The all-powerful wife of the wealthy family

Chapter 150 Heroes See the Same Thing

Wen Jie doesn't know why she still lives with Wu Shanren.

"Who are you competing with?" Xiao Qi asked Wen Jie.

Wen Jie smiled wryly, "I don't know either."

"Why bother? Let yourself go." Xiao Qi persuaded.

"I'm probably bewitched by something." Wen Jie joked, but Xiao Qi looked serious.

When Wu Shanren entered the bathroom, he saw Wen Jie was changing sanitary napkins, and said coldly, "Here again?"

Wen Jie nodded helplessly, Wu Shanren stopped looking at her and slammed the door hard.

When Wen Jie came out, Wu Shanren had already left the house, and he didn't know where he was going.

Wen Jie clutched her stomach and boiled water to drink by herself. She looked at her watch and saw that the appointment time with the editor of the publishing house was almost up, so she took a few sips indiscriminately and went to the coffee table to find the car keys. After searching twice, she called Wu Shanren. The other party did not answer.

Wen Jie sent a text message to ask, but Wu Shanren didn't reply.

Seeing that she was about to be late, Wen Jie could only choose to take a taxi. When she got downstairs, she didn't see their car, so Wen Jie realized that Wu Shanren drove the car away.

The night before, Wen Jie had agreed with Wu Shanren that she would use the car because she was going to see the editor today. Wu Shanren had agreed well at the time, saying that he had nothing to do and would not need the car for the time being.

Even if you need to use a car in case of any emergency, you should say hello in advance.

Wen Jie was furious, but there was nothing she could do.

After getting into the taxi, Wen Jie looked at the painkillers in her bag, hesitated for a while, and finally held back.

I don’t know what stimulated Wu Shanren to suddenly want a child. Probably the previous two daughters, one is not his own, and the other is not completely treated as a daughter by him, so he wants a real child, and Wu Shanren has made it clear to Wen Jie , he wanted a son.

After several months of trying, Wen Jie did not get pregnant. Originally, this was not something that could be forced. When the baby will come, it depends on fate.

What's more, Wu Shanren is not young anymore, and may not be the same as when he was young in all aspects.

But Wu Shanren stubbornly believed that it was Wen Jie who had ruined her body in order to experience life before, which led to her infertility.

Wen Jie had a hard time, and the days of not being understood and not being loved should have been enough, but why she didn't leave, she asked herself countless times like this.

But there was never an answer.

Wu Shanren took Wen Jie to the hospital for an examination, and both of them had no physical problems.

If she really conceived at this time as she wished, it would be even more difficult for Wen Jie.

To be born, or not to be born, is really a big question about the future, about a new life.

Wen Jie came to the hospital, Zhou Zhou's ward.

"Editor Zhou, do you want to work so hard? I just woke up today and I'm busy with work." Wen Jie put the fruit basket she bought on the window sill, pulled out a stool from under the bed and sat down, "How do you feel?" Ah, no memory loss?"

"I don't seem to have amnesia, but, Wen Jie, did you have this kind of personality before? Why do I feel that you have changed so much after waking up?" Zhou Zhou was half-sitting on the hospital bed, his face was fine, only slightly pale.

Wen Jie said: "I, maybe something has changed. After all, several months have passed, and you slept for a long time."

"Do you want to hear the truth?" Zhou Zhou asked.

Wen Jie nodded.

Zhou Zhou said: "You have matured a lot, in terms of temperament."

"Are you getting old?" Wen Jie said in a serious tone.

"Nothing, it's definitely a pure mature woman's demeanor. It's true to say that women's colleges have changed in the eighteenth year." Zhou Zhou asked, "What manuscript have you been drawing recently?"

Wen Jie took out her mobile phone and found the colorized manuscript and showed it to Zhou Zhou: "Here is the outline and beginning of the story. You can read it first. I'll go buy something to eat. What would you like to eat?"

"Cake, durian mille-feuille..." Zhou Zhou said, his eyes lit up, and he swallowed his saliva, probably really greedy.

"Did the doctor say you have any taboos?" Wen Jie asked.

Zhou Zhou said: "No, no, the doctor told me to eat whatever I want now, and as much as I want!"

"Sure, look, I'm leaving first." Wen Jie exited the ward and closed the door, greeted the nurse and left the hospital.

Zhou Zhou first looked at the outline carefully:
"During the Zaizhong period, a lot of waste was waiting to be done, and many projects were under construction in full swing.

The thieves rebelled, the ghosts made troubles, the demons were at work, the immortals ignored them, and all kinds of demons haunted them.

At this time, the old man Jin dug up a treasure map in his own field, which stated that there was only one sword manual of the 64-style pen sword in the treasure.

Today, there are very few people who use the pen as a sword. It is an ancient weapon thousands of years ago, but the old man believes that if he learns the 64 strokes, he will be invincible, sweeping away thieves, officials, chaos, fairies, ghosts and demons.

He is old, and he wants his son Jin Zhe to find the treasure and learn the 64 moves. "

Zhou Zhou said to himself: "Is this intended to draw immortals? Not only the people have changed a lot, but the style of painting has also changed a lot. Compared with the pastoral stories with autobiographical nature, compared with the little love and love, this time I see I have come to set foot in a bigger field and challenge a bigger structure, I didn't expect that Wen Jie's ambition is really big."

Next, Zhou Zhou couldn't wait to draw the opening text——

In the middle of the night, the old man Jin was awakened by a nightmare. When he woke up, he found that there was a shining white light in his vegetable garden. He hurriedly pushed the old lady to wake him up: "Hey, wake up, wake up quickly."

"What do you call it in the middle of the night?" The old lady just fell asleep, and was very dissatisfied with the old man's surprise, rolled up the corner of the quilt and got under the quilt again.

"Look over there, is there something flashing? Get up!" He said and shook the old lady Jin fiercely.

The old lady Jin was so disturbed that she sat up and looked out the window twice. There was no light, but it was pitch black and there was nothing.

"You're so confused, go to bed quickly, the wheat will be harvested tomorrow." Mrs. Jin lay down again.

This time, old man Jin didn't make a sound anymore, he believed his eyes, there must be something outside, the old man mustered up his courage, and trotted into the vegetable garden.

The closer he got, the smaller the light became; until he couldn't see anything, the old man stood in the light and stood still for a moment.

Suddenly, Fenran squatted down and began to dig the ground under his feet with his hands. In an instant, his hands were dripping with blood, the old man's white hair was flying, and his clothes were stained with wet soil.The further you dug down, the harder the soil was. The old man's nails were all split and fell off one after another, making his bones and flesh blurred.

After digging to a depth of nearly one meter, the old man touched a metal box. The box was not locked. The old man opened it gently, and there was a yellowed map lying quietly inside. The old man vaguely saw it by the moonlight. , a vertical line is drawn on the map, the end points to a treasure, next to the treasure is marked "Pen Jian 64 Style", and the starting point happens to be the Jin family.

The old man's hands trembled more and more, pen sword, pen sword, there is really a sword manual for pen sword!
The old man was so excited that he burst into tears. The writing brush has been abandoned for thousands of years, yet there is still a sword manual for the brush and sword.

The old man walked tremblingly to the room of his godson Nan Jiang. Hearing the old man's voice, Nan Jiang got up and turned on the light. When he saw the old man, he was quite shocked.

"Help me wrap my hands, I'm going on a long trip." The old man sat down on the bed, and the treasure map was already hidden in his arms.

"Dad, what's wrong with you?" Nan Jiang said, taking out a knife, alcohol and gauze.

"Don't ask, tell them tomorrow morning, I'll be back as soon as possible."

"How long are you going to be out?"

"Not necessarily, it's hard to say." Although the old man was covered in filth, his eyes were very clear.

"Let me get you a clean change of clothes. You can't do this when you go out..." Nan Jiang took out a set of his own clothes from the cabinet, and when he turned around, he found that the old man had already left.

The old man walked from autumn to summer, and finally came to the Osmanthus Peak. The sweet-scented osmanthus fragrance wafts from the Osmanthus Peak all year round. I wonder if the Osmanthus Fairy is still here.

Osmanthus Fairy... Osmanthus Fairy... the old man called Fairy Osmanthus's name all over the mountain. He called for three days and three nights, but there was no response from Fairy Osmanthus.

Is she really gone?If she hadn't left, she would definitely come out to see me, but why did she leave Osmanthus Peak?After thinking about it, the old man decided that Fairy Osmanthus must still be here, so he shouted again in a hoarse voice, Fairy Osmanthus... Fairy Osmanthus... I am old man Jin...

After shouting for three days and three nights, the sweet-scented osmanthus fairy finally appeared.

When Osmanthus was haunted by evil spirits before she became a fairy, she fell at the door of Old Man Jin's house. Old man Jin fed Osmanthus with his own blood for ten years.

Osmanthus girl originally wanted to agree with her body. At that time, the old man Jin was still a high-spirited young man, but Osmanthus girl had already cultivated into a fairy and could no longer be with others, so she left Jin's house in tears and came to Osmanthus peak. The sweet-scented osmanthus peak is just a bare mountain, and the sweet-scented osmanthus fairy sprinkled the osmanthus seeds all over the mountain, and opened this mountain of fragrant osmanthus.

Decades have passed, and Fairy Osmanthus is still the same as before, but old man Jin has become a real old man with white hair. Fairy Osmanthus can't help but has tears in her eyes, and she can't say a word.

"I called you for six days and six nights, why did you come out?" The old man was so tired that he sat on the ground, his voice was almost speechless.

The sweet-scented osmanthus fairy took a ladle of water and handed it to the old man with both hands, "I went looking for seeds elsewhere, and I just came back."

"No wonder, no wonder, I guessed where you went." The old man wiped his forehead and fanned himself with the corner of his clothes.

The sweet-scented osmanthus fairy blew lightly towards the old man, and then a gentle breeze blew towards the old man.

The old man froze for a moment, then smiled wryly.

From the beginning to the end, Fairy Osmanthus looked at the old man greedily, but the old man didn't look at Fairy Osmanthus.

The decision back then was correct. Humans and immortals cannot be together. Humans will grow old, but immortals will not.

The old man took the treasure map out of his pocket, unfolded it and put it in front of the sweet-scented osmanthus fairy.

The sweet-scented osmanthus fairy looked at it, nodded, and told the old man that the treasure was real and the sword manual was still there.

The old man asked Fairy Osmanthus why no one has touched that sword manual for so many years.

That place, be it ghosts, demons, or demons, isn't it all easy to find?
Fairy Osmanthus told him that only people can get the sword manual, but it is not easy for people to find it.

Then you help my son find it!I want my son to practice the 64 strokes of pen and sword.

Fairy Osmanthus was silent for a long time, and finally nodded.

With Osmanthus Fairy, the old man arrived home in less than a day.

The old man called his family together and said, "She is Osmanthus fragrans, the calligraphy teacher I hired for Xiao Zhe, and she will live in our house from now on."

Mrs. Jin shook hands with Osmanthus enthusiastically, and then said, "Teacher will worry a lot in the future. Our little Zhe is not obedient. His father has been away for so long, and there is no one to discipline him."

Osmanthus fragrans said with a smile, "The old man is my savior. I should teach Xiaozhe well. From now on, I will leave all the work at home to me."

The old lady Jin laughed loudly, "Look at your weak body, what kind of work can you do, hahaha..."

Osmanthus laughed along, not explaining anything.

Old man Jin thought for a while, then turned around and asked Nanjiang, "Do you want to learn?"

"I don't study. I like to study herbal medicine and cure people's diseases. I'm not interested in writing brushes." As soon as Nanjiang finished speaking, Xiao Zhe said bluntly, "I'm not interested either, and I don't study either!"

He slapped Xiao Zhe on the cheek, and the red palm print appeared immediately.

"Nanjiang doesn't have to learn, but you can't!"

"Why not? I won't learn!"

"You have to learn!"

"Why?! What's the use of learning that? Now who wants to learn that old thing?" Xiao Zhe shouted hissingly.

"Don't you want to deal with those bad guys? If you want to, you have to learn!"

"Can you beat those bad guys just by learning a brush? To beat them, you need a knife! You need an ax! You need your fists!"

"Those are not enough to deal with villains, this world is much bigger than you think! You have to listen to me!"

"If that tree falls down by itself right now, I'll follow her!"

As soon as Xiaozhe finished speaking, the wind blew up, sand and rocks shot up into the sky, green leaves rolled down, and the thousand-year-old locust tree in front of the door fell to the ground with a bang.

This sudden change shocked the old lady and her two sons.

The old man said calmly, "Salute to Teacher Osmanthus."

Xiao Zhe came back to his senses, bowed and said, "Mr. Osmanthus, student Jin Zhe is here to salute you."

Osmanthus returned the gift with a smile.

At five o'clock in the morning of the second day, the osmanthus fairy woke up Xiaozhe. Like his mother, Mrs. Jin, Xiaozhe had difficulty getting up again after falling asleep.

For a long time, Xiao Zhe slept until the sun was high and would not wake up. After waking up, he would go up the mountain to chop firewood and practice boxing.

When the sun goes down, go home to sharpen your knife and practice your sword.

When I was thirteen or fourteen years old, I didn't know a word, and I didn't know much knowledge.

His only pleasure is to help good people beat bad people, and his only wish is to eliminate all villains.

Xiao Zhe couldn't get up, and the osmanthus fairy shook his head helplessly, so he had to cast a spell to turn the wooden bed into a big ice cube. The more Xiao Zhe slept, the colder he got. Bed, yelling why it's so cold.

The sweet-scented osmanthus fairy changed the wooden bed back before Xiaozhe saw the whole story clearly.

Fairy Osmanthus prepared food for Xiao Zhe, and after the two had eaten, they came to the backyard of the Jin family.

Xiao Zhe rubbed his eyes, why is there a two-story building in the house?
"Go in, this is where you will study in the future." Fairy Osmanthus said softly.

Xiaoxia followed in a daze.

There is an eight-meter-wide and ten-meter-long table at the entrance, and all kinds of writing brushes are hung on the four walls. Xiaozhe has only seen a pen of the old man Jin, and did not expect that the writing brush can have such a many kinds.

Osmanthus Fairy told Xiaozhe that there are 730 brushes made of materials, including wool, rabbit fur, human lanugo hair, and more of them are made of a mixture of two or three kinds of hair.

Xiao Zhe needs to distinguish the subtle differences, which is his learning task in the future.

**
This is the end of Wen Jie's manuscript, and Zhou Zhou couldn't stop reading it. His instinct as an editor in the past few years told him that this would be a very attractive story about cultivating immortals.

It is in line with the needs of the current market and the tastes of young people today.

Wen Jie bought a nine-inch durian Melaleuca, and two cups of sour lemon juice to relieve the tiredness. The two ate and drank each other. Smell can also smell a hint of lemon fragrance.

"You drew this story very well. The style is very good. When I leave the hospital in a few days, I will make a plan and give it to the editor-in-chief. It should be very easy to pass the draft. You can draw with peace of mind. This work will definitely If you can get a lot of praise, it won't be a problem to double your fans." Zhou Zhou assured, patted his chest.

Wen Jie didn't seem very excited when she heard this, she just said calmly: "Then I'll go back and continue painting, that... Editor Zhou..."

Seeing Wen Jie hesitated a bit, Zhou Zhou hurriedly said, "Say it."

"Do you know where there is a studio for cartoonists? I want to find a quiet place where I won't be disturbed." Wen Jie looked at Zhou Zhou expectantly.

Zhou Zhou thought for a while and said, "Let me ask you first. There were a few small studios before, but later they changed careers and closed down. I don't know the situation in the past few months. I'll say hello and get back to you later."

Wen Jie lowered her eyebrows and said, "Then thank you."

"Thank you, I'm your babysitter, I should be." Zhou Zhou said, "By the way, if you're in a hurry, you can ask Wu Tong first, she should know more about the situation, I Seeing that she treats you very well, it’s really not good, let her take the lead in opening a studio.”

Wen Jie held the lemonade and drank it slowly, "Forget it, Sister Wu Tong is very busy. Now she not only has to take on some unstoppable scenes, but also has commercials and interviews, and she is also the vice president of the Ark Group headquarters. There's no time."

"She is much busier than before, but I think no matter how busy she is, she will still draw every day and never run away. By the way, she said that she will come to see me tomorrow. If you want to see her, come back tomorrow. "

"No, I have something to do tomorrow. I'll come to see you in a few days." Wen Jie drank the lemonade in her glass and said, "I'll go back today."

"Stop sitting around?" Zhou Zhou really felt a little bored.

Wen Jie said: "I'm going back to draw the manuscript, time is precious!"

Zhou Zhou laughed and said, "All those who paint are hard-working angels."

Wen Jie waved her hand and left. At this time, Wu Shanren probably hasn't come home yet. Wen Jie can take advantage of this time to paint quietly for a while.

When Wu Shanren comes back, maybe he wants to do something again.

Wen Jie stood at the intersection, waiting for a long time in the cold wind before waiting for the driver who came to make an online appointment.

By the time she got into the car, she was frozen into an ice sculpture.

Being blown by the warm air inside the car, I felt my skin was scalding, but a cold current gushed through my body.

Maybe I'm going to catch a cold again, and I don't dare to take medicine indiscriminately during pregnancy, it's really troublesome!

Wen Jie smiled wryly, and laughed at herself: Why did I come here? Why do I have to make things difficult for myself!
**
Zheng Jiaxuan was leaning on the head of the bed slightly drunk, the scene in front of him hadn't rotated yet, which meant that he was still in the state and hadn't lost his reason and consciousness.

I haven't slept much for two days, my eyelids are fighting fiercely, and my nerves are constantly withdrawn. Only continuous deep breathing can relieve this specious situation.

Often at this time, he will find a safe place where no one is there to survive the few hours.

But now, where is he?
In the bewilderment, Zheng Jiaxuan grasped a reassuring arm as if grasping a life-saving straw.

In the hazy mirror image was a familiar face.

Wife, you have come to save me...

Wu Tong left the private room with Zheng Jiaxuan on his back, and returned to Qiaowan's residence.

In order to take care of Zheng Jiaxuan who was unconscious after taking the drug, Wu Tong didn't close his eyes all night.

Fortunately, she happens to have the right medicine in hand, which can relieve Zheng Jiaxuan's physical condition very well.

Zheng Jiaxuan's practical drug, Wu Tong, can be smelled as soon as he smells it. It is strong and has great side effects.

Zhou Zhou couldn't sleep, so he tentatively sent a WeChat message to Wu Tong, but Wu Tong just didn't sleep either.

The two chatted for a few words, and then they talked about the manuscript, and it was out of control.

Wu Tong moved the computer to Zheng Jiaxuan's bedside, sent the manuscripts to Zhou Zhou one by one, and discussed with Zhou Zhou the stories he had thought up and written in the past few months.

Zhou Zhou thought the phone screen was too small, so he asked his good brother to bring a laptop, which could be used to read Wu Tong's manuscript.

"A watch was dismantled by the evil god Ximan in four places, Changyin Hall, Yumeng Garden, Manchou Valley, and Sanqing Palace. …

The red gas dial of the Three Emotions Palace;

Chang Yindian's purple soft poison second hand;

Yumengyuan's silver wisdom poison minute needle;

The black spirit poison hour hand of Manchou Valley.

Yatian, how did Haoying unravel the mystery of the dial in the Palace of Three Emotions, and how did he find the passage to a foreign land——

How Junxi got rid of the curse of soft poison in Changyin Temple——

In Ke, the only boy who accidentally existed in Yumengyuan, how did he discover the wisdom poison in the beauty of appearance, and how to temporarily arrest him——

How did Minxia seek revenge in the canyon full of hatred——

Can the poison table be complete?What kind of mysterious figure will appear again?How did the four parallel worlds have an inseparable intersection? "

Seeing this, Zhou Zhou was stunned, and hurriedly asked Wu Tong: "What are you? You are also a cultivator, right?"

Wu Tong thought for a while and replied: "To be precise, it should be fantasy."

"Yesterday Wen Jie came to see me. She recently drew a manuscript about cultivating immortals. Is this what you discussed?" Zhou Zhou asked.

Wu Tong sent a smiling face over, "Probably the hero sees the same thing, the recent students seem to really like to read this kind of two-dimensional stories."

"Okay, just wait, I'll take a look." After Zhou Zhou finished speaking, he closed the dialog box and opened Wu Tong's drawing again.

In the first year of Dongqi Huo, "Shengjiao" took 600 years to forge the Shengbao Poison Watch to maintain the lifeline of the "Sheng" family. Made an irreparable mistake.

Hu Fei's younger brother has always been well-behaved and sensible, which is very reassuring. No one expected the evil thoughts in his heart, which provided him with a good opportunity to quietly put the Nali water into the forging furnace.Ximan strengthened his power silently. When the Nali water worked in the forging furnace and blended with his own spirit body, he thought that his power was strong enough, he could no longer hide it, and he could control everything.When Xi Fei realized this, it was already too late. The only thing he could do was to perish with the poisonous watch, so the fate of the poisonous watch was doomed. The moment when the poisonous watch was released was the moment it disintegrated.

With the splitting of the poison table, the spirit body of Sucking Man has been reduced by half. His plan of hundreds of years has failed, but he still has illusions. He wants to find the lost spirit body and stand in front of the forging furnace. He was determined to find the parts of the lost poison watch, the parts that carried his spirit body.

In another 600 years, the "Sheng" family no longer exists with the disappearance of the poison watch, and the Ximan family is ready to move in the universe.

A group of people working for the barbarian family tracked the whereabouts of the dial, hour hand, minute hand and second hand...

The black crystal maze is a hiding place created by Suman. At a glance, there are all exits, but none of them can pass through. No force can destroy it by adding pure and spiritual crystals. Entering the door of this maze, Even if the fate is in the hands of Suman, there is a mind-disturbing breath in the gap between crystals and crystals, blowing a breeze that suppresses the mind.Numerous well-arranged organs make this glittering labyrinth a beautiful and colorful tomb.

The left atrium of the maze is the lobby for summoning subordinates, and the right atrium is the meditation room for recharging energy.

"Sucking barbarian master! This subordinate traced the aura of the dial in the Palace of Three Emotions!" Haoying, who was dressed in black, nodded palely.

"Sucking barbarian master! The second hand appeared in the high-speed melody of the Xuanqin of the Changyin Palace!" The thin left-wing girl wore a purple cloak and reported the tracking situation.

"Sucking barbarian master! There was a magnetic field induction of the minute hand near Yumeng Garden!" The silver-haired right-wing woman's voice was ethereal, floating in the air.

"Suck the savage master! The hour hand... its whereabouts are unknown!" Jiuhu said timidly.

After Xi Man listened quietly, he turned the black clothes on Jiuhu and changed Haoying into red clothes.

"See me after you get the real thing!" The voice still lingered in the lobby room, and the cronies had been placed outside the maze.

The four of them left without saying a word, and the four strange lights of black, silver, purple and red disappeared in a flash.

In the meditation room, the cold light was shining, and the coldness was chilling in the heart. He stroked the long-cold alchemy furnace and walked around it again and again, as if thinking of something, but also as if in a trance.What kind of thoughts can a spirit body without half have?After waiting for too long, the vigor should have decreased a lot, but the fact is that on the contrary, as time goes by, the seeds of that kind of evil swell more and more, and they are less and less controlled by the barbarians.I'm afraid that one day, the poison watch is held in the hand, but the person is lying outside the soul...

Changyin Hall, 20 million light-years south of the black crystal labyrinth, is a fifty-story grand palace covering a vast desert. The first floor is the receiving floor for cosmic energy. The first floor is the mortuary floor, which is isolated from the high temperature of the desert bottom, so all the people in the temple, no matter whether they made any contributions during their lifetime, will be meritorious officials after death.

In the hall, the closer you live to the 23rd floor, the higher your status. The second prince Junxi is a child specially approved by the hall master to live on the third floor of No. 20, but Junxi especially likes to play with children on the [-]th floor. Because Junxi was smart and beautiful since he was a child, the palace master pampered him in every possible way.

Children in the palace, regardless of their high or low status, have to learn how to play the xuanqin from the moment they are born. At the full moon, their talents will be judged according to the number of melodies played by the children.

Most of the children can play eight notes and three melodies, which are classified as second-level. The higher the level, the more talented they are. When Junxi was less than the full moon, he accidentally plucked the strings under the knee of the palace master, and even played Thirty tones, eighteen melodies... Xuanqin is made of special tree silk after complicated winding, and playing it requires a lot of finger and wrist strength.

Perhaps it was this surprise that made the Palace Master feel that this was a rare treasure, a seed that could turn things around.

After reaching the eighteenth level, the melody will be surrounded by a purple haze, but the strange thing is that when Junxi only reached the fifteenth level, there is already a faint purple lingering, and it fades very slowly.

The temple standing in the desert is constantly attacked by sandstorms, magnetic fields, and man-eating beasts from time to time.Chang Yindian's weapon is only the melody of Xuanqin, the melody is the sharpest invisible killer, and soldiers come to cover it up at will.

It has been peaceful and stable for thousands of years. Few people worry about the predicament when they are in peace. In Anle, soft poison began to spread in Changyin Hall. A medium-level sandstorm buried more than ten floors of people, and everyone panicked. Overwhelmed, but can not find the reason.

Junxi broke into the 23rd floor with his usual three or five playmates——

"Dad, there are a lot of man-eating beasts outside the hall!" The anxious voice made the irritable hall master even more furious.

"Who told you to call these mediocre people up to take advantage of the chaos to rebel? Detain them all!" The hall master frantically overturned the Xuanqin in front of him. Such a treat.

"Dad, this will only add to the chaos! Now is not the time to talk about the rules! They have something to say!" Junxi's calmness and majesty made the chaotic scene fall into silence.

"Speak!" The hall master lowered his eyes.

"Hallmaster, many people feel that their hand strength has weakened recently, but they can't stop the violent sinking that they can resist." A boy who is about the same size as Junxi said.

After listening, the hall master's withered eyes suddenly flashed an unpredictable light.

"Soft poison?" the hall master murmured.

"What? Dad, you mean soft poison?" Junxi had an ominous premonition.

"It's time... It's time..." The palace master returned to the bedroom with the help of the maid.

"Junxi, what did the Palace Master say is it time? Why did you just leave like this, what about the man-eating beasts outside?" Junxi, who was usually stuck to Junxi's small mirror, yelled, pulling at the motionless Junxi.

The children just surrounded Junxi like this, and they were stunned for a while when they saw him...

The man-eating beast has already approached the gate of the palace at this time——

Junxi, who was stunned for a while, suddenly picked up the stone chair beside him, "Little mirror, do you have the highest number of melodies here? Come, disconnect this stone chair!"

"This is the Palace Master..."

"If I tell you to break it, you will break it!"

In an instant, the purple belt was flying, and the stone chair was smashed to pieces.

"I see, come with me." Junxi said while pulling them, "Just now did you see that there are thin needles hidden in the purple mist brought out by the melody?" Everyone shook their heads in confusion, "You can't play the melody, the melody The thin needle has a soft poison, so you can only use a single tone."

"Are you kidding? How did Shan Yin beat the man-eating beast? Junxi, something is wrong with your brain." The little mirror knocked on Junxi's head.

"After gathering people for a while, tell them to form a group of three or five, and attack at the same time with one voice and one melody. The speed must be fast, and time is running out."

"Is this possible?" Everyone wondered.

"Do you have any other methods? Do as Junxi said." Xiao Jing spoke as fast as her hand, and cast admiring gazes at Junxi when she turned to leave.

"You guys go, I'll go find my brother." Junxi's brother, the eldest prince Jun Hai of the palace king, is usually serious and rarely shows up. He studies the art of making pianos in his room day and night.I don't know where he is thinking, Junxi hasn't met his brother a few times in hundreds of years.This time, when encountering a difficult problem, the Palace Master has lost control of the overall situation and cannot control the overall situation. His own strength is not strong enough, so he can only go to his brother to discuss it after thinking about it.

When he was approaching his brother's bedroom, Junxi realized that this was the first time he had entered his brother's room.There is already a faint fragrance of chrysanthemums wafting from a thousand steps away, but the closer it is, the fainter it becomes.The bedroom door is carved with chrysanthemum wood, and the threshold is engraved with dense pictures and handwriting that cannot be understood. Brother is really a mysterious person worthy of the name.

"You said let them play monophonic notes?" Jun Hai dragged his chin and asked Jun Xi, "It won't work, it's absolutely too late."

"Then what should I do?" After all, he is a hundred years younger than his brother, and some problems cannot be solved by a little wisdom.

"I still have to play the melody, even if many people have to be sacrificed, but if I use a single tone, this palace will be occupied soon!"

Junxi couldn't help shivering. He thought he had found the best solution, but unexpectedly, it added fuel to the fire.

"Go quickly, it will be too late!" Jun Hai warned slowly.

Junxi ran away annoyed.

Silly boy, is soft poison so easy to find? I have studied it in closed doors for thousands of years.

It was a little late when Junxi arrived, and the first few waves had already been wiped out. With the follow-up troops sent by the palace master playing the highest frequency melody with all their strength, they managed to control the situation within five days.

On the day he returned to the palace, Junxi was sent to the prison on the 49th floor at the top of the palace, where he was put in confinement.

The ruler will always shift the responsibility to others, and the wounds that are hidden by their own rights are actually the most perishable.

In the dark and damp palace, the looming thin needle and the bewildering eyes of his brother Jun Hai kept appearing in front of Junxi's eyes.

In his exhaustion, Junxi fell into a deep sleep. In the dream, his elder brother came many times: covered him with a light and warm quilt, fed him water, and fed him special medicine to restore finger strength... My elder brother also said a lot to him , but he didn't hear clearly and didn't remember.In Junxi's memory, his elder brother is just the one who stays at home.

The outside world didn't stop for a moment because of his dream.

In the gorgeous and restless palace on the 23rd floor, the eldest prince Junhai appeared under the curious eyes of everyone: short hair, which is rare in the palace, small but focused eyes, unruly chin, rhythmic shoulders, wearing a deep sea-colored cloth with lapel collar, The tail of the gorgeous black cloak flutters with black bright pants.What a mysterious person with a purple soul, filling the air with tension.

The scorching wind from the desert blows through the main hall, and there is a feeling of coolness.

(End of this chapter)