The big brother everyone loves

Shendu.

In front of the Ancestral Dragon Palace.

The empty hall was deep and dark, and there was a heavy oppressive aura all around.

At this time, a shrill voice unique to the inner attendant suddenly came from outside the hall:

"His Royal Highness King Hui asks to see-

" "Enter."

A deep voice with a hint of majesty sounded from the depths of the hall.

The door of the temple was wide open, and the bright sunlight suddenly poured in, dispelling the gloom in the temple.

Long Shengtai stepped over the threshold of the palace under the leadership of two eunuchs and stepped into it.

Soon, he came to a towering portal, the door of the nebula lingering, like a dream, exuding a simple and solemn atmosphere, inside the door is the Qin Emperor's retreat, Xingshu Pavilion.

"Brother has seen Your Majesty."

Outside the door, Long Shengtai bowed slightly and saluted inside.

"Let's be flat."

The familiar and majestic voice came out of the door again, making it difficult to hear the specific emotion.

Long Shengtai stood up straight after hearing this, bowed his head respectfully and said:

"Your Majesty, in two months it will be the ancestor worship ceremony of the Great Qin Imperial Family, today Taichang Siqing reported this matter to his ministers, and now everything is ready, Chen Taichang hopes to know whether His Majesty will come to the ceremony at that time?"

The words fell, and there was silence in the Star Pavilion for a long time.

It took a long time before I heard the majestic male voice sound again, revealing a thick tiredness.

"I won't go to the ancestor worship ceremony, and you will be solely responsible for this matter."

When Long Shengtai heard this, a flash of worry flashed in his eyes, but he still responded to the matter immediately.

"Brother obeys."

Boom——!

The door of the Star Pavilion opened automatically, and when the light and clouds were swirling, a colorful jade bell floated out from inside.

The jade bell is engraved with mysterious and cumbersome inscriptions, which looks magnificent and abnormal, and exudes a sacred and far-reaching majestic power between the mist and circulation.

It is the treasure of the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty - Jiuhe Dingyun Bell.

The Jiuhe Dingyun Bell carries the most holy and noble, strongest and greatest luck of the empire.

Long Shengtai's heart froze, and he immediately carefully stretched out his hands to catch the jade bell and put it into a special storage bag

, and at this time, the voice of Qin Emperor Long Shengkong sounded in the Star Pivot Pavilion.

"On the ceremony, all the princes and princesses can ring the Jiuhe Dingyun bell once, in addition, Long Yun'er, the lord of Baoxi County, and Li Xi, the Marquis of Anping, are also qualified to ring the bell once to inherit the luck of the Immortal Dynasty."

The words are ethereal, but they contain an irrefutable absolute will.

As soon as these words came out, Long Shengtai's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face showed disbelief.

Long Yun'er is okay, after all, she is a member of the royal family, and she is still the object of the royal family's key training, and it makes sense for the emperor to bestow luck under his grace.

But he never expected that Long Shengkong would let Li Xi also inherit his luck.

The luck of the Immortal Dynasty is the foundation of the Great Qin, and since ancient times, the Great Qin Immortal Dynasty has never had a precedent for outsiders to knock on the jade bell and obtain luck.

Even if it is a concubine, he will not want to touch the slightest, let alone a true inheritance of a foreign sect.

You must know that Li Xi's marquis title is only honorary, and his main identity is still a disciple of the Wandao Sect, and he has nothing to do with the Qin royal family...

Although his heart was turbulent, thinking that his imperial brother had always said everything and made a character like the constitution, Long Shengtai had no choice but to hold back his doubts, immediately knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said:

"Brother obeys the order."

......

Meanwhile.

Baoxi Palace.

In the splendid hall, two slender women sat side by side, each holding a teacup and sipping tea, chatting freely.

The woman on the left is wearing a black skirt and a crown, with a beautiful appearance and skin as clear as snow, which is Mo Yun'er, the owner of the Baoxi Palace.

Sitting next to her was a good-looking woman in a pink skirt, although her facial features were not as delicate as Mo Yun'er, she also looked pure and sweet, like a girl next door, and she was the true legend of the Wandao Sect.

Since Du Xinqiao lived in the Baoxi Palace, Mo Yun'er's attitude towards her has changed drastically, and she always unconsciously has a certain dependence and trust on her.

In just one month, the sisterhood between the two has heated up rapidly, and they are inseparable on weekdays, as if they have become best friends.

Mo Yun'er and Du Xinqiao's relationship is so close that it even faintly surpasses Yuan Xiying.

"Your Royal Highness Yun'er, Xinqiao has been in your territory for many days, it's time to return to the Wandao Sect, otherwise the master and Senior Sister Xu may worry about me again."

Du Xinqiao put down the teacup and said with a chuckle.

Hearing that she was leaving, a touch of reluctance flashed in Mo Yun'er's beautiful eyes, and she said softly:

"I have already reported safety to Senior Brother Li and Senior Sister Xu for you, why should you go?" Stay a little longer.

"Your Highness's kindness has been skillfully received, but this time I have been traveling abroad for too long, as a true disciple, I am afraid that it will cause criticism if I do not return to the sect for a long time."

Du Xinqiao smiled lightly and politely refused Mo Yun'er to stay.

Hearing this, Mo Yun'er no longer insisted, but sighed, and said with some loss:

"Okay, when do you plan to return to the sect?"

"Hmm... Let's go in three days.

Du Xinqiao thought for a moment, and then said with a serious face, "Before that, can Your Highness take me to Ningyue Palace?" "

You want to go to the Moon Condensing Palace?"

Mo Yun'er was stunned when she heard this, "What are you doing there?"

Du Xinqiao smiled:

"Your Royal Highness has a life-saving grace for Xinqiao, Princess Hanyue is Her Royal Highness's mother, so I should go to see Aunt Long."

Mo Yun'er was stunned, then nodded and agreed:

"Okay, tomorrow I will go to my mother's place to say goodbye, and I will take you with me then."

Then, she said solemnly,

"When you return to the sect." I'll send someone to escort you on a ride, so that there won't be any more accidents, especially those demons from the Hehuan Sect, maybe they are still hitting your attention.

Hearing this, Du Xinqiaoqiao's face showed gratitude, and she sincerely thanked her:

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Thinking that she was calculating the other party, Du Xinqiao was very guilty, and just as she wanted to say a few words to remind her, she suddenly looked dizzy, as if she was controlled by something, and her delicate body collapsed uncontrollably.

Seeing this, Mo Yun'er's pretty face changed slightly, and she hurriedly supported her:

"Skillful? Clever? What happened to you?

It's a pity that no matter how she shouted, Du Xinqiao still stood still, like a sculpture.

After a moment of astonishment, Mo Yun'er suddenly stood up, took Du Xinqiao and hurriedly walked to the dresser, and took out a mirror from the secret compartment at the bottom.

This mirror is black, diamond-shaped, palm-sized, carved with many flowers, birds, insects and fish, lifelike, the frame is cast of black jade, the mirror is like an abyss, with a light and elegant glow.

Brush-she

looked at Du Xinqiao with a solemn expression, and in the next moment, a strange face full of pink lines was reflected in the mirror.

Seeing this scene, Mo Yun'er's heart sank suddenly, and when she looked down, she saw that Du Xinqiao's soul was wrapped with dense pink threads, which looked extremely bewitching.

What is it?

Wrong...... Du Xinqiao has a problem!

I don't know what I thought, Mo Yun'er immediately looked at herself in the mirror, and the picture that appeared in the mirror made her sweat coldly, and her face was as pale as paper.

I saw that on her originally delicate and fair face, several thin pink lines suddenly appeared.

Although the traces are very shallow, and the number is far less than that of Du Xinqiao, these pink threads seem to have spiritual consciousness and are entangled in her spirit, and it is difficult to expel them no matter how she casts a spell.

Mo Yun'er suppressed the horror in her heart, and while injecting mana into the mirror, she pinched the magic trick with her hand.

A moment later, there was a flash of light in the treasure mirror, and a beam of dazzling green light burst out, enveloping her spirit.

Soon, the shallow pink thin lines on Mo Yun'er's soul were completely wiped out by the green mang, turning into wisps of pink smoke and drifting away.

At the same time as the pink thread dissipated, Mo Yun'er suddenly felt refreshed and couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief.

She gasped, her cheeks crimson, her chest rising and falling violently, and her beautiful eyes filled with deep fear.

Then, she repeated her old trick and tried to use the treasure mirror in her hand to help Du Xinqiao expel the pink thread, but because the opponent's technique was too deep, the effect of the mirror was minimal, and under the shock of the soul, the pink thread was entangled even deeper.

In desperation, Mo Yun'er had to give up casting the spell, and secretly wondered:

"Could it be that ... These days, Du Xinqiao has been controlled by some kind of evil magic... Then how did she infect me with evil magic..."

"This imitation of the Qin Emperor Bone Mirror can't help Du Xinqiao recover his senses, if you want to wake her up, you can only use the real Qin Emperor Bone Mirror!"