Palace Master's Road to Unification

Han Lu, Ling Yao has been guarding the door, and was shocked when she saw Zi Heng's figure.

Ziheng was originally dressed in a gorgeous purple veil, the skirt stretched to the floor, which can be said to show the elegant demeanor of the lord of the Nine Heavens Palace, but now the clothes are very dilapidated, the skirt that was originally stretched to the floor now only reaches the ankles, and the clothes The sleeves were also tattered, and the hair was sticking to the face. The whole body could only be described as a mess, but even though the clothes were disheveled, Ziheng's aura was not half covered by the clothes, and he was still domineering.

Having never seen the Palace Master like this before, the two hurried up to meet him in fright.

"Master, what is this?"

Ziheng shook his head, indicating that he was fine: "Lingyao, go get a basin of clean water."

Hearing the order, Lingyao hurried out.

Ziheng came back alone, Lan Jin separated from her when she came out of the dense forest, and hurried away without knowing what to do.

"Palace Master, you are injured!"

Han Lu saw the bandaged cloth on Ziheng's right hand, with a few smears of blood on it, so she hurried over to help her.

But Ziheng avoided it: "I am not weak enough to need others to support me."

Han Lu stepped back and bowed his head slightly: "It's my subordinates who overstepped."

Ziheng walked into the room and sat down at the table. There was soup brought by Shuiqin on the table. It was probably cold by now. Thinking of Lan Jin's last words

"Saints don't harm people, that soup is really delicious."

"The saint has stayed here for too long, and it is inevitable to be excited to see people outside. The soup is just an expression of goodwill."

But Ziheng still didn't want to drink.

Han Lu took out new clothes for Ziheng, and she can change them after the palace lord takes care of her injuries and takes a bath.

At this time, Lingyao, who was going to fetch water, walked in with a woman behind her: "Palace Master, I found this person sneaking around outside."

Lingyao grabbed the woman's hands and made her kneel on the ground. The woman trembled all over, and her head almost fell off.

Zi Heng said coldly: "Raise your head."

Seeing that the woman did not move for a long time, Lingyao stretched out her hand and forced the woman's head off.

The woman's small face was covered with tears, shivering.

Han Lu recognized this person: "Isn't this the person next to the saint during the day?"

Ziheng had no impression of this person, but after hearing Han Lu's words, he became interested.

Zi Heng asked softly: "What is your relationship with Shui Qin?"

"I, I am the saint's attendant, accompanying maid."

The woman was trembling all over, crying in her voice, looking terrified.

"What did you see that made you look so frightened?"

The woman shook her head violently: "I, I didn't see anything."

Ziheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then what do you think of me?"

"The god, the goddess is so beautiful, I, I dare not look at it."

The woman subconsciously lowered her head to avoid it, but Ling Yao behind her clamped her jaw, and she could only watch stiffly.

Han Lu said: "Seeing the appearance of the Palace Master, this person must suspect that the Palace Master is not a goddess."

After all, the goddess will not become so embarrassed.

Han Lu didn't say what she said later, but it doesn't mean that Ziheng couldn't hear it.

Zi Heng glanced at Han Lu indifferently, without any expression on his face.

Han Lu regretted her talkativeness very much, smiled awkwardly, and then asked the woman sharply: "Say, what are you doing out in the middle of the night! Did you come to spy on my palace master?!"

The woman seemed frightened by Han Lu's tone, and became even more uneasy, "No, no, it's the saint, the saint is gone, I came out to look for the saint."

Ziheng looked at the woman: "Okay, then I will believe that you are not here to monitor me. I want to ask you something. If you tell a lie next, I will cut off one of your fingers."

There was a boundless chill in her voice, and the woman shivered in fright.

"Okay, okay, I said, I said, I will answer whatever you ask."

"You saints have always been like this?"

The woman paused for a moment: "The saint often runs out in the middle of the night, and I'm worried that something will happen to her."

"Since when?"

"About three years ago."

"what is the reason?"

"No, I don't know."

"Then where did she go at night?"

"Not necessarily. Sometimes it's the seaside, sometimes it's the back mountain, sometimes it's at the altar. The saint can go almost anywhere."

Xuelu was listening, frowning, could it be that this saint has lost her soul?Run around at night?

Zi Heng nodded, and asked again: "Who is Lan Jin?"

The woman was startled, her eyes widened instantly: "You, how do you know?"

Ziheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "You only need to answer what I say."

The woman said in a low voice: "He, he is the person the saint once saved on the shore."

Zi Heng put his right arm on the table, and tapped the table lightly with his fingers: "You should tell me everything about him."

Han Lu saw that more and more blood was oozing from Ziheng's arm, seeing that he had nothing to do here, so he went outside to fetch water.

The woman told about Lan Jin: "Lan Jin is a man saved by the saint three years ago. The saint seems to like him very much and stays with him every day. Mr. Lan Jin is very good-looking , everyone on the island likes him very much. He can tell a lot of interesting things outside. After Mr. Lan Jin stayed on the island for half a month, the elder left the customs immediately. The elder didn't like outsiders very much. When he saw Lan Jin The young master was very angry staying here, and asked Mr. Lan Jin to leave. Although it was the first time everyone saw an outsider, although they were reluctant, they could not go against the elder's wishes, so on the third day after the elder left the customs, Mr. Lan Jin left .”

Ziheng raised his eyebrows and said, "Leaving?"

"Yes, it is."

"Are you sure that he left the island and never came back or appeared on the island in the past three years?"

The woman didn't know what the "goddess" meant, but she had never seen Mr. Lan Jin again: "Yes...I confirm that he left, never came back, and never appeared on the island..."

Ziheng narrowed his eyes slightly: "Then who did I see today?"

The woman trembled, her lips twitched, as if she wanted to say something.

Seeing that the woman was hiding something, Lingyao strengthened her hand and threatened, "Say!"

The woman was in pain: "You, what you saw may be a saint."

"Oh?"

"The saint sometimes wears Mr. Lan Jin's clothes at night and wanders by the seaside."

At this time, Han Lu just came back from fetching water, and when she heard the woman's words, she couldn't help sighing, "You saintesses have quite strange hobbies."

The woman hurriedly defended the saint: "This is the way the saint misses Mr. Lan Jin. The saint will let her hair down at night, put on Mr. Lan Jin's clothes, look at the direction of the overseas, and sometimes imitate Mr. Lan Jin. talking to himself by the sea, and sometimes he would blow the flute left by Mr. Lan Jin."

Han Lu soaked the handkerchief, wiped the uninjured part of Ziheng's arm, and then took off the bandage. Doesn't this piece of cloth belong to the palace lord?After being curious for a moment, Han Lu put it aside. Under the fabric, there was a bloody mess, and even the bones could be seen vaguely. Han Lu was cold for a while, but soon calmed down. When picking up the medicine bottle, he closed his eyes and poured the medicine for Zi Heng.

"Cold dew."

Hearing the voice of the palace lord, Han Lu opened her eyes slightly: "Ah?"

"The powder was spilled outside."

Han Lu looked down and saw that most of the bottle of medicine powder had been spilled on the table.

"Be more attentive."

Han Lu nodded knowingly, and reapplied the palace lord.

Seeing that Han Lu's state had been adjusted, Zi Heng continued to ask the woman: "Did you see these, or did she teach you to say that?"

"These are all things I have seen with my own eyes."

"Finally, let me confirm one more thing. Do you have the custom of outsiders staying here to donate blood to the Spider God?"

The maid was at a loss: "The spider god will never drink the blood of anyone other than a saint."

Zi Heng already understood in her heart: "Okay."

Ziheng opened the soup cup, picked up a spoon and scooped up a bowl of soup: "This is sent by your saintess, you have a drink."

Ziheng signaled Lingyao to let go of the girl's hands, and after receiving the instruction, Lingyao let go immediately, and the girl was unsteady and fell to the ground.

"It's better for you to come and drink the stuff of your saintess."

This is a nourishing top grade exclusive to saintesses, and she has never had the chance to encounter it. The woman drank this bowl of soup, and her body slowly relaxed, but Ziheng's next words made her feel as if she was in an ice cellar.

Ziheng's voice was cold and heartless: "I also drank the last supper, you should go."

"No, don't! I beg you! Let me go! I won't say anything!"

The woman begged for mercy fiercely, but Lingyao could barely restrain her.

"Only the dead can't speak."

"No! I won't tell! I..."

Seeing that the woman was still struggling, Lingyao slapped her on the back of the neck, knocking her unconscious.

"After processing it, just throw it into the dense forest in the back mountain. Don't go in."

The author has something to say:

Do you think Lan Jin is annoying?In fact, he still has a role to play later. .I try to make him not so annoying (╥╯﹏╰╥)?