C23

In the grand hall, only she and He Lan Xue were standing in the middle of the mirror-like hall. They were standing in the middle of the hall, like pillars of water.

And above the palace hall, behind the layers of bamboo curtains, was a vague, tall figure, coldly looking down at them from above.

Yi Ren was extremely sensitive to He Lan Xue's strangeness. Her pair of peach and plum eyes suddenly became deep, as deep as this great hall of hell.

Afterwards, Houlan Xue blew her robes as she knelt on the ground and shouted, "Long live the Emperor!"

Her lover, who was still confused, also knelt down and vaguely followed He Lan Xue.

The people above still looked down on them with a sense of superiority.

Her lover felt ill at ease — that was the first time she had ever seen power.

"Rise." That low, majestic and slightly soft voice sounded once again.

He Lan Xue replied and stood up. It was as if he had intended to get up when he knelt down, but she was a step too late. She awkwardly stood up.

This was the first time she didn't kneel down to another person, and she felt extremely uncomfortable inside.

"This is Linfei's sister?" After they all stood up straight, the Emperor spoke again.

He Lan Xue replied, "Yes, she's the new wife of my disciple brother."

"I heard that the Carefree King originally wanted to marry Consort Lin …" The voice from above was light, and no emotions could be discerned, as if it was an ordinary brother of the La family. "We were originally brothers, and now that we are uncles, we can be said to be closer. Her Majesty was very pleased when she found out. "

"Yes." There was no trace of sadness or joy on He Lan Xue's face.

Her lover listened to the Tian Jia brothers' questions and answers as if they were watching a play, as if it had nothing to do with her.

"You're called Yi?" Unexpectedly, the Emperor behind the curtain changed his tone and pointed at her.

She hurriedly raised her head to look in the direction the voice had come from and answered without hesitation, "That's right, my name is Yi."

The curtains were so heavy that she could not see the emperor's face clearly. She only felt that the dark shadow was unspeakably depressing.

"Very lively." Emperor He Lan Chun didn't seem to want to pursue her disrespectful words. Instead, he smiled and said, "It is a blessing to have such a happy wife."

"Yes." He Lan Xue still replied indifferently. Her expression was so calm that it seemed like she was wearing a mask.

"It's rare to get into the palace. Go pay respects to the empress dowager." The person behind the curtain gave the same order in a masked voice, then stood up and left. The person only heard a rustling sound, then raised her head, only to see that the hall was empty.

He did not move, nor did his wife. She only looked at the silent He Lan Xue with curiosity and confusion, her legs slightly bent — she had just stood too straight, and her whole body felt uncomfortable.

"Go find your sister, This King needs to pay his respects to the empress dowager." He didn't know how long he stood there, but He Lan Xue suddenly turned around and coldly threw down those words. Then, she quickly walked outside.

Hailey wanted to give chase, but she had stood for too long, so she suddenly moved. With a twist of her ankle, she fell behind Houlan.

When she slowly walked out of the hall, He Lan Xue had already disappeared. She was left alone, standing in front of the tall steps, at a loss.

"What an irresponsible man." She pretended to sigh and decided to rely on herself to take a good look at this palace that resembled a palace of immortals.

As for Eileen, she wouldn't be sorry if she didn't, but how would she know where Eileen was?

Now that the sun was bright and not too hot, and the golden sunlight was shining through the leaves on either side of her, gently pouring down. The more she walked, the lazier she became, and the more she walked, the more she felt that it was better to sleep at home — she made up her mind to stop walking and stop in front of a lush banyan tree and squat in front of it, first looking at the crawling roots with boredom, then slowly blurring out the ant shape of an ant, the sun's specks slowly shifted and moved back and forth on the body of the man.

She began to doze. Her head was like a pecking chicken, one up, one down, one up, one down...

Her lover had a very strange dream.

In her dreams, she returned to her previous life and stood in the courtyard of her house, looking through the gauze at her parents, whom she hadn't seen in a long time.

With the gentle brush of the muslin, she could not see the face of the person inside clearly. All she could see was shadows, as if they were very close, but also very far away.

She couldn't tell what it felt like to be in the real world in her previous life. It was like a dream.

His so-called previous life was just a dream in this life. It was the dream of the Yi family's second miss, who had stayed in the courtyard for sixteen years.

While she was in the dream, she gradually fell. Suddenly, a clear sound of fighting could be heard, disrupting her lover's afternoon nap.

She opened her eyes in a daze. Before she could figure out what had happened, a few masked men had already rushed in front of her and surrounded her. One of the men who seemed to be the leader said in a hoarse voice, "There's a palace maid here. Take her as a hostage!

The woman started, then realized that the hostage they were talking about was herself.

She did not want to be the cannon fodder in an unfathomable battle. Although, in many movies, a small figure like her, who did not have much influence over the country or the people, was usually the material for being the cannon fodder …

Even though she didn't have much interest in life, she still didn't want to die.

Such a warm sun and wind, such a life, even if it did not do anything, it was still worth reminiscing about, wasn't it?

Her lover was not someone who was too lazy to even forget about survival.

So she was running.

The people behind ran after her, but she was too slow and was overtaken within a few steps. The sharp blade almost sliced past her ear as her lover shuddered in fear. He cried out in fear before hugging his head and squatting down.

However, the icy cold blade that she expected didn't slash down, and what entered her ears was the sound of two sword strikes colliding.

Her lover released her hand that was covering her eyes and looked up at the man holding the sword who appeared out of thin air. The sunlight was so intense that it enveloped the man in a halo of light. As far as the eye could see, it was only a bright patch. It was impossible to see his face, nor could it see his appearance.

"Are you okay?" A voice as clear as the sun.

The woman shook her head and slowly stood up.

The person smiled at her from within the light and asked, "Do you believe me?"

She wanted to say 'I don't believe', but she couldn't be bothered to resolve the situation. She could only look at him with a pure look and heavily nodded her head: "I do." When she said this word, her eyes blinked vigorously to express her sincerity and determination.

The person smiled again and held her hand, saying softly, "Then close your eyes."

This request was not too excessive. The servant quickly closed her eyes. The sudden darkness caused her to nervously clench the other party's hand.

Then the man moved, flying, spinning with his lover's feet, now forward, now backward, now left, now right, and all the man could hear was the clatter of weapons all around him, and in his ears was the whirring of sharp weapons, and she closed her eyes tight, not daring to peek, and the man who held her was like a butterfly through a flower, dodging danger again and again, occasionally hugging her waist, holding her low, or holding her high — between life and death, the man thought of the Latin dance for no apparent reason.

She felt like a dancer.

Not long after, the noise stopped, replaced by the murmur of the breeze blowing through the flowers.

"You can open your eyes now." Ear, he said with a smile.

Only then did she carefully open a crack and look around her. There seemed to be no one else holding a knife and a gun. She then boldly opened her big eyes: the people who had besieged them were all lying on the ground, groaning and groaning in pain.

"Ugh …" Her lover thought for a moment and sighed, then said sincerely, "Huang Feihong has reincarnated."

"Who is Huang Feihong?" The man had let go and turned to look at her with interest.

She quickly shook her head and smiled foolishly. Then, she turned her head to look at the man who had 'danced' with her.

The moment she saw who it was, she almost blurted out the three words' He Lan Xue '. But as the sunlight shone, she retracted those three words.

That person and He Lan Xue did indeed look very similar, but upon closer inspection, they didn't look like each other at all.

Although they were similar in appearance, when placed on Helan Xue's face, they looked like peach blossoms from three months ago. It was so bright that it was blinding. The person in front of him was like an unsheathed treasured sword. It was similarly dazzling, but it wasn't because of the beauty, but because of the dense murderous aura on his body and the heroic spirit outlined in the firm and clear outline.

"Which palace are you from?" The man put his sword back into its scabbard and laughed.

Before she could reply, rapid footsteps could be heard again. Two teams of palace guards rushed over. When they saw the person, they prostrated themselves on the ground and said fearfully, "We did not do our job well. We have troubled the great general."

"Indeed, he deserves to be punished!" The person who was still smiling a moment ago suddenly darkened his face. Even the person standing beside him could feel the deep pressure exuding from his body. If the news of these clowns rampaging about could spread, wouldn't the foreign countries be making fun of the fact that there is no one in the Sky Dynasty?! "

Everyone was even more terrified as their heads were lowered. They didn't dare to look at him.

"Forget it, it's your first time. This time, this general will not pursue the matter any further. Take them down there and interrogate them." That person stopped after seeing this. He did not make things difficult for the other party. That oppressive aura from the peak of Mount Tai also disappeared completely after those words were uttered.

Her lover finally let out a breath.

The rest of the people retreated as if they had received amnesty, bringing with them the scoundrels who had been beaten badly.

"Why are you still here? Don't you need to return to the palace?" When all the guards had retreated, the man turned his head and saw his wife still standing there. He narrowed his eyes and asked curiously, "Were you lazy just now?"

Compared to the great general that had frightened everyone, his current appearance was truly like a completely different person.

His wife thought about it seriously and replied, "To be precise, if you don't have a mission to complete, you can't be considered lazy. At most, I'm lazy, not lazy. "

That person was stunned for a moment before laughing out loud. As he laughed, he asked, "You are definitely not someone from the palace. Who are you?"

"I am my lover. Who are you?" asked the lover naturally.

"I'm He Lan Qin." The man answered seriously.