"Of course it's a lie." Concubine Yan screamed, her eyes darkened and she fainted completely.
"I'm really going to become an idiot." This was Concubine Yan's last thought before she fainted.
"This?" Michan quickly hugged Concubine Yan, only to feel that her body was extremely cold.
"It shouldn't be the case. Your Majesty, it's impossible that he doesn't know where my sister is from. He probably won't do anything harsh. However, I have told my sister so many times to stop messing around here. I didn't expect that she wouldn't listen at all.
Mine, in this case, let her suffer a little bit." Michan thought about placing Concubine Yan in place, and then she lay back down.
"Go to Xianyang Palace tomorrow to retrieve the trapped clone of my sister from the king. However, the king's cultivation speed is too fast, and he was able to capture my sister. Forget it, I don't want to think about it anymore, I'm so sleepy.
Michan said and quickly fell asleep.
"Where is this?" Concubine Yan woke up from her sleep and looked at the unfamiliar room. Wherever her eyes fell, there were all unfamiliar places.
This not-so-big room is filled with a pink atmosphere. This is the room of a woman in a boudoir, but it doesn’t seem to be me...
No, who am I? Who am I? Concubine Yan shook her head and sat up from the bed, her eyes falling on the table beside the bed.
A delicate wooden box with a series of small words written on it: Happy Birthday Yanyan.
Yan Yan? Am I Yan Yan?
Concubine Yan couldn't help but cover her head in pain, and in an instant, countless memories came flooding back.
I am an orphan girl. My father went crazy and died because of his pursuit of martial arts. My mother later died of grief and passed away. When I was six years old, I was adopted by an uncle, a friend of my parents.
His name is Zheng.
My uncle, my adoptive father, still my...
Thinking of this, Concubine Yan couldn't help but have a shy look on her face. Is he the person I like, my adoptive father?
However, that was not possible. Savoring the ray of emotion deep in her heart, Concubine Yan subconsciously dragged her face, feeling extremely hot.
Do I really like him?
Concubine Yan, who walked out of the room with some silent hesitation, saw the familiar but inexplicably strange courtyard in front of her. She always felt that something was wrong, but it felt so familiar here.
"Yanyan, have you recovered?" In Concubine Yan's sight, a young man in black walked towards her and asked with concern.
"Okay." Concubine Yan felt an inexplicable fear when she saw the person coming, but she felt more of a closeness.
"Really?" The person who came put his palm on Concubine Yan's forehead. He instinctively wanted to avoid it, but his body involuntarily snuggled into the other person's arms.
As that familiar scent spread between her nostrils, Concubine Yan murmured comfortably. The next moment, she felt hot all over, an emotion called shyness.
"Yanyan, you can't do this." The visitor pushed Concubine Yan away and said.
"I insist on it." An unconvinced thought emerged in Concubine Yan's heart, and she plunged into the other party's arms again.
"You are sick." The visitor was already a little angry.
"If I am sick, you are my medicine." The last trace of doubt in Concubine Yan's heart disappeared at this time. There is no Concubine Yan here anymore, only this Yan Yan.
In the following time, an unfaithful love between the adoptive father and the adopted daughter slowly unfolded.
"Ha, interesting, interesting." In Xianyang Palace, Ying Zheng, who had woken up at some time, sat cross-legged on the bed, looking at the black dragon in front of him that had been swallowed by the dragon and imprisoned in the dragon's belly.
Three-legged golden crow.
"Your Majesty? What is that? Why is there a dragon and a crow?" Hong Lian, who was lying on Ying Zheng's shoulder, looked at the scene in front of him in surprise.
"Crows are naturally unlucky crows. As for dragons, of course they are lonely." Ying Zheng said.
"That dragon is the king?" Honglian asked in surprise.
Although she had heard about various magical martial arts, the scene before her eyes was still a huge shock to Honglian.
"Don't ask too much, I can't be distracted right now." Ying Zheng said.
"Yes." Honglian heard the words and said nothing more, but the curiosity in his eyes remained.
Martial arts? What kind of magical martial arts is this? I want to practice it too.
Honglian got down from Ying Zheng's shoulders, and then got out from under Ying Zheng's ribs.
"Dongjun? As expected, he is more talented than Mi Chan in the art of onmyoji. The strength of this Longyou Qi is not comparable to Mi Chan's." Ying Zheng thought.
"However, it is precisely because of this that this is the real blessing. The friendship of sending gifts from thousands of miles away has been remembered." Ying Zheng thought about it and couldn't help but put a little more concentration into it again.
Among the three-legged golden crows, Dongjun has been cultivating Longyou Qi for ten years, and her soul is where her heart rests. What Ying Zheng wants to devour is only the pure Longyou Qi. As for the others,
It can only be regarded as an impurity and cannot be absorbed casually.
However, Dongjun is not a harmless girl after all. If he wants to devour the Longyou Qi she has cultivated and avoid her consciousness that has long been integrated with the Longyou Qi, there is only one way, and that is to let him
Dongjun dedicated himself willingly.
And is there such a kind of spirit of Longyou in the world that is willing to dedicate oneself to hard training for more than ten years?
There shouldn't be, but who says Dongjun is not an ordinary person?
Who told Dong Jun’s real name to be Concubine Yan? When Dong Jun was written, she was a genius disciple of the Yin Yang family. However, when written as Concubine Yan, she was just a love-minded person who would even do stupid things.
woman.
And this is where Ying Zheng can take advantage.
Love story?
There are many things in Ying Zheng's mind. For a girl like Concubine Yan, it is not difficult for Ying Zheng at all. It can only be said to be troublesome.
However, you need to take your time.
Ying Zheng is very stable.
In the illusion, thirty years have passed, and Concubine Yan finally got her wish, got the person she wanted, and got a daughter in middle age.
The family lived happily together until the year when their daughter was five years old, everything changed. The beauty was no longer good, and an enemy came to the door, and the enemy was an enemy that the couple could not defeat no matter what.
It was a great calamity of life and death, ten deaths and no life, but there was a way.
For him and Yue'er, I can only do that. I hope you and Yue'er can live well in the future.
Two people are not enemies, but when two people become one person, it is a different situation.
Use yourself as a resource to help another person reach a higher level of skill.
"Successful." Ying Zheng said, and then he began to assimilate the three-legged golden crow in the dragon's belly with all his strength. With the active cooperation of the master Yan Fei, Ying Zheng no longer had any worries.
The three-legged Golden Crow slowly turned into pure dragon-traveling energy and merged into the black dragon-traveling dragon. Its body shape gradually became illusory, and the black dragon-traveling dragon's body became more and more complex as time went by.
With such concentration, even the tiniest scales glowed with a faint cold light.