Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

Shen Xinglan had walked the road from the Marshal's Mansion to the forest several times, even with his eyes closed, he could still find the location.

But never before has he run so fast.

The tree shadows retreated quickly, and the wind whizzed by. In the silent night, there were countless tree shadows, as if countless shadows were left behind by Shen Xinglan.

The communicator clenched tightly in his hand has not made any movement, and it is cool.

Not long ago, the scene when the little girl grabbed his sleeve eagerly and warned him to be safe and to keep him from going out is still in front of my eyes.

All her predictions are all related to him, but it is herself who is imprisoned now.

The corners of Shen Xinglan's lips were tightly pursed into a straight line. It was true that there was not much difference from before in appearance, but some subtle changes had taken place in her temperament.

Arriving at the edge of the pond, the people who used to jump to the surface of the water when they heard the movement were gone, and the pond was so calm that no sound could be heard.

The pond is in the center of the forest, surrounded by tidal flats and aquatic plants. People come from the north, and the grass in the south opposite them is slightly messy, and the middle part of the grass is wet.

Until now, Qin Bohuai doesn't really know what happened, but he can roughly guess what happened by looking at Shen Xinglan's appearance.

"Looking for something or someone?" he asked.

Shen Xinglan paused, turned his head to look at him for a while, and then turned his gaze to the other side of the river again: "My sister is lost."

According to ordinary people's ability to accept, one must ask "Do you have a younger sister?" After all, Shen Xinglan has never mentioned her existence in front of others.

Qin Bohuai digested it for two seconds, and did not ask further: "The people who can find here are not ordinary people, and it is not difficult to find out."

Shen Xinglan looked down at the communicator tightly clutched in his hand. This is not only a communicator, but also has a positioning function. When it was originally designed, it was just in case, to make the little girl feel at ease.

It's just in case.

Although it is late now, but for the Marshal of the military department, checking individuals is a piece of cake. Mu Yu's status is special and needs to be kept secret, so Qin Bohuai ordered all his confidants.

The location of the tracker was intermittent, and the signal was not stable. Shen Xinglan spent some effort to track it, and finally revealed a location, Blue Water Bay.

The sky is like a rag that cannot be torn apart, and there is no light to be seen.

Inside the palace, the lights are bright.

In the underground iron prison that no one knew about, Qin Zhun fell into an unprecedented ecstasy.

The worries that had lingered in his heart for a long time were finally resolved. In front of him was a huge transparent water tank. The blue-tailed mermaid was suspended in the water, and her hair was floating in the water like seaweed.

She looks immature, two meters long, and looks like an underage mermaid.

The old mermaid had been sucked down to a skeleton. Qin Zhun hadn't seen such a complete mermaid for a long time. He couldn't help but get closer, his eyes full of greed and satisfaction.

The queen was standing not far behind him, suddenly a bolt of lightning flashed across the sky, and through the window bars, half of her face was reflected in white.

In order to get this mermaid, she spent a lot of effort, but the enthronement ceremony is just around the corner, and everything is worth it.

Now she only has one wish, and that is that Qin Zhun will not make any more mistakes, otherwise she will feel that this is the most failed investment in her life, bar none.

boom--

Another thunderbolt exploded in the sky, and in a short moment, the sky was as bright as day.

The candlelight flickered, and the emperor raised his eyes, raised his wrist, and put the ink-soaked brush on the pen stand.

Standing next to him was the servant. He was wearing a tuxedo, with his hands folded in front of him, and he looked out of the window where the wind and rain were coming.

In the interstellar era, all kinds of LED light tubes have long been cheap resources, and new energy lamps are everywhere, but candles are always used in this study, which has never changed.

The servant couldn't guess what the emperor was thinking, so he stayed silent with him.

A bean lantern was thrown on the ground, and the emperor suddenly asked, "What's the date today?"

Internal servant: "October [-]th."

"It's the sixth day," the emperor nodded, his tone as natural as if he was greeting tomorrow's weather, "the enthronement ceremony will be scheduled in three days' time."

The servant first nodded habitually, and after a few seconds, realizing the meaning of the words, his eyes popped out.

The enthronement ceremony should have been decided a long time ago, but the emperor has not given a clear answer. This point of the parliament is quite critical, but the separation of the military and the government and their independence from each other prevent them from saying anything.

With the certainty of the matter, besides passing on the throne to the third prince, how can there be any other candidates?

That is to say, there was a long delay in making a final move, and inside and outside the palace, rumors and undercurrents surged everywhere.

Now that the emperor suddenly said this, many complicated matters that needed to be prepared flashed through the mind of the servant, and his brain froze for a while before stammering:

"Then subordinates will prepare immediately..."

The emperor was not in a hurry, he picked up the brush again and started to write, scribbling horizontally and vertically.

The servant didn't dare to interrupt, so he bowed and went out quietly.

But not long after, the delicate light screen on the desk suddenly started to vibrate, and the emperor replied without raising his head.

The light screen flashed out, and the figure swayed. It was the servant who had just left. He reported: "Your Majesty, the marshal is asking to see you."

There is nothing in this world that Qin Bohuai can't resist. He has never been to the palace in the middle of the night after being a marshal all these years.

There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the emperor, he finally put down the brush and waved his hand: "Take him to the living room, I'll be right there."

He carefully put away the pen, adjusted his clothes in front of the mirror, and then walked towards the living room.

The parlor is a place specially used to receive important guests in the palace. It has a quaint style, with sandalwood tables on both sides, and the fragrance of tea is overflowing.

When the emperor opened the door and entered the room, he caught a glimpse of not only Qin Bohuai sitting inside, but also another person, and he was quite familiar with that person, the emperor's eyes became more surprised.

The gentle and handsome young man sat upright, gentle and introverted, like pearls soaked in sea water exuding a soft halo.

Qin Bohuai stood up, bowed his head to the emperor and saluted: "Your Majesty."

The young man also stood up and saluted.

The postures of the two fit inexplicably, and there was a feeling of... a husband and wife singing along.

The emperor shook off the absurd thoughts in his mind, walked to the main seat, and raised his hand to the two of them, saying, "Don't be too polite, it's so late, is there anything important?"

After finding the location, Shen Xinglan and Qin Bohuai followed along to look for it. Blue Water Bay was just a transfer station, and there was no sign of Muyu there. The people Qin Bohuai sent out to search sent back news that Muyu was abducted. The people who went through several transfers were finally transported to the palace.

It is not easy to use such a relationship to go to war in broad daylight.

There is almost no need to rule it out to know who did it.

Qin Bohuai said lightly: "I came back to be a guest in the palace, and I accidentally left something in the palace. That thing is very important, so I have to take the liberty of bothering you."

There was no displeasure on the emperor's face, and he took the initiative to care: "Do you remember where you lost it? I'll ask someone to help you find it."

This attitude was not unfriendly, but as a distinguished emperor, he seemed too close, not showing the slightest edge, as if he was not talking to them as an emperor, but his brother.

Shen Xinglan didn't intend to make a detour, and said directly: "The thing that fell is with the Third Prince."

The emperor didn't answer the question immediately, but raised the celadon teacup and took a sip of water, with a smile on his lips: "I'm afraid I made a mistake."

His eyes are bent, he looks like a very kind elder, even his voice is very soft.

The imperial palace is not a place where anyone can enter. It would be a complete joke if the emperor didn't know about any disturbance.

In an instant, the same smile appeared on Shen Xinglan's face, and he said softly, "I also think I made a mistake."

He tugged on Qin Bohuai's sleeve lightly: "I said that the third prince would never do something like cooperating with the enemy and treason. Brother Bohuai, since His Majesty has spoken, let's go."

The semi-permanent Buddhist smile on the emperor's face collapsed.

Qin Bohuai was pulled up obediently, and seeing that he was about to go out with Shen Xinglan, the emperor put the tea cup on the table, and the bottom of the cup collided with the table.

"Wait a minute." The emperor clenched the teacup tightly with his fingers, and then loosened it again.

The room was full of bright lights, and he was sitting in a high position, his eyes were deep, "Cooperating with the enemy and treason is a serious crime, what evidence do you have?"