Miss Fortune: Is the regent ready for today?

"Is it Yin Luozi? Why is Yin Luozi here?"

"Yeah, I haven't heard any news about it. Are you coming to Pingdu to participate in the martial arts sword competition?"

"Can you still use a sword?"

"..."

Seeing that he had become the center of attention in the arena and was being watched by those people, Yin Luo frowned in embarrassment with some slight impatience. He forced himself to keep a calm smile on his face and reached out his hand to take the bag with lightning speed. Mulun left a sound and hugged him in his arms, and then his eyes signaled Chi Linjing to take the unconscious Nie Renxi away.

She eagerly escaped from the noisy people and stepped across the stage, but paused when she stepped on something. The sound under her feet was a little strange, as if the board was loose.

"What's wrong?" Chi Linjing asked, dragging Nie Renxi beside her.

Yin Luo, who stopped where he was, looked sideways at him, his eyes clear and clear, and he just said: "Maybe, I know what is going on."

Ever since Wan Ruotan said that he wanted Ming Zhidu to send people to blow up the Sword Trial Inn, Ming Zhidu's words have obviously become less frequent. He may feel that he needs to redefine the Hongying Marquis in front of him. After all, there are few normal people in the world. The purple-robed young man in front of him, who behaves strangely, speaks sharply and goes crazy from time to time, may not be among the normal people. within. Or maybe he thinks that Wan Ruotan is really outrageous, and is afraid that if he talks too much, he will make Wan Ruotan as angry as he was last night.

If he is more furious than furious, maybe the Sword Trial Inn has not been bombed yet, and Mingzhidu has been bombed by him...

Seeing that Ming Zhidu was silent, Wan Ruotan frowned and asked again: "Isn't this Pingying Ban the person you found?"

Ming Zhidu came back to his senses and subconsciously turned the finger on his thumb, "No. I have no interaction with this troupe. Lord Marquis, please don't forget that the troupe was singing in Beijing on the day when the Qilin wood in Daliang was lost. But I was in the East China Sea at that time and knew nothing about it, but when I looked for it later, I found it now."

Wan Ruotan clearly didn't believe his words. The purple-robed young man frowned slightly, and his casual words seemed to be taunting others: "Even if the prince has found the unicorn wood, he will not tell me about it. This explanation is not tenable at all. "

"Why are you joking again, Lord Marquis? Qilin wood is the most precious treasure of Daliang. If it is already in my hands, why do I still stand still now?" Ming Zhidu in the chariot lowered his eyes, his eyes were deep and dizzy, "I am planning I have been waiting for more than ten years. I just want to find the unicorn tree and let the wind blow from the East China Sea to Shangjing. I, the king, will ride on the wind and fly ninety thousand miles away."

Wan Ruotan clapped his hands twice without sincerity, and said casually: "You are indeed ambitious." As he spoke, he leaned back on the wooden railing, crossed his arms and faced the golden chariot, still He had a lazy posture, but his expression was a little more arrogant, "But I don't believe that the unicorn wood can determine anything. It is always a dead thing. If it is true as what you Daliang said in the rumors, the unicorn wood can't decide anything." He is the chosen emperor, and the one who can protect the Qilin Wood should be the royal family. The Qilin Wood has been lost for so long, why hasn’t the Ninth Five-Year Master on the high seat in the capital fallen?"

When he said this, he raised his right index finger and twisted it twice in the air, "My lord, please don't attribute this to your standing still. I am just discussing the matter. If the rumors were really so evil, whoever is in the hands of the Kirin wood now would have long ago Became the emperor." Ming Zhidu laughed and didn't care about Wan Ruotan's sarcastic denial. After laughing, he just replied quietly: "Hongyinghou's words are reasonable. This unicorn wood cannot decide anything, but The things inside the unicorn wood can," he paused, raised his voice in suspense, and continued: "Determine whether a person lives or dies."

"For people in high positions, life is extremely precious. There is only one Resurrection Pill in the world. Has Hongyinghou ever heard of it?"

Wan Ruotan squinted his eyes, raised his head and looked down at the chariot, and through the dark gauze, the figure of King Yuan Jin was outlined in his pupils.

"Resurrection Pill? The legendary elixir that is said to be able to cure all poisons, the living dead, and flesh and bones? Is it in Qilin Wood?"

"Yes. It is said that Lao Jianguo, who went to Tianjian, traveled everywhere with this unicorn wood, absorbing the dragon energy from all over the place. After several refinings, he made the resurrection pill, which was sealed in the heart of Mu Qilin. Therefore, unicorn wood It has just been awarded the title of Daliang Treasure, but few people know this news. Most others think that that small piece of golden wood can represent the imperial power of Daliang, which is really ridiculous."

"My lord, are you sick?" Wan Ruotan didn't care whether his words would bring psychological shock to Ming Zhidu again.

Simply, Ming Zhidu has always been good at forbearance and has superb understanding ability. He quickly understood what Wan Ruotan wanted to express, and explained with a slight cough: "My body is still strong. After all, I haven't got what I want, and I can't bear it. Death. But no matter how tough a person is, he can't withstand the disaster that comes from the gods. If he holds the resurrection pill in his hand first, wouldn't it save him a lot of trouble? What's more, all the wonderful things in this world, This king was born to take a share of the pie, so isn’t it fun to compete?”

Wan Ruotan snorted softly, but then heard Ming Zhidu say: "The person that the Marquis values ​​the most has been ill recently? My spies in Beiliao sent back news that her body is like a red plum covered with snow. Is it possible? See you in Haruhi. What? Is the Marquis also interested in the Resurrection Pill? If the Marquis is interested, why not join forces with me to find this Kirin Wood, and then you and I will share the Resurrection Pill equally, each taking half a pill."

Autumn is gradually approaching in Pingdu before our eyes, and the heat brought by summer has been reduced by half. The sea breeze blowing from the east brings coolness, but it cannot blow away the mournful cry of the old cicada.

Even though Wan Ruotan was on the fourth floor of the inn, the urgent and hoarse chirping of cicadas still floated into his ears from the woods in the backyard of the inn, faintly distant and near.

The air was filled with the fragrance of the big whirling leaves. He took a few deep breaths, and his irritable heart surprisingly calmed down. After a long time, he asked aloud: "This rejuvenation pill is really as magical as the rumors say? It can revive the dead and flesh. Bones?"

Ming Zhidu saw that the arrogance on the face of the young man in purple robe who was leaning in front of the wooden fence faded little by little. The originally playful phoenix eyes were now full of seriousness, and even the corner of his mouth that always smiled sideways was drooping, which was obviously really moving. Thoughts.

He stopped doing Tai Chi and kept saying: "The elixirs refined by God all have wonderful features. Even if there are exaggerations in the rumors, they are not exaggerated too much. Even if they cannot live the dead or have white bones, they are It can definitely be used to hang someone’s life.”

However, Wan Ruotan's serious expression did not last long. After listening to Ming Zhidu's words, he nodded thoughtfully, the corners of his mouth naturally raised, and said as if watching a good show: "Interesting. Then do what the prince said. , if we find the unicorn wood, the elixir will be half as much as mine." He stroked the purple lion's hair casually, and added with a smile: "Maybe we can feed it to this treasure, and it will live again. Twenty to thirty years. As for the rest, just do what you said last night, I have no objection." (End of Chapter)