concubine, you cant do

Chapter 598: Altar Baptism (6)
The visitor frowned, "Why?"

"She divides her body's internal energy into three parts, one part is against the fog-protecting dragon, one part is against the overwhelming locked-up qi in her body, and one part..." The envoy seemed to sigh softly, and then spoke very softly , but extremely oppressive, even more oppressive than Heiyun, even more depressed, and even more helpless, "One piece protects the child in the body."

"Her?" The visitor was surprised, "She actually..." The voice continued to be slightly angry, "She is playing with her life."

"Yeah, all of us are playing with our lives." The envoy rubbed his chest and smiled bitterly.

"..." The visitor was silent for a long time.

Half a day later, Leng Yannuo just woke up leisurely, looking at the familiar palace, Leng Yannuo's first reaction was to feel his own pulse, feel the existence of that little life, his heart just relaxed, and under the relaxation, his face Cover with a soft layer.

Fortunately, you have been with me.

Hearing the movement, Gongyue was the first to run in, and hugged Leng Yannuo tightly, "Sister, don't take such risks next time, I'll be worried." While speaking, she quietly took Leng Yannuo's pulse. Fortunately, Still, still.

Leng Yannuo was a little amused by Gong Yue's expression and movements, and said softly, "There will be no next time." While speaking, he patted Gong Yue's shoulder lightly, before saying, "Who is healing me."

Gong Yue was taken aback for a moment, but she didn't expect Leng Yannuo to ask this question first, and said, "Holy envoy."

Leng Yannuo nodded, not at all surprised, just watching Wan Xiang and Murong Shengyang walk in, with slightly warm faces, "Why do you have to look like this, I'm living a good life now."

The two didn't respond.

Leng Yannuo took a look, and Leng Yannuo frowned, "Hishuang went to Miaozong." It's not a doubt, it's an affirmation.

Gong Yue naturally knew what it meant for Hanshuang to go to Miaozong, but she thought of something and said, "But King Qi went with her."

"Really?" Leng Yannuo raised her eyebrows slightly.

Gong Yue looked at Wan Xiang, then at Murong Sheng Yang, why did she feel that there was a hint of joy in her sister's voice, but she still nodded, "It's absolutely true."

"Okay." Leng Yannuo was very satisfied, and when he was satisfied, he waved to Murong Shengyang, "Little poor boy, come here."

Gong Yue naturally knew the relationship between Leng Yannuo and Murong Shengyang, and originally wanted to act coquettishly to be jealous or something, but seeing that although Leng Yannuo woke up, there was still a trace of fatigue on his face, so she pulled La Wanxiang away out.

"Come on, hug one." Leng Yannuo opened his hands, and hugged Murong Shengyang without waiting for a reaction, "Fortunately, I'm alive."

"Sister." In just one sentence, the strength that Murong Shengyang had endured since yesterday seemed like an unstoppable embankment, allowing tears to flow down.

"You are the former emperor. You are so old and you still cry, but you are really worthless. If you are so worthless, how can you find a wife in the future?" Leng Yannuo said softly. Of course she saw that when Murong Shengyang walked in, then The pain of powerlessness that was suppressed in the depths of the eyebrows.

"Sister, this strong country is also a dragon's pool and a tiger's den. Yesterday you were attacked by the fog dragon. There were thousands of people present, some wished you to die, and some wished you to live, but it was inevitable that they wished you to live without purpose, and the Emperor Lie seemed like You are so harmonious with the Venerable Shenggong, but..." Murong Shengyang's voice was deeply nasal, "You are caught in the middle, how can you keep the mediation."

Leng Yannuo stroked Murong Shengyang's forehead, "I'm fine."

The corners of Murong Shengyang's eyes were moist again. He used to like to hear his sister Nuo say that he was fine, but now, he doesn't like these three words, he doesn't like these three words at all. She would rather her say that she is not good, that she is not good.

Because, she has been bad.

There was silence in the hall, only the two of them were tightly attached to each other, it was the blood of family that could not be broken, more intimate than blood.

Gongyue stood outside the hall, feeling the strong warmth coming from inside, and couldn't help but flood her heart.

After the baptism at the altar, the court was quiet, the holy palace was quiet, and nothing major happened. Since Leng Yannuo woke up, he has never seen the figure of the holy envoy again. Only saw it once an hour later.

People can't figure out what they want.

Leng Yannuo listened to Gongyue's dissatisfaction and complaints, but could not speak out. The master did this just to make people think that he valued him so much. As for making...

But everyone in the Holy Palace, except Qing Lan and his party, respected Leng Yannuo more and more. Not to mention the altar baptism, it was a rare event in a hundred years to be carried back to the holy palace by the holy envoy to help and heal his wounds.

Tianmu, Huafu.

"With so many of you guarding, you can actually let a seriously injured person go out." Hua Baixun's angry voice came from the yard.

Dozens of men in black around the yard lowered their heads slightly and said nothing.

"His heart is not here, even if the Nine Heavens Lock is in vain." Hua Qianyao appeared at the gate of the courtyard with the sound still dressed in red, and for no reason broke the beauty of the courtyard.

Hua Baixun looked at Hua Qianyao, "Then how should we explain to Elder Tianyu?"

"The legs are not on us, what does she want to explain?" Hua Qianyao spoke with great momentum, receding from the past fake romantic and lazy, leaving only a glint of ice in her eyes, "She is now guarding Yungu County, I really thought we could do nothing to her."

Hua Baixun frowned deeply, "Qianyao, you..."

"We don't take action, someone will take action, don't worry."

"Then when will you do what I said?" Hua Baixun's gentle and bright eyes showed a hint of gloom, which made his somewhat ancient appearance slightly hideous.

Hua Qianyao stroked her temples slightly, revealing a trace of a woman's attitude, which looked a little weird.

"Soon." Two words, but Hua Baixun's expression relaxed, "I'm afraid of you..."

"Father, don't worry too much."

On the third day, Leng Yannuo's complexion finally returned to normal. After looking at the flowers and dais in the courtyard, he finally entered the palace of the holy envoy.

Entering through the window, Leng Yannuo looked at the bed, and the bed, the holy envoy, slept peacefully.

She was sleeping, Leng Yannuo was puzzled, she thought the envoy was not there.

It's just that wearing a mask even in sleep is really shameless?Leng Yannuo pursed her lips, and walked towards the bed, her footsteps were very soft, she took a breath and concentrated, and approached step by step.

Approaching the bed, Leng Yannuo looked at the holy envoy. He fell asleep like this without taking off his robe, and there was even a slight wrinkle on the robe. Could it be that this person has been falling asleep since he healed himself that day? never woke up?

Suspicious in his heart, Leng Yannuo stretched out his hand to sniff the envoy's breath, but luckily, he was still alive.

However, such a person would not die early, wouldn't he be a disaster for thousands of years?

Leng Yannuo raised his finger and landed on the cool purple jade gilt mask, the faint light entered from the window sill, flowed through the snow-white fingertips and flowed through the purple jade to shine, like the lake and seaweeds pulling the blue silk ripples, The breath suddenly became a little different.

(End of this chapter)