Li Ye was like an old monk entering into meditation and sat on Diaoyutai. After the Saint's words came to his mouth, he just drank the glass of wine.

The house was peaceful and peaceful, but the situation outside the window changed suddenly. There was no way that Shao Siming could move. More than a dozen green leaf chains appeared like flying blades, suddenly appeared, rising from the ground in the courtyard, passing through the windowsill plane from different directions, and heading straight to the roof of the room.

"Wanye Feihua? Today is just enough to understand!" The Saint Girl on the roof snorted faintly.

Accompanied by a bell, the eaves and green tiles, carved beams and painted buildings suddenly appeared in detail. The darkness under the moonlight was swallowed by the sudden burst of white light, and countless green leaves were shattered in the sky, dancing outside the window, like snowflakes in the storm.

At the same time, a horse suddenly cut through the night sky on the roof where Li Ye was located and slashed towards Shao Siming.

Shao Siming stretched his arms and his body was like a floating leaf, which had quietly floated up from the eaves. Ling Yi's clothes spread like a butterfly in front of the full moon, and his fingertips were like candlelight. As the spirit fire drew a large circle on his chest, the green leaves floating from all directions gathered to her chest and rotated into a huge leaf ball.

Before the White Pian was faced, the leaf ball on Shao Siming's chest was pushed out. After the two phases encountered, nothing could be seen clearly in the air, and there was only the green leaf craze that covered the stars and the moon.

After most of the green leaves scattered outside the window, Li Ye saw that although Shao Siming was still floating in front of the full moon, he had already taken back nearly ten steps.

However, the Saint Ji, who was never in Li Ye's sight on the roof, did not take this opportunity to rush over. Obviously, although she was better than this move, she did not have much.

"The eldest son Siming has been in seclusion for a long time, and now his cultivation strength has increased greatly, which is no longer the same as before entering the realm of the realm before." Li Ye made a judgment in his heart.

The battle has not stopped.

A white long sword penetrated the broken leaf curtain, and the giant python extended from the opposite loft to the roof here. The scarlet halo was filled with, so red that Bai Lian was covered with a layer of blood.

"Barewell, it's a good thing!"

The voice of the Holy Girl rang again.

With a buzzing roar, the spiritual waves swung rapidly on the roof. Li Ye could no longer watch the fire across the bank, because the green tiles on the roof had been overturned and broke into powder in an instant, covering his eyes, and the smoke and dust fell like clouds, almost pouring Li Ye's head.

He looked up and saw that the white lien, like a giant python under the Milky Way, was flying back, the ribbons on the Saint Ji's clothes covered with fans were still flying, and the six pages of the six flower skirt were just falling back, and a beautiful spring light suddenly appeared and disappeared in the dissipated white light.

With a swish, the Holy Li put away the folding fan, stood with his hands behind his back, and said lightly: "I am worthy of being the eldest son. I have the ability to kill people and demons, and I also have the charm of the whole country. I will open my eyes today."

Li Ye keenly noticed that Sheng Ji was holding the folding fan's hand behind him, and trembling slightly before she could really stabilize.

He had an enlightenment in his heart: "The cultivation of this Saint Prince is really not to be underestimated. She fought against the eldest son's life with her own strength, but she was not at a disadvantage. During the fierce battle, she could still distribute some spiritual energy on me and help me block the scattered dust. It was really not easy."

The monk in the Qingyi Yamen, the great young master, has the highest combat power, which is similar to Song Jiao. Now it seems that Song Jiao dares not say that she can defeat the Saint.

He no longer needed the other party to simulate the breath of the real human realm for him to confuse others' attention. After seeing Li Yan return to Chonglou, he was given a magic weapon that looked like a jade pendant and wore it on his body. The function of the jade pendant was to keep the breath of the real human realm at any time.

——He is no longer an ordinary person without cultivation. These days, the Holy Master has improved his cultivation by piled up elixirs, which has already brought him to the Qi training stage. However, the time is still short and his cultivation is not high, so he is better than nothing.

When taking those elixirs that were destined to have no effect, Li Ye was calm inside. In order to match the effects of the elixir, he had to draw some cultivation power from the Tianjing.

On the eaves of the opposite roof, the eldest son Siming stood side by side. A few dozen steps away from their bodies, several figures appeared almost out of thin air, surrounding them, each with fluctuations in the real human realm.

After the Saint Ji finished speaking, neither side took action again. The battle was strangely stopped at this moment.

Two gazes fell on Li Ye at the same time. He felt the weight of these two gazes, mixed with many unspeakable emotions - of course, it was the gaze from the eldest son Siming, one of which was filled with emotion.

The two of them did not go to see the masters of the Fantasy Music Floor appearing around them, nor did they talk to Li Maozhen, but instead saluted Li Ye in the room where there was no roof. "The eldest son Siming greets His Highness!"

The sound was a little low and cold, which was the sound of Dasiming.

Li Ye'an sat at the table and did not get up. Because the Holy Ji helped him block the dust, the wine and food on his table were still clean. He heard the voice of Dasi Ming and smiled slightly: "Since you are here, come and drink a few glasses. The fine wine in Huanyinfang is pretty good, but don't let Saint Ji down with good intentions."

The eldest son Siming looked at each other, flew over without any hesitation, and held a salute again in front of Li Ye.

Shao Siming, who had a gauze scarf, stared at Li Ye with obsidian eyes, as clear as a spring, but also as agile as if he could speak; Da Siming's face was as frost and snowy as if he had no special emotions.

The Holy Master slowly fell down and sat next to Miss Xu across the table. She waved her hand, and all the experts in the Huanyinfang around her retreated and hid in the dark. Then she looked at Li Ye and smiled: "King An is indeed King An. No matter where he goes, he is very grand. But today, the eldest son Si Ming went to Huanyinfang at night, which seems to be a guest."

The eldest son Siming did not sit down and did not really go to drink. After taking the ceremony, he stood behind Li Ye and formed a distant confrontation with the Holy Ji.

Li Ye chuckled, "The Holy Master is such a bad word. The Lone King was born in Chang'an and grew up in Chang'an, and he was even the prince of the Tang Dynasty. If I really want to discuss the host and the guest, I am the master here."

"Oh?" The Holy Ji raised her long charming eyebrows, slapped the folding fan in her hand, then placed it on the table, picked up the wine pot, poured a glass of wine for herself, and raised it to Li Ye: "We are all ministers of the dynasty. In this Chang'an, don't talk about the host and the guest, just drink it?"

"This is OK." Li Ye also poured wine and raised his glass.

The two of them drank each other, and after drinking at the same time, they put down their glasses together.

Then Li Ye stood up and bowed slightly to the pilgrimage to the Saint Ji, "There will be a date later."

The Holy Master then stood up and made a gesture of bowing hands, "It is a blessing for us to meet King An this time. King An is here, please don't forget your agreement with King Qi."

Li Ye said: "This is natural."

As he said that, Li Ye took a step away. Before leaving, he suddenly paused and looked back at the Holy Master.

To be precise, he looked at the folding fan on the table.

Since this folding fan was used by the Saint Ji to fight against the enemy in the battle just now, it is naturally not an ordinary thing.

However, no matter how Li Ye looked at it, he felt that this folding fan looked familiar.

......

After coming out of Chonglou, Li Ye's steps were gentle. Behind him, there were several monks from Huanyinfang who gradually gathered and followed behind the team. In addition to the second commander, even Miss Xu was supported.

Dasiming turned around and looked at these people coldly, and asked Li Ye hesitantly: "Your Highness, is this?"

Li Ye waved his hand and signaled that the other party didn't have to care. "Li Maozhen's messenger, don't pay too much attention."

The eldest son Siming looked at each other, and although there were still doubts in his eyes, he did not ask any further questions.

Leaving Huanyinfang, Li Ye got into the carriage prepared by the Holy Master. Following the guards of the Great Shao Shiming and the monks of Huanyinfang, he drove towards the An Palace without any haste.

The An Palace of Chang'an City is Li Ye's hometown. Even though he was in Pinglu before, there was no reason for abandonment here. After Li Maozhen captured Chang'an, he strictly controlled the entire city, but he did not let his subordinates trespass the palace. Before, he did not make any trouble now.

The Qi Mansion and Huanyinfang were very close to the An Mansion, and soon the carriage entered the mansion.

This time when he returned to Chang'an, Li Ye had not come home yet. This was his first time returning. Interestingly, when he was in Huanyinfang, he pretended to recite the layout and composition of the An Prince's Mansion and painted a lot.

Because there were people from Huanyinfang following him, Li Ye didn't say much to the eldest son Siming along the way.

"His Royal Highness An, was Miss Xu sent to the room?"

As soon as Li Ye got off the carriage, the second commander came forward to inquire.

Li Ye glanced at Miss Xu and said lightly: "No need."

He knew that Miss Xu came to him tonight with a mission, and this should be instructed by Huanyinfang. As a fake King An trained by Huanyinfang, he was really a detailed work. Since the Second Commander mentioned it, he should accept this arrangement.

But he can also pretend to be stupid, after all, this matter has not been made clear yet.

Li Ye returned to the courtyard and was about to enter the door, he suddenly noticed a strange aura behind him. This time he turned around, he saw the eldest son Siming and the second commander staring at each other, both of whom were full of hostility and even mobilizing the power of cultivation.

"Your Highness is going to rest, why are you doing it?" Grand Secretary Ming looked unkind.

The second commander refused to give in: "King An has an appointment with King Qi. His safety concerns King Qi's great cause. We have followed King Qi's orders and must protect it in person!"

Li Ye waved his hand and ordered the eldest son Si to follow his command: "It's okay, let them go."

Since Li Ye spoke, the eldest son Siming naturally would not disobey and would no longer confront the second commander, but they did not relax their guards.

"Stay tonight and set off to return to Bianzhou tomorrow." Li Ye left this sentence, entered the door alone, and allowed the three women to sing silently in the yard.

After walking around the familiar room, Li Ye felt a little moved. Time passed too quickly, and he had not returned for years in a blink of an eye.

Lying on the bed, Li Ye put his arm on his head and began to think about his future itinerary.

The eldest son Siming will appear tonight. Of course, it was not Li Ye’s arrangement for Qingyi’s yamen, but Li Maozhen released the news to attract the other party. The purpose of his doing this was of course to let the other party take the fake King An back.

The Holy Master had already explained the tasks of the Fake King An clearly before.

Now there is a second commander who is following him, which can ensure that he will receive the latest orders at any time, and there is no need to cover up too much.

When Li Ye entered the palace to meet Li Yan, the plans of both parties had actually begun.

The incident of King An reappearing and rushing back to the Central Plains immediately was not known to the world except for the limited senior management and Li Yan on both sides of him and Li Maozhen. This is exactly the effect Li Maozhen wanted. Only when King An secretly returned to the Central Plains and mobilized the army to cooperate with the Fengxiang army without knowing each other, can he give the unprepared Gao Pian and Wang Jian a surprise attack.

For Li Ye, this is also the situation he wants.

In the current An Prince An’s mansion, the second commander of Huanyinfang, Miss Xu and others believe that Li Ye is the fake King An, and believe that the eldest son Siming mistakenly thinks that Li Ye is the Zhen'an King, and the eldest son Siming also confirms that Li Ye is the Zhen'an King.
Chapter completed!