The soul-capturing mirror in He Lingchuan's arms screamed: "Even he guessed it was Qingyang. What do you think King Yao would think?"
"The king would not believe that the old tree died naturally." He Lingchuan asked Fan Shuang, "I didn't expect that the king would care so much about a pear tree."
Fan Shuang whispered: "There was a time more than ten years ago, when the pear tree's flowers became sparse and a lot of yellow leaves grew. The king was so angry that he sat in Yuquan Palace all day long, and even
Yuquan was executed. From then on, everyone knew how much the king valued it."
"How did you recover later?"
"It is said that the king had a dream at night. He saw a little man in white sitting on the old pear tree and said to him that he was very tired and overwhelmed at Yuquan Palace and wanted to find another place to live. The king recognized that it was the pear flower spirit.
, so I comforted it with good words, and buried a lot of mysterious crystals for it, and then the old pear tree recovered."
This pear blossom indeed has a spirit. He Lingchuan stroked his chin: "Is the king's love for the old tree because they share the same life span?"
"It is said that the late king received advice from an expert and must go to Yuquan Palace to plant pear trees on the day of my king's birth."
He Lingchuan nodded.
As people get older, it is easier to believe in fate. King Yao believed that this tree could ward off disasters for him. Once the pear tree died, of course he would be afraid!
But whether this is a coincidence or man-made, it is an unexpected surprise for He Lingchuan's future plans.
The more irrational the Yao King is, the easier it is to make impulsive decisions.
After Fan Shuang got out of the car, He Lingchuan took out the soul-capturing mirror and inspected the cracks on the mirror.
Although the Mirror Spirit was talkative, without its warning today, He Lingchuan thought that he would not be able to avoid the destructive force shot by the little golden monster.
That supernatural power also contains a little bit of divine power. I'll ask Aunt Zhu later.
The mirror groaned: "Ouch, it hurts so much."
He Lingchuan didn't even bother to say, you are a shield, aren't you born to deserve a beating?
He took out the paste from his pocket and applied it carefully on the cracks in the mirror.
This is a magical elixir jointly developed by Lingguang and Songyang Mansion. The raw material is of course Emperor Flow Serum. It can not only quickly heal mirror wounds, but also give it a good tonic.
He put away the box and asked, "How long do you think it will take for it to heal?"
"At least ten days!" The black-hearted owner is so anxious to get it to work! Forget it, for the sake of the emperor's fluids, it doesn't care.
"There's something strange about your similar magical powers. You can actually absorb them? You've made great progress."
"It's not just the ghost town that has made progress!" Jing Jing said sullenly, "You have never seen my power in the Middle Ages!"
"By the way, between these two damn ghosts, He Yang and Xue Zongwu, which one do you think is harder to beat?"
"In terms of martial arts, they are evenly matched." Xue Zongwu is a disciple raised by Qi Yunsheng, and He Yang is Qingyang's disciple. Their cultivation is outstanding and they have no obvious shortcomings.
"But in terms of actual combat, He Yang is far inferior to Xue Zongwu. People who have experienced life and death in the battlefield have a tough temperament, a strong will, and a rapid response. It is unimaginable for ordinary people. If there is a crack in purgatory, the two of them will
You can crawl out even if your legs are broken." He Lingchuan said calmly, "How can you have a true body that can fight a hundred battles if you practice martial arts in the palace and compete in sects?"
"Xue Zongwu's strong energy means that he has a high level of military management. Therefore, he must die." He Lingchuan eliminated Xue Zongwu, not only to intensify the conflict between King Yao and Qingyang, but also to clear the way for his own future golden gold plan.
Clear obstacles.
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It's getting dark, the temperature has dropped, and the Yuquan Palace has become increasingly cold. A layer of ice has formed on the ocher floor, half a finger thick.
King Yao was still sitting under the tree, exhaling a puff of white steam every time he breathed.
The old palace man tried to persuade him several times but could not persuade him to leave. Instead, he was scolded.
Others hid far away, fearing that they would offend the old king.
Of course King Yao had treasures to ward off the cold, but after sitting under the tree for a long time, when his anger gradually subsided, he began to feel some pain in his muscles and bones - he had been sitting for several hours during the previous longevity ceremony.
As soon as he stood up and moved his hands and feet, Zhao Song hurried in from outside, holding a book high above his head:
"The confession has been recorded!"
King Yao stood under the tree, reading page after page.
This booklet contains the visitor records of Yuquan Palace in the past month.
Not everyone can enter Yuquan Palace. In addition to the maintenance staff of Yuquan Palace itself, every visitor must be guided by a palace official. Therefore, the fastest way to inquire at the moment is to first ask the palace personnel to carefully recall the situation at that time.
In the past month, sixty-seven palace guests, three concubines, and nineteen visitors entered Yuquan Palace.
The palace men and concubines were to be interrogated separately, and King Yao first looked at the visitor records.
You Rongzhi, Bai Tan... these are all frequent visitors to the Imperial Study Room and pass by Yuquan Palace every month. There is nothing much to say.
Then came several foreign envoys.
King Yao summoned them, and most of these envoys would pass by Yuquan Palace.
Soon, King Yao saw He Xiao's name.
Yes, I just met with He Xiao not long ago and made a plan for Youhu Villa.
Regarding He Xiao’s entry into the palace this time, the palace attendant who led the way described this:
Passing by Yuquan Palace, they were amazed when they saw the pear tree. It happened to be snowing in Yuquan, and both He Xiao and Fan Shuang picked a few fallen flowers.
He Xiao did not touch the pear tree during the entire process, and was only two feet (more than six meters) away from the trunk.
After coming out of the Imperial Study Room and passing by Yuquan Palace again, He Xiao didn't stop and left directly.
These actions seem perfectly normal.
Besides, King Yao couldn't think of any reason for this man to kill the pear tree.
So he quickly turned over these pages and continued to check other confessions.
After more than two-quarters of an hour, he finished reading all the information and closed the booklet with a snap.
Among the nineteen visitors, two had touched pear trees, so further examination was required.
There is another person who, although I have never met him, is more suspected than the others:
Qingyang supervises the country!
She once said that the old pear tree didn't like to stay by the cold spring.
How did you say the original words? King Yao slapped him:
I remembered! "It doesn't like that cold spring, and it doesn't seem like it can last long."
Why does Qingyang know that it "can't last too long"?
At that time, King Yao thought she was cursing him, but looking back now, it was clearly a warning!
In the past month, Supervisor Qingyang came to the Imperial Study Room to look for King Yao at least seven times, and he passed by Yuquan Palace almost every time.
She has a better chance than other visitors to observe the big tree and look for opportunities to strike.
With her methods, she can still harm the pear tree even if she doesn't touch it directly, right?
The old pear flower is growing there perfectly and has not offended anyone. How could any force want to get rid of it?
And it happened to be on the day of his birthday!
King Yao thought about it, but he could only think of Qingyang.
He Xiao had just killed He Yang, and Qingyang was furious and bent on revenge, so he deliberately killed his old Lihua, one life for another?