jdhmnovel Chapter 248 The palace of the person in the cold palace is on fire
Chapter 248 The palace of the person in the cold palace is on fire
Linglong got off the carriage, turned around and helped Zi'an down. Her fingertips brushed across the soul-calming bead on his wrist. A wisp of black gas lingered around her fingertips, and the box in the carriage was wrapped in the black gas and disappeared.
Zi'an noticed Linglong's movements and roughly knew that the beads on his wrist contained his sister's evil spirit.
Thinking of this, he tilted his head to look at the woman next to him who was taller than him, his eyes full of tenderness.
Linglong led Zi'an to the Princess's Mansion. When they passed the kneeling people, the embarrassed woman in front shouted angrily, "Ji Dijin, are you really not afraid of becoming an enemy of Zhongzhou?"
Linglong didn't stop, but Shang Qiaoshan came forward with a cold face and slapped her several times, "How dare you be rude in front of His Highness, is this the only etiquette you have in Zhongzhou?"
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Seeing this, Ming Si, who was a step behind, raised his eyebrows, put away the whip at his waist, and followed the two masters.
The spiritual power level of Lord Yao is at the Golden Core Stage, so the young city lord of Zhongzhou is afraid that he will suffer.
However, where on earth did this guy get the courage? He is only in the Foundation Establishment Stage, but he dares to yell at his master. He is really not afraid of death.
"Throw it back to the embassy. If it causes trouble again, drive it out of Nanling."
A cold voice came from the front. Without giving the kneeling people a chance to speak, Shang Qiaoshan put on a malicious smile and quickly knocked several people unconscious. Several figures flashed in the dark and took the people on the ground away.
As soon as he stepped into Jinhua Palace, Zi'an was stunned. Under the moonlight, there were two women in white kneeling on one knee in front of the palace.
Ming Si and Shang Qiaoshan, who were following behind the two women, also looked over curiously. They couldn't actually see through the cultivation level of these two women.
Linglong ignored everything except Zi'an, led him back to the bedroom, took off the fox fur coat on Zi'an, and said softly, "An'an, go wash up first."
Zi'an thought about what she had to deal with, so he stepped forward, put his arms around her slender waist, and kissed her lips on tiptoe: "Okay, sister, hurry up."
Linglong's eyes were deep, and she raised her hand to pinch the soft flesh on the back of Zian's neck, "Okay."
Linglong stepped out of the palace and handed a jade bottle to Ming Si who was guarding the palace door, "Pour this into the hot spring bath and let the master soak for a full incense stick."
Ming Si took the porcelain bottle with both hands and said respectfully, "Here."
Linglong withdrew her hand and said in a clear voice: "Shang Qiaoshan will wait in the study, the rest of you can leave."
Shang Qiaoshan and the maids and slaves who were serving them all bowed and took their leave.
When there were only three people left in front of the hall, Linglong's overwhelming pressure pressed down on the two of them.
Linglong walked down the stairs, and with every step she took, the pressure grew stronger.
The two men's backs were soon bent, and blood flowed from the corners of their lips.
The frosty breath hit them in the face, and the two men could no longer hold back and spat out blood.
Linglong stopped three steps away from the two of them, her posture stern, her fingertips twisting the white jade ring on her finger bones, her thin lips slightly parted, her voice cold: "Before you die, tell me why you are taking action without an imperial edict?"
The woman on the left couldn't help but cough up another mouthful of blood. She wiped the blood off the corner of her lips with a handkerchief with shaking hands. She raised both hands, held her left hand with her right hand and pushed it forward, saying respectfully: "I am Duiyue of Duige to see the Emperor. I am here to cooperate with Fenlinglou Temple. I heard that the Emperor is here, so I came without a decree to ask for punishment from the Emperor."
Dui Yue's voice was as gentle as water, and apart from his unstable breathing, he did not reveal any emotion.
But she had already been cursing in her heart, this bastard Xuanzhu actually dared to trick her into coming here. If she managed to get through safely this time, she would definitely skin this guy alive.
The woman on the right did not spit out blood. She straightened her back which had just been bent. She lowered her eyes and raised her hand to salute, "I am Mu Cheng from Xuanhuang Palace. I am here to see the Emperor. I am here to ask for punishment."
When Dui Yue heard this, he turned around and looked at Mu Cheng who had died bravely, and almost strangled him to death.
You bastard, don't pull her if you want to die.
Just when the two thought they were going to die here today, their unfathomable emperor turned and left... left!
A cold and indifferent voice came: "Go to the flower hall and kneel down."
A blunt knife entering the flesh is the most painful. She shouldn't have come.
Linglong pushed open the door of the study, and Shang Qiaoshan was kneeling in the middle of the hall.
"Qian Xin, three things. First, contact Mingsha, and transfer all the elite cultivators of Group A of Shalou to protect the master.
Second, find two smart people around you to serve the master.
Third, at the end of the month, the Fusheng Auction House will be closed."
Shang Qiaoshan saluted and said respectfully: "Qian Xin obeys your command."
The night is as dark as water and the moon is bright in the sky.
Cold palace.
Ji Lanhuang, dressed in dark uniform, pushed open the dilapidated gate and walked in.
The moonlight shone on the dilapidated and simple palace, and the cold wind whistled through the broken window frames.
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The door of the palace was opened, and a slender figure walked slowly towards the bed in the corner. He stopped by the lampstand and lit a candle.
The dim temple became brighter and warmer because of this touch of warm yellow.
But the person on the bed didn't feel any warmth, he only felt that the person who came was more terrifying than a ghost.
"Uh, ho ho..."
The person on the bed couldn't move, and could only be seen shivering.
Ji Lanhuang walked closer, ignoring the pungent smell in the air, and looked down at the person on the couch with a cold look.
"Feng Jun, it's time to get going."
The skinny man, covered only with a thin blanket, opened his eyes wide in horror, opened his tongueless mouth, and gasped for breath.
There was no emotion in Ji Lanhuang's eyes. She just said softly, "You lost! She didn't come to look for you or...your daughter."
As soon as he finished speaking, the man's eyes, which had already widened with fear, now seemed to bulge out.
Ji Lanhuang smiled and murmured to herself, "From the beginning to the end, you are not as good as him. No... I should say, you... are not comparable."
After saying this, he turned and left.
However, after hearing Ji Lanhuang's words, the person on the couch's pupils contracted violently, he gasped for breath, his whole body trembled, and then his pupils widened and he died.
Ji Lanhuang, who was outside the door, strode out of the cold palace and said in a light voice: "It's burned."
"Yes." A ruthless voice came from the darkness.
The flames from the cold palace shot up into the sky, illuminating half of the imperial palace red.
Shou'an Palace.
"What did you say?"
The man's hoarse voice was full of disbelief.
A person was kneeling behind the peony screen, shivering and saying, "The palace of the person in the cold palace is on fire."
The man on the couch stood up, staggered out, and grabbed the kneeling servant.
"Is the person still alive?"
"You can just ask me this question, Madam."
A voice as gentle as the spring breeze came from the direction of the palace gate.
Lady Ning turned her head to look over, and saw Ji Lanhuang, dressed in a black suit, walking over the threshold.
When Ji Lanhuang entered the palace, the servants inside retreated.
Ji Lanhuang walked to the main seat and sat down, looking at Cao Yuning who was slumped on the ground, "Why, a useless chess piece can still threaten you, the man behind the scenes?"
Cao Yuning's pupils dilated, and he blurted out: "You know everything?"
Ji Lanhuang smiled, stroking a gold-threaded, glazed jade hairpin with her fingertips.
"Yeah, I don't know some things until now, but it's not too late. It feels good to see you standing at the highest point and then falling into the mud."
His voice was as gentle as the breeze, but his words chilled one's bones.