After returning to the palace for a long time, Yan Zhen was not in the mood to see anything, so he headed towards the harem in diameter. Yuxiu Palace, a place where the concubine lives, and this place was where Yan Zhen's mother lived and the woman who lost the elf of the past.

"Fourth Prince!"

"Fourth Prince!"

"Fourth Prince!"

“---------------!”

The palace maids here knew him, and they all greeted him, and Yan Zhen nodded. Then they walked into the hall in a diameter and happened to see a woman reading a book. The woman was dressed in luxurious silk, wearing a simple hairpin on her head, her fingers were slender, and her eyebrows were somewhat similar to Yan Zhen. She was Huifei and Yan Zhen's biological mother.

"My son bowed to my mother." Yan Zhen knelt on one knee.

"You have returned from traveling, have you ever gone to your father and asked?" Huifei did not look up immediately, but asked calmly.

"Just as soon as my son returned from his father, he came to pay his respects to his mother." Yan Zhen said.

"Get up! This time you have been traveling for four years. It's been four years, and your mood has calmed down." Hui Fei asked, and then looked at her son. His face no longer had the angry expression of four years ago, but was very calm, and there was a little relief on her face.

"My son has gained a lot in the past four years of traveling. Please rest assured, Mother, I will not be reckless." Yan Zhen said calmly.

"It's great, it's worth mercy to Your Majesty. You didn't waste my thoughts." Huifei sighed and said, "Just because of Zhang Kaifeng, your temperament has changed drastically. I really don't know what he is good about. One is depressed, one can be stunned all day long."

"Although Zhang Kaifeng was born in the Demon Sword, he treated his son and his sister sincerely and never had the intention to kill him." Yan Zhen explained: "It's a pity that he died young, otherwise with his efforts, he would definitely become a generation of sword masters in our Dayan Martial Arts."

"It's not necessarily true that you die young!" Concubine Hui smiled in surprise and said, "You will come back, it's just that you have news about him."

"It seems that nothing can be hidden from my mother's mother." Yan Zhen smiled and said, "There is indeed news about him, but he still has no idea of ​​life and death."

"That's why your Majesty ordered you to go." Huifei said in a daze, saying, "However, there were more than one person who had made enemies with the Demon Sword Dao at the time. You must be careful in this trip."

"My son knows." Yan Zhen replied, "Where is Qingqing?"

"The situation is getting better, but I will still lose my mind from time to time. Don't tell her this news, so as not to be sad again." Huifei said: "Zhang Kaifeng's temperament is like his father, and he is a seed of passion. Qingqing doesn't know why he fell in love with him."

"The seeds of passionateness, indeed, Lin Tingyi's romantic life almost made the women in the capital fall in love with it. At that time, he brought back a woman. I wonder how many people in the capital were crying and fainting in the toilet."

"My son knows!" Yan Zhen sighed and said, "It is not a solution to lock her up like this. It is better to go out and take her out for a break."

"Okay, but you are not allowed to mention that person's name." Huifei agreed.

"Then I will go and see her." Yan Zhen took a leave.

Yuxiu Palace is very big, and few people come here. Under the green bamboo forest, a woman is painting attentively. The man in the painting appears lifelike in her pen. The woman's dress is very simple. She is wearing a green silk dress, like a martial arts woman. She is tied with a strap on her head. She looks quite satisfied when she looks at the young man in the painting. After closing the painting, Shuiling looked a little smile in her eyes. She didn't notice that someone had come in at all, so she continued to pick up the pen and paint.

A colorful long sword was inserted next to the woman, and the sword was surrounded by seven-colored light, which looked like a rainbow under the shadow of the bamboo forest, which was very beautiful. If the old drunkard had to give his thumbs up here, the roots and bones of my disciples were indeed the best in the world. In such a short time, you can enter the peak of God Transformation. The Rainbow Sword Technique is Progressing God, who can compare today?

"The painting craftsman is rising." Yan Zhen suddenly spoke, but the woman did not react and was about to move forward further.

"Kingzheng!"

The rainbow sword suddenly sounded out from the scabbard, and in silence, several sword lights shot out quickly, facing Yan Zhen.

The sword sounded, and then it was the sword energy. Such sharp sword energy cut through the void in the air. The colorful light made people yearn for it and couldn't help but be obsessed with it.

"Hey! Girl, you're just treating your fourth brother. But after I came back, I came to see you." Yan Zhen changed his color and hurriedly retreated.

Facing the attack of sword energy, Yan Zhen clenched his fist, and the Hunyuan skill was poured into the fist and smashed it out suddenly. His fist carried the thick fist force and ran forward.

"Dong!"

The sword lights scattered and fell on the ground. The ground suddenly looked like paper, revealing tiny finger holes. The air waves swelled, rolling up a layer of smoke and dust.

"Zheng!"

The sword light flashed, and the green shadow drew the sword out, and a sword stabbed out, and the colorful sword light enveloped the light. The sharp sword force made Yan Zhen's expression shake and he did not dare to be careless. Immediately, a golden dragon-shaped true energy gathered on Yan Zhen's arm, rushed forward with a fierce punch, and the dragon roared and shook the sky.

"when!"

In Yan Zhen's hand, a long sword was grabbed by him. His palms were filled with golden light, like gold, making the extremely sharp rainbow sword unable to make a tiny bit.

"You've had enough fun!" Yan Zhen breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the Rainbow Sword.

"Hmph! Not fun." Qingqing put away his sword and returned to the sheath, and continued to lift his pen to paint.

"Why, I just came back, don't you want to know some fun things outside?" Yan Zhen asked.

"I don't want to!" The little witch was as willful as ever, which made Yan Zhen almost choke.

"Okay! Since you don't want to know," Yan Zhen sighed, walked up to look at the painting on the stone table, and said, "So many years have passed, can't you let it go? He has been dead for four years."

"Let it go?" Qingqing's brush paused a little and continued to paint and said, "I have nothing to do with him."

"Then what do you want to draw his portrait every day?" Yan Zhen shook his head and said.

"You have to care!" Qingqing did not look back.

"Since that's the case, I'll leave first." Yan Zhen swallowed the words he said.

"Wait!" Qingqing turned around and said, "You won't go to the Three Treasures Hall without any trouble, make it clear."

"What else can I do? Can't I come to see you?" Yan Zhen laughed in silence.

"You talk a lot today, and you always mention him." Qingqing was very keen.

"Is there any?" Yan Zhen pretended to be stupid and said, "You are too careless."

"No leave!" Qingqing pulled out the rainbow sword and stopped him: "If you don't explain it clearly, you can't leave."

"Hey, your sword is closer, and my life will be lost here." Yan Zhenxie, but when he saw the sword blade slowly approaching, he still compromised and said, "Actually, I have already told my mother that she agreed to you go out."

"Is that true?" Qingqing was surprised.

"Of course, when did I deceive you?" Yan Zhen's tone was much more firm.

"When will I go and play?" Qingqing became more energetic.

"tomorrow!"

"Where to go!"

"grassland!"

"Yeah, I haven't gone to the grassland to have some fun yet?"

"I can leave!"

"Get out!"

Yan Zhen, who was covered in dust, left here, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then regained the majesty of the fourth prince, without any change on his face.

On the morning, two fast horses left the capital early in the morning.

In a huge mansion in the Southern Wilderness, it is majestic and vast. People coming and going are full of admiration, and the faces on the mansion are full of proud expressions.

This mansion is the Murong family, one of the four major martial arts families. In a secluded bamboo forest in the mansion, a white figure suddenly jumped on the bamboo forest.

Bai Ying held a blue sword in her hand and spited her sword technique on the bamboo forest. The sword shadow radiated blue lights, and a woman was reflected in the blue light. This was an extremely beautiful woman, like a secluded orchid in the valley, very vast, with a kind of tranquil beauty, perfectly united with the beautiful natural scenery around her, as if she was part of the world's beauty.

The bamboo shadows were everywhere, and the bamboo leaves fell down under her sword. Then, the woman in white stepped on the bamboo leaves and rose up again. She danced her sword again in the air, like a mysterious woman dancing in her sleeves.

After a long time, the woman in white fell down. The woman caught the bamboo leaves and stood with her sword.

"Snow!"

Mutually, a slightly cold and spring breeze came.

"Who are you?"

The man in white just smiled without answering, and then disappeared again.

"Who are you?" the woman in white murmured to herself, and the bamboo leaves in her hand were blown away by the wind.

"Miss, what are you staying?" A voice came and a maid came.

"Xiaoxiao, what's wrong?" The woman in white returned to her coldness again.

"What else can it be? That shameless Nangong Jun is here." Although Qing Leng is the most beautiful existence in the eyes of this maid, with her existence, I don't know how many talents in the Nangong family have broken through, and they just want to witness her side. Especially Nangong Jun made her very dissatisfied, and in her words, she was silly.

Murong Qingxue laughed silently and took back the famous martial arts sword. Xiao Xiangjian said, "Nangong Jun is a young man from a powerful martial arts martial arts sword after all, and in your eyes it's so unbearable."

"Of course." Xiaoxiao hummed and said, "It's not as good as Mr. Zhang's hero."

"Who is Mr. Zhang?" Murong Qingxue asked.

Xiaoxiao knew that she had broken her promise, so she immediately changed her words and said, "Of course it's the Zhang family who sells sesame cakes."

"Oh! It seems that Xiaoxiao has fallen in love with that young master Zhang. Why would I tell you about this marriage one day?" Murong Qingxue looked clear.

"Miss, don't you, I haven't grown up yet?" Xiaoxiao begged.

"This is not OK!"

“-----.”

The laughter of playful laughter came from the bamboo forest, covering up the doubt and continuing to exist.

"Axue is recovering well." An old man stood on the mountain and looked down.

"Thanks to you, you are old, so that her realm can progress to her. As I expected, she will be able to break through to the realm of transformation next year." Murong Changtian said with a smile.

"This is true. After this girl lost her memory about that person, she became focused on her martial arts practice, and her realm was naturally a thousand miles a day." The old man was very pleased with his beard, and then said: "It's just that the news about Zhang Kaifeng has appeared again. If the girl knows, I wonder if it will affect her."

"You can rest assured about this. I was worried at first, but she had never thought of Zhang Kaifeng in the past four years. This is also the best for her. That person has passed." Murong Changtian said in a deep voice.

"Maybe!" the old man sighed.

There was a silence in the forest again.
Chapter completed!