Your Highness, want to run after flirting?

The next day, Su Danchen woke up early, clamoring to go to the General's Mansion to help his Uncle Yin prepare for tomorrow's wedding.

Lan Ziqing couldn't resist him, so she had to get up and wait for him to wash and dress.

While straightening his collar, he listened to the man talking excitedly in his ear.

There was a gentle smile on his lips.

"It's a pity that the ten emperor brother has gone somewhere, otherwise he would be very happy to learn that Uncle Yin is about to get married."

While Su Danchen was talking, he unconsciously mentioned Su Qizhi who had disappeared, and a look of regret appeared on Yinglang's face.

Lan Ziqing paused for straightening his collar, and pursed her lips tightly seeing his expectant and happy look.

Slowly put down his hand, a bit of bleakness appeared between the elegant eyebrows.

Su Danchen didn't realize it. The joy of Yin Ting's upcoming marriage made him quickly forget the regret that Su Qizhi was not in Xunyang. He turned his head to look at Lan Ziqing, blinked his bright and moist peach blossom eyes, and said "Ziqing, are you really not going with me?"

Lan Ziqing nodded lightly with a smile, and said softly: "I still have official duties."

"In that case, I will not force Ziqing."

She hugged him, pecked him on the lips, and then left.

Lan Ziqing watched the blue shadow go away with a smile on his lips.

Little by little.

Thirty miles west of Xunyang City is a famous wasteland.

The wasteland is covered by endless weeds, and there are countless lonely graves hidden in the deep and messy weeds.

The cemetery has a radius of [-] miles and is deserted, except for an old house standing alone beside the cemetery.

A long rusty lock hangs symbolically on the mossy wooden door.

Faint human voices floated from the quiet and eerie old house.

"Master, this subordinate has introduced Emperor Yang to see that portrait."

The speaker was a young man about sixteen or seventeen years old.

It's clearly the boy in the general's mansion, four or six.

Then there was a deep and cold voice.

"very good."

Sitting in the half-open hall, the man in black clothes with gold hooks, his face was hidden under the silver unicorn mask, and he couldn't see what he looked like. Under the mask, only the beautifully curved thin lips and a pair of very unusual golden pupils were exposed. It was so cold that there was no warmth, and the hostility in the eyes was like the shadow of a sword, light and sword.

He raised his hand and slowly poured a glass of wine, the mellow aroma of the wine poured down the water, and the fragrance instantly filled the hall.

"Xiaoxuan's family hides fine wine, but they don't know about it, they should be punished."

Finish a glass slowly.

It was just a simple joke, but Si Liu was terrified when he heard it, and said cautiously: "Master, this wine is a gift from Young Master Yue. The Dharma Protector was going to give it to Master, but it was delayed because of something."

The man in black drank a glass of wine, put down his glass, looked up at him, and a low magnetic voice sounded slowly, "Little Siliu protects Xiaoxuan like this, it's not in vain for him to dig you out from the pile of dead people."

The golden eyes narrowed half dangerously, and the eyes were full of hostility.

Si Liu's heart skipped a beat, he quickly knelt down and said, "This subordinate is talkative!"

I feel regretful in my heart, who doesn't know that the master is moody, ruthless, and I really don't know how to live or die when I talk too much in front of him.

Fortunately, within half a minute, there was a low magnetic sound from above.

"Get up."

Siliu Chong breathed a sigh of relief, wiped the fine sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, carefully raised his eyes to see the man in gold black clothes and a unicorn mask in front of him, and said cautiously: "Master, there is news from Tianxia City, Wei Lijue Trespassing into the forbidden area of ​​the city has already been wounded by the formation in the forbidden area."

The man in black stopped pouring the wine, and an unknown emotion flashed in his golden eyes.

"Where is he now?"

"Rescued...by a man in black with strong martial arts..."

Siliu said cautiously.

When the man in black heard this, a piece of ice froze in his golden eyes, and his voice became a little colder.

"Useless waste, Tianxia City is a place where others can come and go whenever they want."

Seeing the anger in his eyes clearly, Siliu changed his expression in fright, knelt on the ground again with a "plop", "City Lord calm down"

Thinking that he was angry because of Wei Lijue's escape, he hurriedly said: "Master, although the former prince escaped from the forbidden area, he was injured by the formation left over from ancient times, and even if he is not dead, he will be seriously injured."

There was a silence above.

After four to six half-tones, I couldn't wait for a response, and I felt strange.

Lifting his eyes cautiously, he saw the man in gold and black clothes drooping and wondering what he was thinking. The unicorn mask hid his face, making it difficult for people to see sorrow and joy, but Siliu vaguely sensed that the master seemed...not Happy.

The man in black pondered for a while, but said something that made people puzzled.

"Let someone investigate the man who rescued Wei Lijue."

Squinting his golden eyes, he added: "Be sure to investigate thoroughly."

After Si Liu heard this, he felt strange, Wei Lijue was seriously injured, now is the right time to arrest him, but the master didn't say a word, but asked someone to search for the mysterious man who rescued him.

After hesitating for a moment, he said, "Master, Wei Lijue has not yet escaped from the city, and the troops in the city have been strengthened, and the city has been closed for arrest. Do you want to send more people?"

"No need."

The man in black vetoed in a deep voice.

"Order Tianxia City to open the city gates, withdraw all troops, and let people out of the city."

Hearing this, Si Liu felt even more strange, and was about to ask, but when the words came to his lips, he stopped them abruptly.

There must be a reason for the master to let people out of the city. I really don't know what to do if I am so talkative.

Sticking out his tongue, he was about to say goodbye when there was a sound of soft footsteps outside the door.

The sound of footsteps was deliberately suppressed, as light as stepping on

Cotton is average, ordinary people can't tell the difference at all, only martial arts practitioners with sharp ears and eyes can detect it at the first time.

The man in black was also aware of it, hooked his lips, and said playfully: "A good guest has come."

The person who came was dressed in Tsing Yi, with picturesque features.

It was none other than Yang Guo's Prime Minister, Lan Ziqing.

It turned out that yesterday he noticed that the soles of Si Liu's feet were stained with red mud that was unique to the cemetery thirty miles south of the city, and he was suspicious, so he came here today to check.

The weeds are all over the sky, and the cold wind is whistling.

The wild grass is desolate and there is no one inhabited in the surroundings, except for a small family house standing quietly beside a cemetery.

The house looked old, and it suddenly appeared in the wilderness, which was indescribably weird.

What kind of master's family would set up a home in the cemetery.

Lan Ziqing was curious about this house. After knocking on the door for a long time, there was no answer. He also saw that the rusty iron lock outside the door was just a symbolic lock, not a real lock. After thinking for a moment, he pushed door to enter.

"I'm in Xialan Ziqing, I'm taking a break from the treasure. If there is any disturbance, I hope the master will forgive me."

The air was unusually silent.

Still no answer.

The house was empty and there was no one there.

Is this an abandoned house?

Lan Ziqing walked in lightly, walked along the path paved with cobblestones, and soon came to the end. The end of the cobblestone path led to a half-open hall.

There is no one in the hall, and at first glance, you can see that it is well-furnished.

The tables and chairs inside are made of pear blossom wood. Although this kind of wood is not as expensive as red sandalwood, it is still a kind of high-quality wood. People with a little family background in Xunyang City often choose this wood as their furniture.

However, the pear wood chairs here look a bit old, as if they have been around for some years.

In the main courtyard outside the hall, a flower garden is surrounded by bricks, tiles and fences. There is only one tree planted in the flower garden, which is the fragrant osmanthus tree in golden autumn.

Winter is approaching, and it is the season when all things wither, but this sweet-scented osmanthus tree has been carefully cared for, with luxuriant branches and vitality, which is enough to show the love of the owner.

It seems that this is not an uninhabited deserted house.

Lan Ziqing shook her head and smiled, secretly thinking that it was rude for her to trespass on someone's house.

Turn around to leave.

"squeak--"

At this time, a gray mouse quickly ran past Lan Ziqing's eyes.

The mouse didn't know what kind of spice it was on, its dingy body was full of aroma, and during the running process, it brought a strong aroma.

Treacherously fragrant.

Lan Ziqing smelled this fragrance, and his expression changed instantly.

This fragrance...is different from the one he watched in the Xunhuan Building that day.

When seeing His Highness who was so drunk and unconscious, the smell of wine was exactly the same!

Lan Ziqing frowned, and immediately chased after her.

After the big furry mouse ran out of the hall, it ran in the direction of the back house, and after a while, it disappeared.

Lan Ziqing followed it farther and farther, and finally came to a remote courtyard.

A charred courtyard.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, and the ground was covered with burnt ruins and broken logs.

Half of the rooms in the courtyard were burnt beyond recognition, and the walls were covered with black carbon marks, but the other half was intact, and the outer walls were even meticulously repaired and painted extraordinarily white.

One side of the wall, the strong contrast between black and white, shocks people's sight.

An unusually strong fragrance wafted through the entire yard.

Such a scene was actually indescribably treacherous.

Lan Ziqing was more suspicious, looking at the half-burnt and half-intact bedroom in front of her, narrowed her black eyes, and walked in.

The scene inside the room was the same as the outside, half burnt and half intact.

The burned half of the ground was covered with black charcoal, and the tables and chairs had all been reduced to ashes.

As for the intact half, there is only a bed for adults, and the quilts on the bed are neatly folded.

In addition, several jars of wine were placed in the center of the room.

A strange and unusually mellow aroma of wine came out from it.

Lan Ziqing locked his eyes on the jars of wine, walked over, gently lifted the lid of the wine, and suddenly a strong mellow aroma came to his nostrils, which made him cough lowly, and quickly sealed his mouth.

That's right, when His Highness was sleeping in the Xun Huan Building that day, he drank this kind of wine.

Later, when His Highness woke up, he didn't remember anything. He only thought it was Ying Xuan's design, and never thought of anything else.

Thinking about it now, could it be because of the wine...

Strange how this wine can appear here.

What the hell is this place.

Who is the master of the house?

Lan Ziqing fell into deep thought, the dim light in his dark eyes fluctuated, after a while, he raised his eyes to look at the neat and tidy bed, pursed his lips tightly, and came to the bed.

He opened the quilt and searched it carefully, not letting go of any clues.

Sure enough, three things were found under the pillow.

A jade tablet with strange and complicated patterns, a neatly stacked black robe, and a finely crafted golden lock forged from pure gold.

Lan Ziqing's gaze was attracted by the small characters engraved on the golden lock.

The golden lock with the size of a fist is engraved with the words "Peaceful Years and Years" on one side and words similar to the name on the other side.

Ming Xuan.

"Ming Xuan?"

Lan Ziqing murmured the name once, and suddenly thought of something, and her black eyes brightened.

"Ming Xuan... Ying Xuan."

Is there some kind of connection between these.

Lan Ziqing pondered for a moment, put away the jade plaque and golden lock, put the black robe back on the pillow, and went to the other side of the room.

The other side covered with scorched earth and ash.

Wherever you look, there are all scorched ruins and ruins, obviously after a very serious fire.

The fire will not only burn halfway, obviously the other side has been refurbished by the owner.

But the strange thing is, since it was repaired, why did the owner only repair one side and let the other side be eroded by scorched earth.

"squeak--"

Just now, that mouse came out from nowhere, slipped past Lan Ziqing, and quickly ran behind, never to be seen again.

It turned out that there was a hole in the back of the room, but the sight was blocked by the scorched wall.

Lan Ziqing took a look after her, and gasped in shock.

In the dark and narrow space, there are two dark and gloomy coffins!

The whole coffin is thick, and the coffin lid is tightly nailed, making it impossible to see who is lying in the coffin. The mouse was gnawing on one of the coffin lids at the moment, making "chirp, squeak, squeak" from time to time. Voice.

Rao Lan Ziqing is well-informed, seeing such a weird and dark

The sight of Sen was really startled.

The old house next to the cemetery, the house exudes a strange and fragrant wine, the house in the backyard is half intact and half burned, and the dark coffin is parked in the house.

Everything, intertwined together, has become a confusing mystery.

Lan Ziqing clenched the golden lock forged from pure gold in his hand.

To unravel this mystery, one must learn from the

Hanging" people checked.

A dark shadow flashed through his mind.

He vaguely remembered something, his black eyes lit up, he glanced at the two lifeless coffins, tightly grasped the golden lock in his hand, turned and left.

Siliu stood on the roof tiles, watched the blue shadow go away, turned to look at the man in gold and black clothes with a unicorn mask beside him, and said worriedly: "Master, Lan Ziqing has discovered the secret of the Dharma protector. He..." made a "kill" motion, "silenced."

A low laugh came from beside him.

"Kill him, tomorrow you will come to remove Yin Ting for me?"

He didn't dare to talk four or six times. He saw that the master didn't seem to care about Lan Ziqing's discovery of this place, he hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously: "Master, if Lan Ziqing finds out the identity of the guardian, it will not be good for us."

The black-clothed man next to him gave a "chi" laugh, "It doesn't matter."

The low-alcohol voice is a little more playful.

"The mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind. If the mantis is not aware of it and easily falls into the trap, isn't the oriole boring?"