Be Modest, My Master of Imperial Guards

When she woke up from her sleep, Gu Yunyao opened her eyes leisurely.

The room full of flowing light is like strands of gold, jumping and flowing quietly in front of the eyes, the shadows are beautiful, overlapping and falling on the snow-white wall, the color temperature.

However, the woman's heart is always filled with cold wind and snow.

When she got out of bed lightly, Gu Yunyao was wearing a long fur and pushed open the door of the main hall blankly.

Zhao An stood by the corridor, seeing the master walking out silently, his lips moved, and a word in his throat, his face was surprised.

Gu Yunyao's ethereal eyes moved away from Zhao An, if a body without a soul, he staggered down the jade steps and cast his gaze straight to the courtyard.

The scale of Jingyang Palace is not small, the architectural style is exquisite, and the carved beams and paintings are unique.

The several magnolia trees in the courtyard are expensive, and when the flowering period is up, they will bloom with white flowers with big mouths in different poses.

Go around a row of willows and follow the winding road to the outer court.

There is a white jade pavilion next to a small artificial lake and a pond, with rockery and rugged rocks. In the daytime, under the sunlight, the pool water glowed with colorful scales, decorating the colored glaze palace like a fairyland, making people happy when they saw it.

It is said that the former owner of the Jingyang Palace was the Lan clan, the most favored concubine of the first emperor of Da Yi, and the relationship between the Lan clan and Dongchang admiral Leng Qingtang is still unclear to Gu Yunyao.

Zhao An stared closely at the woman in the middle of the courtyard under the corridor, always feeling that the light and slender figure of the back seemed to be enveloped by a gas of murder, so gloomy and terrifying, forming a strong contrast with the exquisite pavilions around him. .

The wind blows slowly, bringing a long song of silk and bamboo in the distance, and the sandalwood is melodious, opening the door temporarily like a different world.

Qiu Yi Lie Lie flew around, Gu Yunyao squinted and asked herself:

"Where is the music?"

Zhao An put his hands together and lowered his eyebrows:

"Back to the master, that is Yongning Palace doing things."

"Haha, sister Xu is free, but this palace... is suffering in the world..."

The cool laughter was washed away in the wind, and it was like a ghostly indulgence, which made people fearful.

Zhao An gasped, his back tightened in vain.

Eyelashes trembled, he quickly lowered his head, his heart shook, and asked:

"Master, what's the matter in your heart?"

The woman's figure was fixed, and she was silent for a moment.

Zhao An's red eyes stared at the cold and treacherous back, and he spoke:

"The minion is worried about you, and the minion doesn't want you to wrong yourself. You have buried something in your heart, can't you even say to the minion?"

"Zhao An, this palace wants to raise the Seventh Prince..."

After a long while, the woman finally responded to him, looking up at the clear sky, her eyes were bright, her tone definitely seemed to have been thought through:

"No matter what method is used, this palace must raise the seventh prince and treat him like his own life. This is the only way for this palace to seek salvation and compensate sister Xu."

...

Yongning Palace, Waiyuan, a large-scale ritual is in progress.

The chimes rang and the fireworks burst into flames. Lei Huan, dressed in a mysterious robe and holding a blue frost sword, waved freely in front of the incense table, humming and chattering in his mouth, seemingly crazy.

Emperor Xiao took a seat on the other side of the Chaoshou Veranda, every inch of the muscles on his yellow face was tight, and he stared at every move of the Taoist priest without turning his eyes.

The sky suddenly turned overcast, and in an instant thick clouds piled up, thunder was faint, and it rolled closer...

Four Elephant House.

The green smoke curls in the copper furnace, and the two handsome men on the left and right corner of the square table are enthusiastically facing Yi. In the quiet space, the figures are blue and red, with colorful colors and sharp contrasts.

The operation of the annual spring banquet is the chief of the ceremonies, and now the time is approaching, and Leng Qingtang is allowed to enter the palace to prepare. At the moment when he was busy, he quietly met with Yu Xuanji while everyone was participating in the ritual in Yongning Palace.

Heizi landed on the chessboard, and Leng Qingtang spoke slowly:

"This time, you are a little impatient..."

He knows the skills of the national teacher, and he knows that Wan Yuyao is inseparable from the evil self.

The opposite man’s lips curled lightly, and his jade fingers flicked back and forth in the chess set. A few bead and rock collisions sounded delicate and pleasant:

"Otherwise, how could Lei Huan show up? The surface of the palace looks calm, but the tide is surging. Pang Dao heard that Wan Yuyao fell ill this time, and Empress Qian immediately helped the newcomer in the harem Yigu the power of the East Palace. Jie Yu."

Leng Qingtang stared at the intricate black and white chess pieces on the chessboard in a daze. He smiled appreciatively and responded:

"It's no use cultivating anyone. Everything will end on the evening of the spring banquet, will it?"

The eyelid provoked and smiled at the opposing man, and the two had a tacit understanding.

Yu Xuanji threw down Baizi, and the conversation turned around:

"There will eventually be a fierce battle to bring down the Wan clan in southern Xinjiang. Although the Guangxi Lang Army is unofficially armed, but the barbarians are brave and brave, the combat effectiveness may be unimaginable."

Leng Qingtang's eyes were sharp, and smiled calmly and said:

"A few days ago, Dongchang Tiqi intercepted a secret letter from Min Rui to the emperor. The letter mentioned the construction of Weihaiwangxiantai. When asked about the current pregnancy situation of Concubine Yu, it was Min Xing's thought. "

Yu Xuanji held his forehead and sighed slightly:

"It's also a pitiful person. My parents are far away in Guiping, and I don't know that my daughter has been calculated in the palace. But this should be retribution. Min Rui was also credited with assisting the prince in persecuting the first emperor. Now the karma is due to Yu Fei. Body."

Leng Qingtang moved the sunspot between her fingers leisurely with her eyes dazzling, smiling cunningly:

"Therefore, the governor imitated Yu Fei's handwriting and returned a letter to Min Guogong."

Yu Xuanji's eyes narrowed and narrow, a treacherous color passed across her eyes, and she looked at Leng Qingtang in awe:

"This plan is very clever! If Min Rui is chosen against the water, with the strength of the Dongqing Marine Division, how can it be a problem for the Langjun who travels south to deal with Manli? As far as Pang Dao knows, the Southwest Army is now commanding the General Plagiarism Ye Fu Ye Zilong, he was cast as a general under Min Rui in his early years."

Leng Qingtang nodded in agreement:

"This nepotism is the reason why the Governor thought of using Min Guogong..."

The change suddenly interrupted the two of them, Yu Xuanji seemed to feel something, his face changed drastically, "Huo" got up.

"what happened?"

Leng Qingtang heard the thunder outside the Dao Lu and walked out quickly following Yu Xuanji, looking shocked for a while.

I saw the black clouds above the Dao Lu surging with strangeness, lowering from the air, as if to swallow all the small Sixiang Lu.

Lightning struck down one after another, and the red light shone like blood, and the scene was terrifying and shocking.

Yu Xuanji's eyes are gloomy, and he complains to the sky:

"It's just a trick... Brother He, if you walk through the back door, they will soon be chasing."

Leng Qingtang frowned and wondered:

"what are you saying?"

Yu Xuanji returned to the house without turning his head, grabbing the five-color rice with both hands, and quickly arranging it on the incense table while explaining to Leng Qingtang:

"Lei Huan has seen through the poor Dao and secretly calculated Wan Yuyao. When he brings someone here, he will never see you here. Goodbye to you and me at the spring banquet.

Leng Qingtang was stunned and looked at Yu Xuanji for a moment with a solemn expression:

"Okay, take care, don't have anything to do, remember that you still have your wishes unfinished, and you have to find sister Xiaoruo."

Yu Xuanji's movements were stagnant, his eyes gleaming, without saying anything, he continued to make gestures on the incense case.

His lips squirmed, and his pupils were bright in the middle of his chanting. Yu Xuanji grabbed a handful of incense from the copper stove and poured it into the five-color rice pattern.

A beam of blue light was strong and powerful, and the moment it was earned from the center of the pattern, it rushed towards the Xiao Han.

The man looked up, Leng Che's eyes seemed to have penetrating power, he could reach the clouds in the sky through the dome of Daolu, his ears were pricked, and he quietly listened to the sound of the wind and thunder above his head like a fierce confrontation between the two armies.

After a moment, all things returned to peace.

His complexion was blue and white, and a mouthful of blood sprayed on the case.

Dao Tong's eyes trembled and held Yu Xuanji, and suddenly saw a large red on his chest.

Peeling off his shirt, Dao Tong let out a scream of "Ah", his mouth opened for a long time and couldn't close.

A blood hole in the mouth of a cup appeared on the man's exquisite and white chest. The wounds looked as if a large piece of flesh was smashed away by a knife. The bright red liquid surging out continuously and faintly saw bones.

"Xianzhang, this, this..."

Dao Tong rushed out of his veil to plug it up, his eyebrows trembled and his eyes were red.

Yu Xuanji's left fist was clenched, and his whole body twitched and bowed into prawns in pain. The index finger of his right hand was dipped in blood and circled on the yellow paper, and then the yellow paper was pasted on the blood hole.

Hushing and panting, Yu Xuanji said to the boy with his head sweating:

"Pan Dao invokes Yin Talisman to draw the soul into a disaster, this time is a scourge. You quickly clean up the mess, and you won't let people see the flaws later."

When Lei Huan followed Emperor Xiao, Shenlehou and others into the Sixiang House, he was stunned by the scene in front of him.

The man in the red lotus clothes sat quietly on the futon, his indifferent and detached face was bluish-white, and his hand was carving a knife and the other hand was carving something.

Feibo fluttered at the end of his eyes, and seeing the emperor Xiao brought someone, the delicate-faced man curled his lips and smiled like water, making the Emperor's Heart Lake a little chaotic.

"The emperor, the poor Dao met with courtesy."

Yu Xuanji dropped the things in both hands, and slenderly got up to make a gesture to the emperor.

Emperor Xiao flushed immediately, standing still feeling a little embarrassed.

How to say that Yu Xuanji, as a national teacher, is a Taoist practitioner with Lei Huan.

Right now, the Yongning Palace used Lei Huan to do things without knowing Yuxuanji, and then led people into the Daolu. It seemed difficult to make sense of reason.

The man's voice was as clear as jade grind, falling into Lei Huan's ears, making his pupils wide open.

This person's voice is indeed the same as the one who broke in the Swift Tower that day.

The emperor turned his eyes and looked around, then cleared his throat and said:

"Xuan Ji, I brought a person over to meet you. If you go out in the same way, you should be sympathetic to each other and have nothing to do with the truth, right?"

After talking, step sideways, finger Lei Huan:

"This Taoist master studied under Tianyanmen, and his surname is Lei Minghuan. Lei Daochang, this is the head of Pengxianguan in the capital, Yu Xuanji, the national teacher of the dynasty."

"Hehe, Yuxian's long-standing reputation has spread far and wide, and the poor Dao has been admired for a long time in Yingguo. It is a blessing for the poor Dao to see the true face of the immortal."

"Lei Daoist chief does not need to belittle himself. Daoist masters have made plans across the ocean, and Xuan Ji is ashamed of his persistent hardship."

The two greeted each other.

As he bowed, Lei Huan sniffed quietly, and his keen sense of smell instantly smelled the herbal smell and **** smell that was cautiously covered by the sandalwood incense on the man.

With ointment wrapped around his body, it can be seen that he is indeed injured!

What Lei Huan did just now was an extremely powerful killing array.

The soul-attractor who manipulates the ghost will suffer disasters from the Heavenly Scourge. Lei Huan knows this way well, and he only cast the spell to give him a fatal blow when he is weakened by the Heavenly Scourge.

Right now, this Xianyi man has wounds, and it can be seen that he is the one who led the concubine Xu's soul into Yongning Palace to cause trouble!

The moment Lei Huan's eyes looked at each other coldly, he squinted and moved closer to the man with his pale lips as paper, and smiled meaningfully:

"Dare to ask the immortal long, but the body is sick recently? Pang Dao smelled it, you seem to have the air of ointment."

"What is Taoist talking about?"

Yu Xuanji's smile gradually faded, her eyes overflowing with chill.

Lei Huan's sharp eyes stared at the handsome face of the man with an improper color, his voice was cold, and the words sounded clearly:

"Pan Dao and Immortal Chang see it at once. Watching you lose blood on your face, I am afraid that you will be hurt!"

The chest was suddenly pulled by a big hand, and a bright yellow pouch lightly fell on the feet.

Yu Xuanji groaned slightly dissatisfied, leaned over to pick it up, and slapped the dust lovingly in his hand.

"this is……"

Emperor Xiao was delighted when he saw the exquisite embroidery of the dragon and cloud pattern on the pouch.

Yuxuanji's eyes flew to the emperor with a gleam of light, a little ambiguous with a smile:

"How did the emperor forget that this was the gift you gave to the poor Dao when the Pengxian Guan opened during the Shangyuan Festival last year. Now that the startling sting has passed, the poor Dao put some herbs into the bag for the purpose of preventing insects."

While speaking, the mouth of the bag was open, the fragrance of grass was permeated, and the brown and yellow colors were shown in front of everyone.

Lei Huan looked nervous, but didn't want to let it go easily.

Just waiting to speak, the man in the red fairy clothes held the carved wooden sign in his hand to offer to the emperor, with respectful eyebrows, he whispered:

"The emperor, the imperial concubine has been in ill health for many days, and a piece of peach wood was specially made to ward off evil in order to do its best. It only needs to be hung under the lintel of the main hall of Yongning Palace. The empress has a healthy body."

The emperor lowered his eyes to pick it up, but even the man's wide sleeves slid down, revealing his left wrist wrapped in a bandage, with blood oozing out.

The emperor was surprised: "The national teacher was injured?"

Yuxuanji has a light smile pattern:

"I also blame Poor Dao's eagerness for work. He was only sculpting runes so hard that his wrist was scratched by a knife. Bandaging one or two does not matter. At present, Poor Dao's biggest wish is for her empress to be in peace, and whether the harem is extremely peaceful."

"The national teacher is really interested."

The emperor was moved by his heart, and he held the man's hands and patted it twice, looking at him softly for a moment.

Indeed, this handsome and beautiful man had given him his body a long time ago, and was obedient to him as an emperor.

How could he do something that is obsessed with the mind, and follow Lei Huan's thoughts and doubt it to the head of the national teacher?

"emperor……"

Lei Huan saw the emperor's doubts, what else to say. The emperor turned around fiercely, his eyes glared irritably, and the next moment he held a mahogany sign, his face was dull and he came out of Dao Lu.

Wan Li stared coldly at the handsome man in immortal clothes, snorted angrily, winked at Lei Huan, and followed him in honor of the emperor.

The pain in his body deepened, and Yu Xuanji finally had difficulty supporting him and bent down, pressing his hands on his chest and groaning uncontrollably.

...

Leng Qingtang rushed to the school training ground, and saw Gu Yunxi holding an embroidered spring knife in his hand, dancing wantonly on the empty yellow ground.

The blade is sharp, "huhu" whirls and hung in the wind, reflecting the rustling smoke and dust, like a big shiny silver net, densely covering the sky.

The girl's purple figure was gathered in the giant net, and her clothes flew across the light curtain, slightly blurred in the overlapping and staggered shadows of the swords.

Leng Qingtang watched her face calmly, and her deep gaze followed the girl's flamboyant and flamboyant posture.

Seeing the girl's moves suddenly change, the huge net all over the sky quickly gathered into a light, like a dragon waving its tail, crashing into the fan flag fluttering in the wind 100 meters away.

"Crack! Boom‐‐"

After the sound cracked, the flagpoles lay down in a row, where the earth and rocks collapsed, and the ground trembled.

The girl accepted, wheezing and panting.

Suddenly, the brilliance of heaven and earth was converging.

The cold aroma gradually approached, and the governor's footsteps gently stopped behind him.

"Girl..."

His voice was low and distressed, seeing her trembling shoulders violently, he couldn't help reaching out, desperate to touch her weakness.

She has been wielding a knife like this for a few days, and she has been worried about the murder of Concubine Xu. She would rather bury her grief and anger in her heart to vent alone, but refuse to pour half of her pain and hatred on him.

The girl knew that the governor had come but did not turn around. The voice from the sky trembled and threw it, with a sound and a sentence, as if a heavy projectile hit his heart, smashing the fiery and soft land. Blood dripping:

"Supervisor, you are not wrong, no further explanation is needed. I have been in the palace, and I know the unpredictable and treacherous waves in the palace.

It is a bottomless and dirty quagmire, where everyone and everything is intertwined, and the implications are very wide.

Some people are born to be safe and innocent, but in the end they are wronged and punish the nine clans. Some people are full of blood, but we can't touch her for the sake of the overall situation. "

"Almost, that moment is almost here!"

The voice was sorrowful, shattering Leng Qingtang's heart of being late.

He hurriedly took a few mouthfuls, no matter how hard he could bear, he approached and straightened her with a low growl, making her face to himself.

For a while, the man was stunned.

He thought she was crying with her shoulders shrugging, but at this moment, he clearly saw a face that was determinedly calm.

Leng Qingtang saw the silence and hatred in the pair of clear eyes like iron, but did not see a trace of cowardice and withdrawal.

Leng Qingtang suddenly realized that the girl had really grown up, and that the young grass that was carefully cared for by him in the past has grown into a towering tree, strong enough to stand alone, which made him gratified.

Gu Yunxi raised his eyes to look at the man, with long eyelashes, his cold face was like a pool of ice, and his solemn expression was indescribable:

"Supervisor, it is Dongchang's turn to counterattack, the time to overthrow Wan clan and Chao Gang to reorganize Xue Xiyi's hatred is finally here!"

(The third volume of Xiyi hates the end)

The final scroll will be released soon