concubine, you cant do

Chapter 573
Leng Yannuo was also helpless, she couldn't say that since she lost her sight, she felt more clearly than when she could see.

"Frost..." Leng Yannuo whispered, and took out a clay doll from his arms and handed it to Frost, "Take her to the market to try your luck."

Hanshuang took it, she naturally knew that the clay puppet was made by Master Pu Dian, she was stunned, thought of something, nodded lightly, and left the inn.

"Hey, wait, let's go together." Nan Yubei followed closely, and King Qi's prestige, status, and pomp had already been thrown away after following Frost.

Gong Lie and Gong Yue looked at each other, it turned out that this was Leng Yannuo's purpose for coming here.

Gong Lie suddenly narrowed his eyes, as if he and Leng Yannuo also met Master Pu Dian for the first time that night.

Instruct the waiter to prepare the room, and they went upstairs after eating.

After a few people went upstairs, there were gradually some people talking in a low voice downstairs, but it quickly became quieter.

It's just unexpected that what Leng Yannuo and others waited for was Nan Yubei who was slightly injured and Frost who still had lingering fears in his heart.

"Shua." In the room, as soon as Hanshuang saw the person behind Leng Yannuo, the sword light shone, and he put it on Murong Shengyang's neck, "Who the hell are you?"

Murong Shengrui's eyebrows that had not yet opened slightly frowned, but his face remained motionless, "I'm Murong Shengyang."

Everyone didn't expect Frost's reaction like this, but Leng Yannuo suddenly took away Frost's sword lightly, his face stained a little bit, "You have encountered an ambush, and the other party is a person who looks exactly like Murong Shengyang?" Leng Yannuo hit the nail on the head, but revealed a fierce fact.

Nan Yubei and Hanshuang nodded, "Yes, we didn't find Master Pu Dian, so we wanted to go home, and we never thought of meeting him on the way back..." Hanshuang still had some disbelief in his heart, and pointed at Murong Shengyang "He said he was worried, so we came out to have a look together. Nan Yubei and I still thought it was strange, but I never thought that he would make a move while we were not paying attention..." Although Hanshuang pointed at Shengyang, she looked at Leng Shuang. Yan Nuo's calm face also felt that what happened tonight was strange, and then he listened to Yan Nuo coldly, "Shengyang has always been with me."

"Face-changing master." Lan Feng, who had been silent at the side and had no sense of presence, suddenly spoke, but the four words made Gong Yue's heart startled, and she looked at Gong Lie for a moment, "Ghost Linfu."

As soon as the words came out, Han Shuang was also taken aback, Gui Linfu...

"Who is Ghost Linfu?" Nan Yubei asked.

"He has a sadistic personality and loves the art of changing his face. He ranks first among the top ten killers in the world. He has never been heard of by his name, and the few people who have seen him died the moment they saw his face." Leng Yan Nuo suddenly said lightly, and suddenly smiled softly amidst everyone's surprise, "What a great handwriting."

Murong Shengyang's eyebrows tightened again, and a layer of coldness appeared on his delicate jade-like face.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became heavy, but Leng Yannuo directly said two words, "Sleep."

Nan Yubei's injury was already light, but Naihe finally found a way to get close to Frost, and insisted on Frost to bandage her. Seeing that Leng Yannuo seemed to have other plans, Hanshuang left the room without asking .

But, who can sleep tonight.

In the long palace piled up like snow in Lie Kingdom, a man in silver robe was leaning on the side, closing his eyes and sleeping lightly. Suddenly there was the sound of very light footsteps, and someone came to look at the man in silver robe with his eyes closed. , seeming to be hesitating whether to interrupt or not.

"Say." The man opened his eyes, and the beam of light in his eyes slightly released, shining brightly like a snow leopard in midnight.

The little boy lowered his head slightly, took a step forward, and said, "Your Holy Envoy has sent a letter, and you may receive the Holy Maiden back home tomorrow."

Hearing this, the man didn't have any strange expression, nodded his head lightly, and waved at the boy.

The little boy retreated immediately.

"I don't understand. How can a princess of the Lie Kingdom who has lost her virginity and married someone else become a saint?" A woman's voice sounded in the hall. She looked extremely young, beautiful, with deep eyebrows and fine water. The tone was a little dissatisfied.The clothing on his body is also different from that of ordinary people in the temple, which shows that his identity is also different.

"She is the only saint in our country." The man said with a deep tone.

"We can take advantage of this to change the ancestral system and establish another saint, or..."

The silver-robed man suddenly waved his sleeves, and the woman hurriedly stopped, but she was still unwilling to say, "But Holy Sacrifice Cloud, all the saints of our Lie Kingdom must be virgins, that woman... let alone be worthy of the holy envoy's own words." Go pick it up? The envoy has never waited for such a thing, so why let him go this time." The woman was displeased, but after she finished speaking, she saw the slightly angry expression of the man in silver robe, and hurriedly lowered her head, "It is Let me say more, please be angry with the venerable."

The atmosphere in the hall suddenly condensed like a snow wind, and layers of ice-cold pressed towards the woman's body like a knife. The child's complexion changed, and he was about to exclaim when suddenly the ice-cold air around him melted away. He felt lingering fear, but Said, "This subordinate knows, and this subordinate will stop talking nonsense."

"Go down, get ready, and welcome the saint back to the palace."

"The emperor's side..." The woman seemed to remember something before she opened her mouth.

The silver-robed man glanced at the woman and put away the shattered light in his eyes, which was as snowy as March and as cold as ice, and said, "It's the person the emperor asked the envoy to pick up."

"So that's it." The woman's complexion slightly relaxed, she nodded, and then turned around and left the palace gate.

And the man in the silver robe kept the woman's expression in his eyes from the beginning to the end, for a long time, sighed softly, full of the vicissitudes of the world, the past was irreversible, and the wind and moon flowing through his eyes melted into the palace.

In Tianmu Capital City, the cold wind blew past.

In the imperial study room, Hua Qianyao looked at Murong Chengrui who was looking at Xiaoyue in the sky, a strange light flashed in his eyes, and then said lightly, "You knew I was a woman?"

"We've known each other for more than ten years since we were young, how can we not guess it." The voice was light and faint, and there was a touch of coolness in the warmth.

"Since you guessed it, why do you still want to marry Leng Yannuo?" Hua Qianyao resumed her female voice, and the music sounded like heaven.

Murong Shengrui was still looking out of the window without moving, and turned his head slightly to look at Hua Qianyao for a long time, "You sent her to me."

Hua Qianyao was taken aback for a moment, then chuckled, "Yes, it was indeed I who sent her to you."

In the dead of night, with a slight breeze, the whole town fell into a deep sleep. There was no one in the inn, and the small courtyard was filled with flowers and flowers, shining brightly under the moonlight.

The door of Leng Yannuo's room seemed to be opened. Originally, Hanshuang and Gongyue wanted to live in the same room with Leng Yannuo, but they had no choice but to live next door to Leng Yannuo.

The door opened, but there was no sound, only a deep and strong breath came in gently. Leng Yannuo was not sleepy at first, but for some reason, he just felt muddled in his mind, and a warm and warm breath seemed to be in his heart. It catalyzes her, distant, vivid, poetic, the blue sky is picturesque, and the mountains and rivers enter her heart, making her whole body limp like a puddle of water and instantly powerless. She is clearly crying to wake up from the bottom of her heart, but she seems to be greedy for this kind of thing. Warm, slightly cool, it seemed to be sandwiched with a breath of spring breeze, which made her unable to distinguish the breath of reality from dreams. In a trance, it seemed that there was a light gauze flowing over her face, like a beautiful reflection on the foam. With the clear water and the sky, Leng Yannuo lost his mind, and it was as flat as a pool of clear water without a single ripple.

(End of this chapter)