Liu Ruhai gradually guessed Cao Xiwan's sinister motive. He glanced over with eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling. There were still four words in his eyes: think less and worry less.
She snorted.
She felt that she was indeed a little tired tonight, but thanks to her preparations, she took a car when she came and entered the hot spring pavilion to maintain her health. She had already obtained the prescriptions that the old palace people had used for decades to maintain her health.
Awesome.
The Bai Laogong people seemed to have a good impression of Eunuch Liu, and she talked to him. After talking about her health care, Liu Ruhai was indeed willing to prescribe a new prescription for her.
Poor Xiao Cao coughed, trying to attract Senior Bai's attention. Palace Master Bai suddenly turned his ear to listen to her cough. She looked at her with blind eyes: "I can't save you. You can use my prescription. If you don't,
Go and raise one. You will get sick in the winter... It's hard... How can you end up like me? You are a cunning kid. I thought you could live well even if I didn't care about you. The smarter you are now, the more difficult it is.
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"..." It was so scary. She looked at Liu Ruhai's sympathetic expression and quickly took Lou Xiliu to the hot spring next door.
Xiao Zhao was an eunuch in the palace and was more vigilant about these things in the palace than Lou Xiliu. He looked at Liu Ruhai and then at the old palace man Bai, guessing the Qing Lady's purpose. He chased after her with suspicion and uneasiness and asked: "
Madam Qing, do you suspect that he is a remnant of the old dynasty? Instigating Prince Zhao——"
She looked back at Xiao Zhao in front of the door and solemnly said: "You can come in too, but you have to use a basin to soak your feet, not my face in the pool together. I love cleanliness. I wash my face before going out just to take a bath.
A foot washer."
"..." Xiao Zhao was caught off guard and thought for a moment that he didn't wash his feet before going out. Although he had never heard of the rule of washing feet before going out, he still honestly carried a bucket of hot spring water and put it in his hands.
Sitting on the threshold and soaking my feet.
The mist is steaming behind the door, and screens and veils hang down layer upon layer.
A very small pool could only accommodate two or three people. She specifically allowed Xiliu to soak her feet in the pool because Cao Xiwan once slept with her without washing her face and feet. She was embarrassed to sleep with her now.
I think I don't care about cleanliness.
Cao Xiwan sighed deeply, sat cross-legged in the pool with a hot towel on his head, and gradually submerged into the pool.
Neither Lou Xiliu nor she took off their clothes. Xiliu looked at Lady Qing's floating official uniform. Although it was a green dress, a silver skirt, and a red dress, it was still in the state mourning of the Crown Princess, and it was tied with a white belt.
Green, red and plain white floated on the surface of the pool. The figure of the green lady overlapped and twisted in the water, and her hazy figure could be seen in the starlight.
She's here to heal.
Lou Xiliu put the medicine packets into the water one by one. According to her instructions, she should throw the medicinal materials in the order of Bai Laogong's recipe and soak them in the pool.
Xiliu's dagger was placed beside her. Madam Qing was currently in trance in the hot spring, so of course she had to stay aside to protect her.
I don’t know how long it took, but after the moon passed high in the sky, I gradually heard the sound of the midnight drum in the temple.
Suddenly, Lou Xiliu heard the sound of rain falling intermittently from the direction of the imperial mausoleum, and the raindrops caressed the eaves of the palace.
Gradually, the sound of rain mixed with the sound of needles in the pine forest, rustling like waves and flowing from the direction of the imperial mausoleum.
Lou Xiliu couldn't help but listen, gradually becoming intoxicated and confused, but she could still hear the sound of rain, wind, and leaves, which merged into a stream, flowed into the river, and turned into a small boat on the bank of the Qinhuai River. There was a woman on the bow looking at the moon, drinking a cup of wine.
chant:
"Don't lean on the railing when you are alone. There is no limit to the country. It is easy to say goodbye but hard to see others——"
No! This is Shi Mingniang! She really shocked the world.
Lou Xiliu's face suddenly moved, and it turned out to be a very clear and unique moving singing voice. It actually came! Is she urging the Qingluo female ghost with her singing voice?
With a crash, Cao Xiwan rushed out of the spring pool and disappeared in a flash.
Lou Xiliu was well prepared and chased after her. When she flew out of the palace, she saw several figures just like her, chasing the Qingluo female ghost, but because they couldn't catch up, they could only run away in the direction of the singing.
Fortunately, Shi Mingniang's singing voice can really be said to be lingering for three days. Compared with Qing Niangzi, it is simply heaven and earth.
Lou Xiliu desperately chased her to the vicinity of the imperial mausoleum, but she was worried that Lady Qing would be ambushed and killed. Unexpectedly, she saw a shocking scene, and Cao Xiwan started a completely shameless group fight.
"Don't lean on the railing alone -" Cao Xiwan followed the principle of never losing in a competition of strength between masters, and sang to the moon while running. She didn't feel that her voice was incomparable to Shi Mingniang's, and she just raised her voice and listened to it.
The wind sounds like cranes howling, ghosts cry and wolves howl.
Feng Junqing stood on the top of the mausoleum pine, looking towards the way from the palace.
The puppets he brought were escorted by the little elephant slave Huo Xiang and were lurking in the pine forest along the official road to the imperial mausoleum. At this time, Feng Junqing was shocked to see the puppets rushing out in response to Cao Xiwan's singing.
"What's going on!" he asked sharply.
Huo Xiang also complained, but he did not disobey orders.
He selected the puppets that were ambushed in the imperial mausoleum tonight. He wanted to use them after the decisive battle between Shi and Cao.
Although Huo Xiang was a secret agent of the Yinlong Division, he joined the Immortal Mother Cult. After he killed Malhan, he controlled at least half of the puppets, and the other half was escorted back to the dungeon by Song Chengming. But at this time, Huo Xiang also
I found something was wrong with the twenty puppets I brought.
Without his whip command, the puppets actually jumped out and appeared one after another in the singing of the Qingluo female ghost.
"Damn it——!" He was shocked and waved his whip with all his strength, trying to stop them.
He knew that Cao Xiwan could use the sound of the bamboo sheng to control the enemy, so he specially selected the puppet who was most easily commanded by the sound of his whip. He also practiced whipping techniques very hard to make sure that she would never have the chance to play the sheng.
But now, what's going on!
"Infinite country, it's easy to say goodbye but hard to see now - oh oh oh -" Cao Xiwan sang loudly, adding her own exclamation and passion in the middle, striving to sing passionately and generously, and move people with emotion. In short, as a master, she
Never lose in momentum.
Feng Junqing stood with a frown on his face and looked down. His eyesight was more than ten times better than Huo Xiang's. He discovered the real problem: "No -! Is there an echo?"
Cao Xiwan laughed loudly at night, like a ghost weeping or a demon's voice. There were altars on all sides of the imperial mausoleum. The altars coincided with the formation and there was an echo wall. Of course she had known about it.
Even Shi Mingniang probably knows about it.
Otherwise, why would Shi Mingniang choose to fight in the imperial mausoleum?
Precisely because of the inner palace luck method she passed down from the Bai Laogong people, she can control the echo in the imperial mausoleum and listen to the sound to determine the position. Even in a night battle, she will not lose to the Qingluo female ghost.
The Qingluo female ghost is famous for being good at fighting by the dark river.
"I'm coming -!" She jumped into the crescent moon, moved her hands into a bucket, and pressed down on Shi Mingniang with her head covered.
With a bang, Shi Mingniang's sword was unsheathed.
Far away at the edge of the pine forest, there was the sound of wind and shadows. Cao Xiwan's clothes were blown dry by the night wind while running for two or three miles. She was in a green robe and red skirt, with a plain white face and dark eyes. She was indeed worthy of the Qingluo female ghost.
The name.
Shi Mingniang is as motionless as a mountain, her sword light is dense and surging like the waves of a river, with an endless stream.
The two girls fought to a draw for the time being. But the howling started and the puppets came flying towards them.
Liu Ruhai stopped in the pine forest, looked at the Bai Laogong people beside him, and couldn't help but ask: "Which one of them is your disciple, senior?"
"...Xiao Cao learned it secretly."
"……"really.
"My method of luck is called Qingyin Zhengqi method. There is absolutely no evil spirit."
"..." But it was too evil for Cao Xiwan to use it. Liu Ruhai silently supplemented for Mr. Bai in his heart. Isn't it natural that the old man disliked Cao Xiwan and chose Shi Mingniang?
Under the new moon, Shi Mingniang's sword has a strong light, and it opens and closes widely. It is clear that the sword realm has broken through another level. Her sword power has both the superb figure of the world's best swordsman, and the clear sound and righteousness of her heart.
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Cao Xiwan ran like a wolf in the evening, dodging left and right. From time to time, a washbasin hit the back of Shi Mingniang's knife, or a foot-washing bucket hit Shi Mingniang's belly. She was still singing: "Oh oh oh - Dream
I don’t know that I’m a guest here—” she continued singing her impassioned and strange song.
Liu Ruhai listened intently, the mountains echoed, and her singing echoed endlessly in front of the imperial mausoleum. The strange sound expanded one after another, overwhelming the sound of the elephant slave's whip.