Butterfly Dream of Longevity Tribulation

If even Mu Zili couldn't see the problem, their opponents might be far stronger than expected.

Like Meng silently looked up at the starry sky, sighed slightly, then looked sideways at Mu Zili, "Although I didn't find anything unusual when I went to Sima Luoxi's bedroom, I couldn't find him anywhere. There are no guards on duty, don't you think it's strange? Right now, the Temple of the Morning is so weird and frightening... Mu Mu, do you think his father-in-law has already..." She hardly dared to think any deeper, just It is not too late to beg them.

"Don't think about it so much, just go to the hall with lanterns in front and see." Mu Zili took her hand, and with the wind passing by the palace wall, he quietly approached the only palace with lanterns in Chaoyang Palace.

It was already early morning, and although the lights in this place were weak, it was particularly eye-catching in this dark night.

Under the window lattice, tall plane trees hide their figures.

On the treetops, Mu Zili frowned and looked at the magnificent and luxurious Jinyun Palace in front of him.

According to what Sima Luocheng said, Jinyun Hall is the sleeping palace of Concubine Mei.

Ever since Meier entered the palace as a concubine, Sima Wenxin has never returned to his bedroom, and has been lingering in this gentle village every night...

In the hall, the red gauze is swaying, the fragrance is wafting, the dim light of the palace lantern is softly shining on the corner of the wall, and a young man is lying face up on the lacquered bed with dragon pattern.

Jinsi Yunjin was wrapped around his body, only his pale and somewhat transparent face was exposed, with a high nose bridge, tightly closed eyes, and slightly frowned bushy eyebrows, he seemed to be a rather handsome man.

It's just that although his eyes are closed at this moment, he doesn't seem to be in deep sleep, but rather as if he is enduring extreme pain.

The night wind gusts, the leaves rustle, and Simeng can't help but get closer to Mu Zili's arms.

Although the distance is a bit far, the man on the bed is at least seven points like Luo Cheng, and his age is also comparable to the third brother described by Luo Cheng, but as the current prince, he can't stay in his bedroom at midnight, but What are you doing in Meifei's Jinyun Palace?

"This person must be Sima Luoxi, whom we can't find anywhere, but where did Sima Wenxin go..." She had just finished speaking, and suddenly heard an extremely charming smile from the hall.

She was so startled that her feet slipped and she nearly fell.

Fortunately, because she was afraid of the cold, she was leaning against Mu Zili's arms, otherwise she might have been exposed at this moment.

Seeing that Mu Zili casually folded a leaf, opened and closed his thin lips, and chanted the incantation lightly, the leaf seemed to come alive in the blink of an eye, slowly drifting towards the hall.

It's just that before entering the palace, it has suddenly landed and turned into dust.

Mu Zili's face turned pale, and his black pupils shrank rapidly, he quickly condensed his breath around Meng Ruian's hands, and drew a green light in the air, enveloping them.

Although his spiritual power is not as good as before, he has never encountered such a strong opponent in this period of time in the world.

The Jinyun Palace in front of them seemed to be shrouded in an invisible mist, making it impossible for them to penetrate.

"How did this happen? Could it be that she discovered it?" Simeng secretly communicated with him, with anxiety on his face.

But he pressed her hand, shook his head slowly, didn't speak, just looked coldly into the hall.

In the middle of the night, the autumn wind is bleak, and it has a bit of winter meaning.

However, the door of Jinyun Hall was wide open, allowing the cold wind to blow, and the expression of the man on the bed seemed to be more painful than before.

"Young Master? What's wrong with you, Young Master?" The voice sounded like a young woman's, charming but with a hint of worry.

Immediately, a red shadow floated over, bent over and knelt by the side of the bed, raised his hands to cover the man's face with flick of his sleeves, his enchanting eyes flashed, and suddenly he glanced coldly out of the dark window.

This one glance made Simeng's heart jump into her throat. Fortunately, they were protected by a barrier, so she didn't seem to see the clue.

Immediately afterwards, the man who had been sleeping soundly opened his eyes suddenly, his thin hands were tightly holding the hand of the woman in red, and his tone was deeply doting, "Mei'er, I'm fine. It's so late, why are you still talking?" Do not sleep?"

The woman in red who he called Meier was Dai Meier.

I saw that Dai Meier was wrapped in a blood-red thin gown. Even though she bent and half-kneeled, she still couldn't hide her exquisite figure with black hair and jade muscles. Her eyes are charming and enchanting, she is staring at the man on the couch at this moment, her eyelashes are curled up and flickering, there are thousands of charms of her own, seductive.

Not to mention the sickly Sima Luoxi, even the girl who is also a daughter like Meng saw her posture in front of her, and felt a sudden movement in her heart, as expected, she lived up to her name.

The word Mei really suits her very well.

It's no wonder that Sima and his son bowed down for her one after another, and now they even ignore state affairs and government affairs, willing to nest in this gentle hometown.

When hearing Sima Luocheng mention her on weekdays, he would always grit his teeth.

But right now he wants to rescue the third younger brother who is going to the palace, but he may not be willing to let go of this beauty and go with them.

"Hey, it's really a beauty! It's no wonder that their father and son have been fascinated by her one after another. If I were a man, I'm afraid I can't escape her palm." Simeng shook her head and sighed, patted the back of Mu Zili's hand, He said again: "Wu Mu, what should we do? Go straight in and rob her, or knock her out before robbing her?"

Mu Zili was slightly stunned, and smiled, "Is there any difference between the two?"

Like Meng rolled his eyes at him, still staring at the two people in the hall, lowered his voice and said: "Of course there is a difference, but right now there is no whereabouts of his father in Luocheng, if we just knock her out like this, what if After she woke up, she vented her anger on the old man, and it's hard for us to explain to Los Angeles when we go back."

"Then according to Meng'er's opinion, what should I do?" While speaking, Mu Zili threw several sycamore leaves again, and sent them to the window lattice with the wind, but before he could finish his sentence, those leaves disappeared again without a sound. trace.

Only then does Dreamlike truly realize that the enemies they face are by no means kind.

Don't think about her background, just because the cloud breaking technique that the wood spirit used just now failed repeatedly, it can be seen that her cultivation is so high that it is definitely not comparable to ordinary little monsters.

"If you want to go in, you can't do it by force, you can only outsmart it." Simeng said softly, with a calm face, as if he had a plan in mind.

"Help! There is a ghost! The ghost of Master Luo City has killed someone!"

Chaoyang Palace, which was originally dead and silent, suddenly woke up because of this heaven and earth piercing cry.

The sound of messy footsteps, the whispers of the servants rushing to tell each other, and the crisp sound of the guards' swords rubbing against each other, finally made Dai Meier in the Jinyun Palace couldn't help but lift the bed curtain, and walked lightly to the window. , raised his eyes to look in the direction of Sichen Hall, slightly startled.

The flames filled the sky, illuminating half of the Chaoyang Palace.

The Temple of the Morning is on fire?

While she was wondering, the voice of the guards came from outside the hall, "I would like to report to your empress, the Sichen Hall suddenly caught fire. Quickly follow us to a safe place!"

With a light wave of the red sleeve, the door of the temple has already opened.

Two rows of guards stood neatly in the courtyard, and the leader took two steps forward and knelt in front of the hall.