Concubine Yao, you are too presumptuous!

Yunran sat in the backyard of Biluo Palace, concentrating on herself, letting the moonlight fall on her body.

Nan Qianmo's feelings for Gong Xianqing, Yun Qian's feelings for Hua Yuelang...

Women and women... is it really possible?

Even Qi Shuang said that she likes a woman...

When she knew that Qi Shuang had someone she liked, she kept trying to find out who that person was, and her mood was in chaos. When she said that she liked women, she became even more confused...

She herself couldn't figure out this emotion. The years of meditation seemed to be in the water.

Could it be that Qi Shuang himself has that kind of thought?

"Palace Master."

At this time, a disciple hurried over and bowed to Yunran.

"Well, what happened?"

Yunran stood up, seeing the ashen expression of the disciple, and became vigilant in his heart.

"The Master of the Jueyin Pavilion killed some of our disciples who were walking outside, and left a living person to come back to bring a message."

When Yunran heard this, his expression changed suddenly, his originally gentle eyes became gloomy, and even sternly cold.

"What did you say?"

Yunran's tone remained unchanged, but the disciples who knew her well could hear the chill and sullenness in her tone.

"She said that tomorrow, she will have an appointment with the Palace Master in the Ksitigarbha Temple on the outskirts of Jinle City."

There is a dilapidated Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Temple on the outskirts of Jinle City. Before the incense was flourishing, the believers had not gilded the statue of the Bodhisattva. Later, the bandits ransacked the temple and killed all the good men and women who worshiped at that time. So the temple was abandoned.

"Okay, I agree."

The corner of Yunran's mouth curled up into an evil smile. She hadn't loosened her muscles for a long time. She had been in the palace for a long time, wearing a calm mask for a long time. She almost forgot that she was from the Jianghu, and...was from the Jianghu In the book, the uninhibited legend of evil spirits.

Southern Chu Kingdom, Imperial Palace, Chengtian Palace.

Gong Xianqing was busy in the small kitchen today. Originally, Ning'er thought she was just helping Gong Xianqing, but this time she stood aside and taught her how to make pastries on weekdays.

"Master, don't you do it yourself?"

On weekdays, Gong Xianqing personally made it and sent it to Fengluan Palace, but today he didn't do it.

"No, I will teach you how to do it today."

Gong Xianqing just smiled faintly, and then taught Ning'er the production process in detail, and Ning'er learned quickly and finished it quickly.

Gong Xianqing took a sip and felt that the taste was similar to what she made, so she smiled and asked Ning'er to stop.

"Master, won't you do it in the future?"

Ning'er thinks about it too, as a concubine, she can't always go into a place like a small kitchen.

When Gong Xianqing heard this question, her smile froze at the corner of her mouth for a moment, Ning'er thought she had asked the wrong question, but when she was about to say something, Gong Xianqing opened her mouth.

"If I feel unwell in the future or... you can prepare it and send it to the Empress Dowager."

Gong Xianqing reached out and touched Ning'er's head, her eyes were doting, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became calm, but with a bit of bitterness.

"Master, the Empress Dowager is here, waiting in the lobby."

Gong Xianqing saw that the maid outside the door gave a report, so she responded, tidied up her appearance, and went into the hall.

When the two met, when they saw themselves in each other's eyes, they inadvertently smiled knowingly, and after saying a few polite words, the two dismissed the maids around them, and only then did they get their secret space.

"Qianmo, I miss you."

There was no one around, so Gong Xianqing stuck to it and hugged Nan Qianmo. Nan Qianmo was obviously at a loss, but he didn't refuse Gong Xianqing's intimacy.

"Gong Xianqing, it seems that we are not officially together yet."

Nan Qianmo couldn't help but want to remind Gong Xianqing that this person's recent behavior is really... a bit too sweet.

"After being together, there are naturally other things to do."

Gong Xianqing exhaled close to Nan Qianmo's ear, and Xinxiang carried her somewhat magnetic voice, which almost made Nan Qianmo's bones crumble.

"Did I treat you so well that you started to be presumptuous?"

Nan Qianmo said something slowly, and then Gong Xianqing let go of her hands obediently, and raised her hands as if surrendering.

Nan Qianmo chuckled, sat down, and said, "Do you... want to know something about me?"

Gong Xianqing also sat down, poured tea for Nan Qianmo, and said, "What's your matter?"

"I'm with General Zhen Guo."

When Nan Qianmo said this, Gong Xianqing's hand that poured the tea froze, almost spilling the tea.

"I would like to know."

Gong Xian said quietly, and Nan Qianmo began to talk about how she and Qi Yingdao knew each other, how he treated her well, how he proposed to let her go far away, and how to protect herself. , without complaint, at the end Nanqianmo sighed.

"Maybe... I always failed him."

After Nan Qianmo finished speaking, Gong Xianqing took Nan Qianmo's hand and said softly: "I'm really jealous of Qi Yingdao, I'm jealous that he participated in your past, and he can even do so many things for you, I'm jealous that you will Sigh for him."

After Nan Qianmo listened, she stretched out her hand to hang Gong Xianqing's nose, and said dotingly, "You're just a little jealous."

After Gong Xianqing's nose was hung, her face turned red. She didn't know that Nan Qianmo would do such a thing of pampering herself.

"I don't know who heard me in Yufei Palace, people came here without stopping."

When Nan Qianmo heard Gong Xianqing's words, her face flushed, and even her eyes became unnatural.

"I do not have."

Nan Qianmo firmly denied it, and Gong Xianqing didn't bother, knowing that she was thin-skinned and couldn't stand being teased, so she gently kneaded the hand in her palm.

"Are you telling me this, are you going to confess everything and accept me?"

Gong Xianqing looked at Nan Qianmo with eyes full of expectation. It seemed that she had waited a lifetime and a half for the answer, but she was willing to wait.

"I've kissed and hugged, what do you think I can do?"

Nan Qianmo glanced at Gong Xianqing coquettishly, only to see that Gong Xianqing was smiling even in his eyes, like a fox that had succeeded.

Gong Xianqing leaned over, held Nan Qianmo's lips again, and pecked lightly back and forth. After a while, she let go of Nan Qianmo.

"I'm a woman, and I'm your daughter-in-law, don't you mind?"

Gong Xianqing looked at Nan Qianmo with red eyes. It took her so many years to realize that happiness can make a person want to cry.

"I mind, but Gong Xianqing, I care about you more."

For countless nights, Nan Qianmo has been haunted by these problems, but, compared to those constraints, this person in front of him may be more worthy of owning.

Gong Xianqing's tears filled his eyes and flowed down, there was joy, but more bitterness.

"Nan Qianmo, I am lucky to have you in my life, and I will never forget you until I die."

Gong Xianqing whispered something in Nan Qianmo's ear, but Nan Qianmo couldn't say anything more explicit about love, so he just said something softly.

"Don't say die, I don't like it."

Gong Xianqing hugged Nan Qianmo tightly so that she could not see her expression, and she could tear off all the masks in Nan Qianmo's arms without any scruple.

Nan Qianmo stayed in Gong Xianqing's bedroom for another half a minute before leaving, and just when he returned to Fengluan Palace, a black shadow jumped down from the beam.

"Master, the spies from Lishang Prefecture have paid back, but... it's a blood book."

The shadow guard spoke slowly, while Nan Qianmo frowned, his face was a little pale, the blood book was the last stroke of the spies before they died, and the blood book was used to tell the recipient that all the spies belonging to this branch were dead , will be used.

"what did you say?"

Nan Qianmo closed her eyes and took a deep breath, as if feeling sorry for the dead spy.

"Feng Ziye, he has private soldiers."

These words, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, startled the surging water.

"Location, number of people?"

Nan Qianmo is still calm. She has thought about this result, but she can't figure out how Ziye can get private soldiers...

At this moment, Nan Qianmo thought of a person, Su Yiru, the second prince of Beichen Kingdom...the prince who had been in correspondence with Feng Ziye.

"I don't know, the last thing that came was this message."

The shadow guard lowered his head and said, Nan Qianmo sat down, frowning.

"Send pensions to the family members of each spies, so there is no need to send spies there anymore, Feng Ziye has already frightened the snakes."

Nan Qianmo raised his forehead, lost a group of good players, and even alarmed that lunatic Feng Ziye...

"Yes."

Southern Chu State, on the outskirts of Jinle City, the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva Temple.

Yunran turned his back to the door, facing the fragmented Buddha statue, looked around at the mess and mess around him, and couldn't help sighing.

"I don't like dirty places, how about a quick fix?"

After Yunran finished speaking, he swiped his sword finger on the tiles, and the large piece of roof tiles fell in response, and a woman wearing a mask and black clothes appeared in front of Yunran.

"as you wish."

Leng Moyan shot very quickly, and three soul-destroying needles dyed with purple light flew out in his hand. When Yun Ran flashed sideways, Leng Moyan had already arrived in front of her. When Yun Ran thought she was going to send a palm to him , A snow-white rapier sprang out of Leng Moyan's sleeve, and Yunran's eyes turned cold, and his movement quickly dodged Leng Moyan's strange move.

When the first move failed, Leng Moyan immediately turned around, and the Xueying sword in his hand wrapped around Yunran like a snake, but Yunran dodged left and right, and did not make a move. Just when Leng Moyan was about to make a third move, She rushed to the shattered Buddha statue, and pulled out a purple soft sword from her waist.

"To deal with you, you don't need no sword."

The Zixia sword in Yunran's hand moved strangely and unpredictablely. The man used the sword as nimbly as if using a whip, which made Leng Moyan dare not approach rashly, and instantly fell into a disadvantage.

After a few moves, Yunran's sword was too fast, and it had cut through several parts of Leng Moyan's skin, stained with blood.

"But you underestimated me too."

Leng Moyan withdrew the Xueying sword, and shot five iron sticks of different thicknesses from his sleeve, but they didn't go to Yunran, but to the six pillars in the temple.

Without waiting for Yunran to understand what she was going to do, Leng Moyan unsheathed the Xueying sword again, and walked up to each iron branch in a flash, hitting it with the Xueying sword, making a crisp sound, while she The figure was extremely fast, running through every iron branch, and actually played a melody, a melody that seemed to confuse people.

Yun Ran was a little dizzy, and felt that the sound was piercing into his ears continuously, not harsh, but lingering in his head, as if it had turned into a few waves of true energy and was messing around inside.

"Suffer to death!"