What is wrong with raising snakes?

When Manshu learned that Yu Chiling was bestowed the post of extraditionist by Yan Fenglang, his hands holding the Yanhuo Langqin trembled violently, his eyes were full of anger, and he wished to rush to Yan Fenglang to ask why, but when he thought that Yan Fenglang had also given Song Qingying the post of Song Qingying in addition to reusing Yuchiling , Then he felt that his own words, Yan Jun Shangshen would not care at all.

Xuanyuansong knew he was sorry, and felt that this matter was ultimately a scandal for his Xuanyuan family, so he went to Wangchuan to find her in person. Cang Yunbai worried that Manshu would take his anger out on Xuanyuansong, so he followed.

"I made a mistake in my life, and you need to admit it?" Manshu glanced at him.

Xuanyuan Song arched his hands and bowed: "Royal disputes are always extremely cruel, and Yu Chiling is just one of the pawns. Please forgive me, madam."

"Forgive?" Manshu raised his voice and stared at him, "So whether it is Shahua or Yuchiling, they are both stepping stones for your royal dispute, right? Hahaha...you take the lives of the people as stepping stones, the emperor's Chair, can you sit still?"

Xuanyuan Song frowned and didn't answer, Cang Yunbai squeezed his hand secretly, lowered his eyebrows and pressed his lips tightly.

Manshu looked at Xuanyuansong's sincere appearance, and thought it was ridiculous, but when she realized Xuanyuansong's identity, she thought again, now that the former emperor begged her to forgive in such a low voice, what else could she hold on to? ?

So she took a deep breath, touched the firework qin, plucked the strings, and said: "Forget it, now there is no emperor here, nor Mrs. Yuchi, nor Mrs. Shaofu...we are all the same."

While talking, she caught a glimpse of Yu Chiling who was far away from Xuanyuan Song, and this person was just looking at her from such a distance.

Seeing that Manshu no longer wanted to talk to him, Xuanyuansong said goodbye and walked back.

Seeing Xuanyuan Song approaching, Yu Chiling looked at him expectantly, his eyes flickering with a look of seeking results.

Xuanyuansong was a little puzzled. For a person like Yu Chiling who has experienced many battles, his mentality should have been pierced a long time ago. Why did he still follow with guilt? Is Manshu's answer so important?

"You must be wondering why I want Manshu's forgiveness." Yu Chiling saw through him and said lightly.

"Why?"

"If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't want to do this." Yu Chiling lowered his eyes, and smiled uglier than crying, "Every time I attack them, this place... hurts." He pointed In my heart, I continued to say: "I can't really fall asleep every night, because in the dead of night, my mind is full of their resentment, anger, unwillingness, and even their eyes that want to kill me. Those heart-piercing shouts...all tormented me like a curse...I couldn't sleep for a moment, because I knew that as long as I fell asleep, I would never wake up again, how many people were watching at night Me, they want me dead, want my life..."

"Why do you insist on helping him?" Xuanyuan Song regretted after asking. He couldn't be more clear about the answer to this question, but he wanted to confirm it again.

Yu Chiling didn't expose him, but laughed self-deprecatingly: "I'm not helping him, I'm helping me... I'm helping me get close to him, I'm helping me stand side by side with him in the court, I'm helping me to be able to ...I thought I could always be by his side..."

Xuanyuan Song sighed and stopped talking.

"Okay, let's not talk about this, Yan Jun sent me a task, and now I am Yan Jun's person." Yu Chiling said, turned and walked to Huangquan, which is the exit of the ghost gate.

Looking at Yu Chiling's back, Xuanyuan Song seemed to see Cang Yunbai for some reason, and Cang Yunbai beside him held his hand tightly.

"Zizhen is not saving Yuchiling."

Xuanyuan Song narrowed his eyes and smiled: "Yun Baiye is the one who knows me."

Yan Fenglang guarded Xuan Qingci as always, and Sha Chongjin was entrusted to the shopkeeper by him. He originally wanted to hand over the child to the Holy Mother of Lishan, but when he thought that from now on she would step into the heaven without fireworks, it would start endlessly. After she practiced, she felt it was a pity, so she sealed off her evil spirit and handed it over to the shopkeeper.

When the shopkeeper hugged the child, Yan Fenglang was touched by the loving and excited expression on his face, and he secretly felt that this was a good decision.

He propped his head up, twirled Xuan Qingci's tail with his fingers once and for all, watching the slender and smooth tail wrap around his hand, fall off, and finally pinched in his hand, bowed his head and kissed it.

After noon, he saw that Xuan Qingci still had no signs of waking up, so he got up and went to the first floor for dinner. He couldn't help feeling a little funny when he saw the shopkeeper with a heavy brocade hanging on his chest and an abacus in his hand.

The shopkeeper saw Yan Fenglang going downstairs, but didn't recognize him for a while. During the two months in the hotel, Yan Fenglang was either wearing a moon white gown or a brocade gown. If it wasn't for the different patterns on his clothes, he would have thought that Yan Fenglang didn't even have any clothes. Changed.

Today is different, he is wearing a long robe with red patterns on a black background, with a gold silk brocade cloth on a black background around his waist, and a piece of blood-colored jade hanging on it, with long black tassels dangling around his side.The long hair that was usually tied up was also scattered behind her back, only a black hair tie tied the broken hair, the softness of the past was gone from the brows and eyes, and there was a bit of hostility.

It could be seen that Yan Fenglang was in a good mood today.

"Guest officer, what would you like to order?"

"Osmanthus wine, bird in the palm, delivered to my room."

Yan Fenglang walked around the store twice. Apart from dining and staying in the hotel, there is another elegant thing in this hotel, that is, there is a long piano on the central platform on the first floor. To bother the passengers staying in the store, he put this long piano in the store as an accessory.

He walked to the center stage, lightly brushed the strings with his index finger, recalled the syllables and fingerings played by Manshu, and plucked them twice.This long qin is naturally invincible with the pyrotechnic qin, but the vulgar qin has its beauty, the sound of the qin reveals the breath of fireworks in the world.

"The guest officer can also play the piano?" The shopkeeper walked over and said pleasantly.

Yan Fenglang shook his head, pointed at Sha Chongjin and said, "Her mother knows, I just remembered some fingering techniques."

"By the way, guest officer, it's almost time for the sting. I don't know if the snake has woken up. If it wakes up, I will send someone to catch it. I still remember what the guest officer told me earlier." The shopkeeper was polite. Said.

When Yan Fenglang heard this, he parted his lips and smiled, and replied: "That's very good, I'll be in charge of it."

The shopkeeper let out an "eh" and turned back to do things. Yan Fenglang thought about the time before the dishes were served, and remembered the pen holder on Xuan Qingci's head that was used as a bun, and turned to go out.

Xuan Qingci opened his eyes when Yan Fenglang went out, and stared at the edge of the bed in a daze. After a while, he moved his body to explore the surrounding environment, and there was a smell belonging to Yan Fenglang nearby.There was a pot of dried toad by the window sill, which was eliciting a burst of fishy smell, which lured him to squirm there, raised his head and opened his mouth to swallow. There was also an itching feeling on his body, which came from the wound.

After swallowing the dried toad, Xuan Qingci regained some strength. He stared at the remaining dried toad in the basin with a complicated expression on his face. When he thought of Mo Qing's death at the hands of Yan Fenglang, anger surged in his heart, and he even bandaged the wound. Bu felt that it was an eyesore.He climbed to the window for a while, saw a cypress tree outside the window, climbed up the branch without hesitation, and left the hotel.

Yan Fenglang came back with a golden hairpin, just in time to run into Xiaoer who was about to deliver food.

Xiao Er found that Yan Fenglang was exuding joy, leaned over and asked, "What kind of happy event has happened to the guest officer?"

Yan Fenglang fumbled for the golden hairpin, and replied, "My snake is about to wake up."

"The stinging sting has not arrived yet, the guest officer may have to wait for a few more days." Xiao Er said involuntarily.

Yan Fenglang laughed and said, "We've waited for a cold winter, so it's not too late."

However, when Yan Fenglang stepped into the room and found that there was nothing on the bed, his face suddenly became gloomy, and he asked the waiter in a cold voice: "I only went out for half an hour, why did it disappear?"

Xiao Er was taken aback by his sudden anger, took a deep breath to calm himself down and said, "The guest officer has lived here for at least two months, have we ever done anything wrong? Maybe the guest officer's snake has woken up No, just ran away."

As soon as Yan Fenglang heard the word "run away", Yan Fenglang's face became more gloomy, and he turned his head and left. Xiao Er said "ah" twice behind him, and shouted: "Guest officer! What about your food!"

Yan Fenglang didn't even have the mind to eat food, so he started his technique to trace the aura of Xuan Qingci, only to find that it was hiding the aura, and he became even more depressed, calling out Cang Yunbai, and said, "Go to the cypress forest to look for it, I'm in the North God City to find."

Cang Yunbai didn't move, Yan Fenglang glared at him: "Why, you still don't move?"

"That day Qingci saw Yan Jun beat Mo Qing to death with his own eyes. It was absolutely impossible to see Yan Jun again. If so, how could he return to the cypress forest?"

Yan Fenglang was taken aback for a moment, frowned and thought about it, and after a while he suddenly smiled and said: "No, he will definitely come back, even if he doesn't come back, I can still find him."

Cang Yunbai was quite surprised, and rarely joked: "Why is Yan Jun so confident?"

Yan Fenglang "hummed": "In the whole world, no matter whether he is dead or alive, as long as there is still a trace of breath, I can find him."

Having said that, Xuan Qingci hid his aura as if determined to hide his aura. For three whole days, Yan Fenglang had no news of Xuan Qingci, and his temper became more and more irritable.

Xie Bi'an didn't dare to provoke him in the first place, but now he didn't even dare to report the situation of the soul collection. He hid behind Fan Wujiu and returned to the gate of hell after talking like a cannonball.

There was only one person standing in front of Yan Fenglang calmly, talking about what he had seen and heard in the past three days.

"Yan Jun has something on his mind."

Yan Fenglang glanced at Yu Chiling as if looking at a fool.

"Yan Jun... It has been raining for several days recently, and in two days it will be the Jingzhe."

"What do you want to say?"

Seeing Yan Fenglang's curiosity aroused by him, Yu Chiling leaned in front of him and said in a low voice: "Snakes will enter a special period after the sting, does Yan Jun know?"

Yan Fenglang raised his eyebrows, how could he know this, and continued to ask impatiently: "What exactly do you want to say?"

Yu Chiling smiled inexplicably, and didn't reply anymore, taking advantage of the time when Yan Fenglang was about to vent his anger on himself, he quickly disappeared, leaving Yan Fenglang with a sullen face and clenched his fists.

The drizzle really lasted for five consecutive days as Yu Chiling said, before and after the startling sting, the shopkeeper frowned and prayed for the drizzle to stop soon.

Sha Chongjin's cries spread to the entire first floor of the hotel, and Yan Fenglang could hear it on the second floor.He went downstairs irritatedly, and glared at Sha Chongjin who was in the shopkeeper's arms. Sha Chongjin seemed to see Yan Fenglang's gloomy face, and cried even harder, Yan Fenglang became even more irritable.

At this time, it is the tenth hour of February.

Yan Fenglang stood at the entrance of the hotel, like a stone statue. The shopkeeper wanted to call people into the store, but seeing that more and more tourists were attracted by Yan Fenglang, he became selfish and decided to let him stand at the door for a while.

At this moment, a familiar aura filled the air, and the bamboo slip pinned by Yan Fenglang was faintly hot, as if indicating something, he took out the bamboo slip excitedly, and then plunged into the drizzle.