After Yang Hong finished speaking, he immediately saw Jiu Ci looking towards him. Yang Hong swallowed hard, his scalp was numb, and he did not dare to look at Jiu Ci.
This ceremony of offering sacrifices to heaven was almost all hosted by Mingyuan Villa. As the owner of Mingyuan Villa, Yang Hong was naturally very proud and in high spirits.
But no one knew what he was going through. Palace Master Ziyun and Jiu Ci were each more terrifying than the other, and both of them were about to crush him into a pulp.
When the soldiers in Dongzhou heard Yang Hong's words, they all looked at Yang Hong warily.
The empress is the white moonlight in their hearts, a god-like existence.
If the Empress is really sleeping, wouldn't it be a great shame and humiliation if someone carried her out to cross the Holy Light?
Jiu Ci had no other thoughts in his mind. He only knew that his sister seemed tired. In order to have a good sleep, he even took fifteen spirit-condensing pills, knowing that they would have strong side effects.
Even for an adult cultivator with a full soul, even if she suffers from insomnia, taking two pills is already the limit. With ten needles inserted into her soul, how can she bear the pain after taking so many spirit-condensing pills?
Jiu Ci didn't want to disturb her in any way. He just wanted to guard the attic and wait for Ge'er to wake up.
The matter of killing weapon spirits has turned Mingyuan Villa upside down. The Mingyuan Sword Formation has blocked the Villa for fourteen days. Tens of thousands of cultivators have long been impatient and can't wait to go home.
Now, as long as we continue to investigate the Empress, we can end the investigation. However, the Empress is sleeping, and the Dongzhou soldiers are unwilling to bring the Empress down. How can they not be anxious?
Among the crowd, Shangguan Rui and the eldest son walked out with Mu Qingxue. In the early autumn, the night wind was indeed very cool, but Mu Qingxue was wrapped tightly and there was no wind.
She didn't dare to show any part of her body, even just her collarbone and wrist. There were dense bruises and bruises everywhere, like a mark of shame that could never be removed.
In half a month, she experienced purgatory on earth, from the abyss of painful despair, crying every day and every night, to now numbly accepting the reality.
She was tired of living like this and had become numb to it.
Every day, either Shangguan Rui would scold the old lady at home in her ears, or the stupid Shangguan eldest son would treat her like a toy.
Shangguan Rui was indeed very kind to her and loved her, but he also kept blocking her Dantian and wanted to cut off her wings and turn her into a puppet doll without a soul or sense of resistance.
However, if she resisted even a little bit, Shangguan Rui would beat and scold her at every turn, using whips and sticks to destroy all her pride.
Even this morning, Shangguan Rui's voice was filled with resentment.
Mu Qingxue is young and beautiful, with a smooth and white belly.
That's Shangguan Rui's favorite place.
He often said that when a woman gives birth to a child, the skin on her abdomen becomes wrinkled and ugly, making people's hair stand on end just by touching it.
When she was young, Princess Jianglong was also a well-known beauty.
She gave birth to two children in succession, which greatly weakened her vitality. When Shangguan Rui was pregnant, she went to have sex with her, which also caused the princess's temperament to change drastically and she was no longer gentle.
Mu Qingxue saw Craftsman Lingxu at a glance. He didn't even look at her. He was as indifferent as a stranger. Everyone was at Mingyuan Villa. In half a month, he didn't even care about her.
As long as Master Lingxu cared about her, he would not be bullied like this by Shangguan Rui.
Mu Qingxue also wanted to find a good husband and envied those immortal couples. She longed for her future husband and thought about the beauty of herself in the phoenix crown and rosy crown countless times.
The existence of Shangguan Rui broke her expectation for a beautiful love.
There is indeed true love in this world, but 90% of people cannot find it... She is one of the 90%.
Her life was ruined by a pair of inhumane father and son.
Mu Qingxue's numb eyes were lifeless and empty, and they no longer had the charm of the past.
Within half a month, she became extremely haggard, as if she had aged by ten years.
Even so, Shangguan Rui was still fascinated by her.
Because he was already tired of the woman at home.
Ever since she gave birth to her child, she no longer looked like a woman, but more like a madman.
Whenever Mu Qingxue heard these abuses and complaints, she would feel pity for that woman.
A princess from a different plane was married to the hopeless Shangguan Rui. Because of this, Shangguan Rui rose through the ranks and became the head of the Shangguan family.
He gave birth to two sons in a row and almost lost his life. This caused the root of his illness, but he was rejected by his husband.
The sweet words and vows of eternal friendship in the past were all like jokes.
Maybe they were sincere and honest when they made the promise, but no one expected that they would end up hating each other.
There are too many couples in this world who are separated by a sea of blood and hatred.
If the other party is not a princess, but just an ordinary woman, how dare she beat and scold Shangguan Rui at every turn?
I'm afraid that Shangguan Rui would have divorced him long ago.
Mu Qingxue's temperament was no longer aloof, and she looked at Jiu Ci again. Every time she saw him, her heart was weeping.
In the past, I felt that Jiu Ci was superior, but now I feel that I am dirty and disgusting, and I don't deserve to even look at him.
At this time, she would think that it would be great if she were from Dongzhou... The empress has never given up on her people.
Even though Mu Qingxue didn't want to admit it, she had to say that the group of people who followed the empress were really enviable.
Mu Qingxue's eyes were slightly red and she lowered her eyes... "Nine Halls?"
Yang Hong spoke tentatively.
"Go away -" Jiu Ci said, got up and walked along the circular stairs towards the attic.
The cultivators surrounding the camp were all making a lot of noise, disturbing his sister's sweet dreams.
Mo You stood on one side and looked at Jiu Ci from a distance. During these ten days, Jiu Ci no longer laughed and was depressed and painful every day.
Even the warriors of Dongzhou and the killers of Yingyue Tower are afraid of such Jiu Ci, let alone other practitioners.
She had long heard of the name of Jiu Ci, a very willful man who took life and death and was bloodthirsty.
He was just such a man. He would act like a hooligan every time he saw her. He was so careless that Mo You almost forgot what a terrifying person the legendary Jiu Ci was.
Seeing Jiu Ci's attitude, the cultivators gathered around started discussing and whispering with the utmost malice towards the young empress who had been sleeping soundly for ten days.
"The only one missing is the Empress. Why is Dongzhou so ink? Are we going to delay tens of thousands of us just for her alone?"
The heaven-sacrifice ceremony has ended, and they are still left in Mingyuan Villa.
The villa is covered by the Mingyuan Sword Formation. What is the difference between each of us and the prisoners who are jailed?
After ten days of hard work, I thought that after all the investigations were completed, we would be able to launch an attack. ""A good person, but also a very talented monster. If he goes crazy and doesn't fall asleep during the retreat, what does it mean to be asleep now?"