Wei'er thought for a while, "You go out and buy a homing pigeon and bring it back."
"Carrier pigeon? Do you want to contact the spirit realm?"
Wei'er nodded, "Lingjing cannot interfere in the political affairs of the three dynasties, but it should be able to take care of such small matters among the people. Buy the carrier pigeon and pass the letter to Brother Yin, asking him to collect all the information about Shuijiapu and tell me."
Li Yuan heard the sound and laughed and said: "You know Wei'er, I found that there is something better to do than being bored in the spiritual realm."
"Is it?"
"Yes!" Li Yuan smiled again and said, "It's just that I really want to be careless. Do you miss her too?"
The fleshy next-gen spiritual saint remained silent, but the corners of her lips smiled involuntarily.
That side Wei'er was very busy with Shui Xiangyue's affairs, and this side Shui Xiangyue was not idle in Wei'er's place.
She had been sick for quite some time, taking advantage of the cold weather. Shi Ji Fourteen occasionally came over to sit with her, but she didn't know what to say to her. She was careful with her words, for fear of arousing Shi Ji Fourteen's suspicion.
Princess Silan seemed to be on good terms with her, but the apology she showed every time they met made her very confused, and she did not dare to speak more in front of her.
King Dong Zhao often came to visit her, but because of her illness, he never stayed overnight in the Chunhua Palace. She saw the hibiscus bag containing the Holy Spirit Stone tied to his jade belt, but she only dared to look at it and did not dare to reach out.
take.
Occasionally she mentioned it in front of him, and he always asked her if she wanted to take back the things she gave him. After so many times, Shui Xiangyue did not dare to mention it again.
Why is she always able to see but not get it? Shui Xiangyue reflected on whether she had given too little, and she had never really contacted King Dong Zhao. It had been almost a month since she came back, and King Dong Zhao had never slept in Chunhua Hall. Could it be Dong Zhao?
King Zhao was so unsympathetic that he brought back "Eleven" just to satisfy his vanity as an emperor? Not to mention the king, which man would be happy to see his woman escape and successfully escape!
If that's the case, wouldn't it be wishful thinking for her to get the Holy Spirit Stone?
As a result, she had no choice but to sink her boat.
That night, she found out that King Dong Zhao was leaving the city and would not return. She asked Zhu Sha to make the dinner dishes exquisite and warm a pot of wine. Zhu Sha wondered why the girl started drinking when the king was out of the city.
"Girl, you have just recovered from the cold, but drinking alcohol is harmful to your health."
Shui Xiangyue explained: "The king quietly told me last night that he wanted to come to Chunhua Palace to drink when he comes back tonight, so I specially warmed it up for him in advance."
The girl had been putting off having dinner, and it turned out to be because of this. Zhusha smiled and said nothing, thinking that her master was so considerate.
Shui Xiangyue had dinner, leaving only the pot of wine.
Cinnabar thought she wanted to wait for the king, so she stayed with him.
Shui Xiangyue felt that Cinnabar was in the way and told her to go down and rest. If the king came, he would call her again.
Zhu Sha took the order and left, but forgot to take the pot of wine.
Not long after, the person Shui Xiangyue was waiting for arrived.
She sat under the candle shadow and said without looking back, "I thought you weren't coming."
Yin Long, dressed as a royal guard, stepped into Shui Xiangyue's sight.
"Xue Zhaoqing values you very much?"
Yin Long managed to contradict an imperial guard and deliberately showed off his skills in front of Xue Zhaoqing, the commander of the imperial guards. He successfully attracted Xue Zhaoqing's attention and had the opportunity to inspect the palace and approach Chunhua Palace in an open and honest manner.
"You came to me just to ask me this?" Faced with her stubbornness, Yin Long had nothing to do.
Shui Xiangyue didn't answer the question, took the pot of wine on the table, and said expressionlessly: "Drink it."
Yin Long was puzzled, "You know very well that the martial arts and mental skills I practice cannot be drunk. The consequence is that I lose my internal strength day and night, just like an ordinary person."
Shui Xiangyue ignored Yin Long's explanation and said in a commanding tone: "Drink it."
Yin Long stopped resisting, picked up the pot of wine and drank it down in one gulp.
There was no movement in the dormitory for a while, so quiet that only the sound of snow falling outside the window could be heard.
The drunkenness gradually engulfed Yin Long's consciousness, but he didn't ask any more questions. It was as if this life belonged to Shui Xiangyue, and he was willing to let her control him.
Seeing Yin Long gradually losing consciousness, Shui Xiangyue stood in front of him and put her arms around his shaky body in vain, "Brother Long, I'm sorry. In order to achieve my goal, I have to do this."
With his last consciousness, Yin Long felt an ominous premonition and asked dizzily, "What on earth are you going to do?"
There were tears in Shui Xiangyue's eyes, and they quickly fell on Yin Long's face, "I'm sorry."
No matter what was about to happen, Yin Long was powerless to stop him. He finally closed his eyes. Shui Xiangyue took a deep breath and helped him fall on the bed. She looked at Yin Long quietly and reached out to untie his imperial guard clothes one by one.
Throw it under the bed, deepening her hatred for Wei'er every time. She didn't want to take this step herself, it was Wei'er who forced her to take this step. Pulling off her clothes, taking off her cigarette blouse embroidered with jade lotus, blowing
After turning off the lights, I lay next to Yin Long...
Afterwards, Shui Xiangyue sat on the couch all night.
Yin Long woke up by patting his painful head. The morning light had just arrived, and the temperatureless light penetrated through the window lattice and fell on Shui Xiangyue's thin shoulders.
He suddenly realized something and said angrily in a low voice: "Why are you doing this? Do you know what you are doing?" He wanted to marry her and make her an important woman in his life. He never thought that he would be here.
Under such circumstances, we can still get her in the harem of King Dong Zhao.
Shui Xiangyue didn't say anything immediately. After a long time, she said: "You don't have to stay in the palace anymore. Wei'er will definitely return to Shuijiabao in Jinghua Mansion after receiving the letter from her mother this time. I want you to rush back immediately -
—Kill her."
Yin Long was stunned for a moment when he heard this, "She can't stay in Shuijiabao for too long."
"So you have to leave quickly and take her life." Otherwise, everything she has sacrificed will be in vain.
Yin Long stayed down and put on his imperial uniform. Since what had happened, he could only accept it. He stood in front of Shui Xiangyue and said tenderly, "Are you... okay?"
Shui Xiangyue didn't want to see him, so she closed her eyes and said, "Go quickly."
Yin Long has always been self-aware, and Shui Xiangyue's heart cannot stay with him for even a moment, so Shui Xiangyue doesn't care how he feels. However, since he has had her, no matter what her purpose is, he will accept it.
Not long after Yin Long left, Zhu Sha pushed in the door and was shocked when she saw her master got up too early and was sitting on a small couch in thin clothes.
He hurried forward to get a piece of clothing and put it on her body, "Girl, you will catch a cold again. It's not a bad time. You can go back to bed and sleep for a while."
Shui Xiangyue had been suppressing her anxious emotions. Zhusha's voice seemed to tear a hole, irritating all her resentment and burst out, shouting: "You don't have to worry about it, get out, get out."
Zhu Sha had never seen the eleventh girl so angry. She was so scolded that she couldn't recover. She turned around and walked out with her eyes red with grievance.