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

"When we were little, you always helped me out. Now, you return the favor. It's fair!" Si Wenming leaned back on the bed with a faint smile on his lips.

Li Lingyan handed the apple to Si Wenming, still in shock, "You used yourself as bait and walked into the tiger's den. You didn't get any evidence of Li Mochen's connection with Beijiang, but you almost became the fish food and the tiger's meal!"

"I was careless. I didn't expect Kunya's magical power to be far beyond what we had obtained through intelligence. The Qiankun Cauldron and the Rakshasa Ring were even more unexpected!" Si Wenming said slowly, still with lingering fears.

Li Lingyan sighed, "Fortunately, you changed Xiao Qiao's birth date and the information from Kunya was wrong. Otherwise... I would be worried to death or scared to death!"

"But today, the people downstairs reported that Kunya went to the palace to secretly retrieve secret files in order to prevent the intelligence from being false. Then he should have got the correct date of birth. Why..." Si Wenming rubbed his eyebrows lightly and said in a deep voice.

"Strange! Could it be that Xiao Qiao has a special body that can resist the Heart-Eating Butterfly... and Yu Xiaomo can actually defeat the Qiankun Cauldron and the Rakshasa Ring."

"Rumor has it that the Raksha Ring and the Raksha Ring were originally one and the other is called the Raksha Ring. It is not only a token of inheritance for successive witch kings, but also the supreme magical tool of the witch clan. Seventeen years ago, the old witch king passed away, and the Raksha Ring disappeared. Therefore, although Feng Musheng is in charge of the Northern Frontier, he is still the Acting Witch King and has not yet been conferred a title."

Si Wenming's pupils shrank, and he held up the apple with a bite taken out of it and said quietly.

Li Lingyan curled his lips and said with a smile: "Yu Xiaomo can actually control it, it's really not easy!"

Si Wenming closed his eyes slightly, leaned against the head of the bed, and said softly, "The storm is coming."

……

Yu Xiaoqiao retracted her gaze, took out the small tripod and the ring buckle, and compared them carefully.

Suddenly, as if he thought of something, he grabbed the two and ran straight to Yu Wenrui's study.

Yu Wenrui was practicing calligraphy at his desk. He was wearing a silver-gray home suit, which looked very plain under the candlelight.

Yu Wenrui paused for a moment while holding the wolf-brush brush. "What's the matter?"

"Dad, have you ever seen the Xiao Yu Ding?" Yu Xiaoqiao hesitated for a moment, slowly walked to the table, placed the ring buckle and the Xiao Yu Ding on the table, and asked in a low voice.

Yu Wenrui glanced at the small tripod, his expression slightly startled. After finishing writing, he picked up the small tripod and examined it carefully, saying, "Is it from the Xu family in Liuzhou?"

"Look, the pattern on the body of the tripod is consistent with the pattern on the inside of the ring buckle, both are blue eucalyptus patterns. The small Yu Ding... is it related to my mother?" Yu Xiaoqiao said "hmm" and asked slowly.

Yu Wenrui's hands trembled slightly, and a hint of subtle surprise flashed in his eyes. He said in a deep voice: "Blue Eucalyptus Garden, it just happens to be a blue eucalyptus forest. How can it be related to your mother?"

"Is it a coincidence that the Blue Eucalyptus Garden has a blue eucalyptus forest, or is it called the Blue Eucalyptus Garden because of the blue eucalyptus forest? The ring buckle was a relic of my mother's, and my father cherished it very much, which shows that it is not ordinary. The blue eucalyptus pattern on the inside must have been carefully engraved. Such a meaningful pattern appears on the body of the small bowl tripod, which is enough to associate it with my mother in some way?"

Yu Xiaoqiao's brows suddenly tightened and she asked in surprise.

The corner of Yu Wenrui's lips trembled slightly, and although it was only for a moment, it was clearly seen by Yu Xiaoqiao.

After a while, Yu Wenrui pretended to be calm and said, "Qiao'er, your father has never seen it. Don't think too much about it. It's not good to worry too much!"

After Yu Xiaoqiao left, Yu Wenrui stared at the square inkstone on the desk. After a while, he pressed the groove on the wall of the study.

The wall of the study slowly opened, revealing a secret room.

Yu Wenrui stood in front of the picture of a beauty on the wall of the secret room and stared at it for a long time.

But the person in the painting has willow-like eyebrows, eyes full of autumn water, and a faint smile. Her eyebrows and eyes are somewhat similar to Yu Xiaoqiao.

Yu Xiaoqiao walked out of the study dejectedly and went to Yu Xiaomo's room.

He was still in a coma, mumbling constantly, but it was hard to hear clearly. It sounded like a spell or a formula.

Yu Xiaoqiao put his hands, which were outside, under the quilt, but he grabbed them with his backhand and called out, "Sister! Sister!"

Suddenly, his hands came out from the quilt, he gestured in the air, and with a light pointing, blue flames emerged from his fingertips.

Yu Xiaoqiao was so frightened that she quickly took a handkerchief to put out the fire.

The flame on the fingertips of his right hand was just extinguished, and his left hand was waving in front of Yu Xiaoqiao again. He watched a thin jade pot with a twig pattern on the table flying in the air along the arc drawn by his fingers.

Yu Xiaoqiao's heart followed the jade pot up and down, left and right, until she firmly grasped it, and her heart finally settled down.

Yu Xiaoqiao swept away everything on the table like autumn wind sweeping away fallen leaves.

He patted his chest, took a long breath, and sighed secretly: If Lao Mu saw you destroying antiques like this, he would jump over and bite you.

Yu Xiaomo was still sleeping, and Yu Xiaoqiao looked at him, with doubts in her heart.

Who are you?

Why was he able to knock down the Qiankun Cauldron and put it into the Rakshasa Ring?

Two days later, it was a dark and windy night in a cemetery outside Beijing.

The light in the tomb was dim, with only a few faint candlelights flickering.

A pair of slender fingers lightly touched the coffin, and a beam of yellow light emanated from the palm of his hand and shot into Kunya's body, whose face looked as pale as death.

Xiao Lingzi sat in front of the stone steps, brows furrowed, staring at the coffin quietly, thinking about the conversation between his master and the Acting Witch King that he had accidentally overheard.

Acting Wizard King Feng Musheng looked out the window, touched the ring on his finger, and said faintly: "Your wizard power failed in Liuzhou, which is probably related to the Rakshasa Ring. Only the Rakshasa Ring can strangle the wizard power of the Northern Frontier wizards."

"Rakshasa Ring?" Kunya asked curiously, his brown eyes flashing with a deep light.

The Acting Witch King had a solemn expression, with an inexplicable gleam in his eyes. "Seventeen years ago, the old Witch King died tragically in the border war, leaving only this Rakshasa Ring to me. The Rakshasa Ring is nowhere to be found."

He took off the Rakshasa Ring and handed it to Kunya, "I have cast a spell on it, it will definitely be able to restrain the Rakshasa Ring. Make sure to bring the Rakshasa Ring back!"

"Who is so powerful? He actually defeated the Heart-Eating Butterfly and took the Qiankun Cauldron." The man in black stood beside the coffin, his calm voice mixed with a hint of hostility.

Xiao Lingzi slowly raised his head, his expression full of confusion, "I don't know who killed the Heart Devouring Butterfly, but the Qiankun Cauldron was taken away by Yu Xiaomo... No, to be precise, it was taken away by the Rakshasa Ring."

"Rakshasa Ring? Rakshasa Ring!" The man's fingers trembled and he asked in surprise.

Xiao Lingzi nodded.

The man pursed his lips, a hint of cunning appeared on his face, and his cold jaw pulled out a chill. He said in a deep voice: "Kunya will wake up tomorrow, you guys go back! Rakshasa Ring... I will find a way."

The man stepped out of the tomb and ran towards the Forbidden City.

Kunning Palace.

"Are you feeling better?" The emperor asked with concern, leaning back in the armchair and eating the orange slices handed to him by the queen.

Li Lingyan wanted to stand up but was stopped by the emperor.

He sat back on the couch, leaned forward and said, "I'm fine now. Thank you, Father and Mother, for your concern. It's my fault."

"Is your life better?" The queen glanced at the emperor, handed him a few orange slices, and said softly.

The emperor coughed lightly twice without looking at Li Lingyan. When he heard him say, "I'm much better, there's nothing serious," his brows relaxed instantly, the smile on his lips deepened, and he said softly.

"Yesterday, your aunt asked about him. It's good that he's well... You guys have been delayed for a few days. Come to class as soon as you're well, otherwise it will seem that Daxin is negligent, which is really inappropriate. I ordered the study to block the news and only tell Master Xiao that I arranged for you to go out of the city to do business. Remember to explain it well, don't say it's wrong."

The queen smiled brightly, stood up and handed a plate of peeled oranges to Li Lingyan, whispering, "Don't be anxious, it's more important to take good care of yourself."

The emperor glanced at the queen and said with a smile, "You are too short!"

The queen stuffed an orange petal into the emperor's mouth and said, "Love the crows and the crows too. I learned this from you, Your Majesty."