Chapter 890 Xiaolu Night Talk
Ying Ji had no reason to take back the meat that had fallen off the chopsticks in her hands. She rolled up the meat slices again, put them into the pot, and said calmly: "I am old and young. You have good teeth, so I’ll give this meat to you.”
Bailian didn’t care about her so much and ate the pieces of cooked beef generously.
By the way, I also thoughtfully placed two slices of green bamboo shoots, blanched them in a boiling soup pot for several rounds, and then gave them to Ying Ji: "I eat meat well, and your Majesty must also sit down and eat well."
In this way, for more than a month, the Empress, who no one had been able to persuade to eat, finally bowed her head and started to eat despite Bailian's words.
At midnight, green wine was simmering in a small stove, two dishes and bowls were placed, a lamp was shining brightly, and a charcoal fire was burning in the room, dispelling the coldness in the hall and adding a bit of warmth and spring.
A pot of hot soup with red oil, several rounds of food rolling by, Bailian ate quietly with chopsticks after chopsticks, occasionally handing out a clean handkerchief to Ying Ji to wipe the leakage from her forehead Hot and sweaty, sometimes warm wine with food.
The food in the food box for shabu-shabu was quickly emptied. Ying Ji didn’t talk much while eating. The dinner plate was empty and the wine glass was empty.
Ying Ji's slightly pale lips were stained with water and turned bright red from the heat, losing a bit of morbid anger.
Putting down the bowl and chopsticks, she licked her lips, then put her hand to the plate of snacks. Just as she was about to bring a cup of apricot cheese, she heard Balian's voice: "Every sweet dish" , only three are allowed.”
Ying Ji was slightly annoyed: "You are so long-winded."
In the end, she still didn't obey. She ate four or five of each dessert and snack. In the end, her stomach felt uncomfortable after eating, both spicy and sweet. The taste intertwined into an uncomfortable greasy feeling in the stomach.
Ying Ji pushed the table and lay down on the floor regardless of the coldness on the ground.
Bailian frowned, stood up and fetched a thick blanket, spread it on the ground, then leaned over to pick her up and put her on the soft cloud-like blanket.
Ying Ji's stomach felt uncomfortable and she was too lazy to move, letting Bai Lian play around with her.
Bai Lian sat aside, placing his right hand on Ying Ji's abdomen, massaging it gently: "I was disobedient just now, and now I'm suffering?"
Ying Ji narrowed her eyes and enjoyed it. Balian's Massage Service.
His techniques were skillful and experienced. After several times of rubbing and pressing, the bloated and uncomfortable stomach relaxed a lot.
She hummed softly, like a noble Persian cat that was tired after eating in the afternoon, lazily licking its paws.
Under the candlelight, Ying Ji was lying on her side between the blankets with her body propped up diagonally. Her black hair was as lazy as clouds, and her features were becoming more noble and majestic.
"Why have you been so late this month?" Ying Ji is cold-tempered and doesn't like to touch outsiders.
I don’t know whether this young man was born too innocent and well-behaved, or whether it was because he belonged to her father, but Ying Ji didn’t object to his closeness.
In the past few years, she has become increasingly unable to control the murderous aura in her heart and soul.
Due to the constant loss of spiritual roots, this thousand-year cultivation is like a majestic and out-of-control sea.
The spiritual storm raging in the body for many years, coupled with the pain of losing a child two hundred years ago, made the body's condition increasingly unstable.
Originally, with the help of Zhongyou Dynasty's energy of national destiny, it was still possible to suppress the disintegrating heart and soul.
But three years ago, she sensed that Dongli's small building was in danger of collapse. Regardless of her body, she forcibly tore the space apart and escaped into the air.
The body has lost the stable protection of Zhongyou Dynasty. Even if it is brought back to the dynasty by Taiyin Emperor in time, this body will become increasingly useless.
She did not want to go crazy and hurt others, but the spiritual power raging in her body had no spiritual roots to suppress it. Her body was getting weaker and her mind was unstable, making it difficult to control her emotions and kill people.
But six months ago, my father sent such a young man to the Zhongyou Dynasty. He showed up once a month and did nothing else.
Just playing chess and writing with her, and bringing two bottles of non-intoxicating sweet fruit wine and delicious food when she is free, can miraculously suppress the uncontrollable anger in her body and soothe her soul.
Every time he appeared in the Empress Hall, he would stay for several days, but this month, he was three days late.
If she had not appeared in time, Ying Ji would have been afraid that she would not be able to control herself and kill He Xingyun, who could cure ghosts.
Bailian said: "I was delayed by some things, but I can stay for a few more days this time."
"Well... Zhongyou Dynasty may be a little uncomfortable in recent days. Taiping, I see that your aura is just that of a heroic spirit that has just died. It is not easy to reunite the soul, but there is no need to stay here for longer.
Go to Jiuyou earlier. Your father will protect you, and the fire in Zhongyou will not be able to burn you. "
Perhaps because she was too full, Ying Ji had a slight nasal sound. Her eyebrows were lazy, her eyes were half closed, and her dark and ink-colored hair lay sideways at the corners of her red lips. The lining is alluring and provocative
Bailian looked at this picture calmly. The familiar yet distant face in the memory.
Secretly, Ying Xiu’s face with long eyebrows reflected his, but after growing up and becoming a young man, there were some differences between her eyebrows and facial features.
He sighed in his heart
Three years ago, although he had recovered all his memories and uncovered the mystery of his life experience, and the fog of his past and cause and effect had become clear, now he was in his mother's homeland. Although he missed her deeply, it was not that he deliberately concealed it and delayed his acquaintance with her.
It is difficult for a saint to change the yin and yang of life and death. Even the Taiyin Emperor, who holds the power of Jiuyou, would not be able to completely resurrect a King Blood Corpse Demon.
One dream takes three years to cultivate this body, but it cannot last forever.
What the Taiyin Emperor was able to do was to stabilize his soul and reshape his body with the great supernatural power of heaven and earth in these three years.
The roots and bones are the veins, and the flesh is the body.
Three years ago, Bailian's flesh and blood were burned and rotted by corpse crows, and all his internal organs were eaten away. Only the bones of the immortal body remained intact.
Listening to Jun He’s narration, after the ghoul chaos ended, his bones were swallowed by the white dragon and flew into the sky, making it difficult for the world to find.
It is said that the divine dragon has its head but not its tail. The white dragon is the only true dragon left in the world. A storm can transform nine heavens and eternity. It is difficult to see the gods. Even the Taiyin Emperor cannot find them with all his efforts. .
Now that the flesh and bones are difficult to merge into one, Balian cannot be considered completely resurrected.
Although he has regained the strength of his cultivation three years ago, his body is as brittle as glass and extremely unstable. If you are not careful, it will collapse and disappear, and it will not last long, at most it will last until Three years is the limit.
The Taiyin Emperor is powerful, but not omnipotent. Corpse bones are an important system for maintaining life, both for heroic spirits and corpse demons.
It is difficult to draw the bones of a dragon or a tiger, not to mention that what Balian lost was the bones of an immortal.
If his bones are not found for a long time, no matter how perfect this body is reshaped, it will be nothing more than a flash in the pan.
It is not difficult to recognize Empress Ying Ji at this time, but no one can guarantee whether Balian will disappear and be annihilated in front of her eyes again.
Bailian, who was not completely resurrected, did not dare to give her hope easily.
This is why he can only appear in the human world once a month.
Only this time, Jun He used some unknown means to steal the Immortal Tears from the Tianxi Sword Sect and sent them to the Nether Palace Division. With the power of Immortal Tears, Balian can stay in the human world for a little longer, and he might as well solve these troublesome issues in the Zhongyou Dynasty.
Three years ago, the Tianshan Mountains collapsed, and Bailiyu injured the empress Ying Ji by mistake. This angered the Taiyin Emperor, who dropped the Ghost King Lantern, a powerful evil weapon, on the White Camel Mountain.
Cursed the disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect, but later used the heart of the Ghost King in the lamp to summon 300,000 endless corpses for Yingxiu to kill the human world.
Although Balian took action in time and played the flute to lure the ghosts into the chaos, in that short period of time, people and immortal disciples from various sects also suffered in the world.
The immortal sect forces from all sides naturally have deep resentments, but they dare not bear grudge against Zunxian Taiyin. They only dare to bear this grudge against the Zhongyou Dynasty.
In the past three years, led by the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Alliance, the forces of the four immortal sects all had hidden intentions of crusading.
In the Zhongyou Dynasty, the two most powerful forces, the Underworld Daoists and the Tiancan Clan, are the two most powerful ghost cultivators in Zhongyou.
In Zhongyou Dynasty, there are three major lineups.
Cunning cultivator, ghost cultivator, heroic spirit.
Cunning cultivators are human beings with Zhongyue bloodline and born with extraordinary special abilities. They possess mysterious skills and a myriad of realms.
As for ghost cultivators, they are those who are unable to dissipate their anger and resentment after the death of human cultivators. They return to the secluded world and are unwilling to give up their obsessions during life. They turn into fierce ghosts, become evil spirits and swear to serve. You are cultivating for ghosts.
The heroic spirits are even more widespread, regardless of race, humans, immortals, demons, demons, or spirits. Those who possess great merits and great cause and effect, sacrifice their lives for righteousness, and die for righteousness. Those whose names will remain in history are called heroic spirits. name.
Although he is dead, he is gone. In the form of a contract, he recognized the Empress Zhongyou as his master.
Among the six contemporary Yin Kings, there are cunning cultivators and heroic spirits, but none of them are ghost cultivators.
Now that the Empress is in decline, Zhongyou, representing the two most powerful forces of ghost cultivators, is getting ready to take action, and its connections with the outside world are abnormally active.
Since the past six months, Bai Lian has been in the Nether Palace Department, and he is not completely ignorant of the affairs in Zhongyou.
The Taiyin Emperor is restricted by the laws of heaven and cannot interfere in human affairs without authorization.
But Bailian is different from him. It is most appropriate for him to intervene in the affairs of the Zhongyou Dynasty.
"I once heard Taiyin Mansion say that during the rainy season, the empress is most lazy and sleepy."
Ying Ji raised her dark eyes slightly, her father even told him such a trivial matter, thinking about this young man In my father's heart, it carries a very important weight.
She buried her cheek in the soft thick blanket: "What do you want to say?"
Bailian wiped the thin sweat from her neck, his eyes deep. With a quiet glimmer: "Mother, these days Why don't you just relax in the palace for a few days?"
Ying Ji shrank her body into the blanket and gave him an unpredictable look: "It seems that you have a big idea. Tell me, you want it. What?”
Bailian said: "The Four Seals of Zhongyou."
The Four Seals of Zhongyou are the heavenly seal of Zhongyou Supervisor Kingdom and the seal of the prince. In the Zhongyou Dynasty, they symbolized the authority of absolute sanctions.
Two hundred years ago, these four seals of Zhongyou were supposed to be inherited on the day of the crowning ceremony of the crown prince, formally inheriting the great cause of unification and controlling the power of the four ghosts in Zhongyou.
It’s just that back then, Bailian was not only the prince of Zhongyou, but also the young master of Tianxi. He thought a lot about receiving the seal.
The Master of the Tianxi Sword has always disliked his son practicing the art of deception. Just raising a little devil requires Balian to be sneaky, let alone inherit the four seals.
Until that year, when he died on Taixuan Nanze Mountain, His Royal Highness Ying Xiu appeared in Zhongyou, and the empress Ying Ji passed on the Xu seal, one of the four seals, to Ying Xiu's body protection.
It’s just that in Xianling City, Xu Yin’s ghost Hongying recognized Bailian as his master, and when he was dying, he took the initiative to hand Xu Yin over to Bailian.
Three years ago, Bai Lian's body was eaten by the bones of Luan You. The Xu Seal engraved in his body naturally became an ownerless thing. It automatically returned to its master spirit and entered Zhongyou. Even the Xu Seal attached to it became ownerless. And the living falcons also fell into Zhongyou and slept with the seal of Xu.
Bailian asked for the greatest authority of the Zhongyou Dynasty except for the empress. If there were any outsiders here at this moment, they would definitely feel that his behavior was because he did not think his death was complete enough.
After all, since the founding of the Zhongyou Dynasty, among the four seals of Zhongyou, only the Xu seal has been passed down to Ying Xiu.
How is it that he blatantly covets the Four Seals and openly plans to usurp the throne?
Unexpectedly, Ying Ji waved her hand half-heartedly and said: "The four seals are behind the secret door of the seat of the Queen's Palace. If you want it, just go and get it yourself, right?"
< br>Bailian's eyes widened in surprise, as if he didn't expect that she would give out the four seals so easily.
Ying Ji glanced at him, with a hint of ridicule in her smile: "If you have the ability to make the four-seal master ghost recognize you as the master, then you will naturally have the ability to take it away. If you don't have the ability, , even if I gave them to you, you wouldn’t be able to take them away.”
Bailian laughed and said, “Did Yingxiu also take away Xu Yin in this way?”
Talking about Ying Xiu, Ying Ji looked as usual and said: "Yes, that child has a very outstanding talent for trickery. Being able to take out the Xu Seal is beyond my expectation. I didn't expect that with his wisp..."
The words came to an abrupt end midway through.
Bailian took over and said calmly: "I didn't expect that he could successfully remove the Xu Seal with the help of a meager talent of Zhongyou Purple Blood."
Ying Ji Bei Feeling the difference, he unconsciously propped himself up: "Father You actually told you about Ying Xiu’s life experience?”
She looked strange and sighed: “If I hadn’t understood your father’s temperament, I would have really doubted whether you were my father’s illegitimate son at this moment. ”
Balian: "..."
If he is an illegitimate child, should he call her sister or sister?
Bailian was no longer able to complain about his mother's imagination, and he added: "I heard from the world that my mother created Yingxiu to enter Taoism with talismans in order to commemorate her dead child..."
Ying Ji stood up and looked at him with a deep look: "Why are you interested in this matter?"
Bailian did not speak.
Ying Xiu really couldn't do anything about his look. She rubbed her brows helplessly and said: "No one else dares to talk about that past in front of me. Only you, a young man, can tear off any part of my wound that hurts." .”
In the silent night, Ying Ji's thoughts drifted far away. She suppressed the laziness on her face, and her deep black eyes were mixed with sadness and hopelessness. Her eyes seemed sad and painful, and she was silent here. Over the centuries, it has been filled with dust.
“The year when Xiao An passed away, I could only think of him in my heart thousands of times. I never thought that one day I would need to personally prepare a coffin and burial objects for my child. , I have prayed in my heart for thousands of days and nights, and I have also begged my father, hoping that he can survive, but I know that all these are delusions.
Xiao An is gone, and I, Mo Yue, can no longer be the empress of this world. I know that I have lost my son, and I am getting crazier every year. Dark emotions are swallowing me up all the time, but I don’t want to be crazy, because if even I Crazy, the only person in this world who cares about my son is gone..."
(End of this chapter)