Queen's Detective

Is there really longevity in this world?

No, that's just a beautiful vision in people's minds after all.

Yin Ting threw the waste prescription in his hand into the bonfire, looked at the blazing flames, and said: "Only by never leaving and never giving up, is the real immortal, and the world of mortals is immortal. However, the immortality of the immortal mountain poisons people's hearts. Your lord , have you ever thought, if one day, when you are old, brother Yan still looks young, or if you are not old yet, brother Yan suddenly has gray hair, what should you do?"

Li Yan smiled, picked up the wine bag and poured a few mouthfuls of burning knives, his heart was burning, but it was hearty, "There is nothing in the world, and mediocrity, even if he is old, he will still be a beauty." Men, they look much better than you."

In fact, Li Yan's appeal has always been simple and has never changed.In the distant Chang'an Imperial Palace, Li Yan asked Yan Sanbai how much fine wine would be needed to cut a catty of peach blossoms?

Yan Sanbai said, three dollars.

Serving wine with peach blossoms, accompanied by beauties, and enjoying the world, this is the life Li Yan wants.

After meeting Yan Sanbai, he was the only beauty in Li Yan's eyes.When they get old in the future, if someone says that Yan Sanbai is not beautiful anymore, the old-boned Li Yan might pick up the bench and fight with them, Li Yan thinks so.

At that time, Yan Sanbai will still look at him with those star-like black eyes, and Li Yan will see his own reflection in those eyes, as if he will live in Yan Sanbai's heart forever.

Yin Ting watched him wandering in his mind, with rare tenderness in his eyes, and couldn't help his teeth aching, "Life is not always as beautiful as imagined, my lord can think about it? If there is any difficulty, why not send Yan Sanbai back?" Give us the Valley of the Medicine King, with me and my father around, he will be safe for the rest of his life. As for you, my lord, maybe there will be groups of concubines in yellow robes in the future, wouldn't it be wonderful?"

"Perhaps what you said is a solution, but..." The brows were raised, and a gleam flashed in Danfeng's eyes, Li Yan said: "Even if you give him a way to pass the sun, I will not let him go alone. He is mine, Even if I tie him up, I have to tie him up and walk the single-plank bridge with me."

Ling Ding on the side curled his lips, look, the prince is actually like this.give up?No, he has actually pretended to be very gracious in order to conceal his desire for exclusiveness.What's more, now that Yan Sanbai and Luo Sha have been equated, if anyone wants to take him away, the prince will definitely go crazy.

That was horrible.

So Lone Ding never worried about the prince changing his mind midway, he was always worried that Yan Sanbai would run away midway.Hey, I also broke my heart.

And the only one in the world who can express this idea so confidently is the prince.

Yin Ting is obviously testing as a natal family member. The correct answer should be - if he doesn't leave me, he won't give up. Look, how affectionate.

But the prince didn't do that, what is gratifying is that Yin Ting actually accepted this statement, as if he was a little satisfied.

Well, that's pretty good too.Thinking of this alone, Lao Huai took a sip of wine in comfort, but was pulled to stick out his tongue, making others laugh.

In February, the goshawk crossed the sky over northern Xinjiang, and the real severe cold came.

The news from Shaolin had already spread, and Qiu Xuzi swept the face of the Tianhua faction with a whisk, forcing the witnesses of the "Yan Sanbai case" to revise their testimony on the spot, admitting that they had never seen it with their own eyes. At that time, the second son of Fang had already died.

Qiu Xuzi just stood there, and he forced people not to tell lies.

Afterwards, Shaolin Temple, Xiling Mountain Villa, Baihuamen, etc. all expressed their belief that Yan Sanbai was not the murderer, and hoped to find out who was behind the scenes as soon as possible.

After all, Fang Tianxiong failed to sit on the position of the leader of the martial arts. Qiu Xuzi had already figured everything out, so he took Nanzhu to the Tianshan faction in advance, and he was the only one in the Tianshan faction. , good conduct, an elder who was in his prime invited out.

The Tianshan faction holds the position of the leader of the martial arts alliance and maintains neutrality. Even if anyone is dissatisfied, they can only smash their teeth and swallow it, temporarily accepting this decision.

Afterwards, the leader of the martial arts alliance immediately issued a hero order, inviting heroes from all over the world to jointly destroy the evil cult thieves.

The battle between good and evil is imminent, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with the frigid northern Xinjiang.The soldiers of the Great Zhou could not adapt to the long-term severe cold weather, and fighting any longer would be tantamount to death.

But the prairie barbarians lost too many troops in this battle, and what they hated the most was that Li Yanshi's plan was out of control. Wherever the Great Zhou army went, it did not harm or rob civilians, nor did it cost money. There were huge piles of marching food and grass, everything that could be taken away was taken away, and everything that could not be taken away was burned.

The severe winter forced the Great Zhou army to retreat, but what was even more sad was the Grassland Royal Court—they should think about how to survive this winter.

In order to fight against Li Yan earlier, they gathered most of the food to supply the army.If they win, they will naturally be able to get it back from Da Zhou several times. The emperor who is far away in Chang'an heard that he loves this nephew very much, so he will definitely exchange him at any cost.

However, the vision is beautiful, and the biting cold wind on the grassland is the reality.

Not long after Li Yan Shi Shiran returned to the pass with the army, the always stubborn and domineering grassland royal court sent a document of surrender, hoping to obtain assistance from the Great Zhou court.

Of course it is impossible for a warlike barbarian to surrender sincerely, and Da Zhou would not simply send food directly, but there is no doubt that Da Zhou can wait, but the other party may not.

In the king's tent on the prairie, the sound of Khan throwing his cup angrily can be heard every day, just like Fang Tianxiong who came down from Mount Song, when he looked back at the majestic mountain range, there was a look of evil in his eyes.

Fang Tianxiong couldn't bear it any longer when he traveled outside the Shaolin area, and when he stayed at an inn on the way, he quietly left a plum blossom imprint in a hidden place at the base of the wall.In the evening of the second day, finally someone came.

Unable to restrain the interrogation, he blurted out, "So, this operation was obviously perfect, and the other party never thought that I would have contact with you, so why did they bother to provoke Yan Sanbai? It's good now, all plans are ruined! Who will take the responsibility?!"

"Master Fang, please be calm and don't be impatient, the master has his own plans."

"Oh? Then are you going to tell me?"

"Sect Leader Fang will always know when he should know. Master knows that Sect Leader Fang must be upset this time, so he specially ordered me to bring you some good things, and please continue to help us."

Fang Tianxiong was also quite afraid of that Mr. Mei with a mysterious background. When they came to him, Fang Tianxiong didn't agree because he didn't trust him very much.

However, the other party said that they could show their sincerity, so Qingshan Sword Sect was picked so easily.This result had to startle Fang Tianxiong, and with this incident adding fuel to the flames, it was just around the corner that he would become the leader of the martial arts alliance.

But this time, Fang Tianxiong felt that he had been deeply fooled. The other party used his hand to beat Yan Sanbai, but he had to bear the consequences alone. For Fang Tianxiong, how could he tolerate it.

But Fang Tianxiong was still scruples about the other party's tricks, so let's take the gift that the visitor said first.

"Sect Master Fang, won't you open it and take a look?" The visitor smiled.

When the other party said this, Fang Tianxiong immediately became suspicious. He opened it and took a look, but he almost threw away the box in his hand. He suppressed his anger and asked, "What is this?"

"This is Mr. Ling's little finger," the visitor was still smiling, but at the moment Fang Tianxiong saw it like a devil, "The master asked me to tell you, don't ask what you shouldn't ask, and don't talk nonsense if you shouldn't talk nonsense. The head of Fang has already lost a son, don't you want the eldest son to die too?"

Fang Tianxiong's eyes were fixed on the bloody severed finger, and the knuckles of his hand holding the box turned white. It took him a lot of effort to suppress the urge to kill, "Say, what exactly do you want me to do?"

"It's actually very simple." The visitor smiled slightly, but his ordinary face was like a ghost.

After explaining the matter, the visitor left quietly, and then the news was passed back layer by layer, passing through mountains, rivers and lakes, through high-gate courtyards and nine-curved corridors, the bells on the corners of the eaves swayed, the paperweight on the table was lightly lifted, and It fell, startled the dead leaves all over the place.

"Master, Fang Tianxiong failed, and the barbarians on the grassland also surrendered. Hero Yan returned to the pass with Li Yan on the fifth day of the lunar new year. He is currently recovering from his injuries. We don't know his next move yet." Wuming stood aside respectfully, Her eyes fell on the paper pressed by the paperweight inadvertently, and a woman with bright eyes and bright teeth smiled.

Who is that?Wuming dared not ask.

Mr. Mei responded lightly, and wanted to draw a pen to outline the woman's long hair, but he couldn't.

"Sister, what do you think I should do with him?" He looked down at the woman on the paper and asked quietly: "Sometimes I really want to kill him, but he is safe and sound every time. I can't bear to do anything, what should I do?"

Dazed and desolate in the sigh, the sickly young man was wrapped in a black fur cloak, except for the extremely opposite colors, he was somewhat similar to the seriously ill Yan Sanbai.

Suddenly, a reply came from behind: "I can help you bring him back."

Mr. Mei turned around, "Uncle."

Yan Gexing came with a sword, and there was a strong smell of blood on his body.Looking at the only heir of the Yan family, he couldn't help but feel heartbroken when he thought that he had lived suffering from illnesses for so many years.

If possible, he is even willing to bring everything in the world to him.

Mr. Mei looked at him, the cold wind was blowing, he suddenly coughed a few times, his cheeks were strangely red.

"Be careful." Yan Gexing hurried over to support him with gentle movements.Turning his head to look at Wuming, his eyes were cold and terrifying. Wuming quickly lowered his eyes, took a step back and knocked on the door, and immediately a maid came in with hot tea.

Mr. Mei took a sip of tea to warm his heart and lungs, and finally suppressed his cough.Perhaps it was because he was discovered in a mass grave, and he was contaminated with corpse gas from his urine since he was a child. No matter how he was recuperated, his health never recovered.

Regardless of spring, summer, autumn and winter, the coldness in his body never dissipated, just like a dead person without the warmth of a living person.

He also sometimes wondered if he was still Yan Sanbai, would he...be the same as that person now.

However, no if.

He hated it, yet longed for it.

So contradictory, sometimes even he himself doesn't know what he really wants.

The ink fell from the tip of the pen, instantly destroying the scroll.He blinked, and answered what Yan Gexing said just now, "I still don't want it."

Yan Gexing paused, and said, "Then I'll kill Li Yan."

"No," Mr. Mei smiled, pale and cruel, "Death is not the most terrible thing in the world, Li Yan...he deserves better."

Volume IX: Xiaomeiyuan Poetry Club