Fantasy: At the beginning, the saint girl was tricked into joining the Demon Cult!

The complexion is fair, revealing a faint golden color under the light of the lantern.

She pulled out a crimson streamer from the screen, and the silver chains on her bare feet gave out bursts of crispness, and she danced suddenly. The dance was like a dream, and the queen, who was weak and boneless, was like a snake at this moment, free at will twist.

Ye Chen was stunned, holding the teacup in his hand, but forgot to drink it, a tremor spread from the tip of his left finger to his toe, he unconsciously curled up because of the dancing posture, and grabbed the ground deeply.

So wonderful, it really is:

The waist of the willow is light, the tongue of the warbler turns, who is bound by the carefree smoke?

Driving the colorful luan, looking forward to the hibiscus, wishing to be with you every year.

Jumping to the depths, Ye Chen was in a trance, stepped forward and stopped the queen, he said: "Even if the emperor knows your beauty and changes his mind, I don't want to give up."

"My friend, it's getting late, why don't you go to bed?" the queen said.

Ye Chen nodded immediately, hugged the queen, and walked towards Longta in the distance.

Not long after, the sound of the dragon's collapse gradually started, and the moon outside the house was bright, and the night glow was infinitely beautiful.

A few days later, a corpse was brought to Yizhuang in the outer city. Qingluan and Hongluan wore white brocade on their heads, wrapped their waists in plain clothes, and wept.

It turned out that it was Ziluan's body that was sent out, and it was Ye Chen who mediated it.

Jiang Han stood at the gate of Yizhuang, watching the wind for Shuangluan, while Qingluan cried and remained silent, but Hongluan lay on the corpse and cried loudly: "Sister, sisters failed to protect you well, I'm sorry... sorry……"

Her teary eyes were full of tears, and she cried so miserably.

"Let's seal the coffin." Jiang Han said, after all, the corpse was smuggled out of the morgue in the palace, and if the fifth person found out, it would also cause trouble for Ye Chen.

Now that Ye Chen is deeply favored by the Queen, if it brings him trouble, then the two brothers have already lost a channel for news.

In this information-obscured world, any news is precious.

Ye Chen also came, and he said: "Brother, the matter of the eldest princess is unforgivable, even the empress can't do it, it is the matter of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs is under the jurisdiction of the prime minister. The prime minister controls it."

"Could the prime minister be the employer this time?" Jiang Han said.

Shuangluan said that they were just doing things, and someone in the organization asked the three of them to assassinate the concubine Yao.

Assassinating concubines casually is obviously impossible for ordinary Jiang Hu people.

The demon concubine is dead, if the emperor suddenly wakes up, takes charge of the government again, and wants to clean up the sects in the world, won't the people of Jianghu shoot themselves in the foot with a stone?

As long as you are a Jianghu person, you all hope that the current troubled times can continue.

Therefore, the people who are least likely to be employers are people from various sects.

Using the method of exclusion in this way, it is very likely that the officials of the court want to let the majesty of the Dayan Dynasty come to the whole world again.

The prime minister is very likely.

Chapter 225 Fire Butterfly

"Now there is no court meeting. After all, His Majesty has not been to court for more than ten years. Except for occasional sacrificial ceremonies, he has to come. Most of the major events in Tianquan City are handled by the prime minister's cabinet." Ye Chen said, "Now People in the palace say that the prime minister's cabinet will be a small court."

Hearing this, Jiang Han was not too surprised.

He is very familiar with the name of the small court. After all, on the earth, in the history of the Dragon Kingdom, there were many small courts.

For example, in the Three Kingdoms that people are familiar with, Emperor Xian of the Han Dynasty was emptied, and Cao Mengde and his subordinates were a small court, in charge of all affairs in the court.

"It seems that the prime minister is probably the employer." Jiang Han murmured.

But he can't be sure, and it's just speculation now.

If you really want to say who is the employer, you still have to have evidence.

While the two brothers were talking, Qingluan had already taken out a fiery red porcelain bottle. She opened the seal of the porcelain bottle, and immediately a large number of red butterflies appeared inside.

These butterflies floated up with the mouth of the bottle, so magnificent that Jiang Han couldn't help being attracted.

The fire butterfly danced lightly in the Yizhuang, illuminating a large area of ​​coffins around it.

Most of the coffins here are old and unclaimed.

I heard that there used to be some morticians from the corpse sect to help people drive the corpses back to their hometowns, but as the two forces of good and evil became increasingly opposed, the morticians were arrested and killed, so the morticians stopped coming out to drive the corpses , will be dead.

In this way, a vicious cycle, some people who should have returned to their hometowns to be buried in the soil, but in the end they could not go home. The corpses were not claimed for three years, and they would be thrown into the mass graves in the suburbs, where there are no names. .

The old people often say that if life comes to an end, if you can't rest in the ground and have no one to worship, then it will be really miserable.

The fire butterflies around began to rotate around Ziluan's coffin, and suddenly the coffin opened by itself, and the fire butterfly door swarmed up, enveloping Ziluan.

Only one face was shown.

Ziluan is a very cute little girl, with a pretty face and a baby face, and she is less than twenty years old. It is the time when girls are most energetic.

Now that such a young girl has died unexpectedly, it can't help but make people feel regretful.

Ye Chen couldn't help feeling emotional at this moment, because he remembered Wushuang's appearance when he died, maybe because of his emotions, crystals appeared in the corners of his eyes, and he sighed and stopped talking.

After all, Liu Wushuang is still his favorite woman.

blah blah...

The fire butterfly started to burn, and together with the coffin, a large number of fire-colored fragments floated out of the coffin.

Hongluan and Qingluan wept, and the two women kept looking at the pieces.

According to Hongluan, this is the funeral method of some alien races in Yaoguang City, using fire butterflies to burn people's bodies. Legend has it that fire butterflies will carry people's bodies to another world.

Then in that world, people will be resurrected again.

This is similar to some sects that Jiang Han knows, all of which allow people to accept death calmly, not be afraid of death, and cherish the time they are alive.

A butterfly slowly flew towards Jiang Han, and he stretched out his hand to catch the butterfly in his palm.

However, the butterfly quickly landed its wings, and the wings dissipated by themselves, together with the butterfly itself, turned into a piece of ashes.

The wind blows and the ashes are gone.

It was as if the girl Ziluan had never appeared in this world.

Although Jiang Han didn't know Ziluan, he felt a sense of sadness about her leaving.

"Your Highness, let's go back." Hong Luan said, she lowered her head.

Hong Luan, who is usually bouncing around, seemed to be a different person at this moment.

But that's right, if the sisters who grew up together, even if they are not real sisters, suddenly leave, no one will accept it.

Qingluan bowed to Ye Chen: "Thank you, Mr. Ye, for bringing our sister over from the cold morgue. This has fulfilled our wish."

"It's okay, sorry." Ye Chen said, nodding towards Qingluan.

When sending Shuang Luan back, Ye Chen said: "Brother, let's finish the matter in the capital early, I don't like this place very much."

Jiang Han looked at Ye Chen unexpectedly: "How's the Xingjian swordsmanship?"

"You Qiansui personally pointed out to me a few times, and now I have some clues, but I have figured it out in the past few days. Many things should be left to their own accord. After all, haste makes waste." Ye Chen said.

Jiang Han was a little taken aback. He would not be surprised if the phrase "haste but not speed" came from someone else, but it was really unexpected for Ye Chen, who is obsessed with martial arts, to say this sentence. .

"Well, soon..." Jiang Han said.

In the streets of the outer city, the surroundings are bustling with people discussing something.

Several scholars are surrounding a boy who sells newspapers. It seems that today's newspapers are very popular.

Jiang Han also bought a copy in the past, but when he saw the content on the front page today, his body sank suddenly, his eyes widened, and he couldn't believe it!

"Brother, what's the news today?"

"Look." Jiang Han stuffed the newspaper to Ye Chen.

Ye Chen opened his eyes, his eyes rounded: "How could this happen?!"

"Big news, the secret of the relics of the previous dynasty has been cracked. It turns out that the relics of the previous dynasty are in the inner courtyard of the imperial city!"

A few large characters appeared brightly on the front page of the newspaper.

Pairs of ambitious eyes can be seen everywhere on the street.

People from the rivers and lakes almost filled the entire street.

At this time, Yan Wuwei appeared in the distance. It turned out that the shrimp catcher led the team, and there were several other silver medals.

The shrimp catcher saw Jiang Han, and quickly cupped his fists: "His Royal Highness."

"What's the matter with this newspaper?!" Jiang Han raised the newspaper and said.

The shrimp catcher had an ugly expression on his face, he gritted his teeth and said, "A major event has happened. '

"event?"

"Shi Aoyu was seriously injured. Last night, the publishing house was occupied by a group of unidentified people. They pretended to be employees of the newspaper office and produced this newspaper. Now the entire Tianquan City is boiling, and people from all walks of life are clamoring to go to the palace! "The shrimp catcher said.

Jiang Han glanced at Ye Chen, and the two brothers did not hesitate, and directly drove the magic weapon towards the newspaper office.

The shrimp catcher chased after him: "Your Highness! Your Highness, don't fly over the capital, Tianquan City is a no-fly zone! No-fly zone, hello!"

He didn't take two steps, Shuangluan got on the horse immediately, and followed Jiang Han in the sky to catch up.

The fisherman went to chase Shuang Luan again: "You two girls! The capital is exquisite and galloping! Speeding, speeding! Speeding three times will revoke the horse license!"

However, how could human legs compare to horse legs, the four of them disappeared in a blink of an eye.

The shrimp catcher was left holding on to his knees, panting, and he said to a servant beside him, "Where's my horse?"

"My lord, that girl was riding your horse just now!"

"What?! Dare to ride my horse!"

Chapter 226 Suspect of the Third Prince

The newspaper office in Tianquan City was already surrounded by Yan Wuwei.

Jiang Han jumped off the moon golden wheel, while Ye Chen jumped off the big bird that turned into a star in Vientiane. The two of them saw the mess around them, and it was horrible.

The flame of the newspaper office had not been extinguished, and it was burning fiercely at this time.

Several Yanwuwei's water-based spells are trying to put out the fire, but it seems like a drop in the bucket.

Shi Aoyu looked very sluggish on the side. He saw Jiang Han and immediately said, "Your Highness?"

Several Yanwu guards around saw that Jiang Han was going forward, and immediately stopped him, but Shi Aoyu said: "It's my own, let His Royal Highness come here."

"President Shi." Jiang Han squatted down, and it was hard to imagine that this "Shadow Tiger", one of the eight tigers who was also in the realm of perfection, would be so embarrassed.

Shi Aoyu grabbed Jiang Han's hand and said, "Your Highness, the purpose of those rats...is to create this chaos. When I found out yesterday, it was too late. These grandchildren actually..."

"How many newspapers did they print?" Jiang Han said, because the newspaper said that the relic was in the palace, which meant that someone wanted to use the "relic of the previous dynasty" as a gimmick to make trouble in the palace!

Who could this be?

Not long after, a white horse galloped over quickly in the distance, and the bell hanging in front of the horse jingled.

The person who came was Lu Bing. When he saw Shi Aoyu, he immediately got off his horse.

When Shi Aoyu saw Lu Bing, his lips pursed, and his fat body suddenly knelt on the ground: "Commander, the last general will be punished with death!"

"A mere beauty trick can hold you back for an hour? An hour!" Lu Bing said angrily. He put his hand on the saber at his waist, glared at Shi Aoyu, and pulled out this shiny knife the next moment. Big steel knife.

Seeing that Shi Aoyu was about to be killed in the street, Jiang Han stepped forward to organize: "Uncle, calm down! I have new information. This time it must be a plan carefully planned by the enemy. Master Shi is certainly responsible, but he will not die. Besides, even if Master Shi escaped the beauty trick, what about other strategies?"

Jiang Han's words also stabilized Lu Bing a little. He said, "Nephew, have you found anything?"

"Greatly sad." Jiang Han said three words.

As soon as these words came out, Lu Bing's eyes widened.

"Nephew, follow me into the newspaper office to find out." Lu Bing said, he waved the knife, and a knife aura appeared out of thin air, immediately suppressing the fire in the newspaper office.

Such a method also made the people around him click their tongues.

Ye Chen also widened his eyes, thinking that this is the skill of the little grandmaster?

Click.

Lu Bing stepped on the brittle wooden board, and because it was burnt, it shattered when he stepped on it.

He lowered his head and grabbed the ground, and he grasped a movable type into his palm.

However, the movable type quickly shattered, and Lu Bing sighed: "I am afraid that it will take half a month to remake such a set of movable type, my nephew... Those corpses on the Erli Bridge before are yours." Why?"