Transmigrated into the daughter of the prime minister, and thrived in space

Yu Xiaomo tapped his fingers lightly, and drops of blood dripped onto the brocade handkerchief. The handkerchief suddenly flew out of the window and fluttered in the sunlight.

Golden sunlight sprinkled on it, and the blood beads emitted a red halo... After a moment, several lines of blood words appeared on it.

An Yan recovered and was walking in the yard when she saw it. She was filled with surprise.

Following Yu Xiaomo's luck, the brocade handkerchief flew back into the house.

Several people were shocked when they saw the lines of blood words.

When the old witch king was dying, he used up his last bit of strength to write a blood letter, and then used witchcraft to hide it.

"This...?" Yu Xiaoqiao asked curiously as he looked at the lines of incomprehensible blood words written by the witch clan.

Yu Xiaomo was about to speak, but Si Wenming pulled him back and shook his head slightly.

Yu Xiaoqiao glanced at the delicate shadow outside the window, "Sister An, are you outside?"

"Yes, I was taking a walk in the yard and saw something fly in, so I came over to take a look." A delicate voice came.

Yu Xiaoqiao smiled and said, "Xiao Mo has just learned a magic trick. Sister An, come in and take a look?"

"Oh, no." An Yan smiled awkwardly and replied tactfully.

Yu Xiaomo stared at the bloody words and pondered for a while. When he saw the person walking away, he whispered, "Sister, it's a technique. The technique to retrieve the Rakshasa Ring."

"Then you should practice hard." Yu Xiaoqiao instructed.

Yu Xiaomo nodded, stuffed the handkerchief into his arms, and left the house.

"You don't trust Anyan?" Yu Xiaoqiao took Si Wenming's hand and looked at him.

Si Wenming shook his head, "...some things have not been sorted out. Trust, there is no need to tell everything. Besides, the birthday is coming soon, we...can't afford to fail."

"If Feng Mu Sheng is really reborn, this time he will be in great danger." Yu Xiaoqiao snuggled into Si Wenming's arms and rested her head lightly on his shoulder.

Si Wenming took her hand and kissed her gently. "As the moon waxes, it wanes; as the water overflows, it overflows. Even if we knew what would happen, it might not be a good thing. Sometimes, knowing too much can affect our judgment."

"Well, let's stay calm, take the guesswork as established facts and reverse analyze what Feng Mucheng and Li Mochen might do. Then we can become the foresight." Yu Xiaoqiao analyzed.

Si Wenming frowned deeply, and suddenly remembered the incident in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers. "Bai Sangruo, Senior Sister Si Fangfang, I have met her twice before. She looked weak and indifferent to the world. But when I saw her again today, I felt something was wrong."

"Could it be that you have become more charming and attractive?" Yu Xiaoqiao picked up a strand of his hair, twisted it between her fingers, and said casually.

Si Wenming was startled, "Yes, she is more charming and attractive!"

"How so charming?" Yu Xiaoqiao put her arms around his neck and said threateningly.

Si Wenming snickered, "Are you jealous?"

"Hurry up and tell me! I want to see who the person Young Master Si described as charming and attractive is." Yu Xiaoqiao grabbed his neck and said through gritted teeth.

Si Wenming pretended that she was about to be strangled to death and cried for help, "Murder - my husband!" After that, she fell on Xiao Qiao and did not move.

Yu Xiaoqiao let him pretend, gently supporting his back, her hands secretly reaching for his armpits.

"Quick! If you don't say anything, drag him out and behead him!"

Si Wenming smiled and said, "The problem is - more charming and attractive!"

Yu Xiaoqiao rolled her eyes and pouted, ignoring him.

Si Wenming said slowly, "How could a woman's eyes be red and swollen from crying, but her face be rosy and pink?"

"Red and swollen, that's because she's crying in front of everyone. Peach blossoms, of course, are painted for her lover... women dress up to please themselves! Could it be that she did it?" Yu Xiaoqiao stood up suddenly, wondering.

Si Wenming's brows were furrowed, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, "That makes sense! I'll ask Fang Fang to pay attention. Are you tired? You can only get out of bed today, don't be too tired, lie down and rest for a while."

"Hmm!" Yu Xiaoqiao yawned, huddled back on the bed, and fell asleep.

After she fell asleep, Si Wenming went out to do some work.

Before going out, I saw Lao Mu circling around a pile of medicinal herbs from afar.

Northern Frontier Palace.

All the court officials were busy preparing for the birthday of the Witch King, but Feng Mucheng seemed not to care. He didn't care about how to decorate it, how many days to celebrate, what programs to arrange... He didn't care at all.

He treated it as a formidable enemy and strengthened the guard. He screened the people who attended the birthday party again and again and strictly controlled the number of people.

Inside the hall, the lights were off, leaving only the bright moonlight.

Feng Musheng closed his eyes slightly, clenched his fist with one hand, supported his forehead, and sat in front of the desk.

Qing Lingping stood at the palace gate, looking into the distance.

"Do you think I can have a good birthday?" He looked as lonely as an old man, with sadness unconcealed in his eyes.

Qing Lingping slowly approached and poured a cup of tea in the moonlight. "The birthday of the Witch King must be celebrated well. Envoys from various countries have arrived in Northern Frontier. The Second Prince of Daxin, Li Mochen, the Second Prince of Qi, Qi Tianyi, the Third Prince of Yan, Dai Zihan, and... all are here! This shows that the current status of Northern Frontier is something that no one dares to underestimate."

"They... huh, are just a bunch of weasels. Each of them has their own thoughts." Feng Musheng did not relax because of her words. Instead, he felt even heavier.

A gust of east wind blew, and the papers and silks on the table were blown up, and some pieces fell to the ground.

Qing Lingping walked to the window, raised her foot to close it, then turned around and picked up the paper.

The faint moonlight falls on the paper.

Live to the death!

Every piece of paper is filled with these four words.

Qing Lingping was shocked by what she saw and her throat shuddered. Even in the darkness, there was a faint smile on her lips.

She placed the paper on the table calmly and gracefully.

Feng Musheng's expression became more serious, "Are you scared?"

"How could that be? You always think of danger in times of peace and win battles thousands of miles away. I have been by your side for many years, and although my progress has been slow, I have also seen that you are wise and brave, and you can foresee things like a god! I, the maid, admire you so much that I can't say enough." Qing Lingping took a step back, bowed and stood beside her, and told the story slowly.

Feng Musheng pulled a bitter smile at the corner of his lips and looked out the window, "Predicting things like a god? Humph! But it's just the price of death."

"It's late at night, Your Majesty, it's time to rest." Qing Lingping followed his gaze, her voice gentle and concerned.

But in my heart, I kept thinking about his words - it's just the price of death.

Feng Mucheng suddenly turned his head, stared at her, and said meaningfully: "It's time to rest. Some things need to be seen with your own eyes. You can't understand them by thinking about them."

"Nothing escapes your discerning eyes." Qing Lingping said in a calm voice.

Feng Musheng curved his eyebrows and forced a smile, "Really?"

Qing Lingping looked up to meet his gaze, smiled and nodded, then helped him out of the hall.