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"Also," said the doctor after hesitating for a moment, "I dare to ask your lord, how old was the victim when his spirit root was burned?"

Zhao Yan said: "Should be...almost a hundred years old."

The medical practitioners were stunned again, and some of them couldn't help whispering.

Zhao Yan vaguely realized that it was unusual, and asked hoarsely, "What's wrong?"

The doctor hurriedly replied: "It's not wrong, I just feel surprised, how can a young spirit creature who has just turned a hundred years old and has not yet transformed its spirit bear the pain of burning a spirit, let alone burning a spirit lamp?" Ancient gods."

"It is a miracle that the victim survived."

The rest of the medical practitioners also nodded in agreement.

"Yes, it stands to reason that at such a young age and cultivation level, even if the body is not destroyed, the soul will be destroyed."

"It's really hard..."

After everyone recovered from the noisy discussions, it turned out that there was no sign of the new king in the palace.

Zhaoyan came to Huifeng Hall.

Ming Yuan was instructing the palace people to clean the courtyard, when he saw Zhaoyan Xuanyi Moguan appearing at the gate of the palace, he hurriedly knelt down and saluted.

Ever since the little fox moved to the Dawn Palace, the Huifeng Palace was almost deserted, except for Ming Yuan, the head of the palace, and a few palace people who stayed in the palace, few other people set foot there.

Today, the new king came suddenly, and did not take the cloud car, did not take the driving, obviously it was a whim.

"You are busy with your work, I will go in and have a look."

Zhao Yan said something expressionless, passed the crowd, and walked in alone.

Ming Yuan saw that it was the direction of the sleeping hall, pondered for a moment, and ordered the palace people to go to the back hall to clean first, so as not to disturb the new king.

It has been unoccupied for a long time, and there is a thin layer of fly ash floating on the door of the bedroom.

Zhao Yan pushed the door open and entered, the first thing that caught his eyes was a food box placed on a round table, and then the bed curtain with the curtain closed and a big red brocade quilt inside.For a moment, all the pictures engraved deep in my heart poured into my mind like sea water.

Sometimes the young man was wearing a bright red wedding dress, sitting obediently in the tent waiting for him; sometimes the young man was holding a whip in his hand, kneeling unsteadily at the foot of the steps, no matter how much he teased him, he refused to pay attention to him; It was another picture of the little thing clinging to his neck, narrowing its eyes slightly, with the tails of its eyes slightly raised, obediently waiting for him to feed it.For a while, he turned into a small thing holding a food box in his arms, walked in from outside the Qinzheng Hall against the light, walked to the imperial case, opened the food box, took out a steaming bowl of black chicken soup with both hands, and put it in his hands. The scene in front of you.The green green onion swayed with the noodle soup, reflecting the little thing's wet black eyes and jade-like skin, as well as his slightly vigilant eyes looking at him quietly.

These past images interweave, overlap, and move in front of the eyes like a horse-watching flower, and finally they are combined into one, the rainstorm night, Da Vincent, the little thing pointed at him with a knife, the black eyes washed by the rain are as cold as jade, and the Tao is almost ruthless. :"No."

"Just treat it... as a dream."

The heart that had been numb all the way since he came out of the Demon Locking Terrace suddenly woke up at this moment. Waves of dull pain pierced through his heart like sharp arrows, shattering the calmness and self-control he had built up over hundreds of years. .

Zhaoyan's eyes darkened, and he stretched out his hand to hold the desk. For a moment, emotions of remorse, heartache, and sourness surged up, like a flood blocked in the gate, suffocating in his chest, violently hitting his internal organs, Limbs and limbs also violently hit his pride, his conceit, and his arrogance, which made his throat blocked, his eyes stingy, and his heart ached to the point of shattering.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized soberly that he was the one who was really tempted, he was the one who blindly took and plundered, and he couldn't do without that little thing.It was because he ignored too much, missed too much, and the separation between them was not only the deep blood feud from the previous generation, but also a chasm that could not be crossed or filled by force.

It made him feel panicked and powerless.

If he had paid more attention when the little thing had a fever and passed out, curled up in the bed curtain and babbling nonsense, would those bloody truths have been revealed long ago.If he had been more patient and tolerant towards that little thing, the outcome of the matter would have been completely different.

If... the soft moon spirit armor hadn't fallen into his hands by accident, that little thing might not have been harmed by the burning spirit lamp at all.

It was supposed to be his birthday present.

That little thing never owed him anything.It was he who owed him.

"Your Majesty."

Ming Yuan's cautious voice suddenly sounded outside.

Zhaoyan calmed down, and asked hoarsely, "What's the matter?"

Ming Yuan said in a respectful voice: "When Young Master Changling moved away, he left a few pots of spirit grass in Huifeng Palace. The palace people didn't know how to plant them, and the slaves were worried that they would spoil the good things, so I came here to ask you about it." For an opinion, should it be sent to the head of the flower garden, or should it be handed over to the medical officer of the Imperial Hospital? Yesterday, Chief Zhang of the Imperial Hospital came to ask for it."

Zhaoyan suddenly remembered that after ordering the little thing to move into the Dawn Palace, the little thing seemed to be soft and stubborn to ask him for some spiritual herbs, but he was worried that the little thing would steal the spiritual fruit again, and his stomach would be damaged, so he didn't agree , but ordered the steward to place all kinds of snacks in the hall for the little things to eat.

Afterwards, the little thing didn't mention it again.

"No need."

Zhao Yan said: "Put it at my lord's place."

Ming Yuan was taken aback for a moment, because when Yin Zhu came to Huifeng Hall to move bedding and daily necessities for the little fox, he asked how to deal with these pots of spiritual herbs. On behalf of the majesty of the king, let him dispose of it at will on the grounds that it is not appropriate to place things that attract insects and mud like spirit grass.

After all, it is the little fox's favorite thing, Ming Yuan took care of it, and did not throw it away directly, but let the palace servants take care of it.It wasn't until the palace people came to report that one of the pots of spiritual grass had withered signs that Ming Yuan didn't dare to make a claim, so he ventured to ask Zhao Yan for his opinion.

In this way, if something goes wrong in the future, or if the little fox pursues it, he can deal with it calmly.

Worried that Xinjun would be impatient with such trivial matters, he also specially thought of two solutions. After all, Zhang Yuanqiao, Zhang Yuanshou, coveted the few pots of spirit grass planted by the little fox for a long time, and handed them over to the Tai Hospital. Not a bad place to go.

Ming Yuan never expected that Zhao Yan would deal with it like this.

"Yes, this servant will send someone to the Dawn Palace..."

"Just give it to me directly."

Ming Yuan was startled again, and the respectful voice should be yes.

**

Because of the customs clearance document stolen by Zhu Meng, Chang Ling and his party were able to avoid all eyes and ears in Tianhuan City and leave the city in a low-key manner.The carriage is an ordinary blue-covered carriage, and the spirit beast driving it is also the most common low-level unicorn in Xianzhou.

Not far from Tianhuan City, Chang Ling ordered to rest temporarily at a tea shed by the roadside.

Both Shi Shi and Tang Yue felt strange, Chang Ling said simply: "Waiting for a friend."

friend?

Shi Shi and Tang Yue looked at each other, greatly puzzled.This little young master's friend who came out of nowhere and no shop behind.Zhu Meng wanted to lose his temper violently. After being stared at by Chang Ling, his scalp became numb and he said, "You, why are you looking at me like this."

Chang Ling just looked at him coldly.

Zhu Meng broke down: "Okay, okay, go if you like, I won't go anyway, don't blame me if someone finds out."

There were only a few passers-by resting in the tea shed. The boss saw a young man in a cloak coming out of the carriage in front of him. He looked so noble and refined that he thought it was a young man from a wealthy family who came out to play. He immediately greeted Chang Ling and his party. Let him into the tea shed, and picked up the cleanest table and chairs.

"The tea is simple, don't dislike it, young master."

It is rare to meet such distinguished guests. The boss personally wiped the table three or four times until the entire surface was shiny, then lifted the teapot himself, and poured three full bowls of tea for the three of them.In the end, he stood aside again, nervously staring at Chang Ling's movements.

Chang Ling took a sip from the tea bowl, tilted his head and said, "It tastes good."

The boy's eyes are as beautiful as stars, which is not to be profaned.

"Hey! The young master feels good, so let's drink a few more bowls." The boss smiled, and immediately went to work happily.

The three of them sat around a table and drank some tea. Tangyue saw that Chang Ling had been staring down at the tea in the bowl without any anxiety, so she couldn't help asking: "Excuse me for being stupid, what the young master just mentioned friend is?"

Chang Ling didn't answer right away, but pointed outside and said, "Here we are."

Tangyue looked up, and she saw a person and a rider parked outside the tea shed with smoke and dust on their heads. The whole face was completely covered by the bamboo hat on their heads, except for a thin chin.

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