Ying Ji had no reason to take back the meat that had fallen off the chopsticks in her hands. She rolled the meat slices again, put them into the pot, and said calmly: "I am old, and young people have good teeth, so I still give you this meat."
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Balian didn't care about her so much and ate the pieces of cooked beef gracefully.
By the way, he thoughtfully placed two slices of green bamboo shoots, boiled them in the boiling soup pot for a few times, and then gave them to Ying Ji: "I eat meat well, and my lady must also sit down and eat well."
In this way, for more than a month, no one had been able to persuade the Empress to eat. With Balian's words around her, she finally bowed her head and started eating.
At midnight, green wine was simmering in a small stove, two dishes and bowls were placed, a lamp was shining brightly, and a charcoal fire was burning in the room, dispelling the coldness and chill in the palace and adding a bit of warmth and spring.
A pot of hot soup with red oil and several rounds of food rolled by. Bailian ate in silence, one chopstick after another, sometimes handing out a clean handkerchief to Ying Ji to wipe the hot sweat from her forehead, and sometimes serving dishes.
Warm wine.
The food in the food box for shabu-shabu was quickly emptied. Ying Ji didn't talk much while eating. The dinner plate was empty and the wine glass was empty.
Ying Ji's slightly pale lips were stained with water and turned bright red, losing a bit of morbid anger.
Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, she licked her lips and put her hand to the plate of snacks. Just as she was about to bring a cup of apricot cheese, she heard Balian's voice: "You can only eat three of each sweet."
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Ying Ji was slightly annoyed: "You are so long-winded."
In the end, she still disobeyed and ate four or five of each dessert and snack. In the end, her stomach was filled with discomfort. The two extreme flavors of spicy and sweet intertwined into an uncomfortable greasy feeling in her stomach.
Ying Ji pushed the table and lay down on the floor regardless of the coldness on the ground.
Balian frowned, stood up, fetched a thick blanket, spread it on the ground, then leaned over to pick her up and put her on the soft cloud-like blanket.
Ying Ji's stomach was so full that she was too lazy to move and allowed herself to be manipulated by Balian.
Bai Lian sat aside and put his right hand on Ying Ji's abdomen, massaging it gently: "You were disobedient just now, and now you are suffering?"
Ying Ji narrowed her eyes and enjoyed Balian's massage service.
His technique was skillful and experienced. After several times of rubbing and pressing, the bloated and uncomfortable stomach relaxed a lot.
She hummed comfortably, like a noble Persian cat that was tired after eating in the afternoon, lazily licking its paws.
Under the candlelight, Ying Ji was lying on her side on the carpet with her body propped up on her side. Her black hair was as lazy as clouds, and her eyebrows were becoming more and more noble and majestic.
"Why have you been so late this month?" Ying Ji is cold-tempered and doesn't like to touch outsiders.
I don't know whether this young man was born too innocent and well-behaved, or whether it was because he was her father's son, so Ying Ji didn't object to him getting close to her.
Over the past few years, she has become increasingly unable to control the murderous aura in her heart and soul.
Due to the constant loss of spiritual roots, this thousand-year cultivation is like a majestic and out-of-control sea.
The spiritual storm raging in the body for many years, coupled with the pain of losing a son two hundred years ago, made the body's condition increasingly unstable.
Originally, with the help of Zhongyou Dynasty's energy of national destiny, it was still possible to suppress the disintegrating heart and soul.
But three years ago, she sensed that Dongli's small building was in danger of collapse. Regardless of her body, she forcibly tore apart the space and escaped into the air.
Without the stable protection of the Zhongyou Dynasty, the body became increasingly useless even if it was brought back to the Dynasty by the Taiyin Emperor in time.
She didn't want to go crazy and hurt others, but the spiritual power raging in her body had no spiritual roots to suppress it. Her body was getting weaker and her mind and soul were unstable, making it difficult to control her emotions and kill people.
But six months ago, my father sent such a young man to the Zhongyou Dynasty. He showed up once a month and did nothing else.
Just playing chess and writing with her, and bringing two bottles of non-intoxicating sweet fruit wine and delicious food when she is free, can miraculously suppress the uncontrollable anger in her body and soothe her soul.
Every time he appeared in the Empress Hall, he would stay for several days, but this month, he was three days late.
If she hadn't appeared in time, Ying Ji might have lost control of herself and killed He Xingyun, who could cure ghosts.
Bailian said: "I was delayed by some things, but I can stay for a few more days this time."
"Well... the Zhongyou Dynasty may have been a little uneasy in recent days. I see that your aura is just that of a heroic spirit that has just died. It is not easy to reunite the soul, but there is no need to stay here longer.
Go down to Jiuyou earlier, your father will protect you, and the fire in Zhongyou will not be able to burn you."
Perhaps she had eaten too much, and Ying Ji had a slight nasal sound. Her eyebrows were lazy, her eyes were half closed, and her dark and ink-colored hair lay sideways at the corners of her red lips, making her look even more seductive and provocative.
Balian looked at this familiar yet distant face in his memory with quiet eyes.
Secretly, Ying Xiu's face, which reflected his long brows and eyes, actually had some differences with hers after growing up and becoming a young man.
He sighed softly in his heart.
Three years ago, although he regained all his memories, uncovered the mystery of his life experience, and the fog of his past and cause and effect was also clear. Now that he is in his mother's hometown, he misses her deeply, but it is not that he deliberately concealed it and delayed his acquaintance with her.
It is difficult for a saint to change the yin and yang of life and death. Even the Taiyin Emperor, who is in charge of the authority of Jiuyou, would not be able to completely resurrect a King Blood Corpse Demon.
It takes three years to cultivate this body in a dream, but it will never last forever.
What the Taiyin Emperor was able to do was to stabilize his soul and reshape his body with his incredible supernatural powers in these three years.
The roots and bones are the vessels, and the body is the organ.
Three years ago, Bailian's flesh and blood were burnt and rotted by corpse crows, and his internal organs were completely eaten away. Only the bones of the immortal body remained intact.
According to Junhe's account, after the ghoul chaos ended, his bones were swallowed by the white dragon and flew into the sky, making it difficult for anyone to find him.
It is said that the divine dragon has its head but not its tail. The white dragon is the only remaining true dragon in the world. A sudden storm can transform nine heavens and eternity. It is difficult to see the gods. Even the Taiyin Emperor cannot find them with all his efforts.
Now that the flesh body and bones are difficult to merge into one, Balian cannot be fully resurrected.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although he has recovered his cultivation strength from three years ago, his body is as brittle as glass and extremely unstable. If he is not careful, he will collapse and disappear.
And it cannot last long, at most three years is the limit.
The Taiyin Emperor is powerful, but not omnipotent. Corpse bones are an important system for maintaining life, both for heroic spirits and corpse demons.
It is difficult to draw a dragon or a tiger, let alone the bones of the immortal that Balian lost.
If his bones are not found for a long time, no matter how perfect this body is reshaped, it will be nothing more than a flash in the pan.
It is not difficult to recognize Empress Ying Ji at this time, but no one can guarantee whether Bailian will disappear and be annihilated in front of her eyes again.
Balian, who was not completely resurrected, did not dare to give her hope easily.
This is why he can only appear in the human world once a month.
Only this time, Junhe used some unknown means to steal the Immortal Tears from the Tianxi Sword Sect and sent them to the Nether Palace Division.
With the power of Immortal Tears, Balian can stay in the human world for a little longer, and he might as well solve these troublesome issues in the Zhongyou Dynasty.
Three years ago, the Tianshan Mountains collapsed, and Bailiyu accidentally injured the empress Ying Ji, which angered Emperor Taiyin and threw the Ghost King Lantern, a powerful evil weapon, on the White Camel Mountain.
He cursed the disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect, but later used the heart of the Ghost King in the lamp to summon 300,000 endless corpses for Yingxiu to kill the human world.
Although Balian took action in time and played the flute to lure the ghosts into the chaos, in that short period of time, there were also people and immortal disciples from various sects who suffered in the world.
The various immortal sect forces naturally have deep resentments, but they dare not bear grudge against Zunxian Taiyin. They only dare to bear this grudge against the Zhongyou Dynasty.
In the past three years, led by the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, the forces of the four immortal sects all had hidden intentions of crusading.
Within the Zhongyou dynasty, the two most powerful forces, the Underworld Daoists and the Tiancan people, were the two most powerful ghost cultivators in Zhongyou.
In Zhongyou Dynasty, there are three major lineups.
The mysterious cultivator is a human being with the bloodline of Zhongyou, who is born with extraordinary special abilities. He possesses mysterious skills and a myriad of realms.
As for ghost cultivators, they are those who, after the death of human monks, are unable to dissipate their anger and resentment. They return to the secluded world and are unwilling to give up their obsessions during life. They turn into fierce ghosts and become ghosts. They swear to serve the secluded ghosts. They are cultivators for ghosts.
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Heroic spirits, on the other hand, are even more widespread, regardless of race, including humans, immortals, demons, monsters, and spirits. Those who possess great merits and great cause and effect, sacrifice their lives for justice, and die in order to leave their names in history are given the name of heroic spirits.
Although he is dead, he is gone. In the form of a contract, he recognizes the Emperor Zhongyou as his master.
Among the six contemporary Yin Kings, there are cunning cultivators and heroic spirits, but none of them are ghost cultivators.
Now, taking advantage of the decline of the empress, Zhongyou, representing the two most powerful forces of ghost cultivators, is getting ready to take action, and its connections with the outside world are abnormally active.
Since the past six months, Bailian has been in the Nether Palace Department, and he is not completely ignorant of the affairs of Zhongyou.
The Taiyin Emperor is restricted by the laws of heaven and cannot interfere in human affairs without authorization.
But Bailian is different from him. It is most appropriate for him to intervene in the affairs of the Zhongyou Dynasty.
"I once heard from Lord Taiyin that during the rainy season, the empress is the most lazy and sleepy."
Ying Ji raised her dark eyes slightly, her father actually told him even such a trivial matter. It seemed that this young man held a very important position in his father's heart.
She buried her cheek into the soft thick blanket: "What do you want to say?"
Balian wiped the thin sweat from her neck, and his eyes were filled with a quiet glimmer: "Your Majesty, why don't you just take a break in the palace for a few days."
Ying Ji shrank her body into the blanket and gave him an inscrutable look: "It seems that you have big plans. Tell me, what do you want?"
Bailian said: "The Four Seals of Zhongyou."
The four seals of Zhongyou are the heavenly seal of Zhongyou Supervisory Kingdom and the seal of the prince. In the Zhongyou Dynasty, they symbolized the authority of absolute sanctions.
Two hundred years ago, these four seals of Zhongyou were supposed to be inherited on the day of the crowning ceremony of the crown prince, and they were officially hereditary to rule the country and take charge of the power of the four ghosts in Zhongyou.
It's just that back then, Bai Lian was not only the Prince of Zhongyou, but also the Young Master of Tianxi. He thought a lot about receiving the seal.
The Master of the Tianxi Sword has always disliked his son practicing the art of deception. Balian had to be sneaky just to raise a kid, let alone inherit the four seals.
Until that year, when he died on Taixuan Nanze Mountain, His Royal Highness Ying Xiu appeared in Zhongyou, and the empress Ying Ji passed on the Xu seal, one of the four seals, to Ying Xiu's body protection.
However, in Xianling City, Xu Yin's ghost Hongying recognized Bailian as his master, and when he was dying, he took the initiative to hand over Xu Yin to Bailian.
Three years ago, Bai Lian's body was eaten by the bones of Luan You. The Xu Seal engraved in his body naturally became an ownerless thing. It automatically returned to its master spirit and entered Zhongyou. Even the falcon bird that lives by the Xu Seal,
It is also classified into Zhongyou, where it is sealed and slept with the Xu seal.
With this opening of his mouth, Balian asked for the greatest authority of the Zhongyou Dynasty except for the empress. If there were any outsiders here at this moment, they would definitely feel that his behavior was because he did not think his death was thorough enough.
After all, since the founding of the Zhongyou Dynasty, among the four seals of Zhongyou, only the Xu seal has been passed down to Ying Xiu.
How is it that he blatantly covets the Four Seals and openly plans to usurp the throne?
Unexpectedly, Ying Ji waved her hand half-heartedly and said, "The four seals are behind the secret door of the Empress Hall's seat. If you want it, just go get it yourself."
Balian's eyes widened in surprise, as if he didn't expect that she would give out the four seals so easily.
Ying Ji glanced at him, with a hint of mockery in her smile: "If you have the ability to make the four-seal master ghost recognize you as its master, then you will naturally have the ability to take it away. If you don't have the ability, I will give it to you.
Even if they are gone, you can’t take them away.”
Bai Lian laughed and said, "Did Ying Xiu also take away Xu Seal in this way?"
Talking about Ying Xiu, Ying Ji looked as usual and said: "Yes, that child has a very outstanding talent for trickery. Being able to take out the Xu Seal is beyond my expectation. I didn't expect that with his wisp..."
The conversation stopped abruptly midway through.
However, Balian took over and said calmly: "I didn't expect that he could successfully remove the Xu Seal with the help of a meager talent of Zhongyou Purple Blood."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Ying Ji felt the difference and unconsciously raised her body: "Father, did you even tell you about Ying Xiu's life experience?"
She looked strange and sighed: "If I hadn't understood my father's temperament, I would have really doubted whether you were my father's illegitimate son at this moment."
Balian: "..."
If he is an illegitimate child, should he call her older sister or younger sister?
Balian was no longer able to complain about his mother's imagination, and he added: "I heard from people that the mother created Yingxiu to use the talisman to enter the Tao in order to commemorate her dead child..."
Ying Ji stood up and looked at him with a deep look: "Why are you interested in this matter?"
Balian didn't speak.
Ying Xiu really couldn't do anything about his look. She rubbed her brows helplessly and said: "No one else dares to talk about that past in front of me. Only you, a young man, can tear off any part of my wound that hurts."
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In the silent night, Ying Ji's thoughts drifted far away. She suppressed the laziness on her face, and her deep black eyes were mixed with sadness and hopelessness. Her eyes seemed sad and painful, and she had been silent for hundreds of years.
The years are full of dust.
"The year when Xiao An passed away, I could only think about him thousands of times in my heart. I never thought that one day I would need to personally prepare a coffin and burial objects for my child. I prayed in my heart.
I have prayed for thousands of days and nights, and I have also begged my father, hoping that he can come back to life, but I know that all these are delusions.
Xiao An is gone, and I, Mo Yue, can no longer be the empress of this world. I know that I have lost my son, and I am getting more and more crazy every year. The dark emotions are swallowing me up all the time, but I don’t want to be crazy, because if I am also crazy,
No more, the only person in this world who thinks best of my son is gone..."