After wearing the book, I was pampered by Master Guoshi!

Under the gray sky, there was no breath in the entire Jingyuan City.

It seemed like a thin veil enveloped the entire city.

Under the huge curtain, the woman was wearing a glass-like gauze skirt, her delicate white face was a bit soft, and her eyes looked a bit bright when looking at Rong Chen.

Wei Wei is blessed, and all the maids behind him have withdrawn.

"Long time no see, Saint." Wen Renjing subconsciously blocked her sight.

Smiling quietly, their eyes met. She smiled gently without a trace of displeasure, and her eyebrows were full of sharp looks.

The lavender dress and the purple robe complement each other, the hair is intertwined, and the warm hands hold her tightly.

Qu Yimian looked at the hands held by the two of them with a sense of disappointment, and suddenly smiled, "I haven't seen you for a long time. I wonder how your Majesty is doing lately?"

"It's rare for Your Majesty to come to Beihuang, so I must fulfill my duties as a landowner."

The delicate and elegant steps she took and the slightly long skirt trailing on the ground all showed her nobility. How noble the saint of the Northern Wilderness was.

In an instant, Wenren Jing's cold demeanor flew away and she smiled brightly.

"The saint knows the purpose of our trip, so don't beat around the bush. My patience is not that good." The cold voice was slightly majestic, and the innate nobility slowly faded away.

His dark eyes were half-squinted, and he carefully looked at Qu Yimian in front of him.

The makeup was too delicate, and it seemed that a lot of thought had been put into it, but the intact bun was a bit messy.

Although Wen Renjing is dressed in women's clothing, she still retains her majesty as the Apocalypse Emperor. Rong Chen behind her looks like her backer, with his tall body half-covering her figure.

"The saint takes care of herself."

Rong Chen's indifferent words sounded slowly, and Jiang passed through her slender body and leaned on the soft chair without even giving a glimpse of it.

The splendid purple robe is covered with a crescent-white cloak, and the tea cup is gently held with the fingers.

"Then I won't go around in circles with you. The Northern Wasteland is very dangerous. Just stay here and don't leave. I will let you go after I finish taking care of the affairs in the city." She said in a calm voice, word by word.

Those beautiful eyes were full of sincerity and a bit of worry.

"The saint is in trouble, someone is looking for her."

Lan Qi, dressed as a maid, quietly opened the palace door and responded carefully, with solemn expressions on her face.

"Guard the palace door for me, no one will be allowed in!"

She replied coldly, turned to look at the two of them, gathered her clothes and saluted, and made a sound when her rings and robes collided. Her red lips were slightly opened but she was extremely solemn, "You guys stay here for now, don't worry I won't hurt her." ."

He looked at Rong Chen with a faint look, as if with a bit of nostalgia.

After saying that, she turned around and left the palace. The maid outside quickly closed the palace door, leaving only two people in the entire palace.

Inside the glazed lace incense burner was Rong Chen's favorite bamboo breath. Wenren Jing pursed her lips slightly and raised her eyes to look at him, "It seems that this saint still misses you. Why don't you, husband, just stay in Beihuang reluctantly? I'll wait." How about taking your uncle back?"

The eyebrows raised were a bit more playful.

The next moment, she was held tightly in his arms, with a hint of helplessness between her brows.

"Ah Jing, are you jealous again?" The deep and melodious voice was close to her ears, like a gentle breeze.

Wen Renjing put her arms around his neck and said close to his ear: "I don't know what the situation is right now. How about using your charm, husband, to find out?"

Rong Chen realized that Wen Renjing wasn't kidding when he said this, his face darkened, and he held her waist tightly. "I don't need to do this."

There was a bit of majesty in the sharp words. As he stood up, the heavy palace door was suddenly opened by a gust of wind. For a moment, Wen Renjing was stunned on the spot.

He met Qu Yimian and a gracefully dressed woman.

She smiled awkwardly at this moment, and really wanted to turn around and pretend that nothing had happened.

"The saint would say, didn't you mean that the people from the apocalypse are not here?" The graceful and elegant woman pinched her throat and looked at Wen Renjing up and down, her eyes full of disdain.

Qu Yimian was not polite and spoke sarcastically, "If I say that I am not here, I am not here. What if the noble concubine sees me?"

"Come on! See off the guests."

"The noble concubine, please come here. Our saints still have many things to do in the prayer hall. It's better to invite the noble concubine back first." Lan Qi slightly blessed her body, and her tone was also unceremonious.

"Humph!" She waved her sleeves and glared at Qu Yimian.

In the palace, Wen Renjing also realized something. Ji Shaoyu told her some things about the Northern Wilderness royal family. It was obvious that she had also caused trouble for Qu Yimian.

But why did I receive Shen Qianran's letter but couldn't see her when I arrived?

Before he could ask the question, Qu Yimian spoke up, "I want to get involved in this matter, so you don't have to feel so guilty."

"I didn't expect you to lie to me so hard. You are actually a woman. If I hadn't heard the regent princess talk about it, oh no, now she is the Third Emperor Ji of Beihuang." She smiled softly, with more eyes on her. Some self-deprecation.

Thin lips continued: "But since I have decided to give up, I will not struggle with it."

His eyes fell on Rong Chen, and there was sadness under his eyes.

"Where is Shen Qianran?" Wen Renjing frowned slightly and looked at the person in front of her calmly.

"Do you really think that's a letter from Sandi Ji? And you're sure she lured you here."

The understatement in his voice was full of spring breeze, and even a little ridiculous. He gently fiddled with the jade bracelet on his wrist, and his cold eyes were full of smiles.

Wrinkling his forehead and raising his wrist, Xin Yi and Ji Shaoyu appeared out of thin air in Han Xue Tingyu.

Xin Yi still held the letter in his hand and handed it to Wen Renjing.

"I didn't expect you to bring them in, but I underestimated you." She was unmoved and even poured tea slowly and put it on the table.

After a glance and ten lines, it was possible to hear that Ren Jing discovered the clues to the letter.

Shen Qianran's letter was correct, but the tone of the words was not hers. She always thought it was Shen Qianran's mood that had changed.

But now, with the reminder of the sutra, everything seems to have changed.

She laughed at herself and shook her head gently. Qu Yimian continued: "I have never seen the Third Emperor Ji. I only heard that she was pregnant and was locked up in the palace. As for your uncle, although he is still half I’ll save my life, but I’ll just wait for you to come.”

"Although I am a saint, this Northern Wilderness still belongs to the Lord of the Northern Wilderness, and I must serve the Lord of the Northern Wilderness."

Wen Renjing: "Where is my uncle the emperor imprisoned?"

"Don't waste your efforts. I will send you out as soon as possible. You must not be encountered by the empress." Qu Yimian said incredulously.

"Where is he?"

"Hanya in the Northern Wilderness, that's not a place you, a mere mortal, can just go to if you want to."