A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

Wu Gu took the water and gulped it down, finally relieving her dry and itchy throat. She looked at Xiao Sanlang gratefully and said, "Much better, Brother Sanlang, eat quickly, I have to go back to the countryside later!"

"Okay! I'll take you there! Hurry up!" Xiao Sanlang said without hesitation. Wu Gu felt happy but a little nervous, and whispered, "I can't ride a horse!"

"I'll teach you!" Xiao Sanlang said in a firm tone.

"Yeah!" Wu Gu nodded slightly, his heart full of anticipation.

The mourning hall of Qingxin Cottage was quiet, with only the flickering candlelight inside. Outside the mourning hall, the night was as dark as ink, with stars dotted everywhere.

The weak candlelight seemed to be the soul of the deceased telling something. The seven girls who went to fetch water for the prince never came back. The next morning, seven basins were floating in the Daning Lake of Qi Tian Xiaohan Mansion. The basins were swaying gently on the water, as if telling a sad story.

The lake was sparkling, reflecting the sky and the sorrow in people's hearts. The weeping willows by the lake swayed gently in the breeze, as if sighing for the lost lives.

The sky was just getting light, and the gentle morning light slowly enveloped the earth like a veil. The faint light seemed to be there and not there, covering everything with a dreamlike halo. At this time, the air was still filled with the remaining moist breath of the night, and it seemed that you could touch the cool water vapor. The faint mist lingered among the flowers and plants, like a light veil, curling and lingering, as if covering the whole world with a mysterious veil. The flowers and plants were looming in the mist, and the crystal dew on the leaves looked like dazzling gems, flickering faintly in the morning light.

Xiao Sizhe and Sikong Yan were sleeping peacefully in the room. The room was filled with a peaceful atmosphere, and the sound of their breathing echoed gently in the air.

Suddenly, I heard Shui Qinglian knocking on the door. The sound was particularly clear in the quiet morning, like the sound of a drum, beating on my heart again and again.

"Zhuzhi, Xiao Sizha!" Shui Qinglian's voice was filled with a hint of urgency, and that urgency was like ripples on the surface of a calm lake, instantly breaking the tranquility.

The two of them sat up from the bed instantly, their faces still showing the confusion of just being woken up. Xiao Sizhe was sleepy, his eyes were half open and half closed, and his eyes were full of confusion. His hair was a little messy, and a few strands of hair were scattered randomly on his forehead, shaking slightly with his movements.

He rubbed his eyes and said, "Come in!" His voice was full of sleepiness and a hint of displeasure at being disturbed.

Shui Qinglian pushed open the door and slowly walked into the room. His footsteps were very light, as if he was afraid of disturbing the quiet morning.

Every step he took seemed to be carefully protecting something. The corners of his clothes fluttered gently with his movements, as if telling of his inner anxiety.

After entering, he walked straight to the table and sat down, his expression solemn. His brows were slightly furrowed, as if he was troubled. "We seem to have forgotten something yesterday!" His voice was low and full of deep worry.

"Are you talking about Yu Zhu and the others?" Sikong Yan asked while rubbing his eyes and frowning. There was a hint of doubt in his eyes, and his hair was a little messy, obviously not fully awake yet. His fingers gently rubbed his temples, as if trying to drive away the remaining sleepiness.

Xiao Sizhe yawned, lay down again, and said lazily: "Didn't they get stinked away? They left yesterday without even saying goodbye!"

There was a hint of dissatisfaction in his tone, as if he was angry at Yu Zhu and the others for leaving without saying goodbye. His body was slightly curled up, like a lazy cat.

"The mourning hall is still smelly! How can they leave when their mission is not yet completed? In short, they disappeared out of thin air in this mansion." Shui Qinglian frowned slightly, his eyes full of worry. His eyes fell on the distance, as if he was thinking about something.

"Seven living people! How is it possible that they disappeared out of thin air!" Xiao Sizhe sat up again with a surprised expression on his face.

His eyes were wide open, full of disbelief, and his mouth was slightly open, as if he was too shocked by the news to speak.

"So this is father's purpose! Let's think of a countermeasure!" Sikong Yan touched his forehead, looking worried.

He was filled with worry, knowing that Emperor Yuxuan's move was for ulterior motives and wanted to alienate him from the court officials. His fingers tapped the tabletop lightly, making a rhythmic sound.

Xiao Sizhe said, "Don't worry about it, just pretend you don't know! This is obviously the emperor's plan! Go to sleep!" There was a hint of helplessness in his tone, as if he was annoyed by Emperor Yuxuan's plan. He lay down again, pulled the quilt over himself, and turned his back to them.

Shui Qinglian looked at Xiao Sizha helplessly, then stood up and went out. He wanted to refurbish the mourning hall and restore its former solemnity. His steps were a little heavy, and each step was filled with firm determination.

Before breakfast time, Guaguamei's eunuch-like crowing could be heard from the gate of Qitian Xiaohan: "The emperor has arrived, the emperor has arrived!" The sharp and piercing voice broke the tranquility of the early morning. The voice was like a sharp sword, instantly piercing the peaceful atmosphere.

Everyone in the mansion wanted to have a good sleep, and Emperor Yuxuan's arrival was undoubtedly to disturb their sweet dreams. The cries of Guaguamei echoed in the mansion, making people feel irritated. That voice was like a curse, making people unable to rest.

Shui Qinglian had already redecorated the mourning hall. When he heard Guaguamei's cry, he quickly replaced the items in the coffin with new ones.

His movements were swift and skillful, as if he had done it countless times. His fingers moved the objects flexibly, and every movement was precise. His eyes were focused and serious, and his heart was full of tension. His forehead was slightly sweaty, shining in the morning light.

A figure flashed, and Sikong Yan jumped into the coffin like a carp leaping over a dragon's gate. His movements were swift and decisive, without the slightest hesitation.

His body drew a graceful arc in the air, and then landed steadily in the coffin. He put on a mask, and his eyes revealed a hint of determination.

He knew that he had to deal with Emperor Yuxuan's arrival and not let him see any flaws. His fingers gently stroked his cheek, as if to cheer himself up.

Emperor Yuxuan walked into the mansion and saw that there was no one around. He couldn't help but feel a little suspicious. His eyes were sharp and keen, as if he could see through everything.

His eyes scanned the surroundings, looking for a clue. He reached out and sucked down the dazzling red cloth above the Qingxin hut.

He snorted in his heart, "I'll take this red silk off, and see if you can come back. I'll let you be the emperor!"