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Chapter 52, 51, tonight and what night, this heart and my heart (26, please subscribe!)
General's House.

A figure in a black cloak, led by the butler, walked through the courtyard to a quiet and uninhabited garden in the inner house.

The butler turned and retreated, and the cloaked figure caught a glimpse of a tall, wide and fat figure sitting on the grand master's chair on the covered bridge, throwing bait into the pool in his hand.

"Mu Yuanqing, envoy of Qin, has met Duke Zhen!"

The man with the messy beard and hair didn't turn his head, and turned his back to him and said slowly: "As the envoy of Qin, what do you want from me?"

His voice was hoarse and low, full of vicissitudes.

Looking at this person, Mu Yuanqing felt an invisible pressure for no reason, and then felt absurd in his heart.

It's just a mortal, and its lifespan is not more than a hundred, so what is there to be afraid of?

But he still had a very respectful attitude on his face: "I don't know if the general wants to live forever?"

Do you want to live forever?
Mu Yuanqing feels that this sentence is fatal to the temptation of any mortal, especially those with high positions and powers.

Shentu Ying was still feeding the fish by himself.

"Have you met the Empress?" He asked.

Seeing his calm reaction, Mu Yuanqing's thoughts changed sharply, and he responded, "Yes."

"Tian Hou already gave you an answer?" Shentu Ying asked again.

Mu Yuanqing was startled, secretly thinking that this person knows about the matter of Fuluan Palace?

"With the historian present, who do you want to hide from?"

"...days later, you have indeed answered me and waited."

Shentu Ying sprinkled the bait in his hand, turned to look at Mu Yuanqing, and said, "Then why are you still looking for me?"

With just this one glance, Mu Yuanqing broke out in cold sweat instantly, and that look was as bottomless as an abyss, which made people shudder.

He was afraid... Is this a mortal?
"Do you want to hear a different answer from me than Tianhou?" Shentu Ying asked again.

How to take this, Mu Yuanqing's mood is already a little disordered.

This Shentu Ying in front of him holds the military power of the Xuantang in his hand, one man is under [-] people, among those Xuanjia guards that he has seen in the Fuluan Palace, this person probably has many subordinates, this kind of status is also in their Xianqin's hands. It is an existence that needs him to look up to.

Although it was the second time to come to Xuantang, Mu Yuanqing still had contempt for the mortals in this place. He has lived for more than 200 years, and the people here are just juniors in his opinion.

But as long as a person cannot reach that position, it is useless to live for a long time.

If you don't wear the dragon robe and sit on the dragon chair, you will never have the majesty of the emperor.

Seeing that he didn't respond, Shentu Ying turned around and said, "Let's see off the guests."

Mu Yuanqing woke up startled, and quickly said: "Please wait a moment!"

He stabilized his mind, took a deep breath and said: "General, we are only waiting for survival. As long as we open the Three Realms Gate, I am willing to be a subject of Xuantang and serve Xuantang forever! As long as the general is willing to help me, I, Qin The two countries will definitely thank the whole country!"

"Thank you, let me live forever?" Shentu Ying said calmly.

Mu Yuanqing immediately said: "As long as the general is willing!"

"What's the use of longevity?" Shentu Ying asked.

Mu Yuanqing's expression froze.

"You monsters of the Qin and Han Dynasties, there are so many immortals, but you have not fallen into the current situation. If you are allowed to come in, will Xuan Tang repeat your mistakes in the future?"

"General! We can let the general get whatever he wants!" Mu Yuanqing said eagerly.

Shentu Ying looked over again: "Do you know what I want?"

Mu Yuanqing replied: "I don't know, but it is not difficult to use the power of two countries to fulfill the wish of one person."

After hearing this, Shen Tuying looked calm, grabbed another handful of bait from the basin, and sprinkled it into the pond.

"see a visitor out."

The butler came in earlier.

Mu Yuanqing couldn't help being a little anxious, but no matter how he shouted, the person sitting on the chair remained indifferent.

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Purple Orchid Hall.

Before An Yan went to Tianhou's palace, she was intercepted by Chao Jin on the only way.

In the main hall, Master Xuanyi handed An Yan something that An Yan had seen and eaten before, the red fruit.

"Real?"

"Eat it." Master Xuanyi said, "With your current cultivation base, there will be no side effects anymore. The red scorpion fruit has the effect of cleansing and rejuvenating the body. You often eat five grains and meat, and this product is good for your body."

An Yan hadn't eaten this food for some time. In the past, Master Xuanyi would take something from him every time he ate it.

And since that double cultivation, those things have never been done again.

An Yan felt that perhaps the improvement of Xuanyi's cultivation was no longer necessary.

"The real person... don't you want to get something from me again?" An Yan asked.

Master Xuanyi didn't speak, and walked aside slowly.

The hall was very quiet, Zhao Jin and Lu Kui waited outside the hall.

There is light smoke in the incense burner, and a very elegant woody aroma in the air.

An Yan looked at the red fruit in his hand thoughtfully, then opened his mouth and swallowed it into his stomach. The spiritual fruit melted in his mouth, turning into a puff of air, flowing into his limbs and bones.

As Master Xuanyi said, An Yan didn't feel any discomfort this time, on the contrary, his whole body felt extremely comfortable.

An Yan let out a long breath, and said with a smile: "If the real person has a lot of these fruits, why don't you often eat them with me."

Master Xuanyi turned his back to him not far away, An Yan naturally didn't know what she was thinking at the moment.

After a moment of silence, Master Xuanyi turned his head slightly to look at him.

"Go ahead..."

An Yan looked at her side face covered by the veil, and imagined the face inside countless times in her heart.

He cupped his hands and said, "Okay."

However, just as he turned around, he heard Master Xuanyi's voice again.

"Tonight..."

"You can stay with me."

The voice was less cold than before, more ethereal, but it made An Yan realize that it was a woman's voice, not a fairy.

An Yan was stunned for a moment, and was about to turn around to look at her, but was blown up by an invisible force, and flew out of the hall uncontrollably.

The door of the main hall closed by itself, and everything inside could no longer be seen.

"Young Master An."

"Mr. An?"

Until the voices of Zhao Jin and Lu Kui woke up An Yan, his eyes trembled, looking at the closed palace door, he couldn't help but take a step forward, and stopped in place again.

An Yan has always been wary of Master Xuanyi. He knows that the relationship between the two is just for mutual use.

But from the first scene, this female Taoist priest who is like a fairy relegated to the mortal world also made him feel awed and longed for.

Tonight...

"Mr. An?"

An Nie calmed down, and said to Chao Jin and Lu Kui beside him, "It's nothing, I should go."

However, after leaving the Purple Orchid Palace, An Yan felt a little out of control, and his mind wandered away all day.

Fortunately, there is nothing to do with it. The queen only stayed in the Fushuang Temple as usual, and went to the Royal Garden to stroll around.

While in Fuluan Hall, An Yan's pen was replaced with a saber pen.

But Tianhou didn't shy away from him in the conversation with Shentu Ying. Shen Tuying bluntly said that the monk went to him in private.

An Yan was puzzled. These monks outside the customs have hit a wall here, have they started to find solutions from others?

Maybe they will find Yu Jingtang.

"These people are really daring." Tian Hou frowned.

Shen Tuying said: "If what they say is true, it is normal for the country and the race to do everything they can."

"They are going to die, what are we doing?"

"I'm going to warn them."

Tianhou sneered and said, "No, I want to see who can't resist the temptation of longevity."

in the afternoon.

Tianhou summoned some ministers, such as Pei Shihe, Zhao Hanqin and others, to deal with some political affairs in the court.

An Yan was taking notes the whole time.

The reports of these two people are all related to the bandits in various places, and Kyushu is not peaceful.

It was already dark when we came out of Fuluan Hall.

An Yan didn't let Shi Rong see her off, but walked along the way she came by alone.

The unmanned alleyway, the high walls on both sides, the locked palace gate, until the purple orchid hall with many flowers and plants.

Walking through the quiet path, the door of the hall was open, but Zhao Jin and Lu Kui disappeared.

An Yan calmed down in front of the hall, and walked in.

The night wind blew in, making the gauze tent sway, there were no candles lit in the hall, and the room temperature was unreasonably low.

A figure was sitting on the bed. She was not wearing a Taoist robe, only plain clothes, her black hair was neatly scattered, and her veil was taken off, she just sat there quietly.

An Yan opened her eyes wide and tried hard to imprint that face into her mind. It was indeed like seeing a fairy. That face was extraordinarily beautiful, delicate, pure and bright. Her figure was very thin, but tall and straight. Tall, with a belt on the slender waist, with a nice curve.

At this time, Master Xuanyi was not so cold anymore, but felt a little weak and calm.

The main hall door closed by itself at this time, just like this morning, the difference is that he was locked outside the hall last time.

But now, he is in the same room as Master Xuanyi.

An Yan stepped over, looked at the real Xuanyi who was sitting on the bed, didn't say a word, didn't wait for her to speak, raised her delicate chin with one hand, bowed her head and kissed it.

Warm and soft, hot and humid.

During the double cultivation last time, An Yan held her hand and felt the coolness, and the temperature in this hall was also low, so she thought that Master Xuanyi's whole body was cold.

But at this moment, she is the only warmth in this cold space.

An Yan threw her down on the bed, but she suddenly put her hands on An Yan's chest.

"Anyan." Daoist Xuanyi suddenly called his name, the number of times she called these two words can be counted on the fingers of one's fingers.

"Real..."

Master Xuanyi turned his gaze away from An Yan, and looked up at the hall.

She seldom sleeps peacefully on weekdays, so she really didn't pay much attention to the feeling of this bed, but now lying on it, she just felt endlessly tired.

"You and I are not masters and apprentices, nor are we friends. This one night is just a part of our practice..."

An Yan smiled softly: "The real person is like a fairy in my heart, why did he suddenly seem to be moved tonight?"

Master Xuanyi closed his eyes, and his chest rose and fell.

"Then let me ask you... Would you like to be by my side in this life, no matter what I do or where I am."

"Could the real person have forgotten that I'm already engaged?"

"That wife of yours will be born, grow old, get sick and die, but you and I won't live forever, it's too lonely..."

"..."

An Yan reached out and stroked her face gently.

"I belong to the real person tonight, does the real person tonight belong to me?"

"I hand over tomorrow's real person to the real person, how will the real person treat me tomorrow?"

Master Xuanyi's breathing gradually became calm, An Yan lowered his head again, and kissed her lightly on the lips.

"The real person is really a fairy. At that moment just now, I really thought that the real person moved my heart for me."

Master Xuanyi opened his eyes, and looked directly at her with quiet eyes, which seemed to be the same as before, making An Yan stop talking.

"An Yan, don't say any more tonight."

An Yan went to grab her hand, and found that her five fingers were lightly gripped, so she broke into her palm little by little, and clasped tightly with her.

The night is like water, and like waves.

(End of this chapter)