Emperor Yan's Domination: The Heaven-defying Demon Concubine Evils the World

Chapter 8
The night is getting darker, the vast starry sky is full of wind and clouds, and a beam of pale golden light is slashing towards the capital of Longhao.

Located in the north of the capital city of Longhao, a majestic mansion with a simple exterior and luxurious interior occupies one-third of the most prosperous part of the capital.

The mansion is so big that you can't see the end at a glance.

That mansion is even more majestic than the Longhao Palace in the center of the Palace of Power. The whole mansion is made of strange stones with a purple ink tone, and the brick courtyard walls are tall and majestic.

In the mansion, there are multiple corridors and pavilions, under the eaves of the four walls, there are masonry buildings and only bucket arches, and the surrounding area is filled with a simple and heavy atmosphere.

Looking down from a high altitude, the courtyards of the mansion are connected vertically and horizontally, and are distributed in a staggered manner. The road leading to the main hall is covered with special-shaped stone bricks, which makes it easy to feel like walking out of a maze.

The steps in front of the main hall are made of white warm jade, and the white warm jade is engraved with complicated and incomprehensible strange runes.

The auspicious clouds around the rune are vivid, stepping on the steps, it seems that the clouds are flying into the sky.

The main hall is surrounded by strange rocks and rocks, and from the tight stone cracks, from time to time, white mist flows out. The mist tornado circles around the main hall, and the mist rises in layers, like a cloud lock.

On the north side of the main hall, there is a magnificent palace.

In that palace, purple-ink lacquered square platforms about ten meters high stand in four directions. In the square platforms, there is a large tornado pillar pierced through it, reaching a height of more than a hundred meters.

A vigorous purple ink-colored dragon is coiled on the large tornado pillar. Looking up at the top of the pillar from the bottom, the majestic and domineering majesty of the emperor is so powerful that it makes people feel awe.

In front of the majestic and towering mansion, there is a huge plaque hanging.

On the plaque domineeringly swayed the three big characters "Ghost King's Mansion", and the character "Wang" was swayed vividly and vividly with bold strokes.

In the dark place of the mansion, Xiao Su's cold air and the air of cutting forests flow faintly.

In front of the gate of the palace, two strong and sturdy men stood guard on both sides of the gate.

The door guard was majestic, with blue eyes and strong eyes. He patrolled the surrounding movement with all his heart and carefully analyzed it.

Suddenly, a stream of purple ink, like a tornado lightning, flashed across the top of the palace gate.

The cold breath, accompanied by the pressure like Mount Tai pressing down on the top, pressed down heavily from the top, and a low-pitched cold wind blew slowly past the gate of the palace.

"call out--"

The guard didn't see anyone coming, his face changed suddenly, and he quickly slapped the mansion with a palm that was neither light nor heavy.

The palms faced each other, and the volley exploded, making a loud noise.

Hundreds of figures hidden in the dark seemed to have received some signal, and they all appeared at the gate, divided into two rows, and saw the man in purple black clothes appearing outside the door, kneeling respectfully on one knee.

"Welcome the prince back home!"

The rich voices of hundreds of people turned into one, and fell heavily at the gate of the palace.

The heavy sound is as if it were real, it hits the ground with a sound, the sound is deafening, and the reverberation spreads in all directions, reverberating endlessly in the mansion.

"Den-"

The man in purple ink slowly stepped up the stone steps and entered the palace absent-mindedly. He walked carelessly, paying no attention to everything around him.

As soon as he entered the palace, a smoky blue figure calmly settled at the door like a gust of wind.

The visitor was elegant and graceful, with black eyebrows drawn into the temples, bright eyes like the moon, his black hair was partly tied and partly untied, a little elegant, a cool breeze blew, and a fresh scent of herbs radiated from him.

"Why did the lord come back early? Is it the one from Fanxian Temple—" Qingfeng bowed respectfully and asked worriedly.

The man in purple ink walked towards the main hall silently. As he walked, the cold breath that could not be concealed raged and scattered, and he inadvertently swept towards the hundreds of shadows around him.

It was only the aftermath of the breath that leaked from the side, but it made all the shadows break out in cold sweat, and their qi and blood surged.

Qingya and Qingfeng also seemed to be affected by that coercion, and they didn't dare to follow too closely.

"Qingya, what's wrong with the lord?" Qingfeng asked puzzled.

Qingya frowned and shook his head, "I don't know, there is nothing wrong with Fanxian Temple, and it was fine when I came back, and it was like this after killing a warrior holding blood to lure me halfway."

"Holding the Blood to Yinjue should have been destroyed, so it wouldn't make the Lord so unhappy, right?"

Qingya looked at the ground without a trace of cracks while walking, and said: "The floors are all good, the Lord should not be displeased, maybe he is thinking about something."

"No way, what is worth the prince thinking about for so long?" Qingfeng looked at the floor, his brows gradually frowned. He had followed him for so many years, and he fully understood the temperament of his prince not thinking about things for more than a quarter of an hour.

Now that his prince has been thinking about things for so long, in his eyes it is no different from the sky falling.

"I don't know either. Let's observe and observe first. It may be related to the Fanxian Palace." Qingya pulled Qingfeng forward, walked on the left side of the man in purple ink, and observed carefully.

Qing Ya and the two followed silently, and before they knew it, they came to a palace on the left side of the main hall.

A study room as big as a palace is divided into two.

The inside is the inner room, and the outside is the outer room.

In the outer room of the study, there are hundreds of bookshelves, criss-crossing, and there are countless volumes of books. On the east side, a large purple ink sandalwood table and an ebony hollow dragon pattern chair occupy a position.

In the inner room of the study, no one knows what it looks like inside. It is a forbidden place for men in purple ink clothes, and they cannot set foot there.

Seeing the man in purple ink entering the inner room, Qing Ya and the others tactfully retreated.

The man in purple ink sat on the bench with a lot of thoughts. He took out a scroll from the drawer and slowly opened it.

The woman in the painting is dressed in a snow-white dress that is as long as the floor. The hem of the clothes is embroidered with complicated and strange runes. string.

Restrained by a red rope, her slender waist is not enough for a grip, but her body proportions are extremely perfect.

On the left side of the waist hangs a scarlet flower ornament with seven petals and five stamens.

Her long black hair can be stretched to the ground when she puts it down. The long round bun in the middle is noble and magnificent, with a half-moon hair crown inserted straight in the middle, and two hairpins of the same color are inserted horizontally on both sides.

The red string tied on the hair crown hangs down to the sides and is fixed in the butterfly bun behind the ears.

Her face is creamy, soft and greasy, her eyebrows are slender like willows, and her young red lips are untouched and vermilion. When she curls her lips into a smile, the air around her will permeate with a little bit of sweetness.

Her skin is like snow and ice, her hands are like creamy fat, and her bones are like jade.

A pair of crystal-clear red exquisite eyes, piercing and radiant.

Her pupils seem to be filled with thousands of colored glazes, the luster of which is shining brightly, making her eyes gorgeous and bright.

The black pupils touched the pair of red and exquisite eyes, and the surface of the pupils rippled, and the black color gradually faded, faded to light red, and turned into red.

He caressed the corners of the eyes of the woman in the painting, caressing them dejectedly, revealing endless iron-blooded tenderness.

He leaned over to stick the scroll lightly, his blood-colored thin lips parted slightly, overflowing the doubts accumulated for many years, "Yue'er, where are you, I have searched everywhere for my husband, why can't I see Yue'er?"

(End of this chapter)