Qingge's spiritual consciousness returns to the body, and then cultivates the immortal soul.
The aperture has opened the door to chaos. As long as Qingge cultivates her immortal soul, her spiritual power will be invincible in the future! Her current mental power has also reached a bottleneck, and she will survive the thunder tribulation anytime and anywhere, but she is able to control it.
Since the return of the Qinglian clan, Qingge not only has to fight against the evil spirit of the blood demon, but also has to restrain the incomplete soul and ten ineradicable spirit-removing needles! The most terrifying thing is that even if he finds a solution to the spirit-removing needle,
With the help of the needle, her soul has become accustomed to this state and cannot escape from the spirit-removing needle.
Shoveling away the spirit-removing needle will become a very dangerous thing.
However, the very important problem that Qingge faces now is that if there are ten spiritual eradication needles, her mental strength will definitely not be able to withstand the thunder tribulation.
Failure to overcome the Heavenly Thunder Tribulation means that her spiritual power will stop here and she will never make any further breakthroughs.
Qingge is a body of three cultivations, and among the three main professions, spiritual talent may not be the best, but Qingge loves spiritual masters.
Every time she tempers her soul or uses her spiritual power to fight, Qingge feels particularly comfortable all over her body, from the inside out.
Qingge can't find any other way to consolidate the soul to survive the thunder tribulation for the time being. Even if there is, it is only a temporary measure and cannot be a long-term plan.
After all, with the state of her soul that has been inserted with the spirit-removing needle, it is already very good to be able to maintain the present moment. It is wishful thinking to go through the thunder tribulation.
If it weren't for the Soul Flower in the Spirit Ring, Medicine King's God-Gathering Pill, and the Dream Lake in her realm of nothingness, these ten spirit-eradicating needles would sooner or later drive her crazy.
Not only that, if the spirit-removing needle really shakes her, the most terrifying thing is that the evil spirit of the blood demon that is eyeing her will strike a fatal blow when her soul is weak.
Qingge concentrated on tempering the immortal soul. In the other main hall of Chang'an Palace, Lord Haitang opened the door excitedly.
"King..." The maids on both sides bowed and nodded respectfully.
Lord Haitang immediately put on the airs of a noble person, waved his sleeves, and then walked in slowly, "You guys can go out."
"yes."
After the maid in the palace left, Lord Haitang saw the looming figure behind him through the dancing rouge-colored gauze.
Xiaoxiang was wearing a light green dress. When she saw Lord Haitang, she nodded gently: "King, are you here?"
"Xiaoxiang, please be my queen. I only need a scoop of weak water from you. In the Sixth Palace of Chang'an, you are the only one beside me."
After recovering his cultivation, the first thing Lord Haitang did was to share his joy with the woman he loved.
Xiaoxiang looked at Lord Haitang complicatedly and withdrew her hand.
Sober reason finally defeated her.
After all, she is a prostitute, how can she be the queen of the world?
Now is another troubled time. Chang'an City is suffering from the catastrophe from the Xuanqing Dynasty. All civil and military officials are focusing on consolidating the basic defense of Chang'an City and preventing the abyss of disaster.
If Lord Haitang favors her exclusively, there will be no other women in the Sixth Palace except her, the queen, and she will be said by the world to be a witch who seduces the monarch.
Her king is so good that she doesn't want to see people in the world slander him.
She had been by his side for so many years without any regrets, not caring about her status and only wishing him well.
"King, I have a sweetheart, and I will not marry anyone other than him."
Xiaoxiang pretended to be distant and said coldly.
Her words were sharp and barbed.
Each thorn stabbed into Lord Haitang's heart.
In the past, if Xiaoxiang said this, Lord Haitang would definitely leave in despair.
But this time, Lord Haitang not only didn't leave, but also grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms.
His eyes were filled with anger, and he finally grabbed her chin, forcing her to raise her face, lower her head and kiss her.
The woman's lips were softer than expected, like the sweet-scented osmanthus candy sold on Chang'an Street, fragrant and sweet.
It was out of control, and only the heat between the lips and teeth was left, and the temperature continued to rise.
Xiaoxiang gradually became unable to resist, and finally collapsed in his arms.
For a long time, Xiao Xiang was distraught and her whole body felt like electricity. Lord Haitang picked her up and whispered in her ear: "If you don't want to marry her, why are you paralyzed in my arms?"
Xiaoxiang's face suddenly turned red, and her ears were burning. She looked at him with blurred eyes, but she shed two lines of clear tears, and her eyes turned red.
Lord Haitang kissed away the tears at the end of her eyes, his heart aching: "Don't cry, I won't embarrass you anymore. If you have someone else in your heart, just leave him a place. You can stay with me."
, I am already very happy."
Lord Haitang was about to put her down, but Xiaoxiang's hands were hooked around his neck, and she buried her face in Lord Haitang's neck, sobbing softly and choking: "I am just a prostitute, with a humble status, and I don't know anything about music, chess, calligraphy or painting.
, I don’t have the grace of a lady, I don’t know a few words, I just know some dancing skills.
How am I worthy to marry the king?
I don't deserve it.
I am lucky enough to be able to be the king's maidservant for the rest of my life, so how can I be greedy and ask for anything else?"
Hearing this, Lord Haitang's eyes trembled slightly, and he was immediately surprised: "You...your sweetheart is me?"
"Yes, my sweetheart is only the king."
Xiaoxiang raised her head, tears streaming down her face.
"If this king wants to marry you, it must be you, and it can only be you."
"Since ancient times, how can any wise king marry a prostitute as his wife?
It will be opposed by all civil and military officials and the people of the world."
"Is it important?"
Lord Haitang asked back: "Among the civil and military officials of the dynasty and all living beings in the world, are you important?
The so-called wise king is one who protects the family and the country, is well versed in the ways of the country, understands the power of the emperor, and loves the people like a son.
Does it have anything to do with whether I marry you or not?
Even if I am a mediocre and foolish king, that is my personal problem, does it have anything to do with you?
No, why should you turn other people’s prejudices into an unshakable mountain on your own shoulders? Why don’t you abandon those worldly views, marry me, and live with me for the rest of your life?”
Lord Haitang sat on the imperial concubine's couch, and Xiaoxiang in his arms sat on his lap.
"I don't want to see others... being prejudiced against you..." Xiaoxiang whispered.
Even though she herself has been criticized by thousands of people, she has already become accustomed to it.
She couldn't accept even if others said something bad about Wang.
Lord Haitang held her hand tightly, and the warmth in his palm enveloped her.
"Are you willing to accompany me and suffer the pain of thousands of arrows piercing your heart?"
Lord Begonia asked.
Xiaoxiang suddenly raised her face, and Lord Haitang said affectionately: "No matter how vicious the prejudices of the world are, they are not as good as the smile on your face."
Xiaoxiang shed tears, as if they were stuck in her throat, but she threw herself into the arms of Lord Haitang, hugged Lord Haitang tightly and buried her face.
My shoulders shook for a long time, and my sobs became quieter.