Master is a white moonlight

In early autumn, there are crimson sunset glows in the vast sky, and the clouds are completely dyed, magnificent and dazzling.

The Albizia Julibrissin in the whole palace is blooming like a brocade, clustered like red clouds in the sky.

A gust of breeze passed by, the petals fluttered with the wind, and a rain of pink flowers began to fall in the sky.

The high priest stood alone under the acacia tree, a crescent white robe dragged to the ground, a white jade crown was tied on top of his head in a regular manner, a little black hair was tied between his temples, and the rest of the white hair was scattered on his back.

With his hands behind his back, he looked at the layers of sunset in the sky with an indifferent expression.

"Reporting to the high priest, an assassin has sneaked into the princess' bedroom!" The shadow suddenly appeared from the treetops, knelt on one knee in the soil, and clasped his fists.

Xuan Qiao turned around slowly, with a disdainful smile on the corner of her mouth, "Assassin?"

"Back to the high priest, she is a female assassin." Shadow replied in a respectful and deep voice, still keeping his head down.

"Female Assassin?!" Xuan Qiu asked in confusion as a flash of light flashed in her amber eyes.

Flicking her long sleeves, Xuan Qiao strode towards the princess' bedroom.

I walked too fast, and some velvet flowers of the acacia tree were stained on the edge of my white boots.Along the way, flowers bloom every step of the way.

Passing through several Qionglou palaces along the way, the maids holding lamps in front of the palaces lowered their heads and greeted them softly and respectfully.

"High Priest, Wan An."

Xuan Qiao ignored it, and finally stopped in front of a palace with a roof covered with red glazed tiles.

"High Priest..." The princess's personal servant girl held a torch in her hand, and hurriedly bowed to the high priest.

Before he finished speaking, he saw the high priest gently waving his long sleeves at him, and the servant girl stopped her mouth tactfully.

Now it was Xu time, Zhu Hua was about to light the palace lanterns outside the princess bedroom, but he heard that assassins had infiltrated the bedroom, and before he had time to find out, he saw the high priest rushing over.

The moment Zhu Hua lowered his head, he suddenly saw some velvet flowers of the acacia tree stuck to the high priest's feet.

With a sound of "Plop", Zhu Hua knelt down on both knees, leaned over to the ground, and pinched the velvet off the edge of the high priest's shoes with his fingertips.

Zhu Hua was terrified of the high priest to the bone, scarier than seeing a ghost, making him terrified.

For Zhu Hua, the palace change ten years ago is still fresh in his memory, and the source of so many nightmares originated from this.

Overnight, the stone steps of the entire palace were dripping with blood, and the air was filled with a disgusting and frightening smell of blood, which could not dissipate for a long time.

The guards cleaned the stone steps with buckets of water, from Maoshi to Shenshi, and only then did they restore the stone steps to their original appearance.

Zhu Hua was the only survivor among all the palace maids, not for anything else, but because she was Princess Fengyi's personal maid.

Several months later, Princess Feng Yi suddenly disappeared, and no one knew where she was going.Since then, Princess Feng Yi's bedroom has been sealed off.

The high priest ordered that the dormitory must be kept in its original appearance, and that it would be cleaned every day by someone specially assigned to burn incense, and the bouquet of lilies in the vase was also changed every day.

With a sound of "crash", Xuanqi pushed open the carved nanmu door of the sleeping hall with both hands.

In the sleeping hall, carved sandalwood is used as pillars and beams, which are criss-crossed and orderly but not chaotic.

The seven-foot-wide agarwood bed is hung with elegant tents made of crocodile silk, swaying in the wind, like clouds dancing.

The bed was covered with a soft brocade quilt, embellished with gold silk, and embroidered with intricate phoenix patterns.

In front of the bed is a tall and reborn bronze candlestick, with nine white scented candles entrenched on it, and the candlelight flickers like a bright moon outside the window.

The woman on the bed was wearing a dark green dress, curled up on her side on the big bed.His brows were furrowed all the time, and his thick eyelashes were covered with crystal clear teardrops.

Xuan Qiao walked to the front of the bed, and gently opened the curtain with her beautiful fingers like green bamboo.

The moment she saw the woman's face clearly, Xuan Qiao's usually calm face rippled, and her amber pupils suddenly dilated.

"High Priest, this woman has somehow entered the princess' bedroom..." The maid who was in charge of burning incense stood aside, trembling like sifting chaff, whispering.

In this deep palace, the lives of the servants are like ants, and there is a possibility of killing them anytime, anywhere.

The high priest turned his head, glared at the maid beside him, and raised his right middle finger to his lips.

The maid immediately understood and quickly swallowed the words in her mouth.

"Go down." Xuan Qiao waved her hand lightly to the maidservant, "Don't come in without my order."

"Here." The maid bowed and bowed her head before retreating.

Xuan Qiao took a step forward, sat on the edge of the bed, and quietly looked at the woman on the bed.

The white and slender fingers landed on the woman's eyebrows, then to the tip of the nose, and finally stopped at the corners of the lips, as if touching a fine work of art.

"After all, she is willing to let you go back." Xuan Qiao's red lips parted slightly, a drop of crystal tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, and she said with firm expression, "I will never let you escape again as a teacher."

Leng Yizhen had a long, long dream, in which Shen Han and Mo Yu appeared in front of her at the same time.Forced myself to choose between the two.The party that is abandoned will disappear completely.Not only will the body dissipate, but the soul will also disappear completely.

"No!" Leng Yizhen was so frightened that his head was covered with cold sweat, he sat up suddenly from the bed, panting heavily.

"Xian'er woke up." A faint smile overflowed from the corner of Xuan Qiao's mouth, and she said happily, "But did you have a nightmare?"

"Mo Yu...you're not dead!" Leng Yijiao was stunned for a moment, then hugged Xuan Mou tightly in his arms, weeping with joy, "Great! I knew it... .you are not dead...."

Xuan Qiao's hands also wrapped around Leng Yijiao's waist, feeling the slightly trembling shoulders of the person in her arms from sobbing, the expression on her face was either happy or sad.

Feeling the other person's heartbeat clearly in his chest, Xuanqi didn't want to let go at this moment.

Xuan love moved closer to Leng Yijiao's smooth neck, first she stuck out the tip of her tongue and licked it lightly, and then kissed it hard.

Leng Yijian's neck was numb and a little painful after being kissed, so he couldn't help frowning slightly.But she also raised her neck slightly to cooperate with Xuan Qian's kiss, and slowly closed a pair of long and narrow eyes, the thick and slender eyelashes quivering from time to time.

"Mo Yu, where is this place?" Leng Yijiao was pressed down by Xuan Qiao, her long light brown hair was scattered on the big bed, and the hair on her forehead was slightly wet with sweat.

"Don't mention that actor's name in front of the teacher." Xuan Moi's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she said three words coldly, "She is not worthy."

"Master?" Leng Yijiao tentatively called out, not knowing who the person in front of him was.

With the help of the flickering candlelight, he took a careful look at the up and down of the person in front of him.

The woman looks exactly the same as Shen Han, and of course it can be said that she looks exactly the same as Mo Yu, and she exudes a permeating chill that makes people dare not approach her.

Wearing a luxurious crescent white gown, the phoenix totem is embroidered on the cuffs of the waist, and a blue silk is standing in the white jade crown.

Brocade clothes and satin, white jade as the crown, this kind of attire is almost the same as that of the ancients.

Could it be that he has come to the third space?Is this person the next target?

What about Mo Yu?How is Mo Yu now? !is she still alive !

"You're not the master!" Leng Yizhen hurriedly pulled the quilt beside her to cover her chest, backed away in fear, "Who are you?"

"Don't you even remember being a teacher?" Xuan Qiao was a little annoyed, her beautiful eyebrows were slightly frowned, and she said firmly, "I guess it must have been done by that demon."

"Who the hell are you?" Leng Yijiao had already retreated to the corner, and there was nowhere else to retreat.

"I am the High Priest of the Kingdom of Ji, Xuan Qiao." Xuan Qiao stood up and looked at Leng Yijiao with eyes that looked down on the world.

Leng Yizhen suddenly understood that he was already in the third space at this moment.And this person in front of him is the target of the third space—Xuan Qiao.

At the beginning, Leng Yijian took two pills at the same time. After the effect of one pill in his body dissipated, he would automatically go to the next space.

Taking advantage of Leng Yizhen's dazed trance, Xuan Qian leaned down and pressed Leng Yizhen under her body again.

"Xian'er, let's continue." Xuan Qiao's mouth curled into a wicked smile, and he kissed Leng Yiluo's neck again.

"You..." Leng Yizhen bit her lower lip fiercely, pushed Xuanqi away with both hands, raised her finger to point to the door, and boldly said loudly, "Get out!"

Xuan Qiao laughed lightly, straightened up slowly, and said indifferently, "Since Jian'er doesn't want to, I won't make it difficult for you as a teacher."

Hearing this, Leng Yizhen breathed a sigh of relief, curled up in the corner, and kept staring at the person in front of him.

Xuanqi stood up and stood tall in front of the bed, with a wicked smile on the corner of her mouth, "Welcome back, my beloved Princess Fengyi."

Princess Fengyi? !

Leng Yizhen didn't know why this person called him that. After he recovered, Xuan Ling had already left the bedroom and disappeared from his sight.

He vaguely heard Xuan Ling's voice from outside, and then the palace door was pushed open again.

There was a rush of broken steps, and Leng Yizhen leaned out when he heard the sound, and saw a woman in palace attire appearing in the bedroom.

With a "plop", the woman knelt on the ground with both knees, and her entire upper body bent over the ground.

"Your Majesty sees the princess!" Zhu Hua held back his tears, not daring to lose his sense of proportion in front of the princess, and was very happy in his heart.

She never thought that ten years later, she would still be able to see Princess Feng Yi, and the princess's appearance hadn't changed a bit.

"Who are you?" Leng Yizhen sat up slowly, got off the bed with bare feet, and walked in front of the woman in palace costume.

"The servant is the princess's personal maid, Zhu Hua." Zhu Hua didn't dare to raise his head, but still bent down on the ground, and replied respectfully.

"Where is this?" Leng Yizhen frowned slightly, looking around the entire strange bedroom.

"Your Highness, this is your bedroom." Zhu Hua was taken aback for a moment, and then answered immediately.

"I... can't remember anything." Leng Yijiao said in a low voice, and turned around quickly.

Thinking about it, I had to pretend to have amnesia first, and then find a way to complete the task and leave here as soon as possible.