"Do you know what drinking flower wine is?" Ning Jiujiu asked.
Ning Xiaoling rolled a copper coin between her fingers and said with a smile: "Of course I know, I just go to a brothel to drink, spend a lot of money, let the sisters sing and dance, wait until night, find a beauty, ah..."
Ning Xiaoling covered her head. Ning Jiujiu retracted his hand that hit her head and said with a smile, "Junior sister knows so much."
Ning Xiaoling said aggrievedly: "I also heard from several senior brothers in the peak. They all said that we would go to drink wine together after New Year's Eve. They also said that the immortal master's treatment in the brothel is very good, and it doesn't cost any money."
Ning Jiujiu said sincerely: "In the future, don't listen to your meat-and-potatoes senior brothers chatting. It will only lead to bad junior sisters. You should learn more from your senior brothers or your master."
Ning Xiaoling let out a long oh.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Besides, brothels generally don't let little girls like you enter."
Ning Xiaoling's eyes lit up and she asked, "Senior brother, how did you know?"
Ning Jiujiu paused and explained: "Because the brothel... has no needs that can be provided to you."
Ning Xiaoling was puzzled: "Demand? What demand? I just want to see my beautiful sister dance, don't others?"
Ning was silent for a long time, and then suddenly asked: "How are you doing with the Taoist Hidden Breathing Technique that I taught you last time?"
"I've been practicing, but I just can't figure out the way. The way the spiritual veins operate is very different from the sect's inner breathing method." Ning Xiaoling complained, and then said: "Senior brother changed the topic again."
Ning Jiujiu patted her head and said softly: "Cultivation is the top priority for practitioners, and junior sister is the person I care about the most, so of course I must always care about her."
These words were very touching, but who knew that Ning Xiaoling would not accept this trick at all, and sneered: "Huh, if senior brother had said this a month ago, I would have been extremely moved. Now that I have seen the true face of some senior brothers, I will I don’t believe your nonsense.”
This time it was Ning Jiujiu's turn to be a little innocent: "What's your true face?"
Ning Xiaoling did not answer, but just said: "But what senior brother said just now still made me happy a little bit. When we treat guests to dinner later, I will give you more meat."
Ning Jiujiu sighed: "Thank you so much, junior sister, for your kindness."
Ning Xiaoling suddenly asked: "When are we going to find Sister Xiang'er?"
Ning Changjiu said: "On New Year's Eve, the Imperial City will definitely be much more lively than here. Then I will ask your sister Xiang'er to treat you to a state banquet."
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The Imperial City of Zhao State.
Zhao Xianger stood in front of the golden steps of the imperial palace wearing a black dragon robe with gold embroidery.
Now that New Year's Eve is approaching, she hasn't had much rest. There are more and more affairs in the court, many related to military affairs, battlefields, salaries, adjustments of various duties, and public security issues during New Year's Eve. Even she is a little tired, of course. , these emotions cannot be expressed. She stands in front of the temple, which is a dark flag, symbolizing the belief that the Zhao Kingdom will not fall.
But after seeing the beauty and prosperity of the Three Thousand Worlds of the Western Kingdom, she really didn't have much interest in these trivial matters in the world.
In her initial conception, she thought that regaining the lost territory of the Guo Kingdom was just a matter of conquering the Ten Associations, not to mention that the top ten masters of the Guo Kingdom were dead, and the Zhao State suffered another rain of spiritual energy that caused the death of the soul-devourers above the Five Paths. .
As long as the cultivators of Zhao State slowly rise, they may be able to regain the lost ground even without a single blow.
But after she actually started to do these things, she discovered that these things turned out to be so difficult. Ordinary monks who entered the army were just tiny specks of dust, unable to make big waves. And behind every victory and triumph, there were many people behind it. It’s all piled up with countless details.
These trivial things always made her want to put on heavy armor and fancy clothes, and carry a sword to fight in person.
Of course, even if she had the ability to do so, she would not do so, because her current level is not enough to support her from taking big risks.
Now that the State of Zhao has been suffering from abuses for many years, she needs to be a majestic symbol, existing upright in the center of the State of Zhao, gathering like steel the hearts of people who have been shattered for many years.
She is the divine child of Zhao Guoxin, the majestic, mysterious, powerful and beautiful divine child in the palace.
Zhao Xianger gently rubbed her temples and sighed softly.
"Your Highness."
A woman's voice came from behind.
"How's the investigation going?" Zhao Xianger turned around and asked.
The person who came was Tang Yu. It was now known to everyone in the court that she was the most popular person around Zhao Xiang'er. The new empress even made her a first-class female official with a direct decree, and her status was even more respected than Zhao Shisong's. Of course Zhao Shisong was sensible. After knowing that she was His Highness's person that night, he didn't dare to have any thoughts anymore. He had always kept away from her, and now he just sent this little god away.
He originally thought that Tang Yu would take some revenge on him after his status was respected, but he had been worried for two months and still didn't wait.
At this moment, Tang Yu came to the front of the palace, took out a stack of letters, presented them to Zhao Xiang'er, and said: "These are the lists of dozens of demon hunters and Taoist priests who came to the imperial city two months ago, according to His Highness's instructions. , it’s all sorted out.”
Zhao Xiang'er flipped through a few slips, and the names of the relevant people were engraved on the first line of those slips.
Zhao Xianger asked: "Who was responsible for these things at that time?"
Tang Yudao: "A few old officials headed by Song Zhi are responsible for this matter. Basically, some well-known Taoist priests from inside and outside the imperial city and from several nearby cities have been invited."
Zhao Xianger asked: "How many people are there in total?"
Tang Yu replied: "Twenty-four people."
Zhao Xiang'er asked again: "How many died?"
Tang Yu said: "Eighteen people."
Zhao Xianger frowned slightly, brushed the slips with her slender jade fingers, and asked in confusion: "Why are there so many?"
Tang Yu was slightly shocked: "Your Highness doesn't know about this?"
There was a hint of surprise in Zhao Xianger's eyes: "I knew a little bit before, but I didn't expect so many people to die."
Tang Yu was full of doubts and asked tentatively: "Aren't these people..."
Zhao Xiang'er shook his head slightly: "I asked Mr. Xueyu to secretly kill those who besieged Qianyu Palace that day, and then asked Song Xiang to exaggerate the circumstances of their death and publicize them. But these old Taoist priests and I There is no grudge, so why should I bother trying so hard to make things difficult for them?”
Tang Yu thought for a while and guessed: "Could it be that the old fox has already woken up and is doing something secretly?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "The old fox has indeed awakened a long time ago, but his influence is limited in the prison, and he has to spend more energy to put the demon seed into Ning Xiaoling's body, so he will not do those boring things."
Tang Yu asked again: "Could it be that the demon bird is murderous and acted together?"
"It's unlikely." Zhao Xiang'er still shook her head and was silent for a moment before she said: "Did anyone witness those Taoists before they died? Ask them to write down the circumstances of their deaths orally and compile them into a book for me to read. .”
"Yes." Tang Yu accepted the order.
Zhao Xiang'er put the letter in her hand back and walked gently down the golden steps, her dark robe swaying quietly under the complicated and beautiful caisson.
"Actually..." She suddenly said: "There is another possibility."
Tang Yu felt that the atmosphere was slightly strange. After calming down, he followed her words and asked, "What's possible?"
Zhao Xiang'er stopped, swaying his sleeves slightly, and said in a cold voice: "During those days, the imperial city might... really be haunted."