At that time, he made a fuss about wanting to learn, but she actually agreed in the night breeze of the lotus pond. Feng Xie could still clearly remember her soft hands on his, her fingers aligned, and her palms pressed against the back of his hands.

The four hands merged into one pair, and the playing was extremely smooth. At that time, the two people's minds were connected without any hindrance. The feeling of gently playing the music still makes Feng Xie's heart tremble when he thinks about it.

Yanbei Altar

The young priests held torches and lit the fire lamp in the mouth of the bronze pillar beast. The altar hall suddenly became bright, and the demonic red firelight reflected on the face of the tapir, making him frown in displeasure.

Shang knelt down in front of the altar and muttered something silently, without asking about the tapir's condition.

"Shang, why don't you go if I personally come to invite you?"

Ni Tapir's voice sounded a little angry. His neglect of Shang made his suppressed anger want to find an outlet to break out. Shang did not turn around. Ni Tapir waited for a moment and suddenly overturned the copper stove at hand.

The flaming charcoal spilled onto the smooth stone floor, raising dazzling sparks.

"Believe it or not, this king destroyed your mountain altar?! Not to mention these roof tiles and beams, even this Yanbei Mountain Range, I will blow it up for you!"

Shang waited quietly for him to finish speaking, then slowly turned around, stood up from the futon with a hunched body, and walked towards the tapir step by step with a cane. The tapir backed away a little guilty, but looked into Shang's sharp eyes.

In his eyes, there was no anger as expected.

"Master Hou..."

Thinking of Shang's old voice, the tapir held his breath and looked at him.

"Concubine Li's body is not a disease, it's a poison. There is a poison secretly prepared by Beili in her body. In order to survive, she used the method of fighting poison with poison. Now the toxins in her body are mixed and she is already terminally ill. No one can save her!"

The tapir's expression froze, eyes widened angrily, and asked: "Why is there my poison from Beili?"

Shang stood there and tapped the ground with his crutches. After a while, several young priests came over and quickly cleaned the ground.

"Master Marquis, you have to ask Concubine Li yourself about this! I think the Jian family is a descendant of the gods, and it is really sad that they are now in such decline. If we really want to save her, the only way to save her is to exchange blood!"

"Blood exchange? How to change it? Who can I find to change it?"

Shang shook his head. He looked up at the chi-shaped gold carvings on the top of his head and sighed: "It's so easy to find the blood of the Gods. Apart from Jian Mu Cheng, there is only one person in the world!"

"who?"

"Master Hou, have you ever heard of the 'Rebellion of Actors'?"

"The Actor Rebellion? Are you talking about the scandal of an opera actor and the Queen Mother having an affair?" Tapir looked at Shang, wondering why he would mention such a thing.

"Yes, it is said that the actor has a pair of golden eyes!"

"What happened next?"

"The actor and the Queen Mother are also pregnant with a son."

"Pregnant with a child? Who?"

Shang was helpless: "Who knows the secrets of the palace? I'm afraid he won't be allowed to live!"

"Shang, is there nothing we can do?" Tapir's words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them completely. Shang looked at him with a lost expression, and suddenly asked seriously: "Whose child is that?"

The tapir was stunned for a moment. He met Shang's sharp eyes, and the expression in his eyes changed. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind and said solemnly: "My..."

Xize Nuanfeng Pavilion

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty?" Feng Xie's shoulder was pushed gently, and he recovered from Jian Yao's memory. When he turned around, he saw that Tapirang and the prefect had already retreated, leaving only Feng Xie.

Ling didn't know when she snuggled close to her. At that time, he clamored to learn, but she actually agreed in the night breeze of the lotus pond. Feng Xie returned.

I can clearly remember that she put a pair of soft hands on his, with her ten fingers aligned and her palm against the back of his hand. Her four hands merged into a pair and she played extremely smoothly. At that time, the two people's minds were connected.

Without any hindrance, the feeling of the gentle movement still makes Feng Xie's heart tremble when he thinks about it.

Yanbei Altar

The young priests held torches and lit the fire lamp in the mouth of the bronze pillar beast. The altar hall suddenly became bright, and the demonic red firelight reflected on the face of the tapir, making him frown in displeasure.

Shang knelt down in front of the altar and muttered something silently, without asking about the tapir's condition.

"Shang, why don't you go if I personally come to invite you?"

Ni Tapir's voice sounded a little angry. His neglect of Shang made his suppressed anger want to find an outlet to break out. Shang did not turn around. Ni Tapir waited for a moment and suddenly overturned the copper stove at hand.

The flaming charcoal spilled onto the smooth stone floor, raising dazzling sparks.

"Believe it or not, this king destroyed your mountain altar?! Not to mention these roof tiles and beams, even this Yanbei Mountain Range, I will blow it up for you!"

Shang waited quietly for him to finish speaking, then slowly turned around, stood up from the futon with a hunched body, and walked towards the tapir step by step with a cane. The tapir backed away a little guilty, but looked into Shang's sharp eyes.

In his eyes, there was no anger as expected.

"Master Hou..."

Thinking of Shang's old voice, the tapir held his breath and looked at him.

"Concubine Li's body is not a disease, it's a poison. There is a poison secretly prepared by Beili in her body. In order to survive, she used the method of fighting poison with poison. Now the toxins in her body are mixed and she is already terminally ill. No one can save her!"

The tapir's expression froze, eyes widened angrily, and asked: "Why is there my poison from Beili?"

Shang stood there and tapped the ground with his crutches. After a while, several young priests came over and quickly cleaned the ground.

"Master Marquis, you have to ask Concubine Li yourself about this! I think the Jian family is a descendant of the gods, and it is really sad that they are now in such decline. If we really want to save her, the only way to save her is to exchange blood!"

"Blood exchange? How to change it? Who can I find to change it?"

Shang shook his head. He looked up at the chi-shaped gold carvings on the top of his head and sighed: "It's so easy to find the blood of the Gods. Apart from Jian Mu Cheng, there is only one person in the world!"

"who?"

"Master Hou, have you ever heard of the 'Rebellion of Actors'?"

"The Actor Rebellion? Are you talking about the scandal of an opera actor and the Queen Mother having an affair?" Tapir looked at Shang, wondering why he would mention such a thing.

"Yes, it is said that the actor has a pair of golden eyes!"

"What happened next?"

"The actor and the Queen Mother are also pregnant with a son."

"Pregnant with a child? Who?"

Shang was helpless: "Who knows the secrets of the palace? I'm afraid he won't be allowed to live!"

"Shang, is there nothing we can do?" Tapir's words were stuck in his throat and he couldn't say them completely. Shang looked at him with a lost expression, and suddenly asked seriously: "Whose child is that?"

The tapir was stunned for a moment. He met Shang's sharp eyes, and the expression in his eyes changed. After a while, he seemed to have made up his mind and said solemnly: "My..."

Xize Nuanfeng Pavilion

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty?" Feng Xie's shoulder was pushed gently, and he recovered from Jian Yao's memory. When he turned around, he saw that Tapirang and the prefect had already retreated, leaving only Feng Xie.
Chapter completed!