big brother wait for me

? Lingyue and his party walked out of the palace gate and walked towards the side entrance of Afang Palace. Because of Ying Yinman's waist card, the way out was smooth. Lingyue pointed to the front, "Did you see it? You can go out there, if someone asks, give him this waist card, no one will dare to stop you, you know?"

"What about you?" Fu Que looked at Ling Yue vigilantly, with strange eyes, as if she was afraid that he might be tricky.

"I still have something to do. You go out of the city gate and go west. We will meet up ten miles west of the city." Ling Yue turned to leave, but was held back by Fu Que.

"Brother, wait for me, I want to go too!"

"No, it's too dangerous."

"Then you're not allowed to go either!" Fu Que held onto the corner of Ling Yue's clothes tightly, refusing to let go.

"I said, girl Fuqu, what are you making trouble with? When did Lingyue suffer a loss? What danger are we afraid of? There must be something wrong, so you just let go." The bearded man hugged his shoulders, and his fluffy beard followed suit. The muscles trembled.

"I can help if I have something to do." Fu Que muttered, still refusing to let go of her hand.The bearded man finally couldn't help pulling.

"Girl Fuqu, let me tell you, you can do it. With just a little knowledge, the more you help, the more busy you are. Let go, let go, let go."

Ling Yue was finally able to escape, and turned around to tell Heng'er, "Be careful. Help me take good care of her."

Heng'er also nodded, "Don't worry, I will definitely send them out safely."

"Hey - you brat, patronizing these girls, you forget about me, your uncle!"

Ling Yue gave a slightly crooked smile, ignored his beard, but glanced at the three of them one by one, and finally fell on Heng'er who was dressed in white. It turned out that she had been in Hu Hai's carriage these days, and they were so close to each other. But I am still searching hard, this time, I will never let you go no matter what! "Wait for me." One sentence seemed to be eternal, he didn't say anything more, and disappeared into the night as soon as he turned around.

Lingyue rushed all the way to Lanchi Palace, and entered the main hall with the technique of invisibility. Qin Wang Yingzheng was sitting in front of the case and writing something, and the always gentle and elegant son Fusu was in the hall.

"Do you know why I called you here?" Ying Zheng said without raising his head.

"My son, I don't know."

Snapped--

A bamboo slip was thrown at Fusu's feet, Fusu's heart skipped a beat, and he knelt down immediately.

"Useless stuff! Look at what you wrote!" Ying Zheng shook his sleeves and stood up, glaring condescendingly.

Fusu kowtowed to the ground with his head, "I know my mistake, but my father, this is an act of burning books and burying scholars, which will definitely make the people panic. The king is like a boat and the people are like water. Water can carry a boat and capsize it. Father, think twice ah."

"Absurd! I unified the six kingdoms, rejected the Huns in the north, ruled the Yue people in the south, built the Great Wall and opened the Lingqu. I am the water, I am the boat, how can I say that the boat will be overturned?"

"My son is guilty."

Fusu kowtowed to the ground again, Prince Yingzheng leaned down, grabbed Fusu's chin with one hand, looked into his eyes as if thoughtful, slightly gloomy, "It's because I have indulged you too much."

Fusu felt uneasy in his heart.

Qin Wang Yingzheng sat back at the table and said to Fusu: "Do you know why I named you Fusu?"

Fusu replied respectfully: "I heard from my mother that it means lush branches and leaves, fragrant herbs and beautiful trees."

Ying Zheng sighed, "You have been compassionate and weak since you were young. I just thought you were young and ignorant, and never blamed you. Now it seems that I was too kind and not cold enough. I ask you, and I order you to go to the north to resist Xiongnu, in the permanent army, can you blame me?"

Fusu's breathing was stagnant, his body froze for a long time, and he replied: "I...don't dare."

"Forget it, I will send someone to inform Meng Tian that you can leave tomorrow." As he spoke, Ying Zheng put his hand on his forehead, and waved his long sleeve with the other hand, "Back off."

"Yes." Fusu turned and walked out of the hall.The slender figure quickly disappeared at the end of the palace, but Ying Zheng kept looking in that direction silently, with worry on his brows.After a long time, he waved his hand and pushed down both left and right knowingly, and the ancient door closed with an unpleasant creaking sound.

Ying Zheng put his hand on his forehead and leaned against the cases.The whole hall was as quiet as an empty city, and only then could he get a moment of peace in his mind.Only then did he feel that he was truly safe.

With a bang, Ying Zheng raised his head, and a nine-pattern nail was spinning and shot towards him at high speed!Ying Zheng reacted almost immediately, leaned his body, and the nine-pattern nail barely avoided it. The fast wind cut his side face and nailed it deeply into the wall behind him.Ying Zheng turned his head to look at the wall, and when he looked back again, there were more than a dozen nine-pattern nails flying towards him at the same time. Ying Zheng hurriedly kicked the table case into the air, and all the nine-pattern nails were nailed to the table case.

"Come out! I know it's you!"

clap clap-

There was a burst of crisp applause in the quiet palace.

Ling Yue appeared with a smile on his face, "You are the only one who can remain calm and calm in the face of an assassination."

Ying Zheng unhurriedly took off the heavy crown, and snorted coldly: "You escaped as expected, but it was slower than I expected."

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Xuanmen.

A large bronzing plaque hangs high above the mansion. It is majestic and solemn. It is the mansion of Xuan Zhentian, the favorite minister of the dynasty. Unknown to everyone, passing vehicles and people have detoured.

In the middle of the night, this place is even more secluded, under the moonlight, the green willows are shady.

The mansion occupies a huge area, with a large number of people, spacious courtyards, winding pavilions interlaced, brightly lit, night guards shuttle back and forth, the formation is comparable to the imperial palace.

The study room, as the owner's important collection of books, is guarded by six Taoist disciples, all of whom hide their secrets and stand neatly in front of the door.They are all covered by masks, only showing a pair of empty and emotionless eyes.

The door was open to the inside, and the house was brightly lit.There were several attendants standing on both sides of the room, with their backs slightly bowed and waiting on the side.Right in front of the door is a huge rectangular table, sitting an old man with a crimson red gown draped over his shoulders, who is concentrating on looking at the bamboo slips on the table.

The candle flame on the three-legged goose copper lamp flickered repeatedly as if caught by the wind. Seeing this, the head attendant immediately stepped forward to pick the wick lightly.

Candles flicker and flicker...

Xuan Zhentian was a little annoyed by the flash, and asked: "What's going on?"

The room was extremely quiet, and no one responded.

There was a strong murderous air in the air, as if realizing something, Xuan Zhentian raised his head suddenly... Everything in front of him made his breathing stagnate for an instant: the attendants around him stood in place as if frozen, their heads It hangs down heavily, like a doll manipulated by someone.

In the next second, everyone inside and outside the house fell down.

A low laugh sounded, breaking the silence.

Xuan Zhentian turned around, there was no one!But the voice seemed to be right next to his ears.

"This is a gift from me, how do you feel?"

The voice was mellow and gentle, but it inexplicably frightened him, and the uneasiness penetrated into every pore of his body, reaching the bottom of his heart.

"Come out, Xingxiu, with your identity and ability, you don't have to play tricks."

"There are always people in this world who like to pretend to be gods and ghosts. I just follow suit."

From transparent to gradually clear, narrow eyes, slender neck, and a wicked smile around her cherry red lips, she is as noble as an ancient god. "Are you right? Protector Wuji."

"Don't dare, the immortal Wuji disappeared 300 years ago, and now only the dying Xuan Zhentian is left."

The phantom flickered, and Xingxiu was already sitting beside Xuan Zhentian in a blink of an eye, "I let you live 300 years ago, but I didn't want to cause myself a big trouble 300 years later. It’s not even a ten-thousandth of it.”

"Big trouble? Is Master Xingxiu referring to Nan Shun who is trapped under Yu Yuan?"

Before he finished speaking, his neck was firmly grabbed by a hand, Xuan Zhentian's martial art is so strong that he couldn't break free for a while!

"Cough, cough," Xuan Zhentian resisted the pain of suffocation, pointing upwards with trembling hands, barely said a few words intermittently: "Zhu Luo... three limits."

Xingxiu's expression changed when he heard this, and he was thrown out suddenly.

Xuan Zhentian was thrown heavily on the ground, a mouthful of blood sprayed on the ground unstoppably.

Xuan Zhentian covered his chest with his hands, his expression almost grim in pain.He looked at the blood stains on the ground, and then raised his head. His beard, which was already nearly gray, trembled with his body, and the corners of his eyes were horizontal lines carved by time. , Said: "What? Finally hit the sore spot? 300 years ago, you brought me down to the human world, let me take off my demon body and endure the pain of reincarnation, but left me a trace of demon power to save my memory, I swore in my heart , I want you to taste what real pain is!"

"Very good. After 300 years, I finally made some progress." Xingxiu smiled lowly, his eyes seemed to look into people's hearts, "If you did all this just to make me angry, then congratulations, you It worked."

In an instant, there seemed to be a third force pushing the flames, Xuan Zhentian only felt that his headache was about to split, and the heart-piercing pain made him howl loudly and roll all over the ground.

And Xingxiu is still smiling, as if he is not killing people, but enjoying, enjoying the process of all other people's pain.

"Haha--my pain is nothing now! The trap of Zhu Luo San Bing will make you a thousand times more painful than me! Ten thousand times! You can't escape even if you want to!"

When it came to the end, Xuan Zhentian almost shouted, the pain made his body stiff, his old face was in a state of distress, and his eyes were full of ferocious hatred!

"Three Limits of Bamboo--" Xingxiu muttered silently, as if he was thinking, rubbing his chin with one hand, after a while, his cherry-red lips parted slightly, and he said happily, "Very well, then I will give you another one." Gift!"

A sense of foreboding...

I saw Xingxiu's slender fingers pick up the container filled with water on the table, and gently toss it upwards. The water droplets flew into the air with the container, and stagnated in the air for an instant, not moving.

Xingxiu rested his head on his hand, and looked at the embarrassed Xuan Zhentian tenderly.

"Did you see it? Before they all hit the ground, this is your only chance."

Xuan Zhentian was stunned for a moment, and immediately realized that a drop of water had already landed on the ground with a clear sound.

The sound was like a magic sound piercing through the brain, shaking Xuan Zhentian's fragile eardrums, his pupils suddenly dilated, and the muscles of his whole body also tightened at this moment.

A gust of wind blew by, and only Xingxiu was left in the room. With his white fingers, he picked up the scattered bamboo slips on the table and opened them. On the front of the scroll was written three characters, "Biography of Emperor Jun".

Xuan Zhentian has a vigorous figure, and he shuttles quickly through the dense forest. Behind him are rapid but slow water droplets, dripping, one by one, knocking into his heart. His pale hair is disheveled, and he is very embarrassed. His lips Blue and purple, the body trembled but refused to stop, and there was only one word repeated in his mind, run!

Thirty miles, ten miles, five miles, and he was about to reach the gate of Afang Palace. There, there was someone who could save him!

Close at hand.

A woman's figure gradually came into view, her long hair draped in front of her body, her face was pretty and pale, her eyes were closed, and she stood frozen in place, like a doll that had lost its life, her hands were slender and flawless, and the white skirt inlaid with purple borders followed. The wind fluttered, and a blue gemstone glistened on the treasure knife at the waist.

"you……"

Xuan Zhentian's eyes were full of panic, at this moment, the sound of the last drop of water falling to the ground.