Bailian lowered his eyelashes, and there seemed to be a mist burning in his dark pupils.
Ying Ji didn't notice Bai Lian's look and continued: "When my whole world falls into darkness and there is no light, I always want to find something to look forward to."
Bai Lian raised his head: "So you created Ying Xiu and used him as a substitute for that child?"
Ying Ji frowned and said, "My child is naturally unique in this world and cannot be replaced by anyone. I have never had such thoughts of deceiving myself and others."
Parian's mouth was hit hard, feeling warm and dull.
Ying Ji laughed at herself: "I don't care what the world thinks of me. If I really regarded that child as a substitute, how could I name him Ying Xiu instead of Hidden Sword?"
She chuckled softly: "The winner is hiding in his sleeves? Most people in the world like to make up things that they make up out of thin air.
Back then, I took a strand of my son's hair, carved it into a talisman, and created a Kuiqi that looked exactly like my son. I placed it in the Empress's Palace. It was originally a lifeless, soulless empty shell, used to see things and think about things.
It’s just a human being.”
"It's just that I didn't expect that the empty shell made of my son's breath into the talisman would only exist in Zhongyou for twenty years.
It was actually attracted by the earthly dead souls in the Zhongyou Dynasty, and over time, the water gathered into a lake, and a 'new' life was born in that empty shell."
Balian was speechless.
He never thought that Ying Xiu would be born in this way.
The undead spirits of the earth are ethereal and illusory things that are formed by the consciousness that gathered after death of human beings and had no time to disperse and return.
Just like the invisible water mist and steam floating in the human world, although it is invisible to the naked eye, it can be found everywhere. It is subtle and insignificant, and even the most basic and scattered spiritual consciousness cannot support it.
But it happens that such a small thing can be stored everywhere. For that body, it is like the energy condensed by the countless microorganisms attached to it. After years of cultivation by the Zhongyou earth veins, it finally formed Yingxiu.
"Neither I nor Bailiyu wanted to announce Xiao An's death to the public. After Ying Xiu was born, I failed to calculate that he would inherit part of Xiao An's memories during his lifetime and mistakenly thought that he was the prince of Zhongyou.
When he was parasitic, the consciousness he condensed had an extremely strong desire to survive, and everything had a spirit.
I don’t want to kill him just like that, so he simply doesn’t ask for much, just the position of prince, so I will grant it to him.”
For Ying Ji, it doesn't matter whether it is the position of the prince or the title of Xuyin.
For her, the important thing she wants to protect with all her heart is no longer alive.
The only thing she couldn't give away generously was the name Balian.
Therefore, for the past two hundred years, he has only been Prince Yingxiu, not her Bailian.
Out of responsibility, Ying Ji worked hard to support the Zhongyou Dynasty. How could she not see Ying Xiu's desire and yearning for power, fame and fortune?
If he was really capable of taking charge of Zhongyou and inheriting Zhongyou, she wouldn't mind training him.
In this way, she would be alone and return to her soul.
Everyone in the world said that Ying Ji was crazy all her life, but no one knew the almost cruel sobriety in her heart that tortured her day and night.
The candle light went out and shone on Balian's face.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Ying Ji, his eyes a little quiet. He suddenly opened his mouth and smiled lightly, saying: "Yes, it's just the position of prince. I'll agree to it."
Things that can be easily given away are naturally not worth mentioning.
Even in the hearts of the world, the identity of Prince Zhongyou symbolizes supreme power.
As long as you are willing, maybe one day in the future, with the help of this identity, half of the world's mountains and rivers can be held in your hands, which is a coveted thing.
But for Ying Ji and Bai Lian, this identity is just a simple title in the eyes of their mother and son.
only……
Bai Lian's eyes darkened and he said faintly: "If Ying Xiu uses such an identity to harm the empress and deal with Zhongyou, I won't let him live a comfortable life."
From the beginning to the end, he never felt guilty or indebted to Ying Xiu, but only sympathized with him for being a substitute in people's eyes.
But today, after hearing what my mother said, I found that no one had ever regarded him as his replacement.
This has never happened to my mother, and even more so to Su Jing and Yin Baishuang.
Some of them are just driven away by power, willing to rely on the body of the prince, and are just a dream of being a prince created by themselves.
For example, you can never wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep.
Balian found a pillow and put it under Ying Ji's head. He stood up and walked toward the secret door behind the seat.
Ying Ji talked a little too much tonight, feeling extremely hurt. She squinted her eyes tiredly, watched Balian disappear into the secret door, and fell asleep without caring.
During the rainy season, she felt sleepy, but her sleep was very light, and she couldn't sleep well no matter what.
I was woken up by the sound of wind and rain outside the window before I fell asleep.
In the hall, there was a coolness and dampness. Ying Ji found that she had fallen asleep on the bed at some point, and she could still feel the slightest chill even with the blanket draped over her body.
It was a quiet night, and the desolate south wind, carrying the coolness of raindrops, ruffled the curtains, and the empty and lonely sound of pattering rain lingered in the corridor.
The room was warm with bright candles and lamps, and the small stove on the table was simmering hot porridge and steaming several drawers of dumplings. The young man beside the table was still wearing the Tsing Yi from last night, holding a cattail leaf fan in his hand, sitting upright on a chair and gently shaking the fan to light the fire.
Ying Ji was surprised that he came out so quickly.
Just assume that this young man is smart and knows that the four seals are difficult to collect, so he simply gives up after entering and comes out earlier to save wasted effort.
Seeing her waking up, Baili'an served a bowl of hot porridge and said, "Today's food is ready. Your Majesty, please rest in the palace."
Ying Ji once dug up her spiritual roots and damaged her foundation. In the past few hundred years, although she had strong support from the ghost veins, her health has never improved.
If she doesn't have anything important to do, her body will mostly be in a lazy state in her spare time.
But in recent days, Zhongyou has been busy with a lot of things, so how can we just rest in the palace for a whole day?
Just as Ying Ji was about to speak, Balian stood up, caught a cat from nowhere, and threw it into her arms: "Be obedient."
Ying Ji stared blankly at the cat on her bed, she was...
Being coaxed like a three-year-old?
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Zhongyou, the Imperial City, the gates are wide open.
At this time, Ying Xiu, headed by Ying Xiu, led a pair of men and horses in a mighty manner, and drove straight into the interior of the imperial city, approaching the palace of government.
"Your Highness, what do you mean by this?" Yin King Sanyang looked at the immortal sects behind Ying Xiu with cold eyes.
The palace of government was filled with ministers of Zhongyou, including the six great Yin kings.
"His Royal Highness the Crown Prince used his body to force the Zhongyou City Guards to open the city gates and welcome His Highness. How could Your Highness take advantage of the soldiers' loyalty to you and lead outside immortal monks to trespass into our Zhongyou Imperial Land?
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Obviously, Ying Xiu had not returned for three years, and when he came back, he did such an intolerable thing, which had made most people in the Zhongyou Dynasty feel disgusted and angry.
From ancient times to the present, there are only seven foreign monks who can stand upright in the Zhongyou State Palace.
But today, there are more than a thousand people led here by Ying Xiu himself!
Above the main hall, the face of Zhongyou's minister was so gloomy that it was almost dripping with water.
Among the foreign monks who followed Ying Xiu all the way to the main hall were disciples of the Tiannan Sect.
Among them are the elite disciples of the first-class immortal cultivating sects in the Qianshan Mountains of the Eastern countries.
Although none of the disciples of the three Tiandao sects were in the team, the most impressive one was the casual cultivator of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance wearing the purple robe of the saber-toothed tiger totem.
Among this batch of casual cultivators from the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, there are actually seventy-six who have transcended the tribulation realm.
King Qiaoyu, who ranks third among the six Yin Kings, stands in front of the hall, his eyes as deep as the sea.
Seventy-six cultivators in the Tribulation Realm, so many onlookers are actually from one sect.
The total number of Tribulation-Dubbing Immortals from the three Heavenly Dao Sects is not as powerful as the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance.
If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he would never have imagined that the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, which was famous for its miscellaneous cultivators in the middle of the world, would have such a background.
You must know that the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance has a history of just over five hundred years.
The seventy-six Tribulation-Transcending Immortals require so much spiritual stone resources and elixirs to accumulate, it is unimaginable.
The development trend of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance has obviously gone beyond the natural laws of the human cultivation system.
Although I had known that the scattered cultivators of the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance spread all over the world, they would win with their numbers, connections, and business.
It can stand shoulder to shoulder with the three sects of Heavenly Dao, but who would have thought that it turns out that it is not just casual cultivators, but also immortals in the Tribulation Realm, and the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance can actually overwhelm the three sects.
With such a scale and background, even the Liuyin King of the Zhongyou Dynasty had to be cautious in dealing with it.
The Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, which has been keeping a low profile for so many years, is beginning to show its prowess. The first choice target for its fangs is not the three Tiandao sects.
But the Zhongyou Dynasty is far more powerful than the three sects and has the power to kill ghosts and gods!
This ambition is really not small.
Yingxiu stood in front of many foreign cultivators, standing straight and with a majestic body.
His temperament seems more calm and restrained than three years ago.
Outside the hall, the pale golden light of the sky shone on his face, and his features were still handsome, and there was no trace of the dirty and gloomy atmosphere that existed on the bed before June.
The talisman sword he carried with him was destroyed in the White Camel Mountain. He replaced it with a fairy sword with extraordinary aura, which was pinned to his waist and shone brightly, matching the pulsation of the spiritual power nodes in his body.
Seeing this strange appearance, Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes deeply and couldn't help but take a closer look. With a quick look, he saw a soul emitting a formidable sword energy hidden deep in Ying Xiu's inner sea.
root.
Judging from its quality, it turns out to be a top-grade vision sword spirit root.
Foreign spirits are something that can only be encountered but cannot be sought. They are one-in-a-million rare treasures, and the exotic sword spirit roots are even more precious.
Throughout the past and present, there are only a handful of people who possess sword spirit roots. The current Tianxi Sword Master's achievements and status are all based on the sword spirit roots gifted by God.
As a mediocre young master who was not favored by Tianxi, Ying Xiu had excellent talent in the art of trickery, but in fact, since his birth, his spiritual root level had not been more than ordinary, and he was only qualified to practice Taoist swordsmanship.
But the prince has been traveling for several years and has not returned. He only heard that he disappeared in Baituo Mountain three years ago, and now that he has returned, the middle-grade spiritual root with mediocre qualifications has turned into a rare-to-find rare-grade sword spiritual root.
Seeing this, Prince Qiao Yudian was not at all pleased.
When something goes wrong, there must be a monster.
His Royal Highness the Crown Prince has undergone such a big change, which may not necessarily be a good thing.
Facing the questioning gazes of Zhongyou's courtiers, Yingxiu smiled nonchalantly and said, "I was born and raised in Zhongyou, so how could I use my people in Zhongyou to commit cholera and Zhongyou's deeds?
"
Qiao Yu's figure stood as tall as a mountain. His eyes looking at Ying Xiu no longer showed the usual care and love. He said softly:
"Then why does Your Highness lead the crowd to invade our Zhongyou loess? Your Highness doesn't know what the Guozheng Palace means to Zhongyou, right?"
Being looked at coldly by the elders whom he usually respected the most, Ying Xiu's attitude remained polite and respectful.
The words that came out were chilling to the bone: "I am doing this alone, just for the sake of heaven and earth, to relieve myself from the misery of the world, and to let those prejudiced people shut up and be quiet."
After saying that, he took a step forward, faced the Holy Seat of the main hall, bowed his hands deeply, and said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, I respectfully invite you to be a saint! I have something to report!"
There is only one majesty in Zhongyou, and although that majesty is a woman, she is the only one who is qualified to appear as a holy king on the holy throne.
In front of the palace of government, I ask you to show your spirit and speak to the emperor. No matter where the empress goes, you can hear her voice.
Qiao Yu heard it clearly.
The person calling in Ying's sleeves was Your Majesty, not your mother.
Meeting the court today also reveals a ruthless and explicit ambition!
Last night, they, the Six Yin Kings, had just returned from discussing matters in the Empress's Palace, and they knew how bad the situation His Majesty was at the moment.
After they left last night, even He Xingyun was worried about His Majesty's physical condition. He treated her with medicine and food, but even cut off an arm and almost lost his life.
As the only medical officer in Zhongyou, Your Majesty certainly knows how precious and important He Xingyun's hands are. If she was sober and able to control herself, how could she be willing to hurt and kill such a master of medical skills?
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! In the past, His Majesty went crazy and fell ill and was trapped in a mental cage. It would take at least seven days to wake up.
His Royal Highness Yingxiu came to Shu and returned to the court this time. The words he spoke in front of the palace clearly meant that he wanted to use this critical period to mess with her mind and drive her crazy.
Qiao Yu was furious: "The evil beast is so reckless!"
Ying Xiu straightened his body again, and a strong wind came into the hall, blowing his emotionless face.
Facing the anger of the Yin King, he showed no timidity, and his usual gentle and polite feeling was completely replaced by coldness and sharpness.
"Why, the Three Kings Palace still wants to take action against the crown prince Gu!" His eyes were like swords, as if they contained electric flames!
Qiao Yu was touched by his sharp gaze, and the corners of his eyes were split and painful. It was as if the sword energy was really passing through his skin, and he actually had the appearance of a powerful sword energy.
Qiao Yu narrowed his eyes, his expression suddenly cold, and while his breath was rising and falling, a pair of pupils suddenly opened, and the dark color of the pupils suddenly spread, occupying the entire eyeball.
The extremely pure pitch black color is like a dark night falling without the light of the sun, moon or sky, easily swallowing up the dark sword energy invisible from Ying Xiu under the long night.
The next moment, the vision of everyone in the hall was swallowed up, as if they were under an extremely lightless night, and they could only hear the sound of the wind ripping through the sky.
The Qi movement was instantly chaotic. When the light came out, Qiao Yuwangdian's figure had disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of Ying Xiu. A sword finger was firmly pointed between Ying Xiu's heart.
Rounds of black apertures rotated, imprisoning Ying Xiu's energy to death.
The gap between the two is as wide as heaven and earth. Under his fingers, life is as fragile as thin paper.
As long as Qiao Yu has a thought, he can die suddenly on the spot.
But after all, he is the prince of Zhongyou and the only son of the empress.
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