"There is also a blood curse." Ling Xiyue's eyebrows curled up with the word "Sichuan".
Mentioning this, the worried look on his face before he even frowned, became worried again, "I heard Aunt Pei say that the blood curse originated from that precious evil object, and it has been passed down in the blood of the descendants of the ghost clan for generations.
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"And only the descendants of the King of Ghosts can have people with blood curses. There are not many people. In the past ten thousand years, there have only been a few people."
If we use science to explain it, to put it more simply and understandably, the blood curse is like a recessive genetic disease!
This mysterious evil force will only be passed down to the descendants of the Demon King, like an untimed super bomb.
Once you ‘win’ the prize, no medicine or stone will work!
It is truly the most vicious curse in the world...
All the members of the Ghost Royal Clan have been on tenterhooks since the moment they started to reproduce, their hearts hanging on a cliff, and they are walking on thin ice with trepidation.
"These people, except Xuan Ye, all died when the blood curse broke out for the first time." She squeezed the man's hand tightly and slowly raised her eyes to meet his, "Xuan Ye is the son of the Ghost King.
A descendant of a royal family, it is normal for him to be cursed with blood, but you..."
Could it be said that Yan is really a descendant of the King of Ghosts? He was just left outside the underworld.
Bei Chenyan still shook his head and said in a low voice, "But I always feel that things are not that simple. The attitude of the ghost tribe towards me is very mysterious."
"Before, I only vaguely felt that King Poison and the two commanders were hostile to me. Now I understand that it was because of old grudges. But if I am really of the blood of the ghost clan and am one of their clansmen, they should not be resentful.
This is the right kind of grudge."
"But I saw that the two commanders of the ghost tribe are very nervous about you." Ling Xiyue recalled the scene when they fell off the cliff outside Chaoshan City, and the frightened shouts of the two commanders of the ghost tribe were not false at all.
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If Ruoyan is not the young master of the ghost clan, nor is he one of their clansmen, why are they so worried about his life?
Ling Xiyue frowned, "We have a close relationship with the ghost tribe's son. We can be said to be mortal enemies. Apart from the fact that you are of the royal bloodline of the ghost tribe, I can't think of any other reason why they would go to great lengths to save you.
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He also placed Yan in a high position, replaced Xuan Ye's identity, and stayed in the underworld.
If they want to use Yan's power to help them do things and complete what they are planning, then they are not afraid that Yan will think of the past?
Is there anything worth taking such a big risk on? wavv
Ling Xiyue felt that she was getting closer and closer to the truth, and something was ready to come out, but she couldn't grasp the key thing.
Bei Chenyan let out a breath, "Maybe only my mother and concubine know what my life experience is."
"Concubine Yun?" Ling Xiyue blinked.
Bei Chenyan stared at her with faint blood in his eyes.
What's it called?
Ling Xiyue touched the tip of her nose, coughed lightly, and changed her words awkwardly, "Mother, mother concubine..."
The two of them have the same mind, and sometimes they can know what the other person is thinking without saying much at all. Hearing this, Bei Chenyan was satisfied and continued, "When I was very young, my mother-in-law often said something about me.
If I didn’t understand the words, I just regarded them as stories at the time. Now that I think about it carefully, I realize that my mother was not talking nonsense.”
"Then how much do you remember?" Ling Xiyue looked nervously.
Bei Chenyan shook his head. He had said before, "I was too young at that time, only two or three years old. All my memories are blurred. I don't even remember what my mother looked like." He gave a wry smile as he spoke, followed by
There is also a cold feeling, "In such a huge palace, I can't find a portrait of my mother and concubine."
Ling Xiyue frowned, Concubine Yun was the most beloved person of Emperor Tianlin, and she was also the favorite concubine of the Sixth Palace. How could there not even be a portrait of her in the palace?
There are only two possibilities, either Concubine Yun was unwilling to keep the portrait for some reason, or else it was completely destroyed by others.
As for the person who Tianlin dares to destroy the portrait of Concubine Yun, he will not choose anyone except Emperor Tianlin himself.
"Wait a minute, the portrait..." Ling Xiyue narrowed her eyes slightly, "I think I've seen it before."
Bei Chenyan looked at her, "How is that possible?"
My mother never let the court painter paint her portrait.
Even the only painting her father made for her during his lifetime was burned in the fire, leaving nothing but his memory that was as blurry as a dream.
"I have indeed seen it..." Ling Xiyue's eyes lit up and she remembered, "Yes, it was in the Xishan Palace. I saw your father's desk on it."
That time, when she went to see Emperor Tianlin, she did see a portrait of a woman on his desk.
Although it has not yet been completed, the general shape can be vaguely seen. Yan's eyes are very similar to the woman in the painting, and she can tell at a glance.
She just thought that she had been stabbed for no reason. She was angry and in a hurry, so she didn't pay much attention to it. After saying a few words, she left.
Therefore, since Emperor Tianlin cherishes it so much, it is unlikely that he will destroy it, because Concubine Yun herself does not want to keep her portrait!
"But does it matter?" Ling Xiyue looked at Bei Chenyan, who was stunned.
Bei Chenyan came back to his senses, his eyes darkened, "Maybe there is..."
These details that he ignored were pieced together bit by bit. It was not that things were random, but that there were traces to follow.
Ling Xiyue's eyes flickered, "Could it be that the mother-in-law is trying to hide something, or that she doesn't want anyone to discover her and then find her, so she doesn't want her portrait to be leaked?"
"She is not, as your father said, just an ordinary woman from the folk?"
Even if she has never seen it, judging from Yan's extremely evil face, she should know how beautiful Concubine Yun must be. Such a woman, her portrait, even if it is not seen countless times and will be immortalized through the ages, is still
Absolutely impossible, not even a single one can be found.
Since Concubine Yun did it intentionally and avoided it, there must be a reason for it!
Beichen Yanwu was in a trance.
Ling Xiyue held the man's hand and said, "Yan, after you go back, have a good talk with your father. Now he is the only one who knows about your mother and concubine's life. Maybe he is the only one who can solve the doubts in your heart.
, and the mystery of your life experience."
In fact, what she wanted more was to untie the knot between father and son.
Not for Tianlinhuang, but for Yan. She hopes he can let go and forgive others sometimes, not to show generosity, but to let himself go.
"How is he... Tianlin?" Bei Chenyan's voice was slightly astringent, but in the end he couldn't ask directly.
It was clear that he still cared, but he still refused to let go.
He was such an awkward man. Ling Xiyue had no choice but to grab his hand with both hands. "After learning the news about Mingbeiguan, he suffered from heart palpitations and vomited blood, so he fell ill. However, I asked Sanniang to return to Beijing and take care of him personally.
, he will still be guarding Tianlin and waiting for you to come back, nothing will happen."