Ning sighed for a long time and said, "Please, Your Highness."

Zhao Xianger looked at him expressionlessly and said, "First, why are you sleeping on the ground with Ning Xiaoling? What did you do to her? Why did she seem to be scared when she wraps the quilt tightly?"

Ning Changjiu was stunned.

This first question stumped him.

He asked back, "My junior sister is cold, I wrapped the quilt on her. My junior sister is warm and happy. Why do you say she is afraid?"

Zhao Xianger frowned and said, "Then why are your hands and feet pressing on her?"

"Ah?" Ning Changjiu felt a little pain in his brain and could not remember anything. He said, "I have been taking care of you last night, but later I fainted from exhaustion. I didn't know what happened."

Zhao Xianger nodded, questioning his statement, and asked, "You brought me back last night?"

Ning Changjiu nodded.

Zhao Xianger continued to ask: "It was you who saved me, why did you let me sleep on the bed, but let you and your junior sister sleep on the floor?"

Ning Changjiu thought to himself what this problem is? Could it be that the three of us squeezed into the bed and that after waking up like that, the sword would really prick the neck.

Ning Changjiu felt in his heart, but said verbally: "Your Highness's daughter-in-law saved our lives before, and was most injured. He should sleep in bed for both emotion and reason."

Zhao Xianger continued to ask: "Then have you done anything after I fainted?"

Ning Changjiuyi said righteously: "Your Highness, don't underestimate me, I have always been a gentleman."

Zhao Xianger sneered: "Is that true?"

Ning Changjiu said: "Your Highness has been holding his clothes after he is unconscious. I have just passed on some spiritual energy to you, and there is nothing out of the ordinary."

Zhao Xianger stared at his eyes, and a playful smile appeared on Qingmei's face: "There is a mole atomic inch below my collarbone. If the mole is seen by others, it will disappear by itself. Why did I wake up and see it... disappear?"

As he spoke, Zhao Xianger leaned forward and the sword leaned a little to his neck. The loose white skirt and the collar were slightly hanging down, revealing the skin that was whiter than the white skirt. The jade-like collarbone was flawless, vaguely outlining the color of snow-sand.

The sword was at the neck, Ning Changjiu followed the true meaning of the master's "unobservable" in his heart, looked at her eyes sincerely, and said, "Can Your Highness take the sword away first?"

Zhao Xianger's face became colder: "Stop talking nonsense, give me an explanation."

Ning Changjiu was a little nervous. He frowned and thought for a while, and said aggrievedly: "I don't remember having a mole, could it be..."

Speaking of ordinary things, Ning Changjiu took a breath in his heart. There is no mole in this world that disappears after a glance? This girl is not cheating herself, right? Sure enough, as soon as this thought came, he found that the sneer and joke in Zhao Xianger's eyes were clearer. Her light-colored thin lips opened and said, "Hmm? Don't remember? Then what do you remember?"

Ning was silent for a while and said, "Your Highness, this is a misunderstanding."

"Is that?" Zhao Xianger's voice was a little clear and clear. She leaned forward a little, her long hair fell down, scattered on his chest, "What about my face?"

Ning Changjiu continued to pretend to be stupid: "Face? Your Highness killed Mrs. Bai with his sword, and beat her seriously injured and fled. Where is there any shame?"

Seeing that he was still pretending to be stupid, Zhao Xianger twisted his wrist slightly, Yun Danfeng said lightly: "Which hand can you touch it?"

She smiled and looked at Ning Changjiu. Her delicate cheeks were like elfs painted in the night. Her soft and white dress washed away the charm, leaving only the elegance of white tea.

The two were very close, which should have been a beautiful picture, but Ning Changjiu felt the murderous intent suddenly burst out from her body. Although he knew that she should be scaring herself, his tense heartstrings for several days still stopped and he couldn't help but feel nervous: "What should Your Highness do?"

Zhao Xianger said: "You can touch your left hand and you can cut your right hand with your right hand. If you have both hands together, then you can only hold the sword in your mouth in the future."

Ning Changjiu pleaded: "I'm useful."

Zhao Xianger snorted coldly: "What's the use?"

Ning thought for a long time and said in a hurry: "I have a letter from Your Highness!"

"Huh?" Zhao Xianger was slightly confused and said coldly: "What letter? If you lied to me, it would be too late to confess."

Ning Changjiu was held close to the sword and dared not move. He reached his hand in the quilt and touched his body. Finally, he trembled with a letter still stained with blood.

Zhao Xianger looked a little more serious. She took the letter and unfolded it with one hand.

There was a dead silence in the dark house.

Through that letter, Ning Long could not see her face, but could feel that her emotions had changed dramatically.

"Your Highness?"

Seeing that Zhao Xianger had not spoken for a long time, Ning asked tentatively for a long time.

Zhao Xianger lowered her arms and said, "When I formed a acquired spirit, Jiuyu passed on me a memory. The memory said that to cast a truly unique purple palace qi sea, a big evil spirit pill and several auxiliary objects were needed."

Ning Changjiu asked: "Big Yao Yao Dan, what kind of demon elixir?"

Zhao Xianger did not answer, but continued: "The several auxiliary objects are Changying's leaves, Huanxue Lotus and... Bai Lingbone." (Note)

"Bai Ling Bone?" Ning was startled for a long time, and the fire killing of his thinking flashed in an instant, and many thoughts were linked together when the three words appeared: "The bone demon Mrs. Bai, whose real name is Bai Ling!"

Zhao Xianger's eyes stayed on the last seal for a long time. She also figured out many things and murmured:

"My mother had already anticipated what was about to happen at that time, and then she sent Ning Qinshui to the imperial city with a letter so that Mrs. Bai, who was far away from the border of Zhao, was forced to enter the game. My mother knew that I would definitely find some clues about the day after the storm, and then followed the clues to Linhe City."

"Linhe City..."

"But if I hadn't been you, I might have died today. Why did my mother think that I could do all this?" Zhao Xianger's voice softened: "I... obviously can't do it."

Ning Changjiu also understood that Chang Ying's Leaf, Huanxue Lotus and the Great Demon Pill may have prepared it for her, just waiting for her to take it.

Everything she had was just following the trajectory arranged by the empress for her.

Just like myself in my previous life.

He felt that Zhao Xianger's emotions gradually became depressed. Although the slap that Mrs. Bai grabbed her hair and slap was eliminated, the sense of shame was firmly engraved in her heart.

"Maybe I am meddling in other people's business. If I hadn't taken action, Mrs. Bai might not have killed you, but would have encouraged your realm." Ning Changzao comforted. Zhao Xianger recalled the deep sense of powerlessness at that time, smiled faintly, and said, "Maybe you are also within your mother's calculations."

Ning Changjiu nodded and agreed, but he didn't think so in his heart. In his cognition, his reincarnation should be the work of his master. Even if the empress is so powerful, it is impossible to calculate everything. He is more inclined to think that everything in the dark is the result of many chances and coincidences after the master planned the work.

Zhao Xianger stared at the seal engraved with "Holding the Moon and Breaking the Clouds", her mind moved slightly, and she vaguely sensed something. Her lips and eyebrows were a little tightened, and her eyes were as spiritual as silk as silk, with a faint light. There was a vague reflection of these four words in her pupils, which looked like a mirror.

Ning Changjiu felt strange in his heart. This scene was exactly the same as when he first carefully read the three words "unobserved".

He spoke and reminded: "You are weak now, don't force it."

Zhao Xianger said: "The medicine to relieve my heart disease is right in front of me, how can I not look at it?"

Ning Changjiu sighed: "Your medicine is more than three parts poisonous."

Zhao Xianger was not willing to admit defeat, and Ning Changjiu's words even more aroused her. She stared at the seal tightly. If the truth could be seen, what's wrong with poisoning it into the bone marrow?

In her vision, the strokes of the four characters continued to expand and enlarge, and in a blink of an eye it became four mountains piled up with countless rocks, and her vision was about to cross those mountains out of thin air and see the sky and sea behind the mountains.

In a trance, Zhao Xianger felt that she had seen something, and then the world was inverted and dizzy. She tightened her fingers while holding the letter, and the paper was wrinkled with force, and it was almost crushed. Ning Changjiu immediately pinched the sword and pushed the long sword that was eyeing her neck aside. Zhao Xianger's eyes flashed and her body was unstable. She only heard her humming, and her body softened and she fell down.

In her mind, the four words occupied all consciousness, and the sea of ​​energy boiled violently like burning mountains and boiling seas. In the hazy, she saw a back of a fire facing her back, and the color of the end of the world was taken away from the brilliance. Her red skirt was like fire, her long hair was like flames, and the red feathered bird surrounding her was like dancing blood butterflies. Zhao Xianger saw the phantom and her mind was trembling. She rushed forward, trying to embrace her shadow in the broken sea of ​​consciousness.

"Mom..."

Zhao Xianger threw herself down, wrapped her arms around her, and a faint sense of weakness was stained with the pride and stubbornness between her eyebrows and eyes.

But there was no mother in front of her. She only hugged Ning Changjiu, but subconsciously buried her head in his heart. The tumbling sea of ​​consciousness stimulated her already weak body and fainted again.

"This medicine is so powerful..." Ning Changjiu looked at the letter that was tightly pinching between her fingers and smiled bitterly.

Zhao Xianger was like a little beast who was injured and resting, holding his body tightly, her soft body pressed against his chest, and her long hair without ponytail scattered, half covering her blood-colored cheeks. Her gentle breathing passed through her hair was like itching.

Ning Changjiu looked at her cheeks, remembered the slightly drunken redness yesterday, reached out and pinched it, and said angrily: "If you don't have good health, be honest, and you are holding a sword. Who are you scared by a paper tiger?"

But although this scene is beautiful, if Zhao Xianger suddenly woke up, she might have been chased by her with a sword.

He put his bracelet behind her, covered her skinny back, twisted his body a little, trying to place her on the bed, and then called Xiaoling back, who had gone to somewhere, and asked her to take care of this stubborn girl.

But his plan only completed the first and last steps.

As soon as his hand wrapped around Zhao Xianger's back, the door opened. Ning Xiaoling stood at the door, holding a piece of flesh with snow-like patterns in her hand. She looked at the scene in the room in shock and said, "Senior Brother, it turns out that you are such a person!"

Ning Xiaoling seemed to be standing outside the house for a while, and she also heard Ning Changjiu's muttering.

"You actually took medicine to Sister Xiang'er!" Ning Xiaoling looked at him in disbelief and said angrily: "Senior Brother, I misread you! No wonder you slept with me in the morning... You, you are such a senior brother!"

Ning Changjiu thought about what bad thoughts could I have with a small body like you?

Ning Changjiu wanted to stabilize her emotions first: "Junior sister, please listen to my explanation."

But Ning Xiaoling did not give him any chance to defend himself and slammed the door and came out angrily.

The room returned to quiet, Zhao Xianger was still lying softly on his chest. His beautiful little face made him angry. He held her with his arms apart, then pulled her on the bed. He pinched her face again, and then punished her a little, covered her body with a quilt, got out of bed and chased her out.

Ning Xiaoling, carrying a lump of beef, did not walk away. She sat on the steps, holding her cheek, and was furious.

Ning Changjiu sat down next to her, glanced at the flesh on her hands, and smiled and said, "It turns out that the junior sister went out to hunt."

Ning Xiaoling said: "Yes, I didn't expect that my senior brother was also hunting in the house."

Ning Changjiu smiled and comforted her a few words, explaining to her the whole story. Ning Xiaoling listened skeptically and cast distrustful eyes.

Ning Changjiu sighed and said, "Even senior brother can't believe it?"

Ning Xiaoling said: "I can trust it, but Sister Xiang'er is so beautiful and her senior brother is full of energy, I..."

Ning Changjiu knocked on her head and interrupted, "In your heart, Senior Brother is such a person? Alas, I'm so kind to you."

As he said that, Ning Changjiu stood up and pretended to leave.

Ning Xiaoling struggled for a while, followed with the meat, grabbed his sleeve, and said, "Okay, Xiaoling cooked some broth for you to replenish it."

Ning Changjiu sighed: "I'll do it. This cow has helped us before he died. Don't ruin its body after he died."
To be continued...