Mountains and rivers are in her palm

"Where's the maid who delivered the food?" Yan Wanqing asked in a cold voice.

Cong Ge pointed to the door: "Miss, hurry up and catch up, there is still time, I just left not long ago."

As soon as the words fell, Yan Wanqing shot out like an arrow from the string.

She had just gone a few steps when she saw a court lady in a pink white house suit turning around the corner.

"stop!"

The maid heard a voice behind her, and immediately quickened her pace, but she was not as cheerful as Yan Wan, and Yan Wanqing pinched her shoulder blades to the side of the tree after a while.

"What are you running for?" Yan Wanqing's eyes flickered with a cold light, and his voice was hoarse: "Could it be that you did something wrong?"

"Your Majesty, please forgive me, Your Majesty, please forgive me!" The servant girl's complexion was pale, and she begged Yan Wanqing with her palms together, with tears in her eyes.

Judging by her reaction state, she clearly knew what was in the box.

"Tell me, who asked you to deliver this lunch box." Yan Wanqing was merciless, the strength in her hands was so strong that the maid thought her bones were going to be broken, so she said everything right away.

"Master Mingquan gave it to the servant, it really has nothing to do with the servant!"

The servant girl told all the things she knew in detail, she was just a little servant girl who ran errands, she didn't even know where Yanjing was imprisoned, she just greedily ate the food in the lunch box, so she was beaten by mistake I accidentally saw the severed finger in the box!

"Where is Mingquan?" Yan Wanqing asked directly, squinting her eyes.

The servant girl immediately pointed in one direction: "Report to Madam, Master Mingquan is in that gray tent."

In the hazy light rain, there is gray everywhere, and it is impossible to tell which is the gray tent.

Yan Wanqing lost her patience, she pushed the servant girl forward: "You take me there."

The servant girl brought her to Mingquan's tent. Yan Wanqing looked around, narrowing her beautiful peach eyes slightly: "The surrounding area is very empty." ?

was thinking.

Footsteps came from inside the tent, and soon, a young boy dressed as a bookboy bowed respectfully to Yan Wanqing: "Mother, Master Mingquan, please go in and have a talk."

The maid who led the way had fled long ago.

All of this was prepared by Mingquan, who deliberately led him over.

Yan Wanqing raised her red lips and sneered, "Okay, very good." She lifted her foot and was about to walk inside.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Congge under the tree next to him, his eyes were full of worry.

She gave a comforting look, and then walked in without hesitation.

She wants to see what kind of tricks this Mingquan is playing.

As soon as he entered the tent, there was a warm fragrance caught in the charcoal fire from the pavement. Yan Wanqing sniffed it twice, and couldn't help but roll his eyes in his heart.

Her body, after Liumei and Song Huaxu's conditioning, has long been invulnerable to all poisons, and the usual low-level fragrance has no effect on her.

Mingquan's method is really not on the table.

"Where is Yanjing?" She stared at the young man in front of the case and asked bluntly.

Ming Quan put down the howling wolf in his hand, the ink was not completely dry on the rice paper, showing a watery texture in the ink, shining a transparent and coquettish luster in the flickering candlelight.

I saw him holding up the rice paper in front of the case, shaking it in the air.

By candlelight, Yan Wanqing saw Mingquan wrote the word "quiet".

"Yan Wanqing, Yan Wanqing, you are a woman after all, you yell as soon as you come in, don't you really know what it means to be respectful and silent?"

Ming Quan was still as annoying as ever, attacking every line of his speech.

Yan Wanqing rolled her eyes in front of him.

She was impatient, and directly grabbed a soldier's saber in the tent, the scabbard was thrown on the ground, and a long sword with a cold light pointed directly at the bright spring in front of the case.

"Protect the military division!" The other soldiers in the tent picked up their weapons vigilantly and looked at Yan Wanqing.

She didn't care.

"I'll ask you one last time, where is my uncle Yanjing now?"

If she makes a move, no one here is her opponent.

Ming Quan didn't take it seriously, and took a sip of the tea at hand: "Why are you always shouting and shouting? You have lost the elegance of the Zhenguo Mansion. Looking at your current appearance, who can think of the time when you were famous all over the world?" The daughter Zhuge Anping Princess."

"It's none of your business." Yan Wanqing stabbed at Mingquan with his long sword.

Xiao Pingfeng warned herself with her uncle's finger, then she will return the head of his military adviser!
Seeing that the long sword was about to hook Mingquan's neck, he didn't panic at all, and then a black figure rushed out from the side curtain, and the sharp hand blade directly provoked Yan Wanqing's long sword, forcing She took a big step back.

"People from the eighteenth floor of hell." Watching the ghost stand up.

Yan Wanqing's complexion became even worse: "Xiao Pingfeng actually entrusted you to dispatch all the eighteen floors of hell."

This is determined to tear yourself apart.

Mingquan put down the cup in his hand, and said with a slow smile: "Yan Wanqing, if you know the times, you put down your weapons. If the girl's family gets hurt later, the scars on the back will not look good."

"A mere ghost, what can I do?!" Yan Wanqing sneered, she squeezed the long sword tightly in her hand: "If you don't tell me, I will send both your and ghost's heads to Xiao Pingfeng!"

"Human head?" Ming Quan laughed out loud as if he heard something terrible.

"So you came here for this matter. You thought it was a big deal." Ming Quan clapped his hands, the hysteria in his eyes couldn't be concealed, a ghost came forward with a brocade box.

Yan Wanqing looked at the size of the box, and her heart skipped a beat.

At the same time, the long sword let out a contention.

"There was a heavy rain last night, some apostles ran away, and were finally stopped by ghosts around His Majesty and captured, but these shadows did not act properly, and they were already dying when they were brought back." Mingquan sighed wryly: "I didn't torture much The next time, the person will be gone, tsk, look at the fate is quite big, how can I say that if you don't, you will be gone."

Yan Wanqing stared at the brocade box with scarlet eyes.

She didn't know how she got there.

There was a strong smell of blood coming out of the brocade box, and she raised her left hand only to find that her fingertips were trembling.

When her fingertips were about to touch the lid of the brocade box, she stopped again.

Seeing this, Mingquan gave Guiying a look.

The ghost immediately opened the box.

The smell of blood rushed towards his face, and Yan Wanqing, who saw clearly what was in the brocade box, shrank his pupils instantly!

"...uncle, uncle..."

I haven't seen her in three years. Yan Jing has grown a little hair, which is now tied behind her head in a ponytail. The usual pair of bright eyes, one black and one purple, are dim and dull at the moment. Yan Wanqing remembers, When Zhang Lanyi was alive, she once pulled her and said that her uncle had a pair of very beautiful eyes. Every time he looked at her, she wished she could put the best things in the world in front of him... But never From now on, Yan Wanqing will never see the light in these different pupils again.

"Uncle..." she shouted again, and the long sword in her hand fell to the ground. She hugged the brocade box in her arms. At this moment, her heart seemed to be ruthlessly pinched in the palm of a big hand, as if the next second It's about to explode.

This is her father's only real brother left in this world...

Yan Wanqing didn't know if she was gone in the future, what face would she have to face her father and uncle under the Nine Springs.

Since Zhang Lanyi's death, his uncle has been wandering wildly and never put himself in danger.

It must be because of himself that he appeared in Dawei's barracks.

Although Xiao Pingfeng didn't say anything, Yan Wanqing had a premonition.

Uncle came here for his own affairs.

Tears accumulated along her eye sockets and kept falling down.

Holding the brocade box, she was trembling all over!
I didn’t change the author, it just opened the door to a new world, the plot pushed me to write this way, and I didn’t say whether the story is he or be, I read it in the comment area, it makes sense, but I don’t change it, so you can guess How the plot develops, what kind of author should I be?