Chapter Thirty-eight Fish in the Pond

Ji Ruochen slowly opened his eyes. A dazzling ray of sunlight stung his eyes and he had to close them again.

He lay peacefully with his eyes closed, exploring the world around him with only other senses. The wind here was warm and the sun was warm, he could hear the chirping of birds, and the fragrance of the grass and trees. It was peaceful and peaceful, making people just want to sleep. The pillow under his head

There is a warm fragrance of nephrite, and a faint fragrance quietly spreads over the tip of the nose.

He still remembered what happened in the underworld, but he never thought that they would still be so close after waking up. This was really not in line with her temperament, and it was probably because she was unable to move.

Ji Ruochen didn't mind this kind of closeness. After making a big fuss in the underworld, his tolerant temperament developed over the years had quietly changed. At this time, he still didn't know how the soul returned to the body, but the Taoist method that brought him out of the underworld came from

There is no doubt about the hand of this sect.

"You feel better, is there anything wrong?" Ji Ruochen said leisurely.

At this time, a soft voice came: "Of course I am good. I just don't know whose girl the young master refers to."

Ji Ruochen was startled and quickly opened his eyes. A soft and graceful face with watery eyes appeared in front of his eyes. It wasn't Qing Yi, but who was it?

She was holding a small white porcelain wine glass in both hands and looking at him, half-smiling.

No matter how strong-minded Ji Ruochen is, no matter how thick-skinned he is, they will all fall apart in front of Qing Yi's Rushui eyes. His face turned red, he coughed several times, and said to cover up: "I just woke up, I'm not conscious, what did you say just now?"

Qing Yi said with a smile: "Young master wandered in the underworld, and his soul has just returned! I just didn't expect that the master was so romantic, and he did not forget to cherish the beautiful woman in the underworld, and he still misses her now. Thinking about this time when his soul returns to his body, he still feels a little ruthless.

I'm willing. But I don't know who that girl is. She must be extremely talented, and Qing Yi would like to meet her."

Ji Ruochen's face turned even redder. At this moment, he found himself on a grassy slope with clear mountains and clear water. Tsing Yi was kneeling on the ground, with his pillow on her legs. The rich aroma of wine came from the wine glass in her hand.

After entering the nose, Ji Ruochen feels hungry in the abdomen.

But seeing Qing Yi again this time, Ji Ruochen felt a surge of joy in his heart, which instantly dispelled all other emotions. He turned over and sat up, and suddenly took Qing Yi into his arms!

The smile on Qing Yi's face froze in an instant. The wine cup tilted between her fingers and fell, and the wine spilled on the green grass. Her long and slender fingers trembled slightly, she hesitated for a moment, and finally hugged him back.

She sighed quietly and gently buried her head in his arms.

The two hugged each other for a moment before Ji Ruochen let go of Qing Yi and asked: "Qing Yi, aren't you in the Endless Sea? How did you end up here? Where are you?"

Qing Yi took another moment before he raised his head, with a soft smile on his face again, "The Endless Sea was very stuffy, and I couldn't stay any longer, so I sneaked out again, and later I found the Young Master here.

According to your classification, this place should belong to Lizhou, not far from Xixuan Mountain."

Ji Ruochen couldn't help but wonder. The world is so vast, how could Qing Yi find him? Are the two really destined to be like this?

His doubts were noticed by Qing Yi. She smiled lightly and said: "Young master, I'm afraid you have forgotten that Qing Yi is a demon. This... his nose is very good. I searched all the way and found this place. I haven't found it before."

I think that the young master has already left his body. Fortunately, the young master has two powerful magic weapons to guard him, and all evil spirits are far away. When the young master is still awake, as long as he leaves the ground, his body will weigh more than a thousand kilograms. I can't move the young master, so I have to guard him here.

Fortunately, the master's magic weapon did not trouble me. I guarded it for seven days, and the master woke up."

Ji Ruochen wondered: "Magic weapon? Which two magic weapons?"

"One looks like a huge light cauldron, and the other is a green light. I can't see what it is exactly."

Upon hearing this, Ji Ruochen knew that one was King Wen's Mountain and River Cauldron, and the other was probably the piece of bluestone. He did not expect that the two treasures were so spiritual that they would protect their masters on their own. Based on this, they must at least be ranked among the great ones.

But isn't Qing Yi very afraid of King Wen's Shanhe Cauldron? Why is he not afraid this time?

When Ji Ruochen asked, Qing Yi said: "I'm still afraid, so I have to drink to strengthen my courage. Young Master...today..."

Although Qing Yi still smiled slightly, the sadness in her eyes could no longer be concealed. Ji Ruochen stared into her eyes and said softly: "Qing Yi, what's wrong with you? Do you have anything to say?"

Qing Yi looked aside, avoiding Ji Ruochen's gaze, and said: "Today is the second day of September, which is already past the engagement period. I heard that Xi Xuan Mountain is already full of distinguished guests, and everything is ready.

Wait for the young master to return to the mountain. Since the young master has returned to his soul, he should go back to the mountain as soon as possible to avoid difficulties for all of you. Anyway...sooner or later, you will have to go back."

Ji Ruochen listened blankly to her words, his chest seemed to be blocked by a huge stone, and he could no longer say a word. When he woke up and saw Qing Yi again, he subconsciously did not think about the time issue.

, I didn’t expect that Qing Yi would tell me the truth. But she was right, sooner or later, he would go back to the mountain.

Here I can't let go of Qingyi, and over there on Xixuan Mountain, Gu Qing must have been waiting for a long time. Which one is more important, and where to go?

Qingyi Yingying stood up and chuckled: "How can we have both ends of the world? You don't have to think too much, sir. It should be very lively at Xixuan Mountain at this time. Qingyi likes the excitement, so let's follow you back to the mountain to get a cup of wedding wine.

.But Qing Yi is a demon. I wonder if he can go up to Xixuan Mountain?"

Ji Ruochen was really speechless and could only sigh: "Why can't I go up?"

Qing Yi smiled sweetly and said: "That being the case, I will have to protect you after I go up the mountain. Let's go. The eighth day of September is also an auspicious day, which is good for getting married and traveling. We set off immediately, and we can still catch up with this day."

Looking at Qingyi slowly floating away like a blue cloud, Ji Ruochen stood stunned for a moment before chasing after him.

"Is it already September? So fast, in the blink of an eye, it has been more than six years..."

Yang Yuhuan stared at herself in the dressing room.

The beautiful woman in the scene has skin like snow, cheeks that are as red as ashes, eyes like autumn water, and lips like red dots. At a glance, there is a faint cloud of smoke floating up, hiding her peerless face.

More than ten maids shuttled back and forth in the palace, bringing in rouge, eyebrow pencils, combs, and jade hairpins. Two maids, one on the left and one on the right, were carefully pulling up Yang Yuhuan's black hair, fearing to mess up even a trace of her beauty.

There was a slight sweat on their foreheads, but they seemed to have no time to wipe it off. Fortunately, there were two other palace maids holding on to the snow-white brocade handkerchiefs and very carefully wiping away the sweat drops on their foreheads. This was not a sign of sympathy for the palace people.

But they were just afraid that their sweat would drip and stain Yang Fei's green silk clothes.

Yang Yuhuan has been sitting for an hour, still sitting upright and not moving at all.

Half of the palace window was reflected in the scene in front of her. The sun was still shining brightly outside the window, but suddenly she saw a yellow leaf floating by.

It's almost autumn again, and every time autumn comes, she will have a different feeling.

That afternoon six years ago, the sun was shining like fire, it was just the height of summer, but in her heart, the moment he left, the sky was filled with yellow leaves flying.

Perhaps it was a coincidence that Miaoyu came to visit the next day and asked to accept her as a disciple. She agreed and returned to the name she had adopted from Luo Mansion, Yang Yuhuan. From then on, she never entered Luo Mansion again.

It wasn't that she had forgotten her roots, but that she just didn't want to mention that name and didn't want to see that study room again.

"Your Majesty, everything is packed." The maid on the side bowed and said. She then realized that it was almost dusk, and under the illumination of the blazing candlelight, the beauty in the mirror was even more beautiful than can be described.

Yang Yuhuan still sat motionless, only gently waving his right hand outward. More than ten palace ladies bowed their heads and silently exited the palace.

Another yellow leaf floated by in the makeup mirror.

Her dark eyebrows wrinkled imperceptibly, and there was a faint mist in her eyes. Today, for some unknown reason, she felt something special in her heart. The heart that had been frozen for several years cracked open again.

Is it because of the blood-stained bluestone? Although she had waited for six years to get such a little clue about him, she was extremely unwilling to think of the bluestone, and even deliberately wanted to forget it, but she couldn't do it. Every time

In her dreams at night, she would see the square bluestone weeping with blood in front of her eyes!

She had denied it thousands of times, but she knew deep down in her heart that it was the bluestone that had been worn on his chest.

But why did this square of psychic bluestone fall into the hands of Ji Ruochen, and why did he refuse to tell the truth to himself and try every means to hide the existence of this square of bluestone? The elixir that Daodezong presented to Emperor Ming this time was very valuable, but it was just a matter of leisure.

Even the big monastic sects cannot come up with such elixirs. Logically speaking, they should not be so petty that they are afraid that they will meet Bao and ask for it. Moreover, even if they want to ask for it, the monastics will have countless reasons to refuse.

Then why did Ji Ruochen still lie to his face? After thinking about it, the only four words that seemed to explain it were a guilty conscience.

Ever since she met Ji Ruochen that day, she had weighed and considered it countless times and considered countless possibilities. But when these four words emerged in her heart, they lingered in her chest like a ghost and would never go away.

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How should she do it?

Before entering Chang'an, my master Miaoyu once repeatedly told her to put the overall situation first in everything, and to think about the people of the world, and not to harm the people of the world for her own selfish purposes. Although she had flown thousands of miles to deliver lychees before, it was clear that

The emperor's order, discussed carefully, is just a detail and not a big deal.

She was struggling in her heart, and slowly raised her hand, picked up the bowl of nourishing ginseng soup on the dressing table, and took a sip gently. The ginseng soup was bitter and thick, and had excellent medicinal power. More than ten herbs were added to the soup, and all the emperors and ministers assisted them.

It’s just right, it’s obviously made by everyone.

Yang Yuhuan's delicate tongue trembled slightly, carefully distinguishing the medicinal flavor of the ginseng soup, and finally found a faint fishy smell from the heavy medicinal effects. This is the unique smell of golden hibiscus. Golden hibiscus is extremely rare.

In addition to the various functions that monks cherish, it also has a rarely known use, which is that ordinary women will be unable to conceive for a whole year as long as they smell a little smell.

This bowl of ginseng soup came from the Prince's Mansion and was presented to the prince Li Heng of this dynasty. The origin of this soup is so obvious because Li Heng thought that no one could see through the trap he had set up. No wonder he was confident

, even if Sun Guo drank this bowl of ginseng soup, he would probably not notice anything. Only Yang Yuhuan, who was born with clairvoyance and had the heart to observe, could see the golden hibiscus hidden under the numerous elixirs like a candle.

"I didn't expect that there is an expert hiding in the prince's house..." Yang Yuhuan drank the ginseng soup slowly, with a sneer on her lips.

In fact, this is not just the case for the prince. Since she entered the palace, various strange poisons and exotic medicines have been added to her food and tea from time to time. This situation will happen every few days. These poisons are closely related to the golden hibiscus.

It's a huge difference, but her intentions are often more vicious than others. Although she is not afraid of medicine and stone, she will be upset if this happens too much, so she secretly executes more than ten palace maids and eunuchs quietly, and then

After forcing a partial concubine to commit suicide by jumping into a well, everyone inside and outside the palace showed some restraint.

Yang Yuhuan was no stranger to fighting to the death in the palace, and the reason for his hesitation was simply because it had something to do with him.

There was a soft clang, and the empty ginseng soup bowl was placed back on the dressing table.

At this time, the door of the palace was slightly opened, and a young eunuch with delicate features ran in, knelt down beside her, and said in a low voice: "Your Majesty, Lord An Lushan'an, the military governor of the three towns, will come to the capital in three days to come to the court.

, he has already sent the gifts to the empress in advance, and they are now placed in the Ruyi Palace. I heard that there are many rare things beyond the Great Wall. When will the empress go to see them? "

Yang Yuhuan lowered his eyes and said calmly: "Let's leave it alone for now. How are things inside and outside the court?"

This should not have been asked to a young eunuch, but the young eunuch actually replied: "After the battle in front of the palace, Zhenwu Guan lost all face. Sun Guo hid in Zhenwu Guan all day long, claiming to be ill and not allowing his disciples to come out.

Take a look at the door. These days, His Majesty has a strong admiration for Taoist Taoist Master Yunfeng, and sits with him to discuss Taoism every day. His Majesty has allocated another house for the Taoist Sect's immortals to temporarily stay, and has cleaned it.

You can move in tomorrow. I heard that Your Majesty has separately promised Taoist Yunfeng to choose a geomantic treasure land in Chang'an City to build a moral courtyard. On the one hand, Your Majesty can visit the Taoist temple every day, and on the other hand, he can protect our dynasty nearby.

Safety."
To be continued...