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Yun Yu watched as Yun Ruoleng returned, still wearing the same clothes. Her eyes lit up, and the corners of her lips unconsciously raised, as though she was very proud of her masterpiece.

Yun Ruoleng took a good look at her expression, and silently returned to her original position.

Just as Yun Ruoleng sat down, he heard a sharp and shrill voice coming from the door, and couldn't help but look towards the door.

"The empress dowager has arrived!"

"The emperor has arrived!"

Within the Hall of Peace, everyone rose to their knees respectfully, their voices loud and clear. "Long live the Emperor! Long live and long live the empress dowager! Long live and long live and long live the empress dowager!"

"Everyone, please rise." The empress dowager took the little emperor's hand and led him into the Temple of Peace. The little shota solemnly reached out his hand to support the emperor, then walked up the steps with a stern expression and sat on the Dragon Throne that belonged to the imperial power.

After Yun Ruoleng finished the ceremony, he sat in his seat. It was surprisingly quiet, as if the woman who painted for the Empress Dowager in Peace Palace wasn't her at all.

After what had just happened, Yun Yu Jiao had calmed down. Even though she wanted to scheme against Yun Ruoleng, it was limited to the fact that she wasn't mature enough and wasn't a match for Yun Ruoleng.

"Today's Mid-Autumn Festival, we will drink under the moon with our loved ones. We will not return until we are drunk."

"I won't leave until I'm drunk!" Everyone held their wine cups up high and once again made a toast to the people on the platform.

The little emperor's face was stern, he raised his head and drank the wine, then sat down, his gaze unwittingly sweeping across Yun Ruoleng who was quietly eating the food on his plate.

"The Regent has arrived!" Yun Ruoleng's gaze once again moved away from his desk. A different emotion flashed in her phoenix eyes, but it instantly disappeared.

Jun Qingshang appeared in the Peace Hall dressed in a black python robe, his clearly defined face still expressionless.

As the crowd bowed once again, Yun Ruoleng followed suit and kneeled down, "Your Highness, a thousand years, a thousand years, a thousand years."

"Yes." His gaze swept across the crowd, pausing on Yun Ruoleng for a moment before quickly shifting his gaze away, and uttering a single syllable.

After Yun Ruoleng got up, she continued to eat her food. The hall was lively, yet Yun Ruoleng was not in the mood to enjoy the scenery. She could only hope that everything would end soon so that she could go back to sleep.

Just as Yun Ruoleng was eating happily, he suddenly felt an extremely strong killing intent, and subconsciously stopped. Her cold gaze swept across the crowd of dancers. She could feel that this killing intent came from the dancers.

The dancing girl brandished the red silk in her hand and it continuously swirled in the hall. It looked like this song "Chang'e Dashing the Moon" was completely unintentional, but Yun Ruoleng could feel the killing intent growing stronger and stronger.

"Swoosh …" As she watched the dancers, an arrow flew from the outside of the hall, aimed at the little Emperor.

Jun Qingshang's reaction was extremely fast, the wine cup in his hand was immediately flung out, and the arrow shot out unerringly, landing on the ground.

Immediately after, a group of masked men with black mist emitting from their bodies poured in through the door, while the female dancers that were leading the group of dancers that Yun Ruoleng was staring at also started to move, the red ribbon in their hands flew, directly shooting towards Jun Qingshang.

The wine cup in Yun Ruoleng's hand was thrown out, accurately hitting the lady's back, and with a "Bang" sound, the lady laid on the ground, her mouth spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Protect Your Majesty! Protect Her Majesty! "

It was not only Jun Qingshang and Yun Ruoleng who had the time, there were also many martial generals in the hall. Because of the sudden incident, the hall was already in a mess, the Great Sima Yang Zheng and Jun Qingshang were in the second world war side by side, blocking the attacks of the large group of black-clothed men.

An Xiang stayed by Yun Ruoleng's side without moving an inch away from her. Because Yun Ruoleng's spirit energy had not completely recovered, she had to protect her safety right now.

The group of black-clothed men spoke in a strange manner, all of their attacks were not aimed at the Emperor, but the majority of them were aimed at Jun Qingshang, so it was very obvious that their goal was Jun Qingshang.

After Yun Ruoleng smashed the plates of the black clothed men several times, he used a strange pace to approach the center of the black clothed men's power. He pulled Jun Qingshang away without hesitation.

Why run? Yun Ruoleng could tell that this group of people were here for Jun Qingshang. If he left, then he would be able to attract more black-clothed men to leave. Just as Yun Ruoleng had thought, the two of them disappeared from the great hall at the fastest speed possible. The black clothed man also left with them, then used an endless number of methods to chase after them.

"Did you dig the graves of their ancestors!?" Yun Ruoleng coldly swept a glance at the black clothed man who was chasing after him, and coldly complained. "I didn't expect that you would be even more troublesome than me."

"…" Jun Qingshang's gaze never left her as she pulled at her white jade hands. She was in an indescribably good mood.

By the side of a pond, Yun Ruoleng and Jun Qingshang met in a pincer attack. Yun Ruoleng's impeccable face was covered in frost and she just wanted to say a low curse.

"Over there, over there!"

Yun Ruoleng secretly heaved a sigh of relief. She could tell that it was An Ying's voice, thinking that this An Ying Guard Captain came in time, if not for him, the two of them would really be in this group of Dark Mages' hands.

There were simply too many people in this group of dark Magi.

The sound of weapons fighting and low roars of pain resonated and fused with the flowing water of the pond. The Dark Witch and An Ying were in a state of complete separation as Jun Qingshang held his "Scarlet Dragon Sword" with a sword flower in his hand and held onto Yun Ruoleng's hand tightly.

Using the white silk with one hand was rather strenuous for Yun Ruoleng. Because there were a lot of people here, and it was not easy for her to use magic power, it made it harder and harder for her to fight. In the end, it was Jun Qingshang who protected her.

After an hour of fighting, most of the dark Magi were injured and some of them even died.

The sun had already set, although he could not see clearly, in the current situation, Yun Ruoleng could smell the blood stench everywhere.

"Your Highness, your subordinate came late to save you …"

"Be careful!" Yun Ruoleng's body instinctively moved faster than his words, spinning to lean on Jun Qingshang's back and forcefully knocking him away.

Since she didn't mind, Jun Qingshang was knocked two steps back. When he turned his head, he saw an arrow piercing through Yun Ruoleng's chest.

"Puchi …"

"Ruo Er!" Jun Qingshang exclaimed, he extended his hand to catch the crumbling Yun Ruoleng, "Ruo Er! Wake up! "

"Cough, cough …" Yun Ruoleng coughed a few times, a blood stench came from his throat, causing him to turn his head to cough out the blood.

Jun Qingshang started to panic. He turned around and roared at the dumbstruck An Ying, "Inherit the imperial physician!"

"Jun... Jun Qingshang, don't worry … I, I'm fine. " Yun Ruoleng only felt that her eyelids were growing heavier and heavier. Because she possessed the power of the Inherent Skill, she could see the man's expression in front of her with the help of the weak moonlight.

Seeing his pained expression, Yun Ruoleng laughed: "I, I've actually been … forever … I always thought I didn't, didn't like you, but … Cough cough cough … But just now, I realized that I might not just like you anymore. "