Yi Qingchen's heart moved, and she thought to herself: "It seems that Zichen has gotten back her things, but what does it mean that she hid these three things? I remember that there seems to be a spirit-binding gun and a peach wood sword that she often uses.
Where are those two things?" "Did you find anything else?" Yi Qingchen still refused to give up. The six ghosts shook their heads together: "No more, just these three things." Yi Qingchen's heart suddenly trembled.
Jump: "Could it be that Zichen discovered Bai Zimo's whereabouts and went to fight him? She was afraid that she would miss him and be captured, so she hid these things that couldn't be fought? Yeah, although Zichen's kung fu is not worse than Bai Zimo's
, but she has little experience after all, and Bai Zimo is more cunning than a fox, I'm afraid she is no match for him!" Thinking of this, Yi Qingchen could no longer sit still, collected the six ghosts, freshened up a little, and walked out
.At this time, the sky is approaching noon, and the sun is pale and hanging feebly in the sky. Just like Yi Qingchen's mood at this time. The streets are crowded with people, the bustling and lively are still the same, who knows this prosperity and excitement.
How much blood and blood is behind the scenes? Yi Qingchen suddenly felt a sense that things are right and people are different. As she walked leisurely and passed a clothing store, she suddenly felt something in her heart: "It's better not to be recognized like this."
OK." She entered the clothing store and bought a man's robe. Dressed neatly, like a graceful scholar, she walked out holding a folding fan. Unconsciously, she strolled to the door of Prince Yi's Mansion. Far away
, seeing the roar of gongs and drums there, it seemed that some happy event was being held. She couldn't help but be startled, half-covering her face with a fan and walked over. In front of the door of Prince Yi's Mansion, there were countless official guards standing, surrounded by a pair of heads and eight-carrying heads.
In the eight-carriage sedan, the paper figure Yi Qingchen was sitting there. The bearers shouted and lifted the sedan. Two teams of officers held up big signs saying "Silence" and "Avoid" to clear the way.
, with the flags fluttering, the honor guard playing drums, and these people rushing forward, shouting and rushing forward. Yi Qingchen wondered in her heart: "What kind of mystery does Bai Zimo make?"...
...My eyes have been hurting recently, and the doctor doesn’t allow me to look at the computer for a long time, so the update is a bit slow. However, it also gave me time to think and strive to write this article more excitingly.