The tyrant has a white moonlight

Lu Chao didn't say anything, Ji Xiao stayed in the west wing, and the warm pavilion in the west wing did live up to its name, it was sultry in summer, but warm in winter.

Although there is no earth dragon here, it is enough to burn a charcoal basin.

Contrary to Ji Xiao's imagination, the palace people here are very polite to him.As soon as he came, he quickly tidied up a clean room for him, replaced the bedding and curtains with new ones, added silver bone charcoal to the charcoal basin, and the lunch delivered was still the same as before.

Chu Yu walked around the pile of dishes on the table, couldn't help laughing and said: "It seems that the emperor still cares about the little master, you see, the specifications of these things are the highest Yes, without His Majesty's instruction, these palace people may not know how to perfuse us."

He has long put himself in the same camp as Ji Xiao, and he also has a sense of honor and disgrace for these trivial matters.

Chu Yu's thoughts were shallow, but Haitang understood in her heart that since Ji Xiao could come back from the dead and escape from the imperial city without a sound, how could he value the status in the palace and the emperor's favor? Woolen cloth?

Before Haitang could open her mouth, Chu Yu continued: "I see that His Majesty's treatment of that person was just a whim. Yesterday, although the two had a long talk all night, His Majesty was not seen sharing the bed with him. It was the most unruly thing." It's just holding hands, what is this?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Shao Yao suddenly appeared at the door.

Shaoyao stepped in, still respectfully saluted Ji Xiao first, and then said to the two of Haitang angrily: "Why did you disappear as soon as Master Wei came back? Don't forget that we are still Those who serve in the side hall, no one cleans the courtyard, and no one waits for Master Ji to eat... If you follow the palace rules, you will be fined for a month's salary, but Master Ji is generous, so I just let me invite you two back home , it doesn’t count.”

"In the past, the palace was so leisurely, how come it's busy today?" Chu Yu said unconvinced, "Besides, isn't that master a fairy? Just raise your hand to do whatever you want, where is it?" Do you need to use us mortals?"

Shao Yao glared at him, and said sharply: "There are rules in the palace, Master Ji is someone your majesty values ​​now, if you are not convinced, then go reason with the emperor with me!"

Ying Huo walked in amidst the quarrel, as if no one was there, Ji Xiao was still interested in listening to the two people's quarrel, but after seeing him, she calmed down and pretended to be displeased: "Shut up."

The two fell silent immediately.

"Chuyu, Haitang, you two can go back, I don't need you to serve me here."

When he said this, there was some consolation in his tone, and it was obvious that people could see that he was partial to these two people in his heart.

The childish Chu Yu was patted down, and became obedient, and said to Ji Xiao reluctantly: "Little master, the slave and Sister Haitang will come to see you when they are free, you have to be good..."

Ji Xiao gently waved at them: "Well, let's go."

Since no one could see Yinghuo except Ji Xiao, he sat down beside Ji Xiao boldly, then half grabbed the hot tea in Ji Xiao's hand, drank it all in one gulp, and then spoke.

"I just came back from Si Ming, and I heard from Shaohao that you have returned to the palace again." Ying Huo calmed down and said again, "I said that you are willing to go back, and I think you have a bottom line in your heart, what about him? Let me come in and see you."

Yingzhuo has been running here and there for these two people these days, and she has spent all her time thinking about it. If she hadn't been born with a fairy body, she would probably have a few blisters on her mouth by now.

"Then how is he now? Has he returned to Beijing?"

"I have already returned to the mansion. When I went, he was still negotiating with some old men who looked like officials. He was plotting to bring down the emperor who accepted your love." Ying Huo paused, and said again, "I took a look around and there are many emperor's eyes in his house. If I hadn't used some tricks, I'm afraid Shaohao, a fool, would be assassinated by the emperor's shadow guards tonight."

Ji Xiao was not surprised by this, and said honestly: "Shaohao is indeed a little ignorant of world affairs, but he was born as a young master, so there is no need to be too cautious in his actions, and he has no desire to be defensive."

Yinghuo turned her head and looked at him: "Let's not talk about him, let's talk about you."

"Shaohao told me that after you left the palace, another impostor came to the palace, have you seen it?"

"I've seen it before," Ji Xiao said unhurriedly, "it's not Wang Jixiao, but that appearance...is exactly the same as I used to, and even the behavior has traces of deliberate imitation."

"That's it," Yingzhuo gently put down the teacup, "I also felt strange when I heard about it, thinking that if that person is just disguised, since the emperor can set up the restriction of the dark prison, he won't be caught by this. Little tricks to deceive. So I took the phantom of you and Wang Jixiao to find clues in the monster and ghost tribes."

Yingzhuo poured another cup of tea for herself: "Guess what? Sure enough, some of the monster clan said they knew him, and the butterfly monster said it was a pear flower monster named Yingli. Immortal, the evil spirit is already very weak, and with the body of a half-immortal suppressing it, it is indeed not difficult to deceive the emperor."

"Pear Blossom Demon?" Ji Xiao's gaze wandered, and finally fell on the softly falling snow outside the house, "No wonder."

Yinghuo: "Do you know where he came from?"

Ji Xiao has already confirmed the seven or eight points: "If you know my appearance and behavior so well, and also understand my relationship with Alai, then it can only be the one I raised in the courtyard before."

"It's good for you to have a clear mind," Yingzhuo hooked his neck casually, and then whispered in his ear, "Also, I worked hard on Si Ming for a long time before I pried it out of his mouth." ——He said that he once made a fortune teller for you, and there is a solution to this situation."

"Why?" Ji Xiao leaned close to him.

"Killing Lu Chao," Yinghuo said, "not just physically, but physically and spiritually."

Ji Xiao's pupils narrowed slightly, and he blurted out, "But I've tried it, he's very vigilant, and he's a weapon spirit, he can absolutely suppress people and monsters who are weaker than him, and ordinary sharp weapons can only hurt his flesh. , can’t hurt him at all.”

Ying Huo stuck to Ji Xiao's ear and said softly: "It's okay, Shaohao and I will figure it out for you, as long as you don't use your divine power to touch your fate, you can do other things freely..."

As soon as he finished speaking, a man in a dark purple brocade robe appeared at the door, the man's eyes glanced over Ji Xiao, but stopped on Ying Huo.

With a gloomy face, Lu Chao approached step by step: "Who is he?"

These words were obviously addressed to Ji Xiao.

The moment Yinghuo met Lu Chao's gaze, she was a little dazed, and it took a while to realize that the emperor in this world was not an ordinary person, he was a weapon spirit that had been cultivated for nearly a thousand years, and it was normal to be able to see himself.

He tilted his head to meet Ji Xiao's eyes, and the other party gave him a look to signal - go quickly.

"Let's go." Yinghuo patted his shoulder lightly, and then disappeared out of thin air in front of the two of them.

"Why is Your Majesty here?"

"Going out of the palace, you don't even know the rules?" Lu Chao said in a deep voice, "Now that I see a widow, I don't even have the slightest intention to salute."

Ji Xiao sat on the same spot without moving, and said, "Please sit down, Your Majesty."

Lu Chao sat down amidst his unhurried voice, and the folding fan fell on the table, knocking lightly: "If the widow doesn't come, how can I see you flirting with wild men outside?"

Answered the first question he asked.

"..." Ji Xiao put the porcelain cup that Yingzhuo drank back into the wooden tray, and said slowly, "Didn't Your Majesty also find a new love? Having a new love but still taking care of the old love, Your Majesty is too greedy." .”

Lu Chao's gaze was gloomy, but there was a smile on his face, and that smile made people unconsciously creepy: "Don't drag it on other people—the widow will ask you again, who is he?"

Before Ji Xiao could answer, he said again: "Is it the savior who rescued you from the palace? Is it the fairy that the dead fox said? Or where did you come from?"

The excuse that came to the mouth stopped at the throat, and soon fell back into the stomach, and Ji Xiao blurted out: "It's all."

"You don't even want to lie anymore," Lu Chao was still smiling, but his fingers tightened tightly on the folding fan, "Wang Jixiao, how many things do you have to deceive the widow?"

Ji Xiao looked at Lu Chao, and Lu Chao could feel that there was some imperceptible disappointment in those eyes that seemed to be transparent but bottomless.

Lu Chao felt that it was ridicule and contempt. Just being looked at by such eyes made him feel extremely irritated.

"Who gave you the guts to look at me like this?" The folding fan in Lu Chao's hand flicked uncontrollably, and the wooden tray on the table fell to the ground, and the tea set in the tray shattered.

"The widow will ask you one last time, who was that just now? When did you meet? What are your plans?"

Ji Xiao glanced down at the ceramic shards all over the floor, and suddenly smiled: "If I don't want to talk about it, can Your Majesty open my heart and have a look?"

Lu Chao's face was uncertain, his knuckles turned white while holding the folding fan, and he was desperately trying to restrain his urge to kill.

Lu Chao really wanted to tear out the eyeballs of this disgustingly hard-spoken person in front of him, and crush his whole body...to turn him into a bloody corpse, and he could only lie obediently in his arms.

But he couldn't bear it.

"Open your heart? Your blood is too dirty, no one will touch it," Lu Chaoqiang sneered, holding his face, "You are right, why bother with the old love when you have a new love."

He paused, then paused again and said: "He looks much more like you, Wang Jixiao."