The white silk tightened again, her fingers were almost broken, and the blood was difficult to flow. Emperor Xuande opened his mouth wide and squeezed out the vague words with difficulty: "Around... life..."

Just when he thought he was going to die, the white silk on his neck loosened and he fell to the ground, gasping for breath, and the feeling of regaining the air was extremely wonderful, making every cell in his body scream happily.

"Tell me, what's going on? If you dare to lie..." The gauze curtain fluttered, gently brushing across Emperor Xuande's cheek, like the gentle hand of a lover.

Emperor Xuande shrank for a moment, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed heavily: "Teacher, please spare me, I really didn't..."

"Let's talk about it after thinking about it." The light words were filled with a singular taste, which made Emperor Xuande's words stuck.

He gritted his teeth and was about to continue to defend himself, but Yu Guang saw that the white veil was empty under the white veil in front of him and had no feet.

He suddenly looked up and glanced at the figure reflected on the curtain from beginning to end. He was standing behind the curtain, so why did he have no feet?

Thinking of the ethereal and ethereal sounds coming from all directions, and the coldness that was soaked in the bone marrow in the house, Emperor Xuande shivered.

Yinhua spoke again: "I don't want to hear a lie."

The wind blew in the house, and the curtain was blown away. Emperor Xuande clearly saw that there was no one behind the curtain!

However, when the wind stopped the curtain, the graceful figure on the snow-white curtain still existed, and even leaned over.

A drop of cold sweat rolled down his forehead. He gritted his teeth. Suddenly he got up, opened the curtain, and a Ruinao incense burner was placed on the table. Several burning incense sticks were inserted into it. The smoke scattered, and the woman's body appeared and disappeared from time to time.

"Ghost--"

Emperor Xuande screamed and turned around and ran out. Bang bang bang bang, all the windows were closed, and the curtains were dancing, like evil ghosts with teeth and claws, entangled him and dragged him back into the house.

"It seems that I really underestimated the courage of you ants." Yinhua was furious and determined to torture him hard after being disobedient again and again.

When Emperor Xuande found out that Yinhua was not a human being, he was frightened and could no longer have the intention of resisting. He explained the original story like a bean in the bamboo tube.

After digesting for a moment, Yinhua asked, "He really knew it was Princess Xiyue before he had never seen it? He asked you to hide it?"

"It's true. I thought it was strange at the time. He said he guessed it and asked me how I recognized it."

Yinhua observed his expression, which was not like making a false statement. She fell into deep thought. Princess Xiyue’s eyebrows were red, and she only told the emperors of various countries that the second prince should really not know, so how did he recognize Princess Xiyue?

Is it really just a guess?

A nine-year-old child can actually have such a scheming, conceal the news, reform and make it a success.

Yaohan is not only not the weakest among the four countries, but is even most likely the strongest under the protection of Princess Xiyue.

"It seems that I have to meet you, the third prince."

Emperor Xuande hurriedly said, "I will arrange it when I go back and let him come to the mansion to pay homage tomorrow."

"No, I'll go in person," Yinhua looked at the white and miserable Xinyue outside the window, "Go now! You go back."

Emperor Xuande almost cried with joy, responded and rolled out.

Shortly after Emperor Xuande left the palace, a black shadow flipped into Luwang Mansion, and walked through pavilions and towers to Ji Yun's study.

"What? The national master summoned His Majesty at this time?" Han Zhuo widened his eyes and looked out the window suspiciously. This black paint was so dark. Why did the national master be so anxious that he had to summon him in the middle of the night?

The visitor nodded and replied: "Your Majesty has been out of the palace for a quarter of an hour. You should see the national master now."

Han Zhuo looked at Ji Yun with a calm face: "Your Highness, this is unusual. Apart from urgent military affairs, even Your Majesty will not summon the ministers in the middle of the night. What is the national savage doing?"

Ji Yun's eyes were deep and meaningful: "She summoned anyone at midnight."

"ha?"

Han Zhuo looked confused, but Ji Yun had no intention of explaining and said to the black-clad guard: "Any moves of Father must be reported in time."

"yes!"

After seeing off the guards, Ji Yun bombed Han Zhuo away, while he looked at Zhuhuo and dazzled: Ayue's fate of being isolated for generations came largely from the control of the national teacher.

Only by overthrowing the National Master's Mansion can she get rid of her fate and grow up like an ordinary child.

However, the National Master Mansion has been passed down for tens of millions of years, and the trees are big and deep, so it is not easy to defeat them.

The national teacher is another female ghost. In the hearts of the world, she is no different from the gods. She said bluntly that she is a ghost. Not only will no one believe it, but she is also very likely to be criticized by the world.

This is difficult to do in a short period of time, I don’t know how much I can do in this life...

While thinking, the candlelight in the room swayed a few times and suddenly went out. At the same time, a cold wind blew in.

"Who!" Ji Yun pulled out the long sword on the case, stood up and scanned the room vigilantly.

Soon, he focused his mind on the slightly closed window. His wrist trembled, and the sword light rushed out like snow, shaking it, shaking the window to pieces.

After the smoke and dust disappeared, there was no one outside. However, the guards rushed over and asked nervously: "Your Highness, are there any assassins?"

Ji Yun frowned. He clearly felt someone outside the window just now, so why did he disappear?

In the flash of lightning, he remembered the cold wind, which was very similar to the scene of the Zhongyuan Festival.

He sneered: "Sir, you have come here, why not show up and talk?"

"Master of the National Master?" The guards were in agitation, looked around in surprise and nervousness, trying to find out where the National Master was.

Under the swaying shadow of the tree, a white shadow gradually appeared. The spiral of the lotus moves gently and slowly walks out of the shadow of the tree. Looking at Ji Yun's eyes full of scrutiny: "How can this sword be in your hands?"

Ji Yun's heart was slightly moved. According to the descendants of the Jiang family, after they died, Mo Li's sword was taken away by Jiang Shida. Since then, the sword has been kept in the Jiang family. It is logical that the national master has never seen it before.

When the mages of the National Master's Mansion reported afterwards, they mentioned Mo Li Jian?

"I heard that it was you who suggested to your father to conceal the birth of Princess Xiyue. What a courageous courage!" Yinhua's tone gradually became louder, and suddenly a strong wind blew around. As the shadows of the trees swayed, countless vines flew out and wrapped them towards Ji Yun.

Ji Yun danced Mo Li's sword and shattered the vines that attacked him, and the invisible coldness passed through the sword light and immersed in the skin.

Cold, cold that pierces the bone marrow.

In an instant, he felt that it was the day when the Zhongyuan Ghost Gate was opened again, and endless yin energy invaded his body.

After a stalemate for a moment, Yinhua exclaimed: "Yin Qi? How can there be the Yin Qi in hell in your body?"

She stopped, looked at Ji Yun up and down, and asked solemnly: "Who are you?"

Ji Yun pinched his palms and tried to stay awake. He threw out a piece of talisman paper while he was unprepared.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!