How could the King of the Seventh Palace not know what Xuanyuan Lin meant? The hatred between the princess and Princess Minghuang was obvious, and they even had murderous intentions.
But one is his wife who has been with him for many years, and the other is his daughter, whom he regards as the apple of his eye. How can one not fight violence with violence?
The King of the Seventh Palace sighed deeply: "Lin'er, you don't have to worry about this, everything is done by your father. Also, I want to inspire Ge'er's elf blood, so I gave her the Prajna Illusion Vine, which was originally
I'm going to leave it to you." "Father, Lin'er is not so narrow-minded. Ge'er has been away for many years, so you should compensate her a little." Xuanyuan Lin said: "The world of immortality is difficult to deal with, and it cannot be solved by the Prajna Illusion Vine.
.If I had the ability, I would be able to establish it without the Prajna Illusion Vine.
I am long enough to survive. If I have no future, my father, even if you spend all your money on me, you will only lose completely."
"Lin'er has grown up..."
That night, the father and son, who had not seen each other for a long time, had a long talk.
In the ancestral hall, Qing Ge was sleeping on the bed with Ye'er in her arms.
The matter in Shenyue Capital is almost over here.
"Does mother like grandpa?" Little Baozi asked in a sweet voice.
Qingge raised her lips and smiled, pinched the little bun's face and said, "I like it."
"Then Ye'er must also like grandpa." Little Baozi said, "Ye'er must also like the person my mother likes."
"Ye'er is so good."
"Mother, just wait a little longer. When Ye'er grows up, I can protect you. Ye'er's fists are going to beat away the bad guys who bully my mother."
The little bun is innocent and innocent, and Qingge's heart is filled with warmth.
She often ignored Little Baozi, but Ji Ye lived up to expectations and became more and more sensible. In Moyuan, the tribesmen would not criticize him for his young age.
Late at night, Qingge walked out of the ancestral hall softly. She sat on the swing in the courtyard, looked up at the bright and clear moon, and the restlessness in her heart dissipated a little.
Qingge's white and tender hands rested on the vines on both sides of the swing. Occasionally she would point her toes and sway, and her bright red skirt would ripple in the night.
Qing Ge exhaled and smiled bitterly.
The fortune teller's words on the streets of Jianglong are still fresh in my memory.
——You will not live to be twenty-five.
If life is a countdown, every moment seems so precious, and even the time to rest seems like a waste.
A clear tear slipped down and flowed into the red lips, smelling very salty.
I have obtained Bai Feng Chao Huang, I have no regrets in this life, and I can be happy for the rest of my life.
However, her heart ached and was pulled.
——Xiao Yueyue, how much time do I have left to use to love you?
She has walked a rough road for five years, her body has been split, her bones have been broken, her heart has been torn, she has been betrayed, and she has fallen into an abyss.
She had the light of the red moon in her heart, and she had endured hardships time and time again, but now she was told that if she continued to endure it, she would be dead.
Exhausted from the past few days of work, she felt desolate at this moment. She closed her eyes and clutched the vines with all her strength until her knuckles turned white.
This heavy responsibility cannot be removed from our shoulders, we can only carry it and move forward slowly.
When she opened her eyes, her expression returned to its previous cold expression.
A pair of embroidered shoes stopped behind her, Princess Linglong pushed her gently, and the swing under the singing seat slowly swayed.
The autumn wind at night was so cold that it hit my skin through the gauze, giving me a clammy feeling.
"Aunt Ling?" Qing Ge was surprised.
It was late at night, and there were no lights in the city anymore. In the dim mansion, except for the guards in twos and threes, Princess Linglong was the only one left.
"I often can't sleep, and my inspiration is exhausted. I like to walk and sit alone at night." Princess Linglong said.
"How long ago did Aunt Ling start suffering from insomnia?" Qingge wondered whether she should give Princess Linglong some soothing medicine.
Princess Linglong looked at the sky: "Probably, ten years."
Qingge was stunned.
What is the concept of having insomnia for ten years?
Qing Ge had only been in Mingyuan Villa for a few days and was about to go crazy. How did Aunt Ling survive ten years? Qing Ge took a pot of Meng Lake water and gave her all the God-Gathering Pills given to her by King Yao.
Princess Linglong: "Aunt Ling, this is the lake water of the Meng clan, which has a great effect on the spirit and soul. There is also this God-gathering Pill, which was made by the King of Medicine. The two complement each other, so you can take them together.
It will be much better if you have it. Insomnia is a small thing, but I’m afraid that my soul won’t be able to bear it.”
Princess Linglong opened her mouth slightly in surprise, thinking she had heard wrongly.
Dream Lake, Yao Wang’s God-Gathering Pill...
Where did this little girl get these treasures? Princess Linglong did not accept the two, but with a serious face, she leaned in front of Qing Ge and said: "Ge'er, Aunt Ling doesn't need these. If you have them, you can
Use it on yourself, you are still young, Aunt Ling, she died ten years ago.
"
Qingge frowned and forced the things into Princess Linglong's arms: "Aunt Ling, I don't need these. You put the things away and don't let others know."
Princess Linglong actually shed tears while holding the God-Gathering Pill and Mengzu Lake Water. She wiped her tears and looked away: "I'm sorry, Aunt Ling, I made you laugh."
In the past ten years, only Xuanyuan Lin and her father cared about her, but the man's mind was not delicate. No one knew how she survived every night.
When Emperor Ming and his mother-in-law learned that she couldn't sleep, they didn't take it seriously. They even wanted her to paint a few more paintings and sell them at a good price.
In the Thousand Clan, all luthiers and painters are proficient in magic. Princess Linglong's paintings are famous among the Thousand Clan, which shows that her magic skills are very strong.
At first, she was the most outstanding child in the family, and her sly skills shocked Shenyue City. The princess had paved the way for her early, but she didn't know that she fell in love with a domestic slave.
After the death of her slave, not only did her sleight-of-hand skills not improve, her strength even regressed.
When the princess learned about this, she was furious.
However, Princess Linglong has the skill of cunning arts, and her paintings will still be treasured by others.
"Ge'er, do you know why practitioners from Qianzu like Aunt Ling's paintings?" Princess Linglong asked.
"Exquisite and wonderful brushes bring flowers to life, and the things painted are lifelike. Such skills are far beyond the reach of ordinary painters. They should be famous among thousands of tribes." Qingge replied.
Princess Linglong shook her head: "No."
"Oh?" Qingge's eyes flashed darkly.
Princess Linglong smiled softly and said: "The art of Guihua is the highest martial arts skill of a painter. I understood Guihua when I was three years old."
Qingge's pupils narrowed.
Although she has not joined the Thousand Clan, she still knows that the three thousand arts and methods are for three thousand generations, caged between heaven and earth, and can be used to guide all living beings.
Princess Linglong took out a painting, which she painted tonight: "Ge'er, look..."
"Is this...?" The man in the painting is dressed in the clothes of a domestic slave. He has two cute tiger teeth when he smiles. He is not handsome, but he is more handsome, clean and pure. "He is the one I love.
He has been dead for ten years." Princess Linglong said: "He was killed by his mother and concubine, and was thrown into a grave without even a complete body."