fairy wife

Shi'er came up from behind, with wide white sleeves unfurled, fluttering like a white crane, landing lightly on the roof of the palace.

Shi'er stretched out his hand towards her, Qiuqiu jumped off Huo'er's head, walked over to stand beside Shi'er.

The place where the fire fell turned out to be the huge square in front of the imperial city.Now the square is full of people. From where they stand, those people are as small as mosquitoes.

Those people shouted and kowtowed towards the fire, and the uneven voices gradually merged into a torrent: "The real dragon is born, the real dragon is born! Long live my emperor, long live, long live!"

The voice became louder and louder, and Qiuqiu felt that even the roof tiles trembled with the sound.

She held Shi'er's hand tightly.

"These people are strange."

Shi'er is just a very ordinary little dragon that grew up in the mountains and fields, and has nothing to do with the emperor in the world.

But at this time, in this place, Huo'er suddenly appeared, and helped the third prince who was standing on the altar in front of the hall.

"Where did you go? How did Huo'er suddenly become like this?"

Shi'er stopped him from sitting on the shady side of the roof, and she was tossing a lot that night: "It's hard to say."

She started from Yongping Temple in the suburbs of Beijing, talked about Monk Kongxuan, and that weird broken sword.

"Ah, the sword." Qiuqiu tugged Huo'er's tail: "Where's the sword?"

Huo'er had already returned to its original size, looking at her with big innocent eyes.

"Don't pretend to be garlic, take it out quickly."

Huo'er groaned aggrieved twice, and stretched out her little paw.Take out the broken sword.

Just know that this collector will not let go of anything it is interested in.

But the strange thing is that Huo'er seems unwilling to touch the sword, and hastily threw the broken sword into Shi'er's hand like throwing away a hot potato.

"There is this sword on the altar." Qiuqiu said, "I have destroyed the altar, so it looks like this." She drew a simple shape on the tile: "That old Kongxuan The monk seems to be procrastinating desperately, trying to wait for the dawn. He claims to be a descendant of the former emperor—I don’t know if he is dead or alive now.”

Qiuqiu didn't hit hard, but that Kong Xuan already had a strong sense of death, even if Qiuqiu didn't hurt him, he might not be able to live for a few more days.

"This sword..."

Shi'er clings to the hilt of the sword, stroking the blade with his palm.

The rust marks on the sword body were gently stroked away by him.The sharp sword body was exposed, and the faint crystal light was as clear and clear as if it had just been tempered from the furnace fire.

Qiuqiu saw the seal pattern on the sword covered in rust.The owner of the sword will always give the sword a name, for example, her sword is named Lishui.She always silently calls it Lishui in her heart, instead of calling it my sword.

This sword...

Qiuqiu is no longer the novice who didn't understand anything back then.

She could read both characters on the sword.

But it was difficult for her to read it out.

"Cut... the dragon?"

She turned to look at Shi'er.

Shi'er nodded slightly.Confirmed that she read correctly.

Dragon Slaying Sword?

Is it a coincidence?

Or did the sword really cut through the dragon?

Qiuqiu suddenly remembered what happened to Huo'er last night.

It has never been so disobedient and rushed towards something so urgently.But when things came to an end, it hesitated in every possible way.

The murderous aura on this sword was so shocking that even Qiuqiu felt uncomfortable.

"Has this sword really cut a dragon?"

"If I'm not mistaken, this sword should have a history of hundreds of years. It is indeed good to have cut a dragon. The owner of the sword is named Li. He is a character who is both good and evil."

"What kind of dragon did he kill?"

"It is said that it is an evil dragon that is causing disaster." Shi'er stood up and looked far away to the east.

The sun has risen.The morning mist cleared, and the distant mountains could be seen vaguely.

"There is the dragon vein of the capital."

Qiuqiu also stood up: "You mean Shanye Mountain?"

"The dharma altar is set at the position of the dragon's neck. Using this dragon-slaying sword, it seems that the merits and virtues will be completed and the dragon's veins will be completely cut off, but now it is a failure."

Qiuqiu finally understood what that old monk Kongxuan was doing.

He wanted to cut off the dragon's veins and overthrow the dynasty.

In his capacity.This is not unusual.He is a descendant of the former emperor, and he has more reason to hate living in this palace than anyone else.The one who sits on that throne.

"But does the rise and fall of a dynasty really have anything to do with the dragon's veins and Fengshui? The former emperor lost his virtue, and the people were in dire straits. He lost the hearts of the people first and then lost the world. That Kong Xuan must not understand this truth?"

"Dragon vein luck has a certain influence, but the most important thing is that the current Central Plains can no longer withstand turmoil." Shi'er looked at the square under the palace, those people kneeling three times and knocking on the mountain shouting long live: "These people It wasn't because they saw the real dragon coming into the world that they sincerely worshiped them, and they didn't want to go through troubled times. The third prince not only occupied the name and righteousness, but also had military power in his hands. They just followed the trend, and the fire was just given to them. A perfect excuse."

"Where is the poisonous one among the three princes?"

"Elder Cao has been cured." Shi'er raised his hand, and Huo'er jumped onto his palm: "The peach blossom poison is not what we thought at the beginning, but it is also related to peach blossoms. This poison is It is extracted by a poisonous insect that lives under the ice, and it will only appear when the first peach blossom blooms, so it is named peach blossom.”

Qiuqiu murmured, "The name is so beautiful."

It's a pity that this beautiful name was given a kind of poison by Ann.

"By the way, Brother Guan..."

Shi'er nodded and said, "I already know."

That's great, Qiuqiu thinks, it's so worry-free that she doesn't have to repeat that embarrassing thing again.

"Let's go down and meet the new emperor."

The young emperor also wore a white cloth filial piety robe and a ramie belt around his waist, but there was no trace of sadness on his face.When Shi'er walked in through the hall door holding Qiuqiu's hand, the man sitting in the hall was slightly surprised.turn around.

He quickly came back to his senses, and bowed to Shi'er and Qiuqiu. His humble gesture was not like an emperor.

He didn't look much like a queen, his face was very young and thin.Qiuqiu noticed that there was a scar on his left brow bone, which looked like an old wound, because of that scar, the eyebrow seemed to be cut off.This scar made him a little less frail, and added a little more chill and power.

Qiuqiu thinks of the emperor.It should be similar to the appearance in a certain Ge Ge drama, with a shy belly, a straight back, and a pair of beards. It looks like I am the best in the world, and the other end will never be lowered.

"I have seen two fairy elders."

"You're welcome." Shi'er also raised his hand.Returned a bow: "Congratulations, Your Majesty, for being honored as a great treasure."

The young emperor showed a self-deprecating smile: "It's a mess right now, I really don't know where to start to clean it up. I also want to thank Elder Cao for removing the poison from my body, otherwise I would still be alive at this moment, let alone enthroned."

This emperor should have a future.

Qiuqiu sized him up, although she didn't know much about faces, but this third prince could lead troops to fight.Even when they become emperors, they can bend down, bend and stretch.It is a material that can make a big business.

Cultivators have an unwritten rule, that is, they will not interfere too much with human affairs, especially such major events as the rise and fall of dynasties.

But the situation is different now, monsters are infiltrating on a large scale, and it is impossible for the Central Plains to have another decades-long war in this situation.

When the time comes, people will be devastated, and Qiuqiu dare not imagine the tragedy.

So the new emperor took a big deal, and there is no better candidate than him to end the chaos.That's why Elder Cao took pains to detoxify him.That's why Huo'er landed on the roof of the palace so coincidentally to create momentum for him, and Shi'er's response to this was to push the boat along the way.

The emperor held out his hand.Shi'er got the pulse for him: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the poison has been completely removed. You should practice the mind-blowing method taught by Elder Cao every morning and evening. Although Long Live is just a legend, you want to enjoy it." Tiannian is not difficult."

The emperor thanked them sincerely, and then asked them to stay: "There is also a Taoist temple in the palace, and people have been ordered to sweep and remove the dust. If the immortal elder does not dislike it, please detain them for a few days. I will ask the immortal elder for advice sooner or later..."

Shi'er raised his hand: "No need, we still have important things to do, and we won't stay in the capital for too long. It's just something I mentioned to His Majesty last night, and I hope His Majesty will pay attention to it."

"Yes, I will definitely keep it in mind."

Shi'er stretched out his hand, and the emperor stretched out his hand without hesitation, and the two palms were slowly clasped.

Qiuqiu could see that they should have reached an agreement.

She didn't know the inside story, but she thought that things should be developing for the better.

She just needs to know this.

"Let's go."

Qiuqiu responded, followed Shi'er, and walked out of the palace.

The young emperor had already secured the victory, but the imperial concubine was fidgeting like a trapped animal in a cage.

The court lady who was inquiring about the news avoided the guards all the way, walked from the sunny outside of the hall into the dark inner hall where the wind couldn't even blow into it, and whispered: "Your Majesty... the third prince has already ascended the throne in the main hall."

The imperial concubine suddenly stood up: "What?"

"Yes, it is true. Listen, those people outside are shouting long live."

The imperial concubine staggered to the wall and pushed open a window.

The sunlight is like poured mercury, suddenly pouring on the body.

The imperial concubine narrowed her eyes and covered her eyes with her hands.

She heard a voice coming from the hall from the southeast direction.

"How is it possible? How is it possible..."

The imperial concubine witnessed with her own eyes how the emperor suffered from poison and died of pain.

The third prince was also poisoned, and now that the time has come, why didn't he die?

The noble concubine's gaze turned to the flowerbed beside her.There is a peach tree just under the palace wall, and on the branch facing towards it, a young peach blossom tremblingly blooms.

spring is coming.

The disputes in the capital that lasted for a whole winter also came to an end.

However, her eyes lost their vitality.

She could foresee that if the third prince didn't die, it meant that she was on the brink of failure - she was so close to success!

Moreover, her death was approaching, so close that she could already hear the sound of death knocking on the door. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

ps: I don’t have a fever or a headache today, Xida Puben~~~~~ But my throat still hurts badly, and I’m coughing.