The old man dressed in black, with a feather crown on his head and a Vulcan mask on his face, slowly slid his skinny hands from east to west.
Behind him stood a young man dressed similarly. He followed the old man's gaze and couldn't help but frown.
After a while, the old man closed his eyes and put down his hand dejectedly.
The young man behind him thought for a while before asking: "Master Wu Zhu, what does this celestial phenomenon portend?"
The old man turned around after a while, looked at the young man in front of him and said, "You are right, the Huns' hope lies with the fourth prince, not with the second and sixth princes."
"Sir..." The young man looked up at the sky again, but he came out too late and only saw the end of the meteor shower.
The old man ordered: "Light the holy fire and take out the lion bones."
The young man knew that he was going to do a divination and quickly tried to persuade him: "Master Wu Zhu! You must not! You have just invited the God of Fire, and you must not invite him a second time now!"
"No! I must find a chance for the second prince to survive!" The old man raised his hand, and the servants in black around him took action.
Soon, a large pot was set up in the yard and white firewood was placed.
Someone brought out a glazed lantern and handed it to Wu Zhu carefully.
He took the lantern, took a piece of tinder, put it in and lit it.
When he took out the fire starter, a gust of wind suddenly blew out the fire starter.
The scene was silent for a while, and the original young man persuaded again: "Sir, please wait a little longer, the meteorite is coming from the east."
The old man's expression condensed and he raised his eyes to the east.
After being silent for a long time, I finally decided to take another look.
Dingyuan City just after the meteor shower.
In the north corner of the city, there is an old man with gray hair, wearing coarse clothes, with a face like chicken skin, but he is in good spirits.
He stroked his long white beard and clasped his other hand behind his back to calculate.
Finally, he sighed deeply: "The world will eventually be in chaos."
The old man turned his head and looked northwest, hesitant in his heart.
If that girl doesn't come back, the Emperor's Bloodline won't be able to suppress the black dragon!
The rooftop of the capital city.
Everyone knelt in front of Bai Di, no one dared to breathe out.
Bai Di glanced at them, and said in a cold voice: "From today on, all the adults will stay here. If necessary, the emperor will personally summon you. The rest of the people will not step foot here!"
After a pause, she continued: "If I find out who has left Si Tiantai, don't blame me for killing without blood!"
Everyone froze and replied one after another.
In the main hall of Qianyuan Palace, Jiang Yuanhan was holding a bloody sword in his hand, wearing a dragon robe and sitting on the dragon chair covered in blood.
He stared intently at the corpses in front of him. The palace lanterns were swaying and the palace door was ajar, adding a strange and chilling atmosphere to the place.
Among the scattered corpses, a few people were kneeling fearfully.
Among them were Pei Yu and He Zhui. They also had wounds on their bodies, but they did not dare to say a word.
There were hurried footsteps outside. Fu Jue quickly opened the door and took a look, only to see corpses on the ground. In addition to the secret guards and forbidden soldiers, there were also several people she knew before.
Fu Jue's steps suddenly stopped, his breathing stopped, and his whole person fell into a sluggish state.
When Jiang Yuanhan heard the voice, he raised his head and called her: "Is everything okay over there, noble man?"
This voice brought back Fu Jue's mood. She quickly stepped over the threshold and wanted to step forward, but found that there were too many corpses on the ground and she had nowhere to step.
Fu Jue looked at Jiang Yuanhan, who was covered in blood, and his voice was trembling: "Is the Emperor okay? Do you want-"
"Let me ask you, is Sister Dejia okay over there?" Jiang Yuanhan's eyes turned cold and shot directly at Fu Jue.
She finally realized what was going on and knelt on the ground to report: "Back, back to the emperor, Princess Dejia has an abdominal injury."
As soon as these words came out, Jiang Yuanhan's eyes became even colder.
But Fu Jue still had to bite the bullet and said: "Also, Mr. Wen, he, he was seriously injured to protect Miss Wei. Doctor Gao is now rescuing her. In addition, Wei, General Wei Feng died!"
Before he finished speaking, Jiang Yuanhan stood up suddenly and wanted to walk down.
But the injuries on his body were serious, and Jiang Yuanhan suddenly broke into a cold sweat.
Thinking of the current situation, Fu Jue couldn't care less. He gritted his teeth and lifted up his skirt, stepped on the body on the ground and stepped forward to help Jiang Yuanhan.
She took out a pill in one hand, handed it to Jiang Yuanhan and said, "This was left by the previous princess. Can the emperor take it first?"
Jiang Yuanhan's eyes narrowed and he looked at her dimly.
Fu Jue realized it later and quickly stretched out his hand to break open the pill: "I will take half a pill first and show it to Your Majesty."
Just as she was about to take action, Jiang Yuanhan suddenly reached out, took the pill in her hand, and swallowed it in one gulp.
At this moment, the sound of rapid marching came from outside.
The door of the palace was opened forcefully, and Ruan Mi led people to the door.
"Your Majesty, forgive me! My subordinate's rescue came too late!"
Jiang Yuanhan took the medicine and was finally able to breathe smoothly. He raised his hand and said, "Let the adults from each family come and claim it! By the way, I invite my uncle to come!"
"Yes!" Ruan Mi obeyed the instruction without hesitation.
Not long after, Wei Ziying hurried over and saw Zhu Zirui lying among the corpses on the ground. Suddenly, her legs went weak and she almost knelt down.
Seeing his reaction, Jiang Yuanhan sneered and said, "Your Excellency, Prime Minister Wei, General Wei Feng died in the line of duty."
After saying these words, Wei Ziying could no longer hold on and knelt down completely.
He looked at the corpse in front of him and finally regretted it completely.
After all, he was the one who harmed Feng'er.
It was sunny the next day, and Wen Qingzhu didn't get up until very late.
She didn't sleep well last night. She finally fell asleep, but she had nightmares again and again.
This time she didn't dream about Fu Lie, but about her mother.
He couldn't help but say to her: "Zhu'er, go quickly, go hold your brother, don't let him fall."
Wen Qingzhu looked around, it was still the courtyard where she lived when she was in the Wen family.
Three feet in front of her, Wen Mingxuan stood motionless, with a smile on his lips and kept waving to her.
Wen Qingzhu tried hard to reach out and hold Wen Mingxuan, but she couldn't move forward.
Suddenly, Jiang Yuanhan appeared next to Wen Mingxuan, pulling him back step by step, his eyes full of resentment: "Sister promised me that she would always stay by my side, and she doesn't keep her word..."
Don't keep your words!
Until Tudan came to wake her up, Wen Qingzhu kept repeating this sentence in his mind.
After waking up, her body felt unusually heavy. After dressing and washing, she sat at the table to eat.
As a result, her hand lost its balance and the wooden plate fell to the ground.
It was obviously a newly purchased wooden plate, but it actually had a crack in it.
Wen Qingzhu became more and more uneasy, always feeling that something had happened.
Tudan hurried over, replaced her with a new wooden plate, handed it to her and said, "Sister, don't worry, I got a new one for you."
"Yeah." Wen Qingzhu took his plate, but his hand was still unsteady and he dropped it to the ground again, and it even cracked!
Feitian also felt something was wrong this time.
He stood up and threw the wooden plate in his hand. There was no problem at all.
Tudan felt that the atmosphere was not right, so he quickly took his plate and threw it, but there was still no problem at all.
Wen Qingzhu covered his heart, feeling that something was wrong.
She turned to leave, but suddenly stopped.
The meteor shower last night must have foreshadowed something.
She almost never dreamed about her mother in this life, but this time, she did!
There were Wen Mingxuan and Jiang Yuanhan in the dream.
Wen Qingzhu ran out of the house quickly, looked up in the direction of the capital, and felt certain in his heart: Something happened in the capital!
"Sir, are we leaving?"
I don't know when Feitian's voice appeared behind me.
Wen Qingzhu turned back, looked at Feitian steadily and said, "I won't leave, but I don't have much time."
Feitian nodded: "Then what should we do next?"
Wen Qingzhu slowly calmed down. No matter when, panic would only make things worse.
She glanced inside the tent and saw that she couldn't let go of the nard matter slowly.
The person working for her now is Feitian, so Wen Qingzhu can only trust him.
"Your sister has been awake for a long time and can move."
Feitian's expression broke for the first time, and he looked at Wen Qingzhu in disbelief.
He searched so many doctors, but except for Yaoshen Valley, he had never been to them. He had tried all the others.
As a result, he suddenly changed his mind, listened to Shen Jiao's suggestion, and went to Wen Qingzhu's side, and actually brought his sister back to life!
Feitian was surprised, but he quickly calmed down.
Why didn't Wen Qingzhu tell him this news before
He looked up at Wen Qingzhu and saw her saying: "Gan Song told me that if you can help me, she can also help me. She is from the Five Poison Sect and is more valuable to me than you. But now I don't have time. So as long as you promise me to follow my arrangements within ten days, I will help you cure the nard!"
Finally, she added: "Of course it's just to restore normal thinking and action."
Feitian didn't understand why his sister didn't want him to know that she was well
His hand shook, and it was clear that he had not recovered yet.
Wen Qingzhu didn't have that much time, so he urged him.
Feitian then raised his eyes and looked over, nodding silently.
"Well, I will try my best to treat the nard this morning. If nothing happens, she can recover to the extent you want."
Wen Qingzhu didn't talk nonsense and turned around and went in.
He ordered Feitian who followed him to prepare a series of things.
Soon she stood in front of Gan Song and said to Gan Song with his eyes closed: "Sorry, I don't have time to wait for you to show your value now."
As soon as he finished speaking, Gan Song suddenly opened his eyes and saw Feitian coming in with medicinal materials and equipment.
The moment their eyes met, Gan Song avoided it without hesitation.
Wen Qingzhu took the silver needle and made Gan Song faint...
At a quarter of noon, Wen Qingzhu walked out exhausted.
There was a strange smell mixed with herbs and dirty blood.
At the entrance of the yard, yesterday's broker came over and raised his hand to greet her.
Wen Qingzhu originally didn't want to pay attention, but now she had to speed up.
So she got up and went over without letting the broker in.
"Did you feel okay last night, sir?" The broker looked at the fence in the yard, which was not much different from yesterday.
Wen Qingzhu nodded: "Yeah! But I didn't bring any slaves here. I want to buy some. Is there anyone here who can help me buy them?"
"Slave!" The broker was shocked. This was what he wanted to ask just now.
After yesterday's observation, he found that almost no one in this group was a slave.
The tall man who didn't speak seemed to be just protecting their safety.
The man named Feitian from before seemed kind, driving cars and unloading goods, doing everything, but in fact he cared more about the patient who couldn't take care of himself.
In addition, they have a child. Although this combination may seem strange, if they have money, nothing will be a problem in front of him.
There were countless people who had settled near the Eagle River recently, and he didn't have that much time to think about their origins.
So when he went back last night, he was thinking about how to continue to make money in this industry.
After thinking about it, they finally realized that they had no one who could help.
That's why he came here early in the morning.
Unexpectedly, Wen Qingzhu actually made the request.
Naturally, he quickly agreed: "Yes! Of course there is! I wonder whose slave you want, sir?"
Wen Qingzhu pointed out without any nonsense: "Women who have raised children and are patient must come from Daqi!"