Shi'er rushed up from behind, and his wide white sleeves spread out, floating like a white crane, falling gracefully on the roof of the palace.
Shi'er reached out to her, Qiuqiu jumped down from Huo'er's head and walked to Shi'er to stand still.
The place where the fire fell was the huge square in front of the imperial city. Now the square was full of people. Looking down from where they were standing, those people were as short as mosquitoes.
Those people shouted and bowed to Huo'er, and the uneven voices gradually formed a torrent: "The real dragon appears, the real dragon appears! Long live my emperor!"
The cry became louder and louder, and Qiuqiu felt that even the roof tiles were trembling with the sound.
She held Shi'er's hand tightly.
"These people are so strange."
Shi'er is just a very ordinary little dragon who is good at the mountains and fields, and has nothing to do with the emperor in the world.
But at this moment, Huo'er suddenly appeared in this place, helping the third prince standing on the danmu in front of the hall.
"Where did you go? Why did Huo'er suddenly become like this?"
Shi'er stopped him on the shady side of the roof, and she also tossed hard that night: "It's hard to describe it."
She started from Yongping Temple in the suburbs of Beijing, and when it comes to Monk Kongxuan, and the strange broken sword.
"Ah, sword." Qiuqiu pulled Huo'er's tail: "Where is that sword?"
Huo'er had changed back to her original size and looked at her with her innocent eyes.
"Don't pretend to be garlic, take it out quickly."
Huo'er squeaked twice in grievance, stretched out her little claws and took out the broken sword.
You know that this collectivist will not let go of anything it is interested in.
But strangely, Huo'er seemed unwilling to touch this sword, and hurriedly threw the broken sword into Shi'er's hand as if he had thrown a hot potato.
"This sword is inserted in that altar." Qiuqiu said: "I have destroyed the altar, it turns out to be like this." She drew a simple look on the tiles: "That old Kong Xuan" The monk seemed to be delaying desperately, trying to wait for dawn. He claimed to be the emperor of the previous dynasty - I don't know whether he is dead or alive now."
Qiuqiu did not take any ruthless action, but Kong Xuan had a strong sense of death. Even if Qiuqiu did not hurt him, he might not be able to live for a few more days.
"This sword..."
Shi'er held the hilt of the sword and stroked his palms on the blade.
The rust marks on the sword were gently stroked by him. The shiny sword body was exposed, and the faint crystal light seemed to be as clear and clear as if it had just been tempered from the fire.
Qiuqiu saw the seal patterns on the sword covered in rust. The owner of the sword always gave the sword a name, for example, her sword was named Lishui. She always silently called it Lishui in her heart. , instead of calling it my sword.
This sword...
Qiuqiu is no longer a novice who didn’t know anything at the time.
She recognized both words on the sword.
But it made her feel a little difficult to read it out.
"Cut... dragon?"
She turned to look at Shi'er.
Shi'er nodded slightly. He confirmed that she had read it correctly.
Dragon Sword?
Is it a coincidence?
Or has this sword really slashed the dragon?
Qiuqiu suddenly remembered what Huo'er was doing last night.
It has never been so disobedient, and so urgently ran towards something. But when things were about to come, it was always worried about keeping its feet.
The murderous aura on this sword was amazing, and even Qiuqiu felt uncomfortable.
"Has this sword really slashed the dragon?"
"If I were not mistaken, this sword should have a history of hundreds of years. It is indeed good to have slashed the dragon. The owner of the sword is surnamed Li. He is a person who is both righteous and evil."
"What kind of dragon is the dragon he killed?"
"It is said that it is an evil dragon that harms the other side." Shi'er stood up and looked to the east from afar.
The sun has risen. The morning mist has dissipated and you can vaguely see the mountain mausoleums in the distance.
"There is the dragon vein of the capital."
Qiuqiu also stood up: "Are you talking about Shanye Mountain?"
"That altar is located at the dragon's neck. Using this dragon-slaying sword, it is almost time to achieve the merits and completely cut off the dragon veins, but now it has failed."
Qiuqiu finally understood what the old monk Kongxuan was doing.
He wanted to cut off the dragon veins and subvert the dynasty.
In his capacity, it is not uncommon to do so. He is a descendant of the previous dynasty and has more reason than anyone else to hate the person who lives in this palace and sits on that throne.
"But the rise and fall of a dynasty is really related to the Feng Shui of the Dragon Vein? The emperors of the previous dynasty lost their virtues and the people were living in poverty. They first lost the people's hearts and then the world. Kong Xuan shouldn't have understood this truth, right?"
"The fortune of the dragon vein has a certain impact, but the most important thing is that the Central Plains can no longer withstand the turmoil." Shi'er looked at the square of the palace, and those who knelt three times and kowtowed the mountain and shouted long live: "These people are actually
It was not because they sincerely admired the truth dragon when they saw it coming to the world, nor did they want to experience displaced in troubled times. The third prince not only occupied the title of righteousness and had military power in hand. They just followed the trend, and Huo'er was just giving it to them.
A best excuse.”
"Where is the poisonous person in the third prince?"
"Elder Cao has already been relieved." Shi'er raised his hand and Huo'er jumped to the palm of his hand: "The peach blossom poison is not what we thought at the beginning to use peach blossoms as medicine, but it also has something to do with peach blossoms. This poison is
A poisonous insect that lives under the ice will only attack when the first peach blossom blooms, so it is named Peach Blossom."
Qiuqiu murmured: "The name is so beautiful."
Unfortunately, this beautiful name was given a poison.
"By the way, brother Guan..."
Shi'er nodded and said, "I already know."
That's great, Qiuqiu thought, it would be too worry-free not to repeat the embarrassing thing again.
"Let's go down and meet that new emperor."
The young emperor also wore a white robe with a belt of ramie on his waist, but there was no sign of sadness on his face. Shi'er held Qiuqiu's hand and walked in through the hall door.
At that time, the man who was sitting in the temple was slightly surprised and turned his head.
He quickly came to his senses and bowed to Shi'er and Qiuqiu. His humble attitude was really not like an emperor.
He didn't look like a queen, his face looked very young and thin. Qiuqiu noticed a scar on his left eyebrow bone, which looked like an old wound, because the scar, his eyebrows looked like they were
It was like a break from the middle. This scar made him less weak and more solemn and powerful.
Qiuqiu thinks that the emperor should look similar to the one in a certain princess drama. He has a belly sagging, a waist erect, and two beards. He looks like the world's number one, but he will never lower his head.
of.
"I've seen two immortal elders."
"You don't have to be polite." Shi'er also raised his hand and bowed: "Congratulations to Your Majesty for becoming a treasure."
The young emperor smiled self-deprecatingly: "It's a mess now, I really don't know where to start cleaning up. I also have to thank Elder Cao for helping me relieve the poison on my body, otherwise I wouldn't have my life at this moment, let alone
Ascended the throne."
This emperor should have a future.
Qiuqiu looked at him. Although she didn't know much about face, the third prince was able to lead troops to fight. Even if he became an emperor, he could bend down and stretch. He was a material that could achieve great achievements.
People who practice cultivation have an unwritten rule that they will not interfere too much in human affairs, especially in such major events that rise and fall in dynasties.
But the situation is different now, with monsters surging in large numbers, and it is impossible for the Central Plains to have another war that lasted for decades under such circumstances.
When the creatures are in trouble, Qiuqiu will not dare to imagine that kind of tragic situation.
So the new emperor got a big advantage, and there is no more suitable candidate than him to end the chaos. That's why Elder Cao took action to detoxify him. So Huo'er landed on the roof of the palace so coincidentally.
He created momentum, and Shi'er responded to this with the flow.
The emperor stretched out his hand. Shi'er took his lower pulse for him: "Your Majesty, don't worry, the poison has been completely wiped out. The breathing method that Elder Cao taught you practiced once a day, morning and evening, although it's just a legend
, but it is not difficult to enjoy your life."
The emperor thanked them sincerely and tried to keep them: "There are also Taoist temples in the palace, and they have ordered people to clean up the dust. If the immortal chief does not dislike it, please stay for a few days. I can ask the immortal chief for advice sooner or later..."
Shi'er raised his hand: "No need, we still have important things, we won't stay in the capital for too long. But I hope your Majesty must pay attention to what he mentioned last night."
"Yes, I must keep it in mind."
Shi'er stretched out his hand, and the emperor stretched out his hand without hesitation, and the two of them slowly clenched their palms.
Qiuqiu could see that they should have reached an agreement.
She didn't understand the inside story, but she thought that things should be moving towards a better direction.
It's enough for her to know this.
"Let's go."
Qiuqiu responded, followed Shi'er and walked out of the palace.
The young emperor was sure to win, but the imperial concubine was restless like a trapped beast in a cage.
The palace maid who was inquiring about the news hid and bypassed the guards, walked from outside the sunny hall into the darkness that seemed to be unable to blow into the inner hall, and whispered: "Empress... the third prince, he has ascended the throne in the hall."
The imperial concubine stood up suddenly: "What?"
"Yes, it's true. Listen, those people outside are shouting long live."
The imperial concubine staggered to the wall and pushed open a window with great force.
The sunlight is like pouring mercury, suddenly pouring onto the body.
The imperial concubine narrowed her eyes and blocked her eyes with her hands.
She heard the sound from the southeast direction, from the main hall.
"How is it possible? How is it possible..."
The imperial concubine saw with her own eyes how the emperor was poisonous and how she died of pain.
The third prince was also poisoned, but now the time has come, why didn't he die?
The imperial concubine turned her gaze to the flower bed beside her. Just under the palace wall was a peach tree. On the branch facing her, a weak peach blossom bloomed tremblingly.
Spring is here.
The dispute that lasted for a whole winter in the capital also came to an end.
However, her eyes lost their vitality.
She could foresee that if the third prince did not die, it would mean that she failed - she was obviously so close to success!
Moreover, her death is approaching, so close that she can hear the sound of death knocking on the door. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations, monthly votes, and your support is my greatest
The motivation.)
ps: I don’t have a fever or a headache today. I’m so excited that my throat hurts so much and I’m coughing.