The palace is quiet, and the empress of the cold palace is acting as a demon

Chapter 290 Oath of Sovereignty
Beirong Palace, Baohua Palace.

Qin Wan had only heard of this palace before, but had never been there.Of course, Rongguo Palace is so big, she has heard of it but never been to this one.

Ning also asked the eunuch in charge of the Internal Affairs Bureau to open the gate of Baohua Hall, and Qin Wan was shocked as soon as he entered.

This place is no smaller than the Chunian Hall of Yingyang Palace, and the various treasures inside are even better in quantity.The entire Baohua Temple is divided into eight areas, and each area is divided according to the source of the treasures.

Qin Wan read the wooden signs indicating each area, and looked at them one by one: "North, northeast, east, southeast, south...Northwest, Ning Yi, are you looking for it in the northwest?"

Ning Yi shook his head, and led Qin Wan to the wooden sign with the word "South", "Try looking here."

The jeweled golden toad, the golden brocade-mounted paintings, the jade ruyi that is too big to hold, chess boxes and chess boards...these are indeed things from the Chu Nian Palace back then.Qin Wan looked at the chess box and carefully opened the lid. The chess pieces looked quite a lot, but they were still crystal clear.

Ning Yi watched Qin Wan staring at the chess piece in a daze, and reminded softly, "Wan'er, aren't you looking for a sword?"

Qin Wan put down the cover of the chess box in his hand, and continued to search for something like a sword. After searching for a long time, he couldn't find it, but he saw a large wooden box with a lock on it.

"Ning Yi, take a look at this, can you open the lock?"

Ning Yi walked up to Qin Wan's side, gripped the copper lock tightly, concentrated his strength, and pulled it down. The old lock was instantly broken by Ning Yi.

Qin Wan was overjoyed, and lifted the lid of the wooden box all at once, and was instantly dumbfounded.

"My God! There must be hundreds of swords!"

Qin Wan took out the bundles of swords from the box and put them on the ground. He took out one to have a look, and then the other, not knowing how to find it.

"Ning Yi! Do you remember what that sword looks like?" Qin Wan asked while bending over to look for it.

"..." Ning Yi frowned, not knowing how to answer Qin Wan's question.

Seeing that he was silent, Qin Wan straightened up to look at Ning Yi, and suddenly felt that there was something wrong with her words: "Ah, I didn't ask."

Qin Wan scratched her head, desperately trying to recall the appearance of the sword on Han Xiuning's waist 300 years ago, but her memory was so vague that she probably only remembered that it was a sword, not a knife anyway, and couldn't remember anything else .

Qin Wan squatted on the ground, looked left and right, and felt that each one was similar, but each one was not.

"Ning Yi, I have something I want to discuss with you." Qin Wan picked up a sword, pulled it out to have a look, and said in a casual and casual manner.

"What's the matter?" Ning Yi asked.

Qin Wan closed the scabbard, put the sword in his hand back on the ground, walked up to Ning Yi with his mouth pursed, and pulled up his sleeve: "Just now I talked with Lord Si Zhixing about Yuan Chen's posthumous title, which is still undecided...so I want you to order one for him."

When Ning Yi heard Qin Wan standing among a pile of Nanliang old things mentioning Yuan Chen, a burst of fire rushed straight to her head, but seeing her pretending to be good, she forcefully suppressed the fire: "Possession? Do you want to give him a name?" what word?"

"I said, can you promise not to be angry?"

"That must be the word that made me angry?" Ning Yi raised her eyebrows upside down.

"Uh..." Qin Wan twisted Ning Yi's sleeve, "I also deliberated and read "The Posthumous Fa Jie" many times before I chose it. It's not random thinking."

"You actually studied the "Posthumous Fa Jie" in order to choose a posthumous title for Emperor Liang?" Ning Yi pinched Qin Wan's chin directly, "If I'm not angry, then you underestimate my temper too much."

"Well, then you are already angry, so I dare not say it." Qin Wan frowned.

Ning Yi snorted coldly: "Then since you dare not say it, forget about it."

"That won't work!" Seeing that Ning Yi was about to disagree, Qin Wan hurriedly said, "I'm afraid that if someone gave Yuan Chen a bad posthumous title, that would be too bad. And historians can't keep writing about Liang Emperor Yuan Shen How about it, there must be a fixed posthumous title."

Ning Yi squeezed Qin Wan's chin tightly, and before she finished speaking, he leaned over and kissed her domineeringly, and even hugged her directly, and sat on the table beside her.

Qin Wan was completely stunned, wondering what kind of nerve she had stirred up Ning Yi to make him kiss her so unexpectedly.

And Ning Yi's kiss slid from Qin Wan's lips to her shoulders, and then left a crimson hickey mercilessly on her neck.

"Ning Yi, this place will show if you wear clothes in summer!" Qin Wan complained worriedly.

"So what, I want to look at these objects from Nanliang. They are mine now, and you are mine. Your heart is mine, and your people are mine." Ning Yi said, Then he placed a kiss on the corner of Qin Wan's mouth, as if he was swearing his sovereignty over Qin Wan to all the Nanliang treasures here.

Qin Wan had no choice but to wrap her arms around Ning Yi's neck, put her forehead on Ning Yi's forehead, and said with a smile, "Well, well, well, it's all yours, it's all yours, great Lord Ning."

Ning Yi hugged Qin Wan and kissed her for a while, and finally let her go with satisfaction. Although he was reluctant, he still asked, "What word did you choose?"

Qin Wan plucked up her courage and said, "Repent the word 'Si' for Si in the past."

When Ning Yi heard this, his face immediately became serious: "You really dare to think, and you really dare to tell me?! Are you afraid that I will 'handle' you right here?"

Qin Wan raised his hands and pinched Ning Yi's face: "I'm not joking with you, just say you agree or disagree?"

"No, change to another one." Ning Yi thought for a while, "It's okay to go to Li Yuanzhong to say Yang, or not to forget love to say thorn."

Qin Wan became unwilling after hearing this: "Ning Yi! I'll discuss it with you! Don't talk nonsense."

"Then if I promise you, how will you repay me?" Ning Yi raised his eyebrows and looked at Qin Wan.

Qin Wan thought for a while: "How do you want me to repay you?"

Ning Yi: "Wan'er, would you like to tell me what happened after Han Xiuning?"

Qin Wan froze for a moment, Ning Yi was not trying to coerce her, but asking for her permission with a pleading and probing tone.

Qin Wan lowered his head and thought for a while, then pursed his lips and said, "Ning Yi, in fact, I also felt that those memories were too bitter at the time, so I took the initiative to ask Lord River God to wash away my memories. Now that I think about it again, I still feel sad, do you... really want to hear it? In fact, it’s good to have no memory, at least you will forget a lot of pain.”

Ning Yi smiled: "Since they are all painful memories for you, you can't let you bear them alone, so tell me all of them and let me share them with you, okay?"

Qin Wan thought about it and nodded, "Although you probably know about Han Xiuning from the books, I still want to tell you how we met in the first place, okay?"

Ning Yi: "Okay, let's start from the beginning, I want to hear everything."

Qin Wan: "Then let's look for the sword first, and when we find the sword, let's go back to Chonghua Hall and I'll tell you in detail."

Ning Yi: "Okay."

Qin Wan: "But there are so many, how can I find them?"

Ning Yi walked to the swords on the ground, looked around carefully, then walked to the No. 14 sword in the third row, picked it up: "It should be it."

Qin Wan was taken aback, jumped from the table to the ground, looked at the black scabbard, and said, "The appearance is so ordinary, it doesn't look very powerful..."

Ning Yi grabbed the handle, and the moment he pulled out the sword body, the ice-blue sword energy shone brightly, and he quickly retracted the sword, making Qin Wan hide behind Ning Yi involuntarily.

At this time, Qin Wan looked at the sword and swallowed it with a scornful mouth, which was almost the same as her Zangsi.

Ning Yi also seemed to have noticed this, he took the sword to the window, looked at the sword body against the sun, and read the engraving on it.

Qin Wan followed suit, and said softly, "Pihan is still looking forward to your return. How can there be a different way in the sky... Pixiao? It really is Han Xiuning's Pixiao Sword! Ning Yi, how did you find it so quickly?" ?”

Ning Yi looked at the sword body, frowned and said: "Wan'er, this sword and your Zangsi are made of the same piece of meteorite iron, and the inscription on it is the same as the inscription on your sword. Relationship."

Qin Wan was stunned for a moment, with a look of surprise on her face, and she combined the inscriptions of the two swords into one in her heart.

After the cold weather, I still look forward to your return,
It's hard to talk about different paths in the sky.

Hiding the blade and keeping a low profile, waiting for the time,
Thinking of you alone for a thousand years

……

Qin Wan looked at Ning Yi, bulging her cheeks, she didn't want to admit it but had to admit it: "It seems that this sword was also made by Haotian, and it is a pair with my Zang Si."

Ning Yi put away the sword and felt it in his hand. He has to say that the length and weight of the sword are very suitable for him, as if it was specially made for him.

And when he was just looking for a sword, he didn't actually look for it on purpose, but chose a sword that was most suitable for him based on his intuition.

If this sword was really forged by that Lord Haotian, why was it in the hands of his previous life, Han Xiuning?

Ning Yi looked at Qin Wan and narrowed his eyes slightly.

He had guessed that Qin Wan still hadn't told him the whole truth.

(End of this chapter)