My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

"I sent people to ask three times, but each time Xuanyuezi said that in the world, you can only choose one between the kingly way and the immortal way. Once you choose, you can't look back."

With a sneer, anger finally appeared on the old emperor's face, "Now it seems that it is just poor academic performance that has ruined the reputation of your ancestor!"

The girl kneeling below did not move, still looking downcast.

She didn't say anything or refute. The emperor lost his mood and waved his hands and said, "That's all. Anyway, I have got what I wanted and got an immortal prescription. I can't get anything I want, and I won't need you Yunshan in the future."

Immortal prescription?

What magic formula?

Yan Conngling thumped.

She had never heard that there was a recipe that could make people live forever.

Soon, the old emperor solved her confusion.

"No matter how hard it is to find the heavenly materials and earthly treasures in the prescription, I don't have to worry if I am rich in the world. But I need the blood of a young girl from my family who comes at noon to use the medicine as a guide."

"I had someone check it the day before yesterday, but the things recorded in the register are not suitable. I heard that you are often traveling around, so you just happened to search for me to see if the late emperor has left any blood."

The spring day was warm, but Yan Conling only felt chills running down his spine.

As long as this so-called medicine introduction does not seek a young girl, the old emperor will force the child to give birth to a girl at noon...

Moreover, she remembered it clearly.

The royal family surnamed Ning is not completely without princess Wu Shilin...

The wind blew and the bell rang, and the emperor's voice came from above, "I remember that Lao Qi was born at noon, not a moment more, a moment less, but it's a pity that he is a prince."

The firelight shone on the hem of the emperor's clothes, and the dragon pattern embroidered with gold thread seemed to come alive, showing its teeth and claws. Sticky sweat broke out in the palms of her hands. Yan Conling suppressed the turmoil in her heart and remained calm on her face.

"The prince is in poor health, probably because he does not have the blessing to serve the Holy One."

The old emperor was satisfied after hearing this, "He is a well-behaved person who can talk. He is much more pleasing to the eye than your masters and uncles."

Long Yan was delighted and was rewarded with a lot of gold, silver and jewels.

After holding those things and walking out of the palace, Yan Conling was not happy at all. If it was only a 70-80% guess at first, now she is 100% sure that the poison on the Seventh Prince was the work of Empress Wu!

Otherwise, it would be impossible for her to know that Ning Fengli was born as a girl.

This game where the girl from the relatives clan was making medicine at noon was also aimed at Ning Fengli.

Therefore, what she has to consider now is not only how to kill it, but also how to prevent the rat from damaging the jade bottle.

The bustling city, standing at the street corner, Yan Congling felt a little confused.

Empress Wu couldn't be killed with Phoenix blood a thousand years ago. How on earth is she going to do it when she has nothing after a thousand years?

It's actually not difficult to expose and kill. The difficulty lies in how to cleanly eliminate the roots. Let her never be resurrected like this time.

"Miss Yan."

A familiar voice called her from behind.

Looking back, Uncle Li was pushing his noodle stall, wearing a dusty apron around his waist. "Have you had lunch, girl? Why don't you sit down and have a bowl. It happened that Asang brought some camel meat when he came back from border crossing. .”

It's not meal time yet, and there are only a few diners.

Yan Conling took the initiative to help. She was not good at cooking and was afraid of fire, so she could only help wash vegetables and cut meat.

"Uncle Li, you have been setting up a stall here for many years."

"What's the question?"

His hands were busy with work, but Uncle Li took the time to give her a look, "What, you forgot? Remember the first time you came to Imperial Capital, it was only so big, like a small bean sprout."

"At that time, the whole person was dirty, dumb and speechless, and covered in blood. Your uncle wrapped him in his robe and held it in his hands, which shocked my diners. If he hadn't been so cautious It looks like I want to report to the police." Yan Conling smiled, "I remember."

That was the first day that her uncle and senior sister rescued her. It was also the first day she finally saw the sun again after getting used to seeing rotten flesh and bones.

"At that time, my uncle asked me several times what I wanted to eat. Finally, I got tired of the question and pointed to your noodle stall. After that, every time I went down the mountain, I would always go to your place with a few senior brothers and sisters to eat noodles."

Until now.

Uncle Li tossed the dough neatly, and as the dough flew, the snow-white ball was torn into thousands of even and flexible noodles. He sighed, "I didn't expect you to grow up so big in a blink of an eye."

"Follow the spirit."

The old man called her name for the first time.

Seeing the girl move her gaze, she sighed again, "The past is in the past, but the present will also become the past."

He may not necessarily know that this is the past that he has seen the older girl since he was a child.

But since their first meeting, he had never seen a child with such tragic eyes.

The boiling water in the pot is boiling gurglingly, and the steam is thick at the eyebrows. Yan Conling lowered his head and cut vegetables, and suddenly said a number, "One hundred and twenty-six."

Uncle Li was stunned.

Immediately, I heard her say again, "Including the unborn child in my sister-in-law's belly, a total of one hundred and twenty-six people are gone."

I watched with my own eyes how they rotted from a pile of flesh and blood into white bones under the scorching sun, breeding maggots.

Sometimes I even feel that those nightmares are the ghosts of their loved ones who have died tragically and have nowhere to go. He pestered her and pulled her, reminding her that if she didn't avenge her genocide, she would never live in peace.

"Uncle Li, you should know that I came today because I have a few questions to ask."

"Oh, you kid..."

Uncle Li sighed lightly and finally compromised, "Ask me."

"How was the imperial concubine killed in the first place?"

The old man muttered subconsciously, "How could I know this? How long has it been..."

Yan Conngling smiled and said, "When the ancestor emperor ascended the throne, there was a national preceptor beside him. I remember his surname was Li..."

"Okay, okay, let me tell you." Uncle Li staggered and turned to glare at her, "I don't learn well at all, I only study this mess."

"As long as it works." Yan Conling imitated his gestures and started kneading the dough. She was always quick to learn things, and it didn't take long for her to learn something.

But this is still not enough in Uncle Li's eyes.

"Isn't it sung in the play? Phoenix blood. The general sprinkled the phoenix blood on his knife and cut off the evil head with one knife. It was also with this knife that he sealed the title."

"Besides, my ancestor was only a national master, a magic stick. How could he know how to wield swords and guns?"

"The Phoenix bloodline was exhausted when we were building the tower. It was extinct." Yan Conling stopped her movements and spoke in a deep voice, "I didn't expect that this evil spirit had a hand back then. Now she has made a comeback. Even if she knows how to kill, she still looks for it. There is no more Phoenix blood left.”

She didn't speak when she said this.

But Uncle Li heard it and replied slowly using the sound transmission technique.

"Not necessarily."

"The phoenix will be reborn from nirvana."