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He lowered his eyes, "Excuse me for what I said bluntly, there is no enmity between me and the girl, why did the girl bring me here in a daze?"

He frowned, the coldness on his face went straight to the top of his hair.

The woman smiled slightly and said, "Master Hou, please calm down. I am the chief priest of Sanmiao——Bai Zhi. In the other five countries, I am the prime minister of the first rank."

She stretched out her hand to help him, "Master Hou probably forgot. Master Hou and I are old friends who met ten years ago."

Baizhi's smile contained bewitchment.

He frowned deeply, and said in his heart: The woman in front of her insisted that he was an old friend she knew well, but she didn't know who he resembled so much and who she recognized as him.

He was puzzled in his heart, afraid that this was a trick played by San Miao, at least, since he could remember, he only knew Ji Guo.

"What's your purpose?"

He looked at the woman in front of him, and glanced at the bamboo baskets and clay pots for pounding medicine on the wooden table.This Baizhi in front of me is knowledgeable in medicine and occult arts, I don't know who it is.

Baizhi picked up a wisp of green smoke on his fingertips, and didn't answer his question, but stretched out his hand to cover Fuliang's chest, surrounded by the green smoke, and a gentle smile appeared on Baizhi's face, "Master Hou, please be safe and don't be impatient. You only need to know, I will not harm you."

Bai Zhi moved away immediately.

He stood up with his elbows propped up, and found that his hands and feet gained eight points of strength.

Baizhi closed her eyes, turned her hands to make a seal, the hanju twigs painted on her collarbone, the lotus petals stretched out, one vein is enchanting, one vein is beautiful, and one vein is pitiful.

He frowned, and indescribable surprise flashed across his eyes.

No matter what purpose or motive Bai Zhi used to kidnap him, he felt that the woman in front of him still had a kind heart in her heart.

He bowed his hands, "I also hope that Miss Bai Zhi will let Ben Hou go."

He thought about Zhou Rao's current situation, Qi Xin's anger at his disappearance, Princess Danyang's escape from Jiang...he couldn't help feeling overwhelmed.

Bai Zhi withdrew the green smoke from her fingertips, looked back, but glanced at the smoker on the wooden table through him, "My king said, Lord Hou can only stay here and is not allowed to go anywhere."

When she spoke, her tone was flat, but there was a moment of sadness in her eyes.

His eyes reflected many troubles.

He held his breath and asked, "Is Princess Danyang in Sanmiao territory?"

He thought Danyang was kidnapped together.However, after all the calculations, he didn't know that the Lord of the Three Miao Kingdom had no intention of this marriage from the very beginning.

What the King of the Three Miao Kingdom wanted was him.

Bai Zhi squinted his eyes, with a gentle smile in front of his eyes, without saying a word, turned around and walked out of the bamboo building.

He watched a graceful figure come out with lotus steps, lowered his eyes, and tightened his hands hidden under his sleeves.

Within the line of sight, there is a lot of beauty.

He pushed open the window lattice, still feeling a little uneasy and uneasy in his heart.

He held on to the Chaoshou corridor on the bamboo building, his weak limbs improved slightly, but he couldn't gather half of his internal strength for the time being.

He knew that this was Bai Zhi's method.

After stepping down the stairs, he walked in the courtyard surrounded by fences. The flowers and trees in the courtyard were colorful, and the peach blossoms in the Quchi Pond were not defeated, but they became more and more charming.

He propped up his weak body and sat at the stone table in the courtyard, listening to the whispers of the mountain wind. It seemed that he hadn't met the chief priest of Sanmiao since the day before yesterday.

He took the teacup handed over by the maid who was serving him, and skimmed off the tea foam, but he didn't feel much about drinking the tea.

"Master Hou, it's windy outside, and it's not conducive to travel if you catch the cold."

Pushing open the bamboo door, Bai Zhi, who was approaching slowly, raised his hand to caress the tassel temples, and couldn't help joking.

He recovered from his thoughts, and saw a slim woman in front of him, with fine wrists and feet, dressed in a foreign race, carrying a bamboo basket, as if she had returned from picking medicine in the mountains.

The glaring light shone through the shade of the tree, the woman's eyes were silent, her pupils were pitch-black, and her eyes contained a sharp and deep insight into everything.

Hearing this, he couldn't help twitching the corners of his lips, and there was a dark current in his eyes.

"Miss Baizhi once said that the Marquis and you are old acquaintances. May I ask you if you can tell me the details." He stood in the courtyard with a look of power in his eyes.

Baizhi went straight up to the bamboo building without saying a word.

And he, who pushed the door open after her, stood behind her.

Bai Zhi stood in front of the window lattice, turned her head, looked at him with a dumbfounded smile, and said lightly, "Master Hou and I are both Sanmiao people."

He looked up suddenly.

Bai Zhi said: "After you were expelled from the country by your tribe, you really don't want to think about the past? It seems that you still hate my king, right? Bai Chi, my third brother."

Bai Zhi bit her lip and let out a long sigh.

His eyes tightened, and the strange look in his heart swept over the sky and covered the sky like clouds.

He frowned, watching her talking nonsense.

He suddenly felt that something was different here, Bai Zhi in the light smiled lightly, and then the green smoke rose from his fingertips and then extinguished.

Soon, a group of Sanmiao guards rushed into the bamboo building, and he took a closer look and knew that the visitor was not good.

"Miss Baizhi, what do you mean by this?"

He narrowed his eyes, but saw Bai Zhi walking in front of the group of people, and looked at him again.

Seeing this, he wanted to gather qi in his palm, but he found that the zhenqi in his body was running out of order, and all of a sudden, his limbs went numb.

His footsteps were sloppy, his vision began to blur, and he half-kneeled on the ground in an instant, completely powerless to resist.

"Master Hou, stop wasting your efforts in vain..." In the mist, Bai Zhi approached slowly.

In the smoker, there is carefully prepared Ruanjin powder, which has a fragrant and elegant aroma, which can calm the mind and calm the nerves in a moderate amount, and paralyze the mind and suppress internal energy if it is too much.

The last look he gave when he fell to the ground was a little sharp——

The endless dark dense forest, at noon, surrounded by clouds and mist, the first break of the shower, the light rain is not over, the rainwater flowing down the cave from the cave fell into the curved pool in the center of the prison, making a ticking sound.

He opened his eyes and shook the chains that bound his hands and feet when he looked up.

He was suspended in the very center of Quchi by four extremely thick chains. Looking around, he only saw the ghostly shadow.

Drops of water dripped between his brows, and across his nose and thin lips, creating a lovable glamor in vain.

In the water prison, there is a Buddhist niche inlaid with warm jade gemstones on the four rock walls, and a man in a kumquat robe is kneeling beside the sandalwood table, with his hands clasped, his face pious and lifeless.

The man's long hair was not tied up, and covered his shoulders like a black waterfall, kneeling and sitting in the misty water vapor, his whole body was ignorant and dead silent.

He looked at the man below, "You, the King of the Three Miao Kingdom?"

It is not difficult to guess that the only person who can freely enter and exit the water prison, except Baizhi, is the "king" that Baizhi calls.

His eyes gradually become wary.The person in front of him will definitely not let him go easily.

His face was wary.

The man's lips were slightly parted, as if he was meditating something, and he still maintained a pious posture toward the Buddha, without any response.

After a while, the man spread his hands to his sides, and with a flick of his sleeves, the three incense sticks in the printed incense bottle floated to the front of the altar by themselves. After being lit, they were inserted straight and obliquely into the copper stove covered with dust.

"In the past ten years, Chi'er has become estranged from the king." The man slowly stood up from the lotus cushion, his eyes filled with joy, and he did not show any seriousness towards the aliens, "Chi'er, you used to be Call me 'Lord Bai Mu', and now... Chi'er, do you still hate me when you go back to Sanmiao? This king... actually has no choice but to do so."

The man's face was terrified, his pale thin lips raised slightly, he looked straight at him like this, and said with a smile: "However, it's good that you come back safely. As long as you are willing to come back, everything is not settled, and you can start all over again .”

The man raised his hand again to clean up the incense ashes on the side of the copper stove, then took out a piece of Ropa from his sleeve, and swept away the occasional incense ash on his body.

It turned out that the man in front of him was called "Bai Mu".

"Mr. Baimu made a mistake. The surname of this Marquis is Fu, and his name is famous. Even if we go back to the past, this Marquis is only the son of Prime Minister Ji."

He pursed his lips, feeling the powerlessness hanging in the air was not as terrifying as Bai Mu's dark eyes.

"Aren't you Bai Chi?"

Bai Mu's eyes fell on his face, and he bent his fingers slightly, but saw that all the chains that bound him were gathered downwards, and in just a moment, he landed on both feet, stepping on the only round platform in the water prison.

While changing shadows, Bai Mu came up to him, leaned forward and looked down, and stretched out his hand to grab his jaw, "People are most likely to be stupid when they are awake. The minister on the bed of King Zhou Hui—— Feng Yang Hou. Lord Hou? Heh... After all, it is a cover used to deceive the world. Since you have been a treacherous courtier by King Zhou Hui's side, why can't you be my king's Chier?"

Bai Mu looked down at him, and let go of his hand with a little pity.

He laughed when he heard the words, "The 'Chi'er' mentioned by Lord Baimu must be someone you cherish in your heart. Since the monarch regards it as a treasure, why do you need someone to replace him? This Marquis has always done things with a clear conscience. And you, the monarch... "

After a long while, he turned his head up and stared at it closely, as if he had heard something extremely sad, he lowered his eyes and sneered.

Bai Mu's eyes focused on his eyes, which became more gloomy.

The two people's words intersected, and their tones were mixed - what was spied on was the dormant plot in their hearts; what was exposed was the false flattery in their eyes.