My wife kills me because she has me in her heart!

"The medicinal herbs that the Holy One wants are available. I heard that they will appear in the woods to the west tonight."

The eunuch smiled so hard that he couldn't see anything, put an imperial edict and token into her hand, and said in a comforting tone.

"No, your Majesty trusts the girl and leaves such an important matter in her hands. Even the Imperial Guards are mobilized by the girl. If Miss Yan becomes famous, she must never forget our family."

The palms of her hands were cold, and Yan Conling endured the chill on her spine, "My father-in-law is so friendly that people feel like old friends at first sight. May I ask my father-in-law, how did the Holy One know about this?"

I already had a vague answer in my heart, but it was still hard to suppress my anger when I heard it.

The fat father-in-law's mouth was quite easy to pry. He raised his chubby index finger and pointed upward, shaking his head, "Your Majesty is the Son of Heaven. God will bless you with great blessings. Of course, some gods will grant you your long-cherished wish."

Evil spirits enter the dream.

This move was previously used to control Concubine Yao, but now it can even control Emperor Xing?

Or... As soon as his thoughts changed, Yan Conling suddenly thought of another possibility.

Has your luck changed?

But that's just speculation.

She only knows the basics of fortune telling and stargazing. Even if the Emperor Star and Dragon Qi really changed, it would not be visible. Everything in the world requires a balance. From the moment you get involved in the struggle for power and desire, your eyes are destined to be misty and unable to understand this way.

Her masters Xuanfeng and Ding knew something, but even if they asked, they would only get a sentence that has been ringing in their ears since childhood - the secret must not be leaked.

There was no time to think too much, and Yan Congling hurried to the place where he hunted last autumn.

The sky was dim and heavy rain fell in the blink of an eye.

The forest was filled with mist, and it was completely white, with extremely low visibility.

Drops of water fell on her eyebrows. Yan Conling was soaked all over, and her clothes clung to her skin, but she still didn't dare to be distracted.

The sounds of thunder and rain continued.

She was covered with rain, and a talisman ignited on her fingertips, becoming the only light in this dark area.

Yan Conling didn't dare to shout.

In this game against the Seventh Prince, at the last moment, she was able to hand over the imperial edict that was the key to closing the net into her hands, which was a defensive back-up.

Even with a dying body, Ning Fengli is not a vegetarian.

But even so, after seeing the familiar figure behind the hidden tree, she still couldn't help biting her lower lip.

The handsome young man fell behind the lush vegetation, with the corners of his clothes hidden. The pale hand under the wide sleeves was splashed with muddy water, and the veins were exposed at the moment, as if it was trying its best to endure the pain.

Yan Conling hurriedly ran over and helped him up, "Your Majesty..."

The boy's whole body was boiling hot, and even in such a heavy rain, it could dampen any trace of warmth.

The large black robe he originally wore was gone. The collar of the inner coat was loose, and the long hair spread down like a waterfall, looking down.

You can see the exposed piece of snow-white cloth.

The ghostly purple lightning flashes, reflecting the soft outline of the face between the messy hair, making it increasingly indistinguishable between male and female.

Yan Conling was already familiar with this situation.

Time was running out, so he pinched the other person's face and fed him two antidote pills. As she helped the person on her back, she lowered her voice and asked, "My lord, where is your robe?"

Ning Fengli's body was weak and weak, but his will was extraordinary.

Although he was speechless, he still raised his trembling hand to point her in a direction.

If that robe cannot be retrieved, even if he escapes, he will be recognized.

Yan Conling knew this very well, and the dagger turned into a long sword again in his hand. He was about to use his sword control skills to pick up the clothes and take the people back directly. Thunder suddenly flashed across the sky, illuminating the forest as bright as day. Also let her see the formation clearly.

Countless purple electric flowers were twisted together like the veins of leaves, covering the dense forest.

"You can't leave, right?"

Ning Fengli, who was lying on her back, regained some sense under the pills and cold rain, "Ling'er, please leave first. The rest has been arranged, I can do it myself."

Yan Conling had a close relationship with her, and the old emperor was not really a fool in this regard.

Even if we take the right stance today, it would still be a crime of deceiving the king if he had known that his daughter's body was deliberately concealed and not avenged.

It's dangerous right now, so just in case, I'd better keep my distance.

But the girl didn't let go. Through the sound of rain, her voice was vague but firm, "Your Highness, I want to stay to help you."

Ning Fengli was stunned by the title he had not heard for a long time.

When they first met, he had not yet been crowned king, and Yan Conling could not reach the height of the stone lion at the gate.

The little girl didn't even know the etiquette of honor and inferiority. She just imitated the regent and called her that. After breaking into her daughter's body, she had thoughts of killing.

But the other party opened his eyes, threw himself under his command, and took the initiative to become a grasshopper tied to a rope.

The wind and rain brought a messy sound of footsteps, and the coldness of the heavy iron of the armor collided. Yan Conngling's expression condensed, "The Royal Forest Army is coming."

She didn't believe in the nonsense that she had the token in her hand and could mobilize it.

Ning Fengli's voice sounded like a handful of sand, "Father should be here too."

With the old emperor's fanatical desire for immortality, how could he sit still in the palace?

"You reminded me not long ago. I didn't expect Queen Wu to be so impatient. If I hadn't saved a hand, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to deliver this imperial edict to you today."

"Don't worry, Your Majesty."

She didn't bring much with her to the prince's residence today, so Yan Conling tore off a piece of clothing, bit off her fingertips and started drawing on it.

"Since it doesn't work in the sky, let's go underground."

We have known each other for many years, and Ning Feng Li Er Xun Yan Yan also knows some magic spells, "Escape Talisman?"

The girl nodded, patted the brightly lit piece of clothing on the ground, and her expression suddenly changed.

"What's wrong……"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ning Fengli saw wisps of black smoke seeping out from the ground, like grass buds emerging after bathing in the spring rain, stretching endlessly and growing tenaciously...

"Di Mei?" Yan Conngling gritted his teeth and immediately changed direction, "I'm a bit unlucky. I encountered a Di Mei and was blocked. Let's take the waterway!"

The rain became heavier and heavier, and those washed away could hardly open their eyes. She ran a few steps and suddenly stopped. The girl turned her face slightly, and the bright red hair rope fell wetly on her neck. "If they don't have a dog, they can try to use the invisibility charm to hide..."

The barking of dogs came from far and near, restlessly in the dark night.

Yan Conngling's voice suddenly turned cold, "They are really good at using the spirit dogs trained by my second senior brother!"

Again and again, it can't be a coincidence.

But she had not had much contact with Empress Wu before, but the other party knew her so well that she blocked all these tricks.

The searching sounds of the guards were getting closer and closer, seemingly coming from all directions. The sound of rain was as fast as the beat of a drum. She turned around and ran to higher ground, "My lord, this waterway is probably impassable."