MTL - Lie Huo Jiao Chou-Chapter 67

When returning to Yongan, it was already very late. The Kings first went to take over the offenders, and Xuan Ye returned to his home with Sheng Lingyuan.

Yongan is not the same as Dongchuan and Yuyang, which are warm places. It is north. At this time, it has entered the winter. It is dark early. At night, the streets are covered with smog-the smoke of cars and the fog of people. , And the intertwined food breath that emerged from the shop windows along the street.

The colder it is, the more vitality the fireworks have, as if eager to fight against the bitter cold.

Xuan Yuan didn't take the road, he went through the small alley all the time. He hadn't been home for a long time, so he had to buy something to fill the refrigerator. Any corner shop can make him come out, buy two pounds of dim sum from this house, and then a little fruit from that house, a short while, a lot of bags hanging on the arm, buy and talk all the way, After chatting, I can always give some extra gifts, and I look familiar with everyone.

"Like people," Sheng Lingyuan stared at his back, thinking.

But he did not believe that this would be Xuanyuan's nature, because Abuchi was not a place where a sun flower could grow.

Born in the depths of Akabuchi, he opened his eyes and was forced to catch the long inheritance of his ancestors. He learned that he was destined to die with this ghost place. He could live every day without any thoughts. Will you die calmly?

Don't you think it ’s the Bodhisattva of Purdue?

Things that deviate too much from the norm, whether too dark or too beautiful, are abnormal.

Sheng Lingyuan was very worried and suspicious. Generally speaking, he felt that something was abnormal and he should immediately turn his head to Achievo and turn down the place where the Suzaku bone was sealed. He would have to touch Xuan Ye ’s ancestor's grave with a few pounds or two. Only clear.

Strangely enough, he didn't, and somehow accepted the identity of the sword spirit, and followed the little demon back to Yong'an.

Sheng Lingyuan has never been a passable person. He inspected himself and felt like a man who wandered for a few days without finding a head. Maybe he was so tired that he was about to die. When he saw an eave, he wanted to go in and fall asleep. It doesn't matter if it's a black shop or not ... otherwise he can't explain his languid flow.

"The building in front is the house I rent. It's a bit small, but the location is ok." After Xuan Yuan said, he found that he was stupid, an ancient man who did not go to work and did not check in. What is the "location" and what can I eat? ?

As the door of the house approached, Xuan Yuan panicked involuntarily, as if Sheng Lingyuan would give his home a grade—Given that the homework submitted by the previous classmate was the majestic Duling Palace, he had a high probability of failing.

Sheng Lingyuan nodded: "Visited."

"Oh ... yes," Xuanyuan remembered this. When Sheng Lingyuan was in the sword, he had been to his house. When he remembered this, he was more panicked, and desperately remembered whether he had done anything humiliating. Things, such as bare / pink feet ... a thin layer of sweat was on the back, and I accidentally said, "There is no more than 3,800 acres, I'm wronged."

Sheng Lingyuan raised an eyebrow in doubt: "How do you know that the Toling Palace is 3,800 acres? Why, after so many years of changing the dynasty, has the Toling Palace not been picked up?"

Xuan Yuan almost bit his tongue, turned his back to him, set his mind firmly, and said nonchalantly: "... history."

Sheng Lingyuan is not a person who cares about the name of his predecessor, even the rise and fall of his country and the change of dynasty, he is not interested in knowing—whatever he should do when he is alive—even if future generations make up a bunch of dogs for him The **** romantic affair, when he heard it, was no more than a laugh, a little annoying, but not yet angry.

After listening to this answer, Sheng Lingyuan did not follow up, he changed a more serious question.

Sheng Lingyuan asked: "Your family has been inherited for three thousand years. Except for the mess in Abyss, haven't you left any industry?"

How can you let the younger generation rent a house on earth? Poor.

Xuan Yuan: "..."

It can be said.

Sheng Lingyuan said with emotion: "For more than thirty generations, this kind of mentality ... is quite similar."

There is no reliable one, it is not that a family does not enter a door.

Xuan Yuan pretended not to understand what he meant, and tried to force his respect: "The rented house is also very good, and I want to move and go at any time, freely. This is all new, soundproof, and the bedroom is enough. The house is very tight and should be quite suitable for you. It is not a rule that there is no living room in the dormitory ... "

Hey, let's talk again!

"It's also historical data," before Sheng Lingyuan asked him how he knew the rules of his dormitory, Xuan Yuan shifted the subject bluntly, "Your Majesty, drink pearl milk tea?"

Let's both say a few words!

This time he remembered picking a light sugar-free model, and sure enough, His Majesty tasted it, and said nothing, it looks like it can be imported. Five minutes later, they both went upstairs with a cup of tea.

"In the house ... that's a bit messy. There is no one in the family at this time." Xuan Yuan had a back that was used to fire wings, and the heat of the night did not go down. After entering the house, he scrambled to clean up Sheng Lingyuan. Get a place to sit, look around, and don't know where to start cleaning.

In all fairness, Xuan Yuan is not a tadpole. His cleanliness at home can be more than 90% of single youths. Both men and women are counted. It is definitely incomparable to a palace where a large group of people are taking turns to clean.

He was like a poor ghost who accidentally picked up a gem. He didn't know how to hide it. He turned around and felt that no matter which pocket he put in, he was blasphemy and confused. The snacks bought on the road were piled up in front of Sheng Lingyuan. Xuan Yuan was busy. He turned around in the room and mixed the garlic with the sweeping robot several times.

After a while, I felt that the room was so disturbingly quiet, especially when I looked back at Sheng Lingyuan.

"I'll clean it up and finish cooking for dinner, and I'll be ready right away." Xuan Yuan pushed the TV on, trying to pull away the glare-like look from himself. "If you are bored, you can ..."

An old professor dragged a long-sounding voice on the TV: "The relationship between this emperor Sheng Xiao and Queen Chen ..."

Xuan Yuan was almost shouted by the old man and looked back-the history of the pulpit.

Xuan Yuan: "..."

What an unlucky show!

"Ah, don't close it, let's do it," the TV lived up to expectations and it really caught Sheng Lingyuan's eyes. "I listen to what he said."

"This is ... entertainment program, not serious and nonsense, nonsense," Xuan Yuan calculated that his credit card balance this month was not enough to buy a new TV, and put his hands behind him, intending to euthanize the TV brother. "Nothing beautiful ..."

Before waiting for him to do anything, Sheng Lingyuan beckoned to him, Xuan Yuan didn't watch out, felt that the front was pulled suddenly, and he took two steps forward to let the TV screen open.

"I have rented a house, and take care of it," Sheng Lingyuan waved again, loosening Xuan Yuan's front placket, and sent him away. "Busy you."

Old experts on television are spitting out the mainstream views of the academic world.

It is said that Emperor Wu was difficult to deliver at birth. Queen Chen did not like him originally, and because of complicated political reasons, the eldest son missed the throne. The Queen Chen became more and more biased towards the boss. This led to the brothers' eyes and mother-child conflict. Duan Yu'an.

It is also said that Empress Chen has too much power and has been trying to control the younger son. He was about to hear from the dynasty, and the young boy grew up in the battle, and his wings gradually became full.

The most unreliable argument is that Empress Chen had a rich private life, raised her head everywhere, and had one leg with Emperor Dan Li, and Emperor Wu had to pull Dan Li away, and her mother was obstructed, so she had to kill her together.

Sheng Lingyuan was stunned, and quickly took a sip of milk tea.

Queen Chen ... When the queen mother was young, she had a daunting face, a horse's face, fourteen like forty, never smiled in her life, and she looked at the ten squares as dung. After the death of Emperor Ping, her widow with an orphan walked around and reunited her human power. Without the help of a "heroic character", it would be too difficult.

By the first year of Qizheng, the Empress Dowager was already sixty-five. Although the horse's face had shrunk slightly, the bunting line also followed the withdrawal of its troops. The territory had not shrunk and was still very majestic.

For the first time, Sheng Lingyuan heard that the queen mother was so lascivious in private.

Old expert: "In the early years, there was a speculation that the Emperor Wu was not born of the Queen ..."

Sheng Lingyuan's meal.

The old expert shook his head and said, "This is mainly affected by some dramas, but there is no historical evidence."

Xuan Ye heard the calf and stomach cramps beside him. He hadn't fully remembered yet. He died early. He was trapped in the perspective of Sheng Lingyuan while in the Demon Sword, so it wasn't easy to say whether Queen Chen was a mother.

It was a very tall woman, always dressed in costume, very hard, with intricate inlays and embroidery on it, like iron plates on armor. When Sheng Lingyuan was young, her attitude towards the lost and recovered young boy was always official. He was asked to stand one meter away, never held him, and even refused to touch his head. The daily greetings between mother and child are like joints of underground workers. Twenty years have elapsed. Words come and go without punctuation.

Both of the mother and son's personalities were cold and hard, and it was also true that later political disagreements were seized and placed under house arrest. He remembers that Sheng Lingyuan did.

But ... he also remembered Sheng Lingyuan's fearful and eager heart for her.

What's the final step?

The noise changed on the TV, Xuan Yuan returned to God, and found that Sheng Lingyuan didn't know where to learn the skills of changing channels, and switched to a folk show. Those gongs and drums seemed to fit his heart. He was like a fear. The noisy and lively old man was just watching the boom of other people across the screen, so he looked up with interest.

Xuan Yuan walked into the kitchen absently, checking the shelf life of the refrigerator's "inventory", and the air-conditioner came to his face. He flashed his mind, and vaguely remembered that there was such a cool and intimidating place in the Duling Palace ... Where did it come from?

By the way, it is Empress Chen—the Empress Dowager's Changming Palace.

It is said that the queen mother is afraid of the heat. There is an ice cellar under the Changming Hall. The hall is always cold and cold, and there is some old staleness like a coffin.

At that time, the magic sword of the sky was broken, and no one could see Xuan Yuan being forced to follow behind Sheng Lingyuan, and watched him sink into the Changming Hall directly.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty stayed a while.

"Get off!" Sheng Lingyuan flicked his sleeve without raising his head, and the old man flew out and hit the beam directly.

Xuan Yuan rarely saw him so rough, and then heard a rush of footsteps, a group of guards with knives ran in behind him, and a dark mist appeared at the foot of Sheng Lingyuan, and the stone bricks of the hall were "clicked" and broken by him. :"Search!"

The old slumped and shouted, "This is the queen's dormitory, how can you allow you to be lawless! Your Majesty, are you going to make love impossible?"

"Your Majesty, the dormitory is empty."

"Your Majesty, the study is not."

Sheng Lingyuan raised his eyebrows. Although Xuan Yuan didn't understand what Sheng Lingyuan was looking for, he suddenly felt that there was something under his feet, very weak, but he was the same as himself, and he said, "Below! Is it in that ice cellar?"

Sheng Lingyuan didn't know if he had faintly heard it, or if he had a fascination with him. As soon as Xuan Ling's words fell, his eyes fell on the floor tile: "Soubing Hall."

The guard stunned, the old uncle's voice changed: "Sheng Xiao, how dare you! What kind of beast are you? Is it true that the magic came down that day, is there no heart!"

"I said, Search, Bing, Dian," Sheng Lingyuan walked towards the entrance of Bing Dian without looking up. "It's noisy, let her shut up."

The guard with a knife covered the old uncle's mouth, raised his sword and wiped her neck, which seemed to open the prologue to the bloodshed of the Changming Hall—the chill in the Ice Hall and the guard in the Changming Hall. All concentrated here, forming a wall of people, Sheng Lingyuan said "the blocker is dead", the silent queen queen's palace immediately became Shura field.

Until the display of the Ice Hall was clear, Xuan Yuan knew that this was not an ordinary ice cellar, and it was arranged like a spiritual hall. There was a coffin in the middle and a spiritual position hanging above it—Ning Wang Shengwei.

It is Sheng Xiao's elder brother.

Xuan Yuan fought a chill, and Queen Chen put the eldest son's coffin in the ice cellar of her dormitory!

Is there a normal person at the Grand Tomb Palace?

An old woman in a Chinese costume leaned on her waist, stood in front of the coffin, and slowly turned around: "What are you doing?"

Sheng Lingyuan finally changed the set of invariable greetings: "What about children?"

Queen Mother slowly turned around, as if she had been in the ice cellar for too long, and her face was frozen and stiff, showing a stiff and blue sneer: "That evil species? Dead."

"Your Majesty," a guard ran over, and whispered, "Ice Palace is not."

Sheng Lingyuan: "Find it again-I put a bit of pain on Tong Er, it's not so easy to move him."

"Your Majesty, Queen Mother ..."

Just then, Xuan Yuan once again captured that familiar breath: "It seems to be in a coffin ..."

He didn't finish talking, Sheng Lingyuan had stepped forward.

"Sheng Xiao, what are you doing? This is your brother's immortal body! You can be disrespectful to the dead!"

"You hurt his bones and blood in front of his coffin." Sheng Lingyuan turned back, "If he knows under the fountain, guess who he wants to strangle."

After speaking, Sheng Lingyuan directly instructed the guards to take down Queen Mother Chen, and then "please" King Ning's body with one hand.

I saw a small organ under the corpse pillow. After unscrewing it, the coffin opened from the middle, revealing a secret passage underneath, and the heat immediately burst out, mixed with a child's miserable cry.

Sheng Lingyuan took a step back first, then broke into it directly.

The black mist was wrapped around him like a armor, and was revived by the tongue of fire. The flame was almost white with a baby roasted in the middle.

The child was wrapped in a protective film, and was about to be licked by the tongue of fire. Sheng Lingyuan picked him up, and the secret chamber magnified the scream of Queen Mother Chen numerous times. Things that have contaminated the blood of the human race, if it does not die, the fire of Abyss will never be extinguished! "2k novel reading network