Yin Baishuang had a good sleep during these three days, and it was extremely rare for her to live a leisurely and comfortable life for a few days in Zhongyou.
There is nothing to think about and nothing to do.
Every day when I wake up, there will be servants in the palace waiting to wash me. If I feel hungry, I will have food prepared by Balian himself.
After being fed, he can sit in front of the window, play chess and feed the fish.
Tired of staying in the house, Bailian took her to see the dynasty that remained the same year after year, and the prosperity on the road.
Xiao Shou was also released from the coffin. There is no need to care about what the world thinks. Zhongyou is the hometown where the little ghost can roam and have fun. It also ran wild a lot.
Yin Baishuang has not been in Zhongyou for a long time, but in just a few days, the entire dynasty has known that there is a well-deserved Crown Princess in Zhongyou.
Everyone was filled with emotion.
Two hundred years ago, before His Highness the Crown Prince experienced the disaster, he gave the Crown Prince's ancient jade to Cangwu Palace.
Although she secretly wanted to determine the identity of the Crown Princess, in the minds of everyone, the people in Cangwu Palace did not accept this intention at all.
Palace Master Yin has been wearing jade for more than two hundred years. Although His Majesty wholeheartedly approves of the person His Highness the Crown Prince likes, for so many years, everyone in Zhongyou was stunned and did not see this Palace Master Yin deign to condescend to appear in Zhongyou.
They just thought that His Royal Highness Ying Xiu was incompetent and had been deceived. The prince jade, a symbol of his identity, was deceived. He turned around and refused to recognize him. He was crazy and did not know whether his intentions were true or false.
To many people in Zhongyou, the Crown Princess of Palace Master Yin is just in name only, and even she herself may not be able to admit it.
These heroic spirits who are ministers hate outside monks extremely much, so why should they treat such a cold-eyed woman with respect and worship in their hearts.
But now it seems that this is not as true as false.
His Royal Highness, the real Crown Prince, has only been back for a few days, but the proud daughter of Heaven in Cangwu Palace hastened to come to this unbearable land of Bashu.
If one had not seen it with one's own eyes, who could have imagined that the little palace master in red, who was so frightened in the world, could be carried back to Zhongyou by their Crown Prince, disheveled like a well-coated cat.
The people who saw the scene were all people who had been there. Looking at the situation, it was impossible to tell that this little palace master Yin was completely one of their highnesses.
And what His Royal Highness the Prince did was truly jaw-dropping.
Although there were very few people following His Highness the Crown Prince at that time, there were still a few palace attendants who saw His Highness the Crown Prince holding the unconscious little palace lord as he walked through the Ten Heavens Palace of the Underworld and rang the bell as he walked past Nan Ming San.
After a Thousand Lanterns.
Then he went back to the bedroom and placed her to rest.
In Zhongyou, only the crown prince and concubine recognized by Lord Ming are qualified to be carried by their husbands through the Ten Heavens Palace of Underworld, holding bells and lanterns, echoing step by step, to warn Nine Netherworlds and Ten Heavens.
spirits!
Although all this was done quietly, and even Palace Master Yin Xiao herself was not aware of it, only the people in Zhongyou knew what a great honor and preference this was.
It was when Her Majesty Lian Yingji accepted the title of Tianxi Sect Master.
Because Emperor Taiyin tried his best to refute, Bailiyu couldn't even enter the gate of the Ten Heavens Palace of Mingsheng.
But the Shitian Palace actually showed no repulsion or disgust towards the little palace master Yin.
Doesn't this mean that Emperor Taiyin secretly approves of His Highness the Crown Princess?
For this reason, Zhongyou went up and down because he had prejudices against the outside world's immortal cultivators.
No one dared not to take Her Highness the Crown Princess seriously and respectfully.
Yin Baishuang didn't know the cause and effect of this. The original idea was to accompany Bailian back to his mother's homeland to have a warm relationship. She also knew that Bailian did not grow up in the Zhongyou Dynasty since he was a child, so he must be unfamiliar with the people and things here.
Not familiar.
I heard that the You people in Zhongyou have always been withdrawn and unruly, and Yin Baishuang knows a lot about it. Those heroic spirits with arrogant hearts are extremely difficult to obey.
Even when Ying Xiu was the Crown Prince, he had to run around and work hard in order to subdue a few close confidants, but he might not be able to get a good look from the really powerful high-level heroic spirits in the Zhongyou Dynasty.
But during these few days living in the inner palace of the Zhongyou Dynasty, Yin Baishuang was surprised to find out.
The attitude of all the people in Zhongyou, whether they were high-level heroic spirits or ghost cultivators with weird and changeable tempers, was extremely respectful towards Bailian, with no sign of contempt at all.
The servants in the palace lowered their eyebrows and looked down, with a hint of awe in their submission.
Such a subtle attitude made Yin Baishuang feel that during the past two hundred years, Ying Xiu, His Highness the Crown Prince, had really been in vain.
Even one afternoon, after Yin Baishuang finished a bowl of beef soup in her spare time, she found that Bai Lian had not returned to the palace, so she went out to look for him.
She actually saw a few people in the Liangshi courtyard, standing on one side, and Baili An was sitting leisurely in the pavilion, making tea.
The collar of his clothes was stained with blood, and the Dawangdian Shentu, dressed in cold and murderous clothes, stood three steps away from him. His strange and strange aura was like the god of death who had just climbed out of hell.
Even though they were far apart, Yin Baishuang could feel the pinprick-like pressure from Wangdian's body.
Almost in an instant, the hairs all over her body stood up, and Han Zhijian couldn't help but want to show his guard.
Yin Baishuang had heard about the evil reputation of the Shentu Palace, so she would not sit back and watch such a dangerous person come so close to Balian.
Just as he was waiting for something to be done, the tea in the bailian cup at the other end was already brewing, and a newly picked snow chrysanthemum bloomed delicately from the tea soup.
Balian handed over the new tea in his hand as if nothing had happened.
The King's Palace, which was covered in bloody killings just a moment ago, suddenly changed its aura.
As gentle as Ning Feng, he stretched out his hands to take the tea. Although his eyebrows still held a hint of innate sinisterness, they gave people a sense of solemnity and fear.
Something as casual and elegant as drinking tea gave him a sense of solemnity.
Yin Baishuang could clearly see from a distance that Shen Tu was printing the tea in the cup with small mouthfuls. Even when he finished tasting the delicate little flower in the tea, not even a single petal was damaged.
After drinking the tea, he couldn't bear to throw away the cup in his hand. He still held it firmly in his hand, lowered his head, and listened carefully to what Balian was saying softly, his brows pressed in an extremely respectful manner.
Seeing this scene, Yin Baishuang almost doubted the rumors about Shen Tu from the outside world.
Killer God?
The most powerful man in Zhongyou? The strange and ever-changing Great King’s Palace?
Is this such a virtue?
After the young man from her family had finished speaking, when the prince left, he was still reluctant to return the cup.
His face was rather indifferent, but his fingers were caressing the ordinary porcelain tea cup with infinite warmth, as if he had hidden a treasure in his sleeve.
In the human world, Yin Baishuang had heard of some romantic and talented men pursuing court ladies raised by nobles and nobles.
Just like this, he secretly and obscenely hides those little things that the little lady throws away casually.
But although the folk tales are exaggerated, they are not divorced from reality. For those poor, talented and literati people.
A girl from a famous building whose smile is worth a thousand dollars is like a flower in the sky, someone who can only be held with eyes from a distance.
But this is the all-powerful King's Palace, a peerless strong man who stands alone in Zhongyou.
Yin Baishuang couldn't think of any reason why Balian could be so charming and make the rumored Shen Tu act like this.
What's even more exaggerated is that not only is Zhongyou's attitude toward Bailian puzzling, but foreign cultivators like her are inexplicably treated like they are serving their ancestors.
As soon as you leave the palace, you will inevitably bow down and bow down to anyone who can breathe. The food and clothing in your life are very good.
Yin Baishuang, who never pursues arrogance and licentiousness, served as the "grandfather" in Zhongyou for three days, and was treated with utmost care.
Before I left, I couldn't help but feel some lingering emotions.
After some comparison, I just felt that compared with the life I lived as a "prodigy" in the past, compared with the life I lived in Zhongyouli, I felt that even a dog would be disgusted.
Yin Baishuang sat on the bed, looking at Balian who was packing his bags and preparing to leave, shaking the black jade around his waist in various ways.
She shook her legs and said: "Zhongyou's little life was beautiful, but I thought I could come back with you to meet your mother-in-law.
Now that she is leaving, are you still not going to confess to her?
Even an ugly daughter-in-law has to meet her parents-in-law, not to mention that I am as beautiful as a flower. It would be a pity if you didn't take me to meet her."
Bai Lian, who was sorting out the Qiankun bag, paused. He raised his eyes and looked at Yin Baishuang, as if he had something on his mind that he couldn't express.
After being silent for a while, he smiled apologetically and said, "If I can find my bones this time, I will take you to see my grandma next time, okay?"
Yin Baishuang blinked twice, but did not discuss this issue further with Bai Lian.
He is good at everything, but he is too concerned and nervous about the people around him. Perhaps it is because he has lost a relationship before, and he worries about gain and loss no matter what he does, for fear of hurting the important people.
This is true for her, and it is also true for Empress Ying Ji.
Yin Baishuang didn't care what Bilian would look like three years later if his body was not found.
After two hundred years of traveling alone, she no longer cared about what she gained and lost again, and was heartbroken again.
After all, a never-ending nightmare always looks forward to a moment of bright hope.
Three years, regardless of the future, these three years are a great gift to Yin Baishuang, compared to this.
She felt that in the years that she didn't know, she didn't know when that person had passed by her, which was even more devastating and despairing.
He knew Balian's good intentions, but as someone who had also lost an important person, she knew that waiting endlessly was an extremely cruel thing.
Yin Baishuang shook Black Jade's hand and slowly loosened it. She saw Bailian packing his things and getting ready to set off.
Her eyes moved slightly, and when she pretended to adjust her clothes, the tether of the jade pendant fell silently.
The black jade slipped into the soft quilt without Balian noticing.
Yin Baishuang felt that in the past few days, she seemed to have used up all the luck in her life.
If possible, she would like to give half of the happiness she has now to Ying Ji.
Only she who has experienced heavy rain can truly understand that the long wait for results is redemption and hope.
Even if the result is short-lived, it is definitely not an empty joy.
She stood up, smiled, and said: "It's time to leave, Xiao An, we might as well go slower, can you accompany me to see the scenery of the imperial city again?"
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"By now, that boy should have left the city, right?"
Ying Ji, who had rarely left the Empress Palace since she came back three years ago, rarely opened the closed window today.
Let the golden brilliance of the early sun scatter in the palace. In the early morning, the air in the palace is flowing, the morning light branches and shadows, and the windows are full of mottled and shimmering light.
Ying Ji raised her hands to cover her forehead from the sunlight.
I haven't seen the sun for a long time, and the dim light in the morning feels a bit dazzling.
Looking at the distant sky, I felt for a moment that the sky was high and far away, and I had the illusion that I was trapped in a small place, unable to look back.
Ying Ji covered her heart.
What happened today? It makes me sad for spring and autumn.
Ying Ji laughed at herself, the old man in Zhongyou always said that spending more time in the sun can relieve the troubles in your heart.
But this sunshine may not be that effective for everyone.
At least, for a lonely ghost like her who has no place to live, it is as cruel as the torture of the scorching sun.
Ying Ji hated the sun and didn't like light. She accidentally opened the window and was extremely disgusted with everything in the outside world.
The anger in my heart began to stir again.
She was worried that she would not be able to suppress her urge to go out and kill others, so she had no choice but to close the window.
"Ha...ha...Sha..."
The window had not yet been closed, and the sound of rapid footsteps and disordered breathing broke the peace of the morning.
Ying Ji's eyes suddenly turned cold, and she smelled a smell of blood that gradually became stronger.
She raised her eyes and saw a figure covered in blood rushing into the palace courtyard with disheveled hair and an expression of despair and fear.
He was like a headless fly that was cornered and had no idea where he was escaping to.
Ying Ji recognized this person's identity. He was actually the head of the Zhongyou family, the most powerful Xifeng Hou!
He has the third level of Soul Enlightenment and is deeply sought after and loved by the heroic spirits.
When Ying Xiu was still alive, he also visited the thatched cottage three times, and Corporal Li Xian asked him to be the prince's guest and staff.
It's just that the Marquis of Xifeng has always thought highly of himself and has a good airs about himself.
When Ying Xiuxun came to the door, he was sitting upright, pruning branches and flowers, leisurely and relaxed, not paying any attention to the Crown Prince.
The old Marquis of Xifeng, who always showed elegance in his appearance, unexpectedly stumbled in with his clothes barely covering his body, his steps hurried and awkward.
Ying Ji was doubly surprised. In Zhongyou, there were very few people who could force the old Marquis Xifeng to this point.
But what surprised her even more was that there was no one who dared to kill the princes in this palace.
The half-closed window was pushed open by Ying Ji with great interest. She looked at Xifeng Hou who was being hunted with a faint look on her face, but she actually planned to stand by and watch?
The frightened Xifeng Hou swallowed blood and ran away in despair when he saw the window of the Empress Palace being gently pushed open by a pale and delicate hand. The thin fingers looked like they were carved from white jade, reflecting the pear blossoms and yellow wood, and the wide red sleeves.
Just like a beautiful picture.
Xi Feng was stunned for a moment, obviously not expecting that His Majesty, who could not leave the palace, would open the window and see the light for the first time today. Then he was ecstatic in his heart, as if he had grasped a glimmer of hope for life, and said excitedly: "Your Majesty, save me!"
Ying Ji tilted her head, her hair as soft as a black crow fell from her shoulders, and she looked at him unblinkingly, in an eerie silence.
If Yin Baishuang were here, he would definitely wonder where Balian inherited his good-natured behavior.