the Gu."

As soon as he finished speaking, Shangyuan Hexiang's voice came from behind him: "It's the Gu under Lian Mi."

Huang Yan turned around again: "Lian Mi...?" The name was vaguely remembered in his mind.

Shangyuan Hexiang continued: "It's the commander of the guards in the prince's mansion of our county. Now he has disappeared and left a letter admitting his crime. The prince will send people to various counties to arrest Lian Mi. If he is caught, he should It can provide the antidote and the purpose of laying a voodoo."

Huang Yan replied: "If the purpose of his vomit is related to the serial murders over the past few years, it will be a clue to solve the case."

Shangyuan He Xiang only said: "I hope so."

Huang Yan stopped talking, turned around and left, heading for Zhu Zhengong.

Looking at Huang Yan's back, Tian Yun couldn't help saying to Shang Yuan He Xiang: "He makes me feel inexplicably familiar."

Shangyuan Hexiang answered: "It's not just you, he also makes me feel very familiar. I really hope that he is 'he'..."

Tian Yun was curious: "Who is Mrs. Wang talking about?"

Shangyuan He Xiang only said: "It's nothing." Then he walked to the bed and took care of Hongli.

In Zhu Zhengong's living room, Huang Yan was sitting on a chair. Gong'e put a tray lightly on the tea table next to him, and then retreated. Inside the tray were an empty teacup and a teapot. The temperature is still a little hot.Huang Yan poured a cup of hot tea by himself and put it away quietly.

Su Zhongming asked: "What's the result of interrogating Xue Muhua in Zhanluan Pagoda?"

Huang Yan was not in a hurry to answer, he only tried to take a sip of tea before opening his lips: "Jinling Pavilion asked him three questions."

Su Zhongming asked concerned: "What did he say?"

Huang Yan said slowly: "The first question from Jinling Pavilion is whether the cloak and mask belong to him. He then said that the cloak is indeed something he owns, but he doesn't know the mask." Then he drank a cup slowly Tea, pour another cup.

Su Zhongming asked: "Does he know how that cloak was left in that cave?"

Huang Yan replied: "He just said that he can't remember clearly."

Su Zhongming asked again: "Then the second question?"

Huang Yan said while pouring tea: "Second question, a disciple of Xiyutai met the murderer by chance on the night of a certain crime, and when he was about to arrest him, why did he block the murderer, causing the murderer to escape." Pause, be careful first He took a sip of his tea, and then continued: "He didn't answer at first, and his expression was tense. He was not willing to say until Jinling Pavilion asked him to answer. He was afraid that the disciple would cause trouble that night, so he wanted to stop it."

Su Zhongming couldn't help muttering: "Another far-fetched reason." He hurriedly asked again: "Then the third question?"

Huang Yan poured the tea first, blew it lightly, and slowly finished drinking in two sips, before answering: "He often leaves the Xiyu Terrace, and has been to the Bliss Fair in Baihua City several times, so Jinling Pavilion asked him why he ran so many times. If you go to the Bliss Club, you may know Du Luoniang and Nangong Ye, and do you have friendship with these two people?"

After a pause, he poured his tea again, and after drinking the tea, he continued, "He then said that he went to the Bliss Club at the invitation of his father-in-law. Nothing to do with it, there is no one named Nangong Ye among friends in the Jianghu."

Su Zhongming pondered for a moment before opening his lips: "What is the opinion of Jinling Pavilion?"

Huang Yan wrote lightly: "Maybe they are colluders."

Su Zhongming nodded in agreement, and replied: "He hesitated when answering the second question, and his expression was tense, which indeed shows the possibility of a conspiracy."

Huang Yan only said: "It's useless to guess, you might as well send someone to thoroughly investigate the Jixian Temple he ordered to build, especially the underground palace hidden inside."

Su Zhongming hesitated: "Last time, it was heard that there was an important purpose, such as placing the coffin of the ancestors. It can only be opened after the construction is completed and the god-moving ceremony is held, otherwise it will lose its vitality. If the imperial court forcibly breaks in and searches, I am afraid that it will be attacked by martial arts people from all sides. Protest, mistrust the court, and even... openly oppose the court."

Huang Yan stood up abruptly: "If that's the case, then there's nothing to say." Turned around and left.

Su Zhongming hastily blurted out: "Wuji!"

Huang Yan only replied: "If I were the same as I was back then, I would never hesitate. It's just an ant in the martial arts world. Whoever dares to resist the king's order will be suppressed with cruel methods!"

Su Zhongming said helplessly: "You don't care about human life, but I do. It would be nice if one less person died."

Huang Yan smiled coldly: "Whether the case is solved or not, there will be sacrifices and a price to pay." Then he left Zhu Zhengong generously.