The Return of the Noble Abandoned Consort

The entrance to the palace was not a place to talk. After a simple negotiation with the big disciple, officials continued to come here. Ji Mingxiu put down the curtain and let the carriage out of the palace.

On the way back, Qiao Wei thinks that if he wants a big disciple, the more he feels that something is wrong: "Made, do you think that what he said is true?"

Ji Mingxiu hugged Xiao Wangshu, who was already asleep in his arms, and said: "Look at him, there should be no lying."

If the big disciple really does not lie, then the matter is really not simple.

Regarding the murderer of the year, they all understood that he was acting on his orders. He was not really behind the scenes. Even without him, Princess Zhaoming would be hurt by other people. The reason why they took him painstakingly was mainly because of him. It can solve the palm of the hand and repair the palm of the hand.

But what did the wizard say?

he died?

Just died a few months ago.

They also started looking for that person a few months ago?

How could it be so smart?

Is it like... deliberately not letting them find it?

Who will do it?

Mu Wangfu?

National Teacher's Hall?

I am afraid I have to ask Fu Xueyan about this problem.

The carriage arrived at Jijia very quickly. Huo Shigong and the master of the church and the carriage of His Highness three arrived early. Several people still did not know that the disciples of the national division had asked them to talk about the conditions, but Ji Mingxiu and Qiao Wei did not intend to look at them. On the way to Fu Xueyan, they will be brought along with them.

The three halls went down halfway, and Wang Shu, who was awake, grabbed and played in vain.

Fu Xueyan's stomach gradually could not be covered. She reduced her outing activities. She stayed in the hospital as much as possible on weekdays. Seeing Qiao Wei and his party came over, wearing a loose button-up gauze, looming the belly.

Qiao Wei first told Fu Xueyan about the result of the duel with the National Teacher's Hall. For such a result, several people were not surprised. After all, everyone had seen the big bow last night, so that a few people were surprised by the big disciple. The news, he did not mention the secret of stealing his master’s life in order to redeem his master’s life. The murderer who was burned to death at home was somewhat suspicious.

"Hey, isn't he a master of martial arts? How could he be burned to death at home? He doesn't know how to escape?" The master said sharply.

Qiao Wei nodded and said with a certainty: "The person who has trained Jiuyang in the ninth place is by no means a leisurely person. He can't help him." This fire is awkward. He was killed."

It’s a bit outrageous to die early, not to die at night, but when they start looking for secrets.

"Will it be the king's palace?" Qiao Wei asked.

Fu Xueyan slowly shook his head: "I am unlikely. That person is the master of Mu Qiuyang. Mu Qiuyang always respects him. He has no children. He also wants Mu Qiuyang to be like himself. Mu Wang is also very important to him. I also hope that he will pass all of Jiuyangzhang to his son. I don’t think that before Mu Qiuyang learned all the Jiuyangzhang, Muwangfu would send someone to deal with him."

The ancients respected the teacher and were far better than the modern people. Master was almost the second father in their eyes. From this point of view, the Muwangfu really did not make such a deceit.

From the perspective of interests, Mu Qiuyang’s Jiuyangzhang has not yet reached the ninth weight. His master still has the value of his use, and Mu Wangfu will not easily let him go wrong.

The master of the church blinked: "Is it the national teacher's temple? Will it be that the group of stinkers know that we have caught Mu Qiuyang, and that the master of the palace is admiring Qiuyang's master to change him. Did the master of Qiuyang kill?"

This speculation is not unreasonable. The group of deceased thieves of the National Teacher's Hall, even the deadly sinister things can be cultivated. What evil things are they unable to do?

However, the National Teacher’s Palace did the same, and it was tantamount to tearing the face openly with the Muwang Palace. The National Teacher’s Temple was busy with the Ji family. It was so stupid. Before he settled on the Ji family, he gave himself a strong enemy in the night. ?

After thinking, Qiao Wei touched his chin with suspicion, and his eyes swept away. Seeing that Ji Mingxiu had not spoken since coming in, he kept thinking about something and could not help but ask: "Do you think of anything?"

Ji Mingxiu said: "I am thinking about the sky."

Qiao Wei asked strangely: "How come you suddenly think of him? Do you suspect that he killed Mu Qiuyang's master?"

Ji Mingxiu faintly shook his head: "I haven't been able to take care of this matter. I am just thinking about who he is. Is it the king's palace, or the National Teacher's Hall? If it is any of them, this night. Luo Gongran visited, he should also appear."

Qiao Wei squinted thoughtfully: "He had previously caught Jingyun to redeem Mu Qiuyang, and I thought that he was the person of Muwangfu. It seems that it is not?"

Ji Mingxiu said: "You can still remember when you went to buy Dansha, the sky and the king are also buying Dansha? I checked it afterwards. The king needs Dansha because it is suddenly sick, and Rong told the king, she Need Fengxue Dansha to heal. Wang Wang is to allow to buy Dansha, then what about the sky? What is he for?"

Qiao Wei quickly grasped something: "In order to prevent us from getting Dansha! In order to let us lose to the National Teacher's Temple! He is secretly helping the National Teacher's Temple! But he is not the person of the National Teacher's Hall. It is really strange."

Ji Mingxiu meditated: "He is not helping the National Teacher's Temple. He is giving us a scorpion. The person he has to deal with has always been us. He used to take away Jingyun to redeem Mu Qiuyang. Yang, just to let us have one less chip to contain the king's palace."

Qiao Wei asked both hands: "He wants to deal with us, will the master of Mu Qiuyang also kill him?"

Ji Mingxiu did not answer, but suddenly looked at the opposite Fu Xueyan: "What does Fu girl think?"

Fu Xueyan gently took a sip of tea and coveted: "I don't know."

Qiao Wei said: "Don't think about this. Isn't Hai 13 going to the night? Let him check the death of Master Master Qiu Qiuyang and see if he can find any clues."

The teacher did not like the big brother to see Fu Xueyan's kind of eyes, and quickly said: "Yes, yes, the most urgent task is to get the secret print, I don't know if the little wizard succeeded!"

......

Changhuan Temple, the autumn wind is rustling.

The Xiongnu envoys who were still singing and dancing last night, today is surprisingly quiet, not for anything else, but for the night defeated the big beam, this time singing and dancing, it is inevitable that people feel that they have some gloating, even though they are really gloating.

Who made the night Luo people use them at the beginning? They can always have a sigh of relief in their hearts, and they are defeated at night. They are simply going to break.

Just, my heart is happy, and the low face is still low-key.

The big disciple entered the Changhuan Hall and walked into the main courtyard where they lived. Several patrolling disciples came forward and greeted him: "Master!"

The disciple’s look was as usual, and he said to several people: "I only went outside to buy some wound medicine. How is Master?"

A disciple said: "When you return to the master's brother, Master's situation in the elderly is not very good. The doctors of the girders have come and gave some medicine to treat internal injuries."

"What about medicine?" asked the disciple.

The disciple replied: "In the kitchen, just squatting, it will take a while to be good."

The big disciple said: "I am going to pick up the medicine. You are keeping the hospital. Without my instructions, no one is allowed to come in."

"Yes!"

Several people gave way to the big disciples. The big disciple went to the kitchen. When a bowl of soup was made, it was a matter of day and night. He poured the soup into the bowl, and every small dregs went clean. Then, I used the tray to carry the medicine bowl to the house of the national division.

He slammed: "Master, it is me, I am coming in."

There was no response inside the house.

He gently pushed open the door, and a faint golden sore smell came.

The girders' doctors are just like this. They don't dare to give people the medicine of the tiger and wolf. They use Wenfang, but the situation of the national teacher is a little bit of gold sore medicine that can be rubbed?

I am afraid that it is a curative effect on this bowl of healing soup.

"Master." The big disciple came to the bed and looked at the unconscious teacher of the bed. He put down the bowl and helped the national teacher up. "Master, take medicine."

One day, the national teacher seems to be ten years old. His face is pale and indifferent. He did not hear him. He almost did not respond when he was taking the medicine. It was very difficult to feed half a spoonful of medicine and half it.

After a bowl of medicine was fed, the big disciple was sweating all over.

The national teacher’s clothes could not help but sprinkle a few drops of medicine. In fact, it would be fine to wipe it, but the big disciple still insisted on changing his dry clothes.

"Master."

The big disciple screamed softly.

The national teacher fell asleep weakly.

The big disciple gave him a horn and gently walked to the closet and placed his hand on a large mahogany box.

His heart jumped up, and for the sake of guilty conscience, even his breathing was disordered.

He looked back at the national teacher and saw that the national teacher still slept deep, and then he boldly opened the box.

There was a pile of clothes in the box, and another box under the clothes, and the box opened again, it was a silver plaque.

The silver scorpion was locked, but he knew where the key was.

He crept to the bed, took a key from the pillow of the National Teacher, and opened a silver plaque.

There are a few tips on the **** in the silver plaque. He counts them one by one. There are a total of nine, one and one heavy, which should be the nine heavy nine palms.

He put the secret on the table, spread out the white paper, and began to copy.

Hey!

There was a loud voice outside the door.

The big disciple was so frightened that his pen tip smashed out and made a long mark on the secret.

He calmed his mind and asked, "What is it?"

The person outside the door said: "Master, dinner is good."

The younger disciple said in a normal tone: "You should eat first, and I will come over with Master."

"Yes, Master."

The people outside the door are gone.

The younger disciple breathed a long sigh of relief, rubbed the cold sweat on his forehead with his sleeves, and looked at the secret that had been smashed for half a day, and frowned!

He burned the secret of the copy and took out a new piece of white paper.

I thought this time I was able to accomplish it. I know that I just wrote a word and there was a sigh of wind under the gallery.

The martial arts intuition told him that someone is coming!

He couldn't take it, and he put the secrets back into the silver scorpion in a hurry. For too much flustered, a page of secrets floated down and floated under the table.

He went to kneel and the man had already arrived at the door and began to push the door.

He jumped his eyebrows and closed the scorpion and stuffed it back into the box!

A cold and cold breath slowly entered through the cracks in the door panel.

He stood in front of the national teacher's bed for a few seconds, looking at the direction of the door with a burning look, but I don't know why, before the door was completely pushed open, he ghostly hid under the bed!

The door opened, and a cool moonlight slanted on the floor. From the perspective of the big disciple, it happened to be able to see a shadow that fell on the ground, but only for a moment, the door closed again.

The man slowly walked over to the bed, his footsteps were very light. When a person's internal strength reached a certain level, his steps would be quieter than ordinary people.

The big disciple wanted to see who the other party was, but only saw the hem of the cloak, the hem almost hanging on the ground, even the shoes were covered.

Under the strong scent of medicine, there seems to be a pleasant fragrance floating, faint, not really real.

The man stopped in front of the bed.

The big disciple did not know that the other party was an enemy or a friend, and quietly touched the dagger at the waist.

However, he waited for a long time under the bed and did not wait for the other party to kill.

The other party just stood quietly in front of the bed, it seems to be looking at the national division, and it seems to be looking at the whole room.

After a long while, the man spoke slowly: "Hey, I am helping you with your heart and mind, you actually lost, I told you that Jijia is not so good to deal with it?"

The big disciple heard it is a glimpse.

The man then spoke up: "If you lose, you will be defeated. Even the **** bow will be paid. You are really worthy of your division."

The big disciple's brow wrinkled, and the **** moon bow was really replaced by the Ji family? !

The man said again: "If you said it well, if you win, I will not intervene in your grievances with Ji's family; but if you lose, the secret of the secret is returned to me, I am going to take the rubbing."

After that, the man left the bed and came to the closet.

The big disciple heard the sound of the box and the silver scorpion being opened.

At this time, the disciples swept away and saw a **** under the table.

His heart, instantly mentioned the eyes of the blind!

"Hey? How come one less?" The man groaned.

This secret is complete. If one less is missing, it can only show that it has been moved.

The number of people who can move the national division is no more than three in the whole world. In today’s Changhuan Hall, there is only one big disciple left.

The big disciple shook in fear.

The man walked over to the bed step by step. I don’t know if it was a guilty conscience. The big disciple always felt that he was going to be discovered. At this time, a disciple’s voice was heard outside the door: “Master, 丞The lady asked to see, she said to come to the Master to treat the injury!"

The man’s steps stopped, and he snorted coldly, slammed the secret, offered a red dragonfly, opened the window, and jumped out.

......

When Qiao Wei came to the house of the National Teacher, the man had already disappeared without a shadow, and even a trace of aroma left in the air was blown away by the night wind.

The big disciple greeted Qiao Wei: "Have you come to my master to cure the wound?"

Qiao Wei put the medicine chest on the table: "How is it possible? I came to see if you have something to do, I am afraid that it will change later."

The big disciple did not speak.

Qiao Wei looked at him not very well, his face was a sinking: "I won't be told by me? Really didn't get it?"

The disciple cleared his throat: "It’s the hand to get it, it’s..."

"What happened?" Qiao Wei looked at him coldly.

"Not all of them." The big disciple said silently, and handed the only remaining page to Qiao Wei.

Qiao Wei took a look at his hand and said: "Although I don't understand Night Luowen, is this too small? Are you sure that all the secrets are on this piece of paper?"

"I have all got it, but..." The disciple wants to stop and say, this kind of thing should not be said to an outsider, but it can be related to the life of the country. He still bluntly said the things of the genius.

Qiao Wei is not calm: "Your master still has accomplices?!"

"You don't want to talk so hard, the man didn't do anything, just reminded me that Master Ji family is not good to deal with." Fearing that Qiao Wei chased this sly, didn't breathe in one breath, then went down Said, "The man took all the **** in the donkey, leaving only the eighth."

Qiao Wei is not so easy to be led by his nose: "Nothing is done, you don't believe it yourself!"

The disciple cleared his throat and said, "Do you say that this page is useful to you?"

They have six secrets in their hands, and they are seven or nine. This page is strictly speaking that they need it.

The disciples watched the words and said: "Is it useful? Then...this will be when I pay the deposit? You give me time, I will give you the rest of the secrets."

It is good that he can chase after nature, but after all, it is a girders, and Ji’s family may be able to catch up faster.

Qiao Wei asked: "What does that person look like? What is the name of the surname, what are the characteristics?"

The big disciple thought for a moment: "The appearance is not clear, and the identity is not very clear. I only know that the voice of the person is somewhat male and female, and the weapon is a red dragonfly."

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Have been so happy for so many days, let's walk the story properly!