The old site of Afang Palace was in ruins, and a pleasant sound suddenly sounded.
"Princess, we have arrived!"
As the voice rang in her ears, Ying Ziyue grabbed the gauze that was lightly covering her eyes and looked at the scene in front of her in amazement.
………
"Little girl!"
In the backyard of Jicheng City, after Ying Zige completed the discussion with Baili Xi Guojia, he walked to Wang Yi's room. Looking at the enchanting first-time wife in front of him, he felt a sense of warmth in his heart. He gently stepped forward and hugged her delicate body.
Whispering.
"Zi Ge, wait a minute!" Wang Yi's face turned red, he grabbed the strange hand that was making trouble on his body, and opened his lips lightly, "Zi Ge, there is something I think you should know about..."
"What?" After listening to Wang Yi's story, the intoxicated Ying Zige woke up, sat up from the couch, stared at Wang Yi and asked, "Heibingtai? Ziyue? My dear, are you sure?"
"Yes!" Wang Yi nodded, "I have personally contacted him and inspected him many times, and we are inseparable."
"But Ziyue..."
"Zi Ge!" Wang Yi gently stretched out his hand to stop Ying Zi Ge's lips, and said faintly, "Zi Yue has grown up! Born in the Ying family, there are some things she cannot avoid. If she faces these things earlier, why not?
A kind of protection for her, if you blindly protect her before and block all wind and rain for her, I think it is cruel to her, isn't it?"
Looking at the beautiful face in front of him, Ying Zige had nothing to say for a moment. In fact, he didn't know what Wang Yi said in his heart. It was just the fusion of the emotional guilt from his previous life and the relationship after the fusion. Ying Ziyue had already
Unknowingly, it was deeply reflected in his heart and became the softest piece in his heart.
"Maybe you are right..." After a long silence, Ying Zige let out a long breath, slowly hugged Wang Yi's delicate body, and murmured to himself.
………
"Didn't Xiang Ji burn this place down?" After tearing off the gauze on her eyes, Ying Ziyue looked at the majestic scene in front of her and fell into deep amazement for a moment.
"That's right, Afang Palace was burned down by that thief Xiang Yu. At that time, that thief didn't know where he knew that all the information about Da Qin was kept in Afang Palace, so when he came to Xianyang, he came here first.
But the thief knows that I'm from Heibingtai
Means, the huge building on the ground of Afang Palace is just a plaything to hide from others. The true heritage of our Da Qin has always been preserved in the underground palace of Afang Palace!" After hearing Ying Ziyue's inquiry, another deep voice spoke.
replied.
"Underground Palace? You mean we are underground now?" Ying Ziyue accurately captured the description in the deep voice. She stretched out her hands with a look of surprise, feeling the wisps of rain falling on her hands from the sky.
"He's right!" The deep voice was about to reply when he noticed the strange phenomena around him and quickly closed his mouth and looked forward with a respectful expression.
Raindrops slowly fell in the sky, but I don't know when everything around me started to become silent. Whether it was the sound of raindrops falling to the ground or the gentle breathing of people around me, everything strangely disappeared.
!
In the hazy drizzle, a person walked out of the rain and mist. Her figure seemed to be integrated into the world. When the raindrops were about to fall on her, they strangely deviated from the original landing point and moved towards
The surroundings were slipping, very strange but very harmonious, as if it was supposed to be like this.
Only when the person approached did Ying Ziyue see her appearance clearly.
The person who came over was probably about 1.678 meters tall, wearing a black tight-fitting martial arts uniform, and a plain samurai uniform embroidered with black birds, which vividly outlined her voluptuous and charming body. Wearing a very strange black iron hat, waterfall-like black hair emerged from the black gauze behind the iron hat. With one step and a step, the figure who was dozens of feet away before speaking was in front of everyone in the blink of an eye.
"Chief!" As the figure arrived in front of him, all the figures around Ying Ziyue knelt down and shouted at the same time.
The visitor waved his hand, and the sweet voice sounded again, "Yingshi Ziyue? What's your name?"
"Ying Bing!" Looking at the reactions of the people who came here with her, Ying Ziyue naturally understood that the woman in front of her, whose face she couldn't see clearly but with an extraordinary figure, was the ultimate target of her trip, Hei Bing. The leader of the platform hesitated for a moment and stabilized his mentality. Ying Ziyue seemed to have changed in an instant. She was full of noble temperament and said lightly, "You are the leader of the Black Ice Platform? Then why do I, Ying Meng, I didn’t see you when the family was in great trouble? My eldest brother has been the king for a long time, but I haven’t seen you either?”
"Are you aware that we didn't show up?" Hearing Ying Ziyue's question, the beautiful face of the leader of Heibingtai changed color slightly under his bamboo hat. A trace of pain flashed through his crystal eyes, and then he adjusted himself and said calmly, "My surname is also Ying. , I understand what that woman is thinking, since you are here, then you should have a good training here, and wait until I see Ying Zheng in person before we talk about other things!"
After the words fell, the leader of the Black Ice Platform moved his lotus steps lightly and took one step forward. The drizzle in front of him actually connected into one piece and condensed into a rain cloud. He stepped forward and with a wave of her hands, it was like lightning. He left in the distance and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
"Is this?" Ying Ziyue's indifferent mood was instantly broken by the move of the leader of Heibingtai. She glanced at the direction she was leaving with a surprised look on her face, and quickly asked to the silent and respectful people on one side, "She is like this?" What secret skill is it? Wen Dao? Martial Dao? Why have I never seen it in the treasure storage at home?"
"Princess!" The first voice to speak softly called Ying Ziyue. After she calmed down for a while, she explained, "This is one of the great Qin heritage that I, Hei Bingtai, have preserved, and it is one of the secret skills of literary arts." However, except for the leader, there is no one else who can cultivate it to this point!"
"Huh, I haven't said I want to learn yet. Why are you so anxious to explain?" Perhaps it was because of the many days of getting along with everyone that Ying Ziyue spoke in front of them much more casually. At this time, listening to that voice explanation, a kind of embarrassment and anger welled up in my heart, and I quickly spoke back.
"Chou Niu, I told you a long time ago. Don't keep telling the truth all day long. You see, this will make our princess unhappy again!" After hearing Ying Ziyue's retort, she didn't wait to be called Chou Niu. The figure opened his mouth, and a frivolous voice next to him chuckled before speaking.
