The imperial concubine has been flipped again

Chapter 450 struck by lightning

"If I hadn't known that the person at the bottom of the wall was you, I would have struck with my palm long ago."

Ling Juncheng stared at him with a straight face.

Yan Fei raised the corners of his lips and smiled brightly: "Brother Huang is really powerful. Even through a wall, he knows that someone is lying on the bottom of the wall, and he also knows that person is my younger brother. If Brother Huang's palm really strikes me, my younger brother will be smashed to pieces right now." gone."

"The next time I have this problem again, I will treat it as an assassin and slash it with my palm." Ling Juncheng was serious and majestic.

Yan Fei grinned at him flatteringly, shrinking his neck a little guilty: "Yan Fei won't dare again, Brother Huang calm down."

As he spoke, he presented the copied Qiankun Fu.

Ling Juncheng took it over and glanced at it, seeing that his handwriting was neat and not sloppy, so he relieved his tense expression.

Yan Fei saw that his imperial brother was finally a little more kind, so he sat cross-legged across from him with an expression on his face.

"Brother Huang, Yan Fei has already seriously transcribed it, but Brother Huang has been busy every day since he came back, and Yan Fei has no chance to show it to you."

He read the words.

After meeting the man's awe-inspiring eyes, he sat upright, very well-behaved.

However, within half a minute of the rules, he couldn't hold back anymore.

He approached his imperial brother: "I heard what you just said, imperial brother, no wonder Xixi has been acting weird since I came back, so she really is not the previous Xixi!"

"However, can Master Wuhuang explain this secret in detail? If Xixi wasn't Xixi, who would she be?" He turned to look at Wuhuang: "It's really hard for people to speculate like this. , I won’t be able to sleep at night!”

Wu Huang spread out the scriptures in his hands and looked down: "If you reveal the heavenly secrets, you will be punished by the heavens, and both the speaker and the listener will be implicated, so the little prince should not force the little monk."

"Damn!" Yan Fei slapped the table, "Whether it is God's punishment or not, it is all superstition. I never believe in that evil! I..."

"boom!"

Before he could finish his words, a thunderbolt struck his head.

A person in Yushu Linfeng was chopped into a piece of black charcoal in an instant, his hair was completely erected, and the whole person only saw two eyeballs turning around in their sockets.

"Brother Huang, I finally believe that there is such a thing as divine punishment!"

After struggling to say these words, he fell to the ground and lay still with his eyes closed.

"Wuhuang, this..." Ling Juncheng frowned, incredulous.

Wuhuang got up, turned and walked into the inner room.

After a while, he came out of the inner room, went to Yan Fei's side and stuffed a black pill into his mouth.

"Don't worry, Your Majesty, the little prince is fine, and he will recover after a night's sleep."

He bowed slightly to Ling Juncheng.

Ling Juncheng took a look at the sudden thunderbolt and couldn't see the original appearance, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his brows.

It's so thrilling, I almost got hacked with him just now!Fortunately, he was some distance away from Yan Fei.

"It's hard work for you to take care of Yan Fei." He got up and adjusted his clothes, "Xixi is still drunk, I will go back to see if she is awake."

Wu Huang stood up and looked down respectfully.

Ling Juncheng glanced at Yan Fei, turned his head and disappeared into the night.

Wu Huang, dressed in a monk's robe, stood in the courtyard. He looked up at the vast stars, and the light of thousands of colored glazes flowed in the bottom of his eyes.

In Kyoto, where the flowers are blooming like a piece of brocade, you can see the brilliance created by life when you take off the gorgeous coat.

When will the dust settle down in this hustle and bustle of the world?
He had converted to Buddhism so that he would not be stained with the world, but he still lingered in the world.

Being a pilgrimage monk can save people in the world, but he can't save himself alone.

Putting his hands together, standing between the sky and the earth, he silently recited the scriptures in his heart, turned around and walked to Yan Fei's side and carried him to the inner room.

(End of this chapter)