The Eunuch’s Consort Rules the World

Bailiqing stiffened instantly when he heard the words, he just looked at the emperor coldly, and did not speak.

Emperor Xuanwen looked at him and suddenly chuckled: "Qing'er, you know I need Bailingfen, but don't forget Luo'er, what he needs."

Bailiqing’s icy eyes seemed to be filled with violent murderous in an instant, and he immediately enveloped Emperor Xuanwen: "What are you talking about!"

Emperor Xuanwen couldn’t help taking a step back when he saw that look. Then he sneered gloomily: “I said Lan Ling died by cutting his wrist when he died. Her blood was done for you and the blood mother-in-law. Medicine, although I don’t know why you didn’t feel anything after taking Lan Ling’s antidote, but Luo Er may not be as lucky as you. I heard that he has had more attacks recently, hehe?"

What happened to Barilo at Chitose Mansion was seen by many people, and naturally they couldn't help it.

Bailiqing eyes gazed at him gloomily, and said every word: "What did you do to us?"

Seeing Bailiqing's whole body release a gloomy and suffocating feeling that almost makes people unable to breathe, as if Shura with a sword in **** may turn him into thousands of sharp blades at any time, and Emperor Xuanwen squeezed his hands to death. , Don’t open your face and said: "Do you think that Gu can only simply cannibalize people’s blood, huh, don’t think I don’t know that Lan Ling used her own blood as an antidote for you in her blood? I was also poisoned, and I wanted to deal with me by my bed brother. I just pushed the boat along the water and made people do some tricks on the poison. If you take a sufficient amount of Lan Ling's blood one day, it will be completely detoxified. Isn't it a dangerous thing?"

Emperor Xuanwen was able to successfully seize the throne, not only relying on the support of Marshal Lan, but he was naturally extremely keen and very foresighted. He was always very accurate in seeing people, whether it was against Marshal Lan and Xiliangjing. The choice of talent, or the selection of officials from Bailiqing and Lu Xiangye, has his own way of employing people.

"I...I dare to use you, naturally to ensure my safety. Although you have gone, naturally you will not threaten my throne. I will always keep my hand so that you will not be disadvantageous to my country." Emperor Xuanwen Seeing Bailiqing's appearance, he suddenly laughed, lifted the long hair on his chest with one hand, and said one by one: "Qing'er, I can give you supreme prosperity and wealth, and You are a multitude of honor, you can let you kill my concubine and concubine at will, and send out hundreds of officials and ministers. It is also considered to have followed Lan Ling's words and treats you better. In fact, although I will use you to protect me In the world, but it’s not too small for you, at least more than Lan Ling gave you. She knows why I touched you and Luo Er, but she still used the opportunity to make an antidote for you. Putting Gu in your medicine is like forcing you to accept Huan’s dragon bed, isn’t it?"

Emperor Xuanwen's face was distorted. His Majesty was also a well-known beautiful man in the capital. He was only taking pills for many years and the pain and hatred that Mrs. Lan Ling could not ask for, after the death of his loved one. His sorrow has already eroded his face and heart, making him look strange and crazy neurotic.

Bailiqing's hands have long been clenched into fists in his gorgeous wide sleeves, and his narrow and delicate eyes hang down slightly, and his eyelashes that are as long as black phoenix feathers are glowing with beautiful brilliance, and they are also faintly imprinted on his white face. The shadow made people unable to see his thoughts, but the trembling eye feathers finally revealed his thoughts.

Emperor Xuanwen looked at him with a smile, looked at his appearance, and stretched out his hand to pinch Bailiqing's chin: "Look at you, it's like this. It's really annoying to let my brother look at him back then. He has such a face. , It’s the enchanting evil that harms the country and the people. Just like your mother from a humble background, what princess Xidi is really ridiculous. A group of criminals exiled to the border by the celestial dynasty has nowhere to reach. A group of pirates and thieves arrogantly claim to be royalty. , Called a princess, that **** of your mother still used such a strange face to confuse the emperor and let the emperor neglect my mother, and even want to pass on the throne to you. The twins are unknown, the emperor is really the emperor. I am confused. I don’t know if he sees the most beloved pair of young boys becoming the current male and female, female and female groaning underneath me, will he jump out of the grave with anger, hahahaha!"

His torture of Bailiqing and Baililuo was not only the revenge against Lan Ling, but also the extreme resentment towards the first emperor that year. That kind of resentment and unwillingness had long distorted his mind and soul, and matched with the supreme. His status gives him the absolute power to do whatever he wants. He doesn't care whether what he does is intolerable, whether it distorts the relationship between people, and whether it obliterates his conscience.

His almost crazy laughter stopped abruptly, and the sharp pain in his throat was pinched, making him unable to breathe.

"Is it enough?" Bai Liqing squeezed Emperor Xuanwen’s throat with one hand, and pressed him against the pillar. The narrow and glamorous eyes were scarlet, and the hidden evil spirits seemed to make The entire Sanqing Palace was shrouded in darkness and gloom.

If it is an ordinary person, I am afraid that he would have been scared, but because Emperor Xuanwen had taken too much white spirit powder at this moment, although his mind subconsciously felt the approach of death, his extreme fear caused him a strange excitement. He died. The ground broke Bailiqing's hand that was holding her neck: "Could it be... Did I make a mistake...

Without your humble mother and you, I was...just... the prince whose father the emperor had the most high hopes... You... your mother and son were originally from my race... It's a pity that the mother and the queen didn't treat you mother and son. The production of weeds and roots let you run away. "

The five fingers of Bailiqing gradually tightened, until Emperor Xuanwen was really breathless and trembled desperately. He had also practiced martial arts, and the martial arts was not weak, but he had been addicted to pill medicine for more than ten years, and he had abandoned martial arts internal strength for many years. Being able to compete with Bailiqing, under Bailiqing's cold and slender five fingers, his face gradually became purple, he suddenly felt that he was just an ant, and gradually realized that the cloud of death had completely enveloped him.

He suddenly gave birth to a heart of fear, and tried his best to create a little breathing space for himself, and at the same time shouted hysterically: "You...you don't want...don't want Baililuo...is the cure? ."

As soon as he said this, Emperor Xuanwen immediately felt that Bai Liqing pinched his five fingers instantly stiff.

A glimmer of joy flashed under his eyes, and he immediately continued to struggle: "If you want to...think Barilo...and die madly...you will kill me."

Bai Liqing looked at him with gloomy eyes, and he suddenly let go.

Emperor Xuanwen fell on the ground suddenly.

Getting out of the Grim Reaper's hands, Emperor Xuanwen sat on the ground and coughed in embarrassment: "Cough...cough..."

"Say, where is the antidote!" Bailiqing's gloomy, cold and suppressed voice sounded on Emperor Xuanwen's head.

Emperor Xuanwen coughed and looked at him with a weird smile: "Hey, if you want an antidote, then send Mo'er to the palace."

Baili Qing stared at him, gritted his teeth and said: "Don't think about it!"

Emperor Xuanwen staggered up on the pillar and grabbed Bailiqing's shirt without fear of death. He looked at him straightforwardly: "You are the same as me, are you? When I saw Mo'er, I thought of Lan Ling back then, why? , Do you want to protect her? Lan Ling made you do this?"

Disgust flashed through Bailiqing's eyes, and he flicked away Emperor Xuanwen's hand, his voice was cold and gloomy: "This seat has an antidote, and Mo'er will not give it to you."

Emperor Xuanwen looked at him and smiled weirdly: "You can't have both fish and bear's paws, you choose one."

He paused, and suddenly remembered some other torturous idea, he looked at this Bailiqing for a moment, and a strange light flashed in his turbid eyes.

As if chaotic for a long time, he has become the shrewd and sinister young emperor who finally ascended the throne by unscrupulous means.

"I haven't noticed for many years. Aiqing has become more and more beautiful recently."

Emperor Xuanwen leaned close to Bailiqing's ear and whispered something, Bailiqing's eyes tightened instantly, and then he punched Emperor Xuanwen unceremoniously in the face.

With this punch, he did not use any internal force, and instantly hit Emperor Xuanwen in the face with the strength of his whole body.

Emperor Xuanwen sneered, and suddenly raised his hand, barely able to withstand most of Bailiqing's fist, but he still had a bad force and suddenly hit his chin, causing him to stagger back a few steps, but he She was not angry or annoyed, she just raised her head and slowly wiped the blood from the corners of her lips, and sneered: "You know, I always like you to know and express your intentions, and I also miss you for so many years of hard work in regent for me. After Luo Er went crazy, I haven't touched you for many years. Aiqing also knows how much I rely on you, but I need you to prove to me that no matter what the future is, you will never become loyal to me."

The two looked at each other for a long time. Emperor Xuanwen shouldn't start, dare not look directly at Bailiqing's gloomy and dark eyes.

Bailiqing suddenly closed her enchanting eyes slowly, concealing the monstrous hatred and murderous aura that could almost destroy the world.

His sullen voice sounded in the empty palace: "Mo'er will go to Lufang to bury her mother in a few days. You promised her what you promised, so you won't break your promise."

Emperor Xuanwen raised his brows slightly, and then nodded, "That's natural, Lan Ling..." He paused and added: "No matter who Mo'er is the daughter, she will have Lan Ling's blood on her body, Lan Ling. I naturally want to achieve my wish."

Bailiqing was silent for a long time, then turned around indifferently and walked outside the Sanqing Palace, leaving only a cold word: "Your Majesty, and remember today's promise."

Emperor Xuanwen looked at his back and sneered: "Proving one's loyalty is the duty of a courtier. Besides, have I broken my promise to Aiqing?"

Bailiqing paused, and then left without looking back.

...

"Boom--."

A rumbling of thunder instantly awakened Xi Liangmo from her dream. She sat up all of a sudden, looking out the window for unknown when it was raining.

She took a breath and held her chest, always feeling a strange suffocation and anxiety in her heart. She touched it casually, and the bed beside her was already cold.

Xiliang Mo couldn't help but frown slightly. Soon after she rested at the beginning of the night, Bailiqing had been summoned to the palace, why hasn't she returned yet?

She picked up the curtain and said smoothly: "Baihe, what time is it now, how long has the Lord been away?"

Bai He is one of several second-class girls recently promoted by Mother He. He has a temperament similar to Bai Yu and has always been calm.

Bai He just went to close the window and came back. Hearing the call from the master, he immediately lit a small jade lamp and came over. While raising the curtain for Xiliang Mo, he whispered softly: "Master, it's a moment in time, and the sky is still dark. You are weak. If you are not weak, rest a little longer. If you haven't returned yet, maybe there is something important in the palace."

Xiliang Mo frowned slightly, he had been walking for almost two hours, what's the major event in the palace?

She got up and sat at the round table, let Baihe pour a cup of tea and drink a few sips. The warm tea water warmed her cold heart. She casually raised her head to look out the window. The mottled shadows of the trees were reflected on the window paper, in the strong wind. Shaking constantly in the rainstorm, like an evil spirit with its teeth and claws, it makes people scared to see it.

But Xi Liangmo didn't know why, her heart suddenly missed a beat, she stood up, and before Baihe's unidentified gaze, she suddenly walked to the door, hesitated for a while, and suddenly stretched out her hand to open the door.

Bai He took a look and hurriedly stepped forward to stop him: "Madam, it's windy outside, you must not..."

In the middle of the voice, he was choked.

Xi Liang Mo looked at the slender figure standing on the long corridor and couldn't help but startled.

The violent wind and rain drenched his slender body, the wide and beautiful purple official robe was tightly attached to his body, and the long black hair like flowing water kept dripping with water, and he quietly closed his eyes. Yan Hong's thin lips were pressed tightly, and the rain continued to drip from his white cheeks, giving Xi Liang Mo a momentary illusion, almost thinking it was tears.

But he stood with his hands silently, as if between the heavens and the earth, there was only the arrogant, rebellious dark purple figure, and he was standing alone, even the most violent wind and rain, the most hideous thunder and lightning between the world and the earth were just for the sake of Outline the background of his existence.

People can only watch quietly, even the breath is stagnant.

As if feeling the gaze behind him, he turned his face slightly and saw the delicate and graceful shadow standing inside the door. It was the moment of eye contact that made the cold lines on his face soften slightly.

He looked at her and smiled faintly: "Why are you out? It's still early, so sleep a little longer."

Xi Liang Mo looked at him for a moment, and sneered: "If I don't come out, I don't know how long someone is going to see him in this violent storm."

Then she reached out to him: "Come back."

Bailiqing looked at the snow-white catkin that stretched out in the night sky, with powdery fingertips, slender bones, and shiny skin, but he knew that if the catkin was holding a sword, it would not be stained with blood.

But at this moment, it is like a pink lotus in bud, but it also seems to condense the gentlest touch of color in the world.

He was silent for a while, then smiled at her slightly: "Okay."

Then he walked over and reached out to hold her delicate hand.

The moment Xi Liang Mo touched his hand, she couldn't help but tremble slightly. His hand was so cold, as cold as from hell, but the moment she held his hand, she felt a sudden relief in her heart. Tone.

The moment he stood in the fierce wind and rain, she almost gave her a weird illusion, almost thinking that he was about to turn into the sharpest lightning in this wind and rain, or like the dragon on his splendid official robe with teeth and claws. Generally, breaking through the depressive and dark sky and soaring away.

The wet water stains meandered along the way as he entered the room, Xi Liang Mo sent Bai He immediately to ask others to get up and boil hot water.

She untied the drenched dark purple eight-long embroidered robe for him, handed him a bowl of **** tea, and took a towel over to wipe his hair.

Ginger tea steamed on Bailiqing’s face with steam, giving him a hint of warmth. He took a sip and watched Xiliangmo from the mercury mirror slowly rubbing his hair behind him. Little by little, he wiped off the rain, and the candlelight fell on her face with a strange tenderness.

His eyes moved slightly, and he looked at her quietly.

I don't know how long it took, Xi Liang Mo suddenly asked him indifferently while rubbing the ends of his hair, "Am I good-looking, let the master look in the mirror for so long."

Bailiqing smiled slightly, her eyes faintly: "The lady in this seat is naturally very beautiful, don't you ask why I stand in the rain?"

She didn't seem to mean to ask him what happened.

At this moment, the door was knocked lightly, and Xi Liang Mo knew that the people underneath had already sent hot water in, so he went to open the door, let them send the water in, and then sent everyone out.

She turned around and came back, and while untying the white shirt on Bailiqing General's body, she said: "If the master wants to talk, naturally there will be times, if the master doesn't want to talk, why should Mo'er ask for a false answer."

Bailiqing looked at the woman in front of her, her expression sullen, she couldn't help but moved a little in her heart, touched her face with a big hand, and chuckled out: "Girl, you are so smart that you sometimes feel annoying."

Xi Liang Mo held his hand, raised his head and smiled, and changed his name: "Ajiu, do you hate me?"

"Naturally... very annoying." Bai Liqing smiled, lowered his head, let his forehead rest on her, sniffing her seductive and charming fragrance.

He raised his hand and placed her catkin on his bright and broad chest.

Under the candlelight, there is no-inch strands of Bailiqing, wide shoulders and waist, every inch of the line is just right, flexible and full of strength, the texture is clear, under the candlelight, glowing bright, **** and suffocating.

Xi Liang Mo blushed and couldn't help taking a step back, but the next moment he was suddenly held in his arms, his cheeks directly pressed against his cold skin.

"Ajiu, you go and wash first, be careful that the wind is cold..."

Bailiqing fascinated her ears: "Hold me tightly."

Xi Liang Mo's cheeks were even hotter, but she reached out and hugged him, and touched his back with her fingertips, only feeling that the touch under her hands was familiar and rough.

It was the dense weed marks on his back and the marks of the soldering iron, and there were even some unknowing marks, like irregular scars torn by wild beasts. Once she was just surprised, but I don't know where to start, every time she touches these scars on his back, she starts to feel distressed.

Feeling that the little wife in her arms is reaching out to touch his back, with a touch of pity and distress.

Bailiqing suddenly asked, "These scars are ugly, aren't they?"

Xi Liang Mo whispered: "Yes, it's really ugly. These injuries shouldn't have appeared on your body. They should be old injuries. When you weren't so sinful that year, it was all based on your appearance. It’s hard to imagine how anyone would be willing to make such a move against you."

Bailiqing had a meal, and finally couldn't help but bury her face on her shoulder, gritted her teeth and grinned: "In addition to being so clever you are sometimes annoying, her mouth is so poisonous that she wants to slap you to death."

With looks...

Is this saying that he is a minister of Segon?

Although, this may not be true, but the appearance of this girl taking it for granted made him feel that maybe she, who is also an egoist, would really not mind his vile and disgusting past.

Xiliang Mo raised his eyebrows: "Certainly, you are the master, and the disciple only has you to pass on the truth. If you don't tell me how these injuries come from."

Bailiqing was silent for a while, then suddenly said, "This kind of injury is exactly the same behind Luo'er."

Xi Liang Mo was taken aback for a moment, frowning slightly, and suddenly she had a bad feeling in her heart.

Bailiqing said indifferently: "In fact, the legends that have been circulated by the court in the palace are true. I can go to this day. I did rely on the charm of the Lord at first. As a plaything, I naturally want to meet all the needs of the master and let the master Happy, whipping, burning, acupuncture, knife cutting, thrown into the beast garden to fight against the beasts, make the master laugh, and even..."

He paused, and his voice was soft and cold: "To please the master between the beds, he is familiar with all kinds of tricks."

Bailiqing finished speaking, and then laughed softly: "So the first time I saw you kneeling in front of me, that kind of seemingly gentle and flattering, but full of ambition and stubborn eyes, let me At the first moment, I felt unusually familiar and unusually interested. It was not until a long time later that I knew that I saw such a similar and humble self in your body."

Feeling that the delicate body in his arms suddenly became stiff, a thick haze flashed through his eyes, and then he suddenly sneered: "Why, do you think I am disgusting? Unfortunately, no matter what, you are already mine..."

The threatening words were not finished, Xiliang Mo suddenly reached out and clasped his back tightly, hugged him tightly, almost as if he was trying to embed himself in his arms: "It is not easy to survive. Well, it’s okay, that’s all in the past, no one will be able to threaten you anymore, Ajiu, we are together now."

Bailiqing was taken aback, and the waves flashed through her narrow and deep charming eyes. The fingertips resting on her waist trembled slightly, but her voice was extremely cold and calm: "Girl, if you leave me one day, I will definitely delay To go to hell."

Does she mind?

She was using her way to tell him that she would not touch his past, let alone his past.

Xi Liang Mo buried his face on his chest and sighed sullenly, "I thought I was already in hell, how could I meet you, Master!"

This person, the way he speaks sweet words, is really...not flattering.

Bailiqing chuckled, her hands tightly clasped Xi Liang Mo's slender waist, and suddenly he lifted the fragrant nephrite in his arms and stepped into the huge bathtub.

The sudden infiltration of hot water caused Xi Liang Mo to be surprised: "My clothes are wet..."

The rest of the words melted between his domineering and cold lips.

Baili Qingxie smiled: "It doesn't matter, I just take it off for you."

Xiliang Moyu blushed and couldn't help lowering his head and let out a light sigh.

The faint candlelight jumps gently, and the room temperature is like spring water, flowing through the stormy night.

——Lao Tzu is the lid, the dividing line of countless lids——

The sun rises and the moon sets, and the clouds rise and disappear.

The time of just one month passed extremely fast, as if it was flowing away from fingers in the blink of an eye.

Or……

She never thought that she would miss these days, the days when someone was company and her fingers intertwined.

Xiliang Mo grinded graphite and watched the sweet and purple aromatic juice slowly flow out, and couldn't help but sigh.

Is this the so-called love?

However, she never thought that she was such a person.

But so what?

He and she are actually a kind of person, so they can see the familiarity in each other, see the joy and hatred, see the dawn, the night is waning, and see the thousands of red dust.

"Sister Ling, can this be eaten? It looks so fragrant and beautiful!" Baililuo held a pretty face while watching Xiliang Mo's petals, and suddenly he reached out to the flower juice and put it in his mouth. Stuffed.

Xiliang Mo quickly tapped his wrist with eyes open and looked at Bai Liluo reproachfully: "What are you doing, did your elder sister let you eat? I'm not afraid of dysentery."

Baililuo immediately closed his hand and smiled flatteringly: "Well, I just don't want to eat it, but my sister said I want to eat glutinous rice dumplings."

"Eat, eat, you will eat, and then you will turn into a glutinous rice dumpling sooner or later." Xiliang Mo shook his head amusedly, Baililuo had a beautiful face that was indignant between humans and gods. It's really cute, but I don't know why there are so many delicacies from mountains and seas, why Baililuo likes to eat glutinous rice dumplings.

It's still the kind of glutinous rice dumplings that have no taste at all.

But she still nodded and said: "Okay, you go to wash your hands with Sister Bai He obediently, and Sister Zi will get you glutinous rice dumplings later?"

Baililuo nodded, his eyes smiled like two crooked moons: "Okay."

Bai He took Bai Liluo down.

Xiliang Mo looked at Baililuo's back and couldn't help but sigh secretly. Fortunately, Bailiqing has always been used to using heavy purple rouge, and he just occasionally glanced at that night, otherwise he would face the same picture of His Highness Nine Thousand Years Old The sly and cold face always makes such a cute expression, which is really-weird.

"Well, have everything packed up? I'm going to Lufang tomorrow." Bailiqing's still pleasant but extremely cold voice sounded behind Xi Liangmo.

Xi Liang Mo turned his face and nodded: "It's all packed."

Bailiqing was silent for a while, and suddenly said: "Yes, the emperor will give you a feast of practice tonight, let's pass in a while."

Xiliang Mo didn't doubt that he was there, but just responded and went back to the house to change clothes.

Bai Liqing looked at her leaving behind. He raised his head to look at the setting sun and said faintly: "The dusk is here again, it's the time for magical encounters again."

The burning clouds of the setting sun fell on his delicate face, fainting a vague but extremely cold and confused light and shadow.

At the night banquet in the palace, thirty-six seats were opened in the Taiye Hall, and all the seats were heavy ministers in the court.

Tonight’s banquet is for the apex of the emperor today-Princess Zhenmin.

It is said that your Majesty has been unwell during the recent period. In order to pray for the emperor, Princess Zhenmin went down to Mount Wutai to pray.

But everyone was just the princess. This was a way to avoid the nine-thousand-year-old torture and had to come up with a way. His Majesty the Emperor felt guilty for his dead daughter, so he helped her respond.

I heard that Princess Zhenmin likes seafood. The banquets are all this year, adding ice cubes all the way, and rushing to deliver all kinds of seafood day and night from 800 miles by the sea.

All kinds of sea crabs, shellfish, fish, conch, shrimp, and seaweed are all precious things that ministers can only eat when they patrol the coast. It shows how much the Emperor loves his daughter.

What's the use of just pampering?

A group of people were waiting while they were whispering and whispering.

Lu Xiang, the prince, and even the prince Jingguo just sat coldly, tasting the wine slowly, as if they hadn't heard any discussion around them.

The sound of silk and bamboo music and all kinds of praises to Princess Zhenmin’s filial piety continued until the moon was in the middle of the sky, and His Majesty seemed to have awakened from the weird decadence of the past few days. He dyed it black with black purple grass. Hair, I don't know if I have taken any new medicines, and my appearance also looks refreshed.

It's quite a bit of the smell of the young emperor who ruled the world at a young age more than a decade ago.

Or to put it another way-it's more appropriate to go back to the light.

For the fifth time, Xiliang Mo calmly retracted the hand held by the emperor, sneering in her heart.

But there is also a strange feeling, what has happened to the emperor recently, the gaze looking at her today is unusually fierce and weird, and she feels uncomfortable all over her body, just want to dig out the emperor's eyeballs.

And the strangest thing was that he even allowed himself to sit in the queen's seat, and he was not afraid of getting criticized.

At the same time subconsciously searching for the traces of Bailiqing.

This man is really hateful.

Actually left her alone at the banquet for an hour!

But the emperor seemed indifferent to Xiliang Mo's indifference and absent-mindedness. He only looked up at the sky, clapped his hands, and signaled everyone to calm down: "Today's night is very good. There are only drinks and the dances of these ordinary women, isn't it? To sully such a bright moon, I have a treasure, or a wonderful dance that I have not seen for a long time only because there is in the sky but is rare in the world. I wonder if all the princes would like to see it?"

All the important officials naturally nodded their heads one after another because no one wanted to sweep the emperor's interest at this banquet.

The emperor touched his clean shaved chin and smiled, a faint light flashed under his eyes, and then raised his voice: "Aiqing, please."

Just when everyone turned their faces and was expecting some beauty to play, they were all stunned.

The vermilion lacquer door suddenly opened slowly, and a pure white slender figure slowly walked up the steps.

He is dressed in a silver moonlight plain satin tunic robe, and his wide sleeves like flowing water are dragging on the ground, like a waterfall of long black hair drawn up with a red silk rope behind his head.

The red brocade waistband outlines his thin and slender waist, and then hangs down on the white robe, meandering to the ground.

He lowered his eyes, his face was as delicate as the best masterpiece in the sky, and the corners of his eyebrows and eyes were outlined with the same crimson, faint rouge, just like the Dan Zhu on his lips.

Extremely colorful and beautiful.

The intersection of white and red seems to outline the most beautiful and colorful color in the world. It is the most gorgeous and charming crimson flower that blooms in the dark night.

The so-called outstanding beauty in the world, but so.

Everyone held their breath together.

just……

How can such a rare beauty in this world look so familiar?

I saw the beautiful woman stepping onto the stage, standing gracefully in front of Emperor Xuanwen, and then he slowly knelt down.

"Your Majesty, long live, long live, long live."

When everyone heard this gloomy and cold voice, they were completely stunned. This is... Is this nine thousand years old? !

Emperor Xuanwen looked at him dressed up, very satisfied, and raised his hand: "Bai Li Aiqing invites you. I have not seen Aiqing in this shirt for many years. It is really nostalgic."

Bailiqing lowered his eyes and said indifferently: "Wei ministers are your majesty's courtiers. When your majesty wants the ministers to wear it, the ministers are naturally to serve your majesty."

After that, he got up, walked to Xiliang Mo, and suddenly drew out the special long knife on her waist, and smiled at her: "Madam, I have never seen the dance of this seat, it is today. Practice it for the lady."

Xiliang Mo was taken aback and looked at the knife. It was his favorite imitated Oriental knife. It was a long knife forged. It was called Potian. The blade was thin and cut like mud. It was made of thousand-year-old cold iron. Wu Jin has been tempered by the best swordsmiths in the rivers and lakes for three years. It is his most important weapon besides the puppet spider silk at his fingertips. It is easy to never produce a sword.

Then she frowned tightly. How could she never imagine that Bailiqing would wear this look to perform dances, and she would come out to perform with a shattering sword? !

How is this going?

This kind of thing is not what she thought the nine-thousand-year-old would do!

Performing a dance before the court is still a heavy minister with one person under ten thousand people. Doing this kind of thing not only loses his identity, but it is tantamount to nailing himself firmly to the seat of a minister!

It is equivalent to an edict to the world, and he serves the monarch in Israel.

Even if there were such rumors, it was passed down many years ago to today, and the nine-thousand-year-old now shouldn't be the one who went back to do this kind of thing.

Is Bailiqing crazy today!

But what Xi Liang Mo didn't expect was that this was just the beginning of the hardest thing for her to endure tonight.

Bailiqing didn't seem to see the doubt, anger or disapproval in her eyes at all.

He just smiled slightly: "I think Madam will like it too."

There was an almost frivolous look on that lilting smile, causing Xi Liang Mo to bite her lips involuntarily.

Bailiqing tonight is not like her Bailiqing at all. In the end, what happened?

After speaking, he turned around and walked into the hall with a knife.

The strange Xiao sound sounded, long and continuous, but it was like a flower suddenly blooming between the dark waters of the river Styx in the dark night.

Then came the sound of lyre plucking.

He slowly opened his arms, the long knife was sharp, and a cold light glowed in his hand.

Then he leaped up gently, his slender body twirled elegantly in the air, and the long knife instantly exploded a cloud of cold silver light in his hand, which made people shudder.

But the people in the sky are amazingly beautiful, with the wide sleeves that flutter up like a gorgeous white bird with outstretched wings.

The white bird fell to the ground and turned into a human form, and its color was full of the country. He opened his lips and sang the first words in a soft voice-Liu Lu Lu Sanhe led the soul, lighted the faint blue light.