The next day.

The light of morning is warm.

Zhao Yun got up early, sat under a tree and meditated.

He is waiting.

Wait for Yunfeng to leave the customs.

Wait for Zi Yihou to come out.

Regardless of the Tianzong or the Imperial Capital, there are clones of him. One group is staring at the Tianzong forbidden area, the other is staring at the torture tower, always ready for assassination, and there is also Prajna, who will come back one day if they are not saved.

In the next few days, he did not go down the mountain.

While waiting, he did not neglect his martial arts. During the day, he exercised his muscles, bones and muscles to lay a solid foundation. At night, he sat on the top of the mountain, nourishing his body with the stars and moonlight. He traveled for many days. It had been a long time since he had been so concentrated in meditation. Qing Yao and

Youlan and others were still in Qianqiu City, and he was happy to be at ease.

Soon someone came to visit.

Nai Tianyu came to say goodbye.

The war is urgent, and as the marshal of the Yulong Army, he wants to rush to the border to help.

Zhao Yun gave a lot of secret techniques and cultivation resources as a gift to watch Tian Yu drift away.

It's night again, peaceful and quiet.

Just like in the past, Zhao Yun was sitting quietly on the top of the mountain.

The starlight and moonlight seemed to have spirituality, shining on his body in patches.

Suddenly, a breeze blew.

Immediately the Ring trembled, and the wise words came out.

Thanks to Zhao Yun's deep concentration, if he were awake, he would definitely be surprised when he saw this scene. You must know that there are restrictions on the magic ring. Without other orders, he would be completely isolated, and the witty words could come out on his own.

"Who is that!"

There are many surprising sounds in the darkness.

The old guys who were secretly protecting Zhao Yun all scratched their heads and looked at each other in a daze. There was someone beside Ji Hen, and she was a girl. She looked evil at first glance.

When they looked, Punch had already sat down.

She was sitting next to Zhao Yun, as motionless as an ice sculpture.

Soon, Yang Xuanzong came after hearing the news.

Seeing the scene on the top of the mountain, his eyes looked strange.

The old guys watched it for most of the night before they came to the conclusion: it was the living dead.

The night is getting darker.

No one bothered me, and most of them hid in the dark.

Zhao Yun was lost in thought, but Wan Yu looked dull.

After a long while, he saw her body tilted, her cheek leaning on Zhao Yun's shoulder.

Reflecting the moonlight, her smile was very gentle.

Zhao Yun was stunned for a long time when he woke up, wondering how this girl came out.

What made him even more stunned was that not only could the punch line come out, but it could also enter the Lord of the Rings on its own.

"There's nothing wrong with it!"

He held the Ring in his hands and looked at it again and again.

The Lord of the Rings is still the Lord of the Rings, neither broken nor damaged.

Then this is strange.

He is obviously a living dead, but he can freely enter and exit his Lord of the Rings.

Weird things like this happen from time to time, and Punchline will come out and wander around every once in a while.

Zhao Yun didn't know the reason.

Yang Xuanzong and others looked even more puzzled.

Linglong, who arrived later, didn't see the reason.

After asking about it, I found out it was a ghost marriage.

For this matter, everyone lamented for a long time.

Mysterious things happen every year, especially for Ji Hen. Think about the eighty-episode TV series. It seems that this guy has seen strange things happen since he was a child. He can even encounter things like ghost marriage.

"Ghost marriage contract?"

Zhao Yun murmured, thinking so in his heart.

That ghost marriage should be a contract between the living and the dead.

This is probably why witticisms can find their way into and out of The Lord of the Rings.

ban!

He also placed many restrictions on the Lord of the Rings.

However, the wise words were ignored and he kept running out every once in a while.

The Moon God saw it, and there was a deep meaning in his eyes. I don't know if it was God's trouble, or it was due to rules. Zhao Yun and Miaoyu seemed to be no longer as simple as a ghost marriage contract. The girl was actually transforming.

I don't know what day it was before Mu Qinghan and the others came back.

The quiet Qingyu Peak became lively again, with smoke curling up under the moonlight.

Soon, the table was filled with delicious food.

Everyone is sitting around, the atmosphere is harmonious, and the picture is warm.

To celebrate Furong's escape from the sea of ​​suffering, Su Yu also dug out old wine.

Whoosh!

Before I started drinking, I saw a beautiful figure going up the mountain.

Nai Long Fei, maybe she had something urgent to do, so she came all the way, panting.

"Meet the princess."

Everyone stood up and bowed their hands.

Concubine Long nodded ceremonially, and without saying a word, she picked up Zhao Yun and left.

"Where to go." Zhao Yun didn't know why.

"To see the queen mother." Long Fei replied.

"I'm not a doctor."

"Uncle Linglong said that you must have a way."

The dragon concubine was as fast as a thundering dragon, pulling Zhao Yun along the way and losing his balance.

Zhao Yun took a deep breath and couldn't help but glance at Concubine Long. This girl was not stupid. She took her father's surname but her mother's seniority. In this way, Concubine Long and Yun Yan were of the same generation. He saw

Concubine Long, do you still need to call me uncle? This matter is very casual, and he doesn't bother to care about it.

What he was curious about was what illness the princess had.

Listening to Concubine Long's tone and looking at Concubine Long's expression, it seems likely that the imperial concubine is seriously ill.

Linglong had probably already seen the imperial concubine, and was probably helpless, so he asked Long Fei to come to him.

He was very surprised why Linglong was so sure that he had a solution.

In fact? Linglong has a unique belief in her heart, what belief?...Nothing seems to be a problem in front of Ji Hen. The Holy Son of Tianzong has created so many myths, and he can do it wherever he goes.

To turn things around, Ji Henbao Buqi could cure the disease that she couldn't cure.

The two of them appeared again, already in the imperial garden.

Zhao Yun glanced around, but could not see the imperial concubine.

Every time she came here in the past, the imperial concubine would be in the pavilion, drinking tea or reading ancient scrolls. This time, no one was seen secretly. After some perception, she could hear a violent cough in the attic of the palace.

When he entered the attic, Zhao Yun couldn't help but feel trembling.

In his memory, the queen of the Great Xia Dragon Dynasty, who was unparalleled in splendor and beauty, looked like a terminally ill person, weakly leaning on the hospital bed, her clear eyes were dim, and her face was pale and bloodless, especially those three

Thousands of green silk hair are already whiter than snow.

When I came here before, the princess was fine.

I haven't seen him for a few days, how could he be like this?

The moment he was dazed, the princess coughed up a mouthful of blood. She had not dressed up for a long time. When she bent over and coughed up blood, her hair fell loose, covering half of her face. The bright red blood highlighted the glare of her white hair.
To be continued...