The forbidden palace seems peaceful, but the palace people who are familiar with the palace are even more wary. No one dares to approach the magnificent Xianhuang Palace! Just because that is where Beitangxian is staying at this moment.

In front of the two-person-high palace door, Beitang Lie, dressed in a blue-grey robe, stood upright in front of the door. There was a terrifying storm between his brows, and there was a fierce flame hidden in his phoenix eyes that looked exactly like Beitang Xian, like a tower.

The volcano is about to erupt, exuding a terrifying aura.

Huang Ziyuan was leaning against a pillar as if he were boneless. He was dressed in a purple robe and his face was like a crown jewel. His fingers were unconsciously toying with the accessories on his waist. He seemed lazy and carefree, but no one could notice the sharp coldness in his eyes.

Suddenly, his unfocused eyes met a stalwart figure who was getting closer and closer. His crimson lips raised a sarcastic arc, looking straight at the figure with no fear in his eyes.

"Lie, your royal uncle is here." Huang Ziyuan's words were full of ridicule.

Can you not ridicule? It has been three days since Beitangxian was injured. In these three days, Beitangyun, as the emperor's uncle, has stepped into Beitangxian's territory for the first time, and three days ago Beitangxian

Yun Zai didn't care at the scene, ignoring the rumors that had spread all over the sky.

The sparks in Beitang Lie's eyes instantly ignited. He turned around suddenly and looked at the tall white figure. He smiled, but the lines of his lips were stiff and cold: "Uncle Sixth Emperor is here. Shouldn't my nephew kneel down and invite you?"

install?"

The sharp eyes, the intimidating momentum, the disrespectful questions! He was still indifferent to the fact that the emperor brother was in danger, and even expressed his kindness to Beitang Yun in the night sky. Beitang Lie really wanted to kill people.

Beitang Yun was still dressed in spotless white brocade, and his grace was even more domineering, but also strangely mixed with a touch of softness and warmth. His clear voice did not contain a trace of guilt or resignation: "No need, how is Xian?"

Beitang Yun concealed the evil and ruthless look in his eyes, but he was still gentle and gentle, and his attitude was friendly and natural. It was not at all like the rumors from the outside world that 'King Dayun wanted to watch Prince Xian die.'

"Humph! Brother Huang is blessed with great fortune, he will not die no matter who dies!" Beitang Lie replied with a sneer, clenching his fists, holding back and rushing forward to have a fight with Beitang Yun!

"Oh? You mean that Beitangxian can be compared to Long Live Master? Although I also hope that my nephew will live a long life, sometimes it is better to be careful when speaking. After all... Beitangxian is not incompetent.

Invincible!" Beitang Yun's eyes gleamed, and his words that seemed to be smiling but not smiling hid a fierce danger.

Beitang Lie turned his back instantly, but was held down by Huang Ziyuan. Huang Ziyuan glanced sideways at Beitang Yun, and his melodious voice was slightly teasing, straightforward and provocative: "What King Dayun said is wrong, isn't it? I really hope my nephew will grow up."

Why are you still watching the fun at this critical moment when you live to be a hundred years old?"

Beitang Yun's face suddenly turned to the side, but he didn't say anything. In the blink of an eye, his expression was neither happy nor angry again: "Mr. Huang, this is my king's family matter. It's not appropriate for Mr. Huang to interrupt, right?"

His words contained a hidden warning, but they were not explicit. He seemed to be slightly afraid of Huang Ziyuan, which was really thought-provoking.

Outside, the three grown men were bickering and quarreling with hidden dangers, but inside there was a feeling of depression.

The antique room has carved beams and painted walls, and a lit dragon incense burns slowly in the room. A series of dark tones exude a low-key luxury, just like Beitang Xian, who is restrained and indifferent.

There is a petite figure looming behind a glass bead curtain. She is wearing a purple gauze skirt. Under the thin gauze skirt, her petite body is curled up at the foot of the big bed like a cat. Her long hair is pouring down like a waterfall, and her white hair is white.

The porcelain-like skin is looming.

An Qixi's cat-eye eyelashes were curled and trembling, and her face was unfathomably complicated. She would never forget that day when Beitang Xian flew at her with all his might. He could clearly dodge the arrow but still ignored it. How deeply moved she was.

The impact on her was so deep.

She still couldn't understand why Beitangxian was so desperate to save her? Shouldn't he hate her? She was a substitute who was captured, not the person in his heart, but he saved her again and again

.

Is it to stimulate An Chuyi? Or something else? She couldn't think of anything. For three days, he felt dizzy and she couldn't think about it.

Her little hand came to his chest, slowly got into his clothes, and touched the irritating scar on his left chest that snaked around his heart. His chest felt a little stuffy. Fortunately, the doctor said that it was the right side that was injured this time.

If the left side of the chest is injured again, the heart will be damaged twice and even gods will not be able to save Beitangxian!

Has he ever been injured in the heart? How lucky that he could survive in ancient times when medical skills were backward! Such long scars and hideous wounds are enough to prove how deep the injury was at that time. Why was he injured?

"Ah!" An Qixi suddenly moaned softly in pain, and put her left hand on her heart. There was a violent twitch there just now, as if she was hurt by something sad.

Her eyes looked at the injury on Beitangxian's chest with confusion. She didn't know why, and suddenly she felt that this scene and this heartache seemed familiar, as if she had experienced it before.

Her jade hands caressed his slightly thin but still handsome face, and her little head gently rubbed against his neck, with an unconscious tenderness and pity. Her soft voice lingered between her lips and teeth, as gentle as a whisper from Wu Nong.

Lingering: "Beitangxian, I suddenly feel that you are so familiar, as if I held you like this a long, long time ago!"

"You know, you are so complicated. I really can't understand you. You are indifferent, you are gentle, you are cruel, you are affectionate. There are so many you, but which one is you? Do you have to face it?

The An Chuyi...is the real you?"

When she thought that An Chuyi had been lucky enough to receive Beitangxian's wholehearted love, An Qixi felt upset and depressed for no reason, and her arms holding Beitangxian tightened unconsciously, as if to defend her sovereignty.

Maybe it really meant that Cao Cao was about to arrive. Suddenly, there was a burst of noise and shouting outside the door, which was also mixed with the weak cry of a woman. An Qixi's eyes were like the North Pole of ice, frozen thousands of miles away!

An Chuyi! Why is she here?

As soon as she walked to the door, the door was pushed open by someone. The fragrant wind filled her nostrils, and a sharp palm wind roared, accompanied by An Chuyi's vicious roar: "Bitch! You killed my string
Chapter completed!