"Aunt Jing didn't mention it deliberately, and the Mu family didn't show up openly. Just suppress this matter. That weapon only brought endless fire to Feng Luan, and Feng Luan even found an opportunity to fight in Shuiyue Oasis."
All weapons were destroyed in public. Now if it is revealed again, the world will be in chaos."
"Yes, I will make arrangements now."
"etc."
"What other orders does your Majesty have?"
"Is there no news about your father yet?"
"No."
Yin Li was silent for a while, "Let someone go to Dajing to look for it."
"yes."
After the shadow guard went down, the leader of the witch sect came into the palace through a secret passage and asked for an audience.
"Master, please sit down."
The headmaster was still dressed in a black robe, with only his pale chin exposed.
"Your Majesty summoned me here, but I don't know why?"
"I want to know what Aunt Jing said to you yesterday when she stayed at the end."
The headmaster laughed arrogantly again, "Ask about the health of Prince Regent Dajing."
She smiled brightly, which became more and more creepy, "Your Majesty, the holy fetus in the blood pool has been destroyed. Why don't we find a way to kill the Regent of Da Jing and use him for refining?"
"Headmaster." Yin Li frowned slightly.
"Hahaha, Your Majesty, there is no need to be nervous. I know that our ability is not enough to retain the Regent of Dajing..."
"Headmaster, if I am right, my father also wants to destroy the blood pool." Yin Li interrupted her.
The headmaster really looked at Yin Li a few more times this time.
Yin Li continued to say calmly, "The imperial grandfather and the prince's uncle are no longer alive. The prince's uncle only has one daughter and cannot give birth to anyone with an abnormal constitution. After what happened to Sister Suyi, my father must have no intention of having another son with anyone else.
Otherwise, there is no need to push me to the top."
"The direct bloodline of the Southern Xinjiang royal family has been cut off in this generation. No one will be able to raise a medicinal fetus that can support the holy fetus in the blood pool."
After a pause, he added in the same tone as usual, "If Father didn't mean this, Master, as the person in charge of the underground palace, how could you let everything in the blood pool be destroyed so easily by Aunt Jing?"
"Hahaha," the headmaster laughed a few times, stood up and saluted with one hand, "Your Majesty, I will be loyal to you for the rest of my life."
"I'm honored."
On the other side, Jiu'er, who had left the palace, clicked his tongue, "Yin Li is quite suitable to be the emperor. Maybe he won't be any worse than his eldest grandson."
As he spoke, he was about to head towards the carriage, but was stopped by Ye Lin beside him with his hand.
Jiu'er looked at Yelin and then at the carriage.
The corner of his mouth curled up with interest, and he walked over and opened the curtain of the carriage.
There was a very exotic and handsome young man in red clothes and black hair suddenly in the carriage!
"I wonder who is so brave and dares to get into my carriage. It turns out to be the Protector of the Western Desert."
Jiu'er stretched out her little hand, and Xi Mo in the carriage gently pulled her, and Jiu'er got into the carriage steadily.
"This subordinate has met the Lord."
Jiuer waved her little hand casually, "When did you arrive? Did you follow my mother because she was worried after hearing about her coming to southern Xinjiang?"
Xi Mo was indeed the same as Mu Qingjiu'er and others. He had heard that Baili Feiyue and Changsun Wuji suddenly came to southern Xinjiang, and was worried about Yin Xuanmo's conspiracy. In addition, Jiaohua, who was with him, was also worried about Baili Fei.
Yue is the master, so Xi Mo and Yu Hua came all the way.
But the two of them delayed their trip because of something, and they only arrived last night.
By the time they arrived, Jiu'er and Changsun Wuji had already returned to the inn to sleep, so Xi Mo didn't bother them.
Jiuer narrowed his eyes slightly, "You didn't go to see my mother? Did something happen to the Holy Cult or did something happen to Xiyue?"
"Nothing happened to the Holy Cult and Xiyue, but there is a rumor about the late Saint, saying that the late Saint left a treasure map before his death. Whoever gets the treasure map will get..."
Xi Mo glanced at Jiu'er with an indescribable look, "Whoever gets the treasure map will get you, the Holy Lord. If you get the Holy Lord, you will win the world."
Jiuer was stunned for a moment, then smiled innocently, "It's interesting, you even took me with you."
Who says it’s not the case? Isn’t this seeking death?
Xi Mo continued, "I met a group of people on the way to southern Xinjiang. They said they had noses and eyes. In order to find out, I followed them secretly, and finally got this."
After saying that, Xi Mo took out a quick sheepskin map.
It was also because of this incident that he arrived in southern Xinjiang late.
It is said that Murong Shuo, as the sole heir to the Murong family, the richest man in Xiyue, and the former sage of the Holy Sect of the Western Regions, has countless wealth behind him. He is indeed rich as a country. With such wealth, it is not an empty talk to want to conquer the world.
So even though his wealth has two heirs, Baili Feiyue and Jiuer, others still spread rumors about treasure maps and the like.
Logically speaking, this is not new.
But this time Xi Mo felt that it was different from what was usually reported, so he paid special attention to it.
Jiu'er was disgusted at the first sight, "This map is ugly and smelly." He didn't even need to look at it to know that it was not left behind by his adoptive father.
Xi Mo opened the rolled-up sheepskin map for her and said, "Lord, look at it."
When she saw a special mark on the sheepskin map, Jiuer's beautiful and agile pupils tightened slightly.
The marks on the corners of this sheepskin map are...!
"My subordinates were shocked when they saw this mark. If I remember correctly, this mark was drawn casually by the late Saint when he was bored one day. At that time, only this subordinate and you, the Lord, were around the late Saint.
.”
At that time, the elegant and charming man asked her lazily with his long brown eyes half-closed, "Xiao Jiu'er, does this picture look good?"
"It's not bad." The little girl glanced at it casually and continued tinkering with poison.
"Then I will use this mark to make a treasure map for you?"
The memory came to an abrupt end here, and Jiuer stared at the sheepskin picture.
Completely different from the markings, this treasure map is really ordinary. Many places are even wrongly drawn, and it looks like it is shoddy at first glance.
"My subordinates have followed the clues of that wave of people to investigate. I'm afraid there are not just this one map, but many."
In other words, the markers are real, but the map is fake!
Because Murong Shuo was involved, Xi Mo was afraid of making Baili Feiyue sad, so he came directly to see Jiu'er.
"Don't tell mother yet, let's go back to the Holy Cult first. I want to find out!"
Jiu'er, like Xi Mo, was keenly aware that this matter was not an ordinary treasure map, something was very wrong.
"As soon as she leaves southern Xinjiang, it's hard not to hear the news." Xi Mo said.
"No," Jiu'er said firmly, "Father will not let her know."
On the other side, Xiehua, who came with Ximo, was also meeting Baili Feiyue. But the treasure map was of great importance. Although Xiehua came with Ximo, she had no idea what Ximo had done.
Jihua couldn't get up from her knees, so Baili Feiyue helplessly pulled her up.
"Yuhua, you've been with Xi Mo for so long, why haven't you learned some of his rules?"
"My slave is late."
"It's not that you're late, it's that I'm late." Baili Feiyue knew what she was talking about, "I take it for granted that since Su Yi is willing to come to southern Xinjiang with Yin Xuanmo, after all..."
"Stop talking about this, Su Yi doesn't want to see us like this. And Yin Xuanmo," the smile on her lips became colder, "I believe that the current situation in southern Xinjiang has reached his ears... Haha, Su Yi
It’s gone. Southern Xinjiang is still there, but it is no longer the Southern Xinjiang that he planned and wanted.”
For Yin Xuanmo, the person he cared about was lost.
The belief in southern Xinjiang is no longer the belief he wants, hehehe...
Baili Feiyue put away her thoughts, "By the way, Yuhua, where is Ximo? Have you gone to see Jiu'er?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the voice of a female official from the posthouse sounded outside, "Mrs. Changsun, someone has sent you a letter." (To be continued)