After being reincarnated as a bad woman, I became my enemy?

Hearing the organization's plot and Hei Hua's mission, Yin Niang just nodded flatly: "Where is Hei Hua?"

"She didn't want to rush into Dongzhou, so she waited for news from me outside the city, and at the same time, she was preparing for the assassination the day after tomorrow. But I think this is no different from sending her to death for nothing. Can you help me find a way to persuade her. "

"No need."

Yin Niang was sitting in front of the dressing table, holding the bowl of hot porridge with both hands, squinting her eyes and blowing the hot white steam on the porridge bowl.

"Since she wants to do this, let her go for it."

"you!?"

Zhou Qingying did not expect that Hang Yanling would give such an answer. She looked at the girl with makeup in front of her in puzzlement: "You...how could you say such a thing?"

"Little sister, you have been a child who is easy to lose your mind since you were a child. You have a bad temper and a hard temper. You don’t know how to persuade others. If you had softened your attitude towards me a little bit, instead of acting like a naive kid..."

Hang Yanling lowered her head and muttered, then suddenly closed her mouth.

"Hey, all in all, with you and me at the Yuan Condensation Stage, how can we persuade a Core Formation Stage?"

Zhou Qingying, who was scolded inexplicably, blushed. Although she knew that what Hang Yanling said was the truth, she couldn't understand why Hang Yanling would take such a time to scold herself.

"I, I'm stupid, what's wrong!"

The blushing Zhou Qingying stomped her feet and stood up. Suddenly, her nostrils twitched lightly.

"Hiss...not right, huh? The smell on your body..."

"Taste, wow! What are you doing, little sister!? You don't want to do it!?"

Hang Yanling looked at Zhou Qingying who stood up, and was so frightened that he quickly put down the porridge bowl and squatted on the ground with his head in his arms, making a standard squatting movement with his head in his arms.

Seeing something wrong with Hang Yanling who couldn't tell what was wrong, Zhou Qingying sat down on the chair with her skirt helplessly, and said aggrievedly:

"Okay, you're smart, tell me what I should do? Could it be that you really watched Hei Hua go to die? Although you haven't seen her... But since you will do it for my sister... Bah, for people like Zhou Qinghe To do so much...teach me how to save a dog demon who has sheltered humans for many years, it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"My little senior sister, saving her and stopping her are two different things."

Hang Yanling straightened up, pinched her waist and looked at Zhou Qingying, holding her forehead helplessly and shaking her head: "It's your preconceived notion that Hei Hua will surely die if he assassinates the Emperor...so to stop her, it is obvious that we are persuading If you don’t move her, why don’t you think of a way to help her escape unscathed after assassinating the emperor?”

"...Do you have a solution?"

"Yes, but I can't say the success rate."

Hang Yanling held her sleeves, bent down and looked at Zhou Qingying: "All in all, I will definitely come up with a way to save that black birch in the battle of religion the day after tomorrow, but correspondingly... little sister, I need you to help me do another one thing."

"what?"

"Help me find that Fu... Fu Tianqing and Li Tianshun, use your excellent nose."

"Ok?"

Zhou Qingying frowned: "Didn't they return to Dongzhou with the carriage?"

"No, there is still no news about these two people so far. If they were still in Dongzhou, they would have found a chance to meet me a long time ago. I... still... yes... quite worried... worried... xin... theirs .”

When Hang Yanling said these words, he turned his eyes away and rubbed his skirt with his fingers, as if he was enduring something disgusting.

The little bell next to him saw it, and came over to pat Hang Yanling's back in a very sensible way.

"Sister Yin Niang, don't be in a hurry? How about I find a basin to vomit for you?"

"Huh? It's okay, I'm fine."

Zhou Qingying nodded when she heard the words: "Well, although I don't like that kid Fu Tianqing, he is your half-brother after all... You brothers and sisters have the friendship between your brothers and sisters, so you can't be like me..."

"Ah... yes..."

"Okay, I'll leave immediately, Hei Hua will leave you alone."

Zhou Qingying didn't care about the fact that she had just trekked here just now, and immediately stood up after receiving Hang Yanling's order.

On the one hand, it is due to her own personality, no matter what she does, she is vigorous and resolute, and she has a strong ability to act.

On the other hand, it was completely out of trust in Hang Yanling.

Zhou Qingying looked at the junior sister standing in front of her, her tense face eased slightly, she coughed, blushing: "When I get those people back, let's go home, I'm afraid you will get hurt. "

"Ugh...I'm fine."

"Why do you always react so strongly to others!? Hey, but your reaction this time doesn't seem to be fear..."

"It's the body's instinctive reaction, it's the same as before, little senior sister, have a good journey."

Seeing that Zhou Qingying seemed about to come over for a hug, Hang Yanling smiled and took a step back, leaning against the bed.

Zhou Qingying sensed this resistance, but considering Hang Yanling's character, she didn't think much of it, snorted, turned around and went downstairs.

Come in a hurry, go in a hurry.

Little Lingdang looked at Zhou Qingying who was walking away, and pouted her lips: "Sister Yin Niang, Third Senior Sister obviously looks like she really wants to be coaxed by you, so why don't you satisfy her."

"Woo-voo!!!"

"Wow, Senior Sister, are you okay!?"

"It's okay, I haven't eaten yet this morning, but, but... vomit......... let Zhou Qingying... vomit, go find Fu...that Fu...something ...This kind of thing, vomit...I really don't want to do it a second time."

Yin Niang, who was squatting on the ground, retched for a long time, clutching her stomach, and the flowers on her head swayed slightly with her movements, as if she was sighing.

The little bell let out a cry, and hurried downstairs to ask Hua Yingying for medicine.

Yin Niang, who came back after a while, sat on the chair, closed her eyes and calmed down for a long time.

If the real Hang Yanling was here, she probably wouldn't choose this way.

With her personality, she should actually go to see that black birch in person, try to persuade her, and at the same time adopt the second plan, once the persuasion fails, how to ensure that she will not die in the attack the day after tomorrow.

Zhou Qingying's mood must also be considered, and he will try his best to keep Zhou Qingying around where he can see it.

It is a pity.

Although I understand this truth, but at this moment, it is me who is the executor of the plan.

She once said that she should let herself do what she thinks is right, instead of imitating blindly.

The current "Yin Niang" has no way to protect Zhou Qingying. Although leaving the imperial capital will still encounter unknown risks, it is a better choice for her to leave Dongzhou at this time.

After all, if she saw another "Hang Yan Ling", it might cause a lot of trouble.

There must be no mistakes in the plan.

Before the final drama is staged, the people who see through Hang Yanling's real body must be driven out of Dongzhou as much as possible...

"It's getting late, hurry up."

Yin Niang looked at her storage ring, took out part of the silver stored in it, and weighed it in her hand.

"Go to the pharmacy first... and then go to..."

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"What!? The saint from Dongzhou was released!?"

Horrified screams erupted in the Tantric camp.

They were stationed in the house specially prepared by the third prince for this group of people. Ever since the attack that day, a gloomy air of death and fear had shrouded the sky over the Tantric territory.

After all, the great monk who led the team died, and his death was unclear.

Long Wei will definitely not ask them for an explanation, and the Tantric sect who has been causing trouble everywhere in the capital and is used to being arrogant and domineering obviously has no friends who can help them at this time.

At this time, I heard that the evil saint was released and was preparing to participate in the religious dispute in the day after tomorrow. The few remaining lamas of the Tantric sect wanted to be the first and the second.

The holy girl of the Tantric sect sat cross-legged in the circle formed by the Dharani pillars, but the cold sweat on her forehead showed that the girl who was practicing with her eyes closed was not so calm.

What if that evil saint came to her again? She was already close to losing her face in Linlang Academy.

Now the other party is killing wantonly, this Dongzhou simply cannot stay any longer.

The lamas, like ants on a hot pot, gathered together to discuss the next countermeasures, but after thinking about it, they still couldn't think of a trick.

"Damn it, if I knew it earlier, I shouldn't have listened to that bard's bewitchment. I came to Laoshizi Xizhou, and now I can't find a place to live. We are going to die here."

One lama patted his thigh angrily, and the other lamas lowered their heads. Although they didn't say anything, they all had their own regrets about the trip to Dongzhou.

But what can be done?

There is no place for them in Xizhou.

They were wandering monks living at the border between Xizhou and Beizhou. Beizhou had harsh conditions and few resources, so they sneered at things like belief.

However, the attitude of the people of Western States towards faith would not allow the existence of these heretics at all.

After the sacred wall of the prairie was broken by magic and iron wheels, their proud indestructible bodies could not resist the great swords of the Xizhou people and the hunting knives of the Beizhou people.

Now even if he goes back with his tail between his legs in a state of embarrassment, his life after that will not be any better.

"Hey...if the brothers and sisters are still alive...we might..."

Some lamas made cowardly voices.

They suppressed and did not dare to let their voices of showing weakness be heard by the saint, but no one had the idea to prevent the spread of this disappointment.

Whether it's the self-proclaimed embarrassing bard, the third prince who once regarded them as guests and ordered them to interfere with the Taoist beliefs, they all ignored them.

This group of tyrannical foreign monks are nothing but pawns of those in power and conspirators. After losing the value of being manipulated, they are left here to die.

They are also human beings, human beings, human beings trying to survive.

"Damn it, why don't you fight with them!!!"

A irascible lama stood up and clenched his fists: "We have to avenge our dead compatriots! The Buddha never taught us to live a life of humility here. When the bastards are those Taoists who are pure-hearted and ascetic, it has nothing to do with us." !"

"How you want to fight is up to you, but before that..."

A young girl in black and a veil dragged a large coffin made of tree vines, and slowly walked into the other courtyard of this Tantric school.

Frustrated, the lamas didn't notice the girl's approach, until the girl dragged the coffin in front of them, and each of them slowly came back to their senses.

"who are you!?"

Several lamas protected the room where the saintess rested, while the two most powerful lamas of the Zhenyuan period stood in front of the girl.

The girl in black raised her head slightly and lifted the veil a little.

"it's me."

"you--"

Seeing the girl's face, the two lamas from the True Yuan period seemed to be covered with cement, unable to move.

"My name is Yin Niang—this is the first time I've met you...Although it's not the first time you've seen my face."

Yin Niang, who was dragging the wooden coffin, put the coffin in the Tantra, clapped her hands, then took out two packages from her sleeve, and threw them on the ground.

A heavy bag made the sound of silver colliding.

The other bag contained what seemed to be plants, and the taste was a bit bitter, which should be herbs.

"Here, here you go, goodbye."

Yin Niang just said a few words briefly, then turned around and was about to leave.

A lama who was shocked by fear finally stepped forward, and scolded: "You...what are you doing here, you want to drive us all to death—"

"If you are not blind, you should be able to tell that I only have the same face as that person."

Yin Niang turned her head and glared at the lama, then closed her eyes again and shook her head.

"Oh, forget it—buy some wine and meat with the money, remember to make soup for the unlucky guy in the coffin with those herbs. I don't care who you want to take revenge on, I just don't like people dying in front of me."

After the words fell, Yin Niang ignored anyone and walked out of the courtyard of Tantric Buddhism.

The hearts of the lamas hanging from their throats finally fell, and everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, looking at the black wooden coffin that was dragged into the courtyard. The lid was not sealed with nails, and faint breathing could be heard faintly inside.

"what should I do now?"

"Don't worry about him!"

The most irritable among the lamas rushed to the lid of the coffin. The huge pressure had already made him feel a little bit desperate. He grabbed the lid of the coffin, and after making sure that everyone around him retreated to the side, he lifted it up forcefully.

With a click, a strong medicinal smell emanated from the coffin lid.

There are countless vine-like things connected between the coffin lid and the coffin. As the lid was lifted, there was a series of snapping sounds.

"Uh, uh..."

"Zakun! Rita...Mulang!?"