Immortal Voices

Rong Xian was too lazy to pay attention to Hua Yan. She looked at Lieutenant Tian who was still here and asked, "Is the emperor safe after the emperor crashes?"

Lieutenant Tian, ​​who had been staying aside for a while, immediately took a step forward, and said with interest: "Under your Majesty, there is nothing strange about the Emperor."

Lieutenant Tian is in charge of Gan Jingbu's prevention and control and is the lieutenant.

He had a short beard, and he looked like he was in his forties, and his face gave him a sense of righteousness.

"During the ceremony, you paid more attention and arrested all those who were suspicious." Rong Xian commanded.

"Noah," Lieutenant Tian answered.

After chatting with Lieutenant Tian for a while, she let people leave.

The palace was quiet again, and Hua Yan suddenly asked, "Your Majesty, do you have a meal?"

Rong Xian looked up at the sky outside, but did not expect it was evening.

The monks have already set aside the valley, and can use it without meals.

But now that you are here, try the meals in the palace.

There was a hint of interest in Rong Xian's eyes, but her disguise now is a mortal.

She closed the book with her hand, and stood up towards the lounge next door: "Come down and set your meals."

"No." Hua Yan immediately turned around and walked outside the door, commanding to the little **** outside.

It has been an hour since Rongxian tasted a delicious meal.

When she went to the study again, she discovered that the palace people had filled the study with medical books quickly.

Rong Xian satisfied the humane with satisfaction: "Yes."

Hua Yan smiled joyfully: "Your Majesty likes it."

Rong Xian took a medical book from the top and said to Huaying: "Go down, read the book for a while."

Hua Yan took three steps back, bowing down and saying, "The minister resigned."

After Hua Zheng left, Rong Xian was moved, and Long Qi linked an invisible restraint to lock up the entire study.

She casually rested the medical book on the collapse, sitting on the stool and rubbed her forehead in distress.

The entire Rong Guo is looking forward to the birth of a new heir, and she can't drag on.

Rong Xian stood at the table, looking serious.

She waved her sleeves, and the table was panned to the ground.

Rong Xian's palms were flat, a golden gleam flickered, and the golden beads that exudes sharpness were suspended above the palm.

She reached out and touched Jin Lingzhu gently, feeling Jin Lingzhu's well-behaved appearance, Rong Xian's eyes darkened.

She felt in her heart that whether it was wooden spirit beads or water spirit beads, or gold spirit beads, or fire spirit beads and earth spirit beads that were not yet born, these were her things.

Ben belongs to her.

This feels too strong, if she hadn't checked her carefully, she would have thought she had been conspired.

If it was the instinctual voice of her soul, it would be more interesting.

The arc of the corner of Rong Xian's mouth deepened a little bit, and a palm mass of yellow soil appeared again.

This time, instead of purifying the water, she took a drop of mysterious heavy water from the water spirit beads.

With the cooperation of three spirit beads, Rong Xian spent two hours on this heavy water.

After refining Xuanming heavy water, Rong Xian flicked his fingertips, and the heavy water and Xuanhuang soil were integrated into one.

This time it was a man who pinched, Rong Xian pinched for a long time and didn't know what kind of face to choose.

She put the invisible clay figure on the table, closed her eyes for a long while, and opened her eyes again.

Rong Xian groaned for a moment, and decided to pinch her like the immortal immortal that she had imagined as a child.

This time she pinched very smoothly, but in a quarter of an hour, the lifelike figurine had appeared in her hands.

When Rong Xian was moved, Mu Lingzhu was suspended above the air.

A steady stream of vitality pours into the clay figure, and together with the mysterious heavy water, shapes the eight strange veins of the clay figure.

After the body was well-formed, Rong Xian sat on the ground, and the eyebrows flew into Jinlingzhu, and flew into the heart of the clay man with Jinlingzhu.

The clay figure of the clay figurine was released, and his spirits scattered, making Rong Xian faintly threatened.

She squinted slightly, all her mind was on the refining clay figure.

The first ray of light appeared on the horizon, and a rush of purple gas suddenly came east and got into the clay figure.

The light converges, the clay figure's body slowly stretches, the body fades the color of the earth, and becomes white and bright.

He had a white robe in his hand and wore it unhurriedly.

When Rong Xian opened her eyes, she faced a pair of cold and ruthless eyes first.

The man looked twenty-three years old, with long dark hair hanging down his shoulder, and his flawless face was beautiful and delicate.

The man looked at Rong Xian, and Mo Tong had the depth to **** people in.

He spoke slowly, his voice sounding like a jade soaked in the water of the cold lake, showing a wave of warmth but loss of emotion: "Rong Xian."

Rong Xian blinked, and stood up slowly from the ground.

After turning around the man, the warmth of a spring-like smile sang softly at the corners of her mouth, "Hexi Xixi tonight, the boat is in the middle of the boat. Hexi Xi today has to go with the prince. Shame and be good Do n’t be ashamed. I ’m a little upset and never stop learning about the prince. There are trees, trees and branches in the mountains, but I do n’t know.

The song stopped, she lifted her eyes, and gave a light smile to the man, saying, "His Royal Highness, you will be called Tongzhou in the future."

Tongzhou's eyes showed a trace of indescribable coldness, and the whole person was shrouded in pale golden light, which made people feel dignified.

Although he looked at Rong Xian, it seemed that no one could be accommodated in the dustless sight, but such unreasonable and proud behavior should be so ordinary on him.

He just stood there quietly, but seemed to have the same eternal emotions. All the sounds around him seemed to disappear from his ears. There was only him between heaven and earth.

He spoke softly, without a half-smoke of fireworks, with a hint of gentleness that was hard to detect: "My Majesty, call me to the same boat."

Rong Xian's eyelashes trembled, as if shy, and she whispered softly, "Same boat."

The edges and corners of the same boat softened, and he walked towards Rong Xian. Every step and every move seemed to be casual and casual, giving birth to a powerful coercion.

He stood in front of Rong Xian, hugged Rong Xian, and suddenly asked, "How do you feel?"

Rong Xian hesitated, stretched his hands around his waist, and pondered for a long while, before he became quite boring: "Although he is different in body, hugging himself is like touching his right hand with his left hand."

When Rong Xian let go, Tong Zhou also let go.

Rong Xian stared at the same boat, saying: "The same consciousness controls three bodies, and different identities interpret different personalities and lives. This is really interesting."

Rong Xian feels that her desire to perform has been greatly satisfied, and she will no longer have to catch some people around her.

The sky gradually lightened, and there was a little movement outside the door.

Rong Xian knew it was time to show up, and she smiled toward the avatar with a spring blossoming smile. Her heart moved and she closed the avatar.