Quick Wear: She is the White Moonlight

"Thank you." Xiao Fuci thanked sincerely after getting what he wanted.

Qi Ji just nodded and said, "Leave the cleanup to you. I'll go check on Yue Bai."

After all, Qi Ji was still worried about Shanhu. However, when he came to Yuebai's residence again, he found that Shanhu had turned into his original form and was sitting obediently in Yuebai's room as a decoration.

Seeing Qi Ji appear, Coral transformed into a human form and went out with him.

"Your Majesty, I am willing to be used as medicine." The woman kneeling on the ground looked as if she was really willing.

Qi Ji did not dare to let his guard down at all: "You'd better be serious, otherwise you know my methods."

"Your Majesty, Miss Ji promised me that she would take me into the painting and reshape my body. I don't have to be Coral anymore, and I don't have to hide from place to place anymore." Coral knew that Qi Ji would not believe it, so she explained.

Qi Ji seemed relieved at this: "I'm glad you understand, we won't treat you unfairly.

The last ice lotus will be ready in half a month. You can ask Yuebai to prepare it for you. "

"Yes."

Their conversation was fully visible to the moonlight in the attic. His jade-like fingers boredly stroked the wooden patterns by the window and he murmured softly, "Half a month, that's enough."

[Bai Hu, please deal with the Xiao family quickly. I need Xiao Fuci to be present.]

【Yes, Miss.】

Baihu, who was on the road with Xiao Fuci, was originally dozing off in the carriage, but suddenly opened his eyes.

Xiao Fuci naturally noticed Baihu's abnormality and asked, "What's wrong?"

"Go east, five miles." Baihu pointed the way, and naturally the coachman outside immediately changed direction.

When they arrived, they found a small courtyard and heard faint sounds of fighting inside. Xiao Fuci touched the soft sword at his waist and ordered the people he brought with him to prepare to meet the enemy.

After entering the yard, he found that they were indeed the Xiao family's assassins. Everyone inside was using moves that Xiao Fuci was very familiar with. They were besieging a person in the middle. There were also some guards next to that person, and they were fighting evenly with the assassins. That person also had a weapon, but it seemed that the person being besieged paid more attention to the box in his arms than to escaping.

No one knows the strength of the Xiao family's assassins better than Xiao Fuci, so what is the origin of this person? But now is not the time to think about these things. The enemy of my enemy is my friend. I can ask him about it after rescuing the person.

He drew his sword and joined the battle, killing several assassins along the way. When he reached the man in the middle, he found that this man looked familiar. The people who were also besieged also looked at Xiao Fuci with complicated expressions, obviously recognizing him.

Xiao Fuci was concentrating on dealing with the assassins and didn't look at him seriously. Seeing him holding the box with his hands and feet tied, he advised: "Sir, you should cherish your life while you are in this world. Everything else is just external things."

Unexpectedly, after hearing this, the gentleman put the box in his hand directly into Xiao Fuci's hand: "Boy, help me hold it."

Before Xiao Fuci could react, the thing was stuffed into his hand, and then the man rushed in and started beating him violently. The more Xiao Fuci looked, the more familiar he looked, as if he had seen him somewhere.

After that man killed all the assassins with his last sword, his men went to clean up the battlefield. Then he walked towards Xiao Fuci, patted him on the shoulder skillfully and took the box back.

While Xiao Fuci was still wondering who this person was, the man spoke up: "Boy, why don't you recognize your father-in-law now?"

After he said this, Xiao Fuci looked at him carefully. The only one who could be said to be his father-in-law was the head of the Ji family, but the head of the Ji family was still in Huai'an.

It seems that he disappeared in the fire more than ten years ago, and even the emperor's mausoleum only contains the late emperor in his dragon robe. The shadow of the late emperor can indeed be seen in this gentleman's brow, but he has aged a lot in the past ten years.

The old man, who obviously recognized him, grabbed Xiao Fuci as he was about to salute him and said, "Come on, let's talk inside."

After entering the house with the old gentleman, Xiao Fuci looked around the environment, the quiet and elegant wooden house. The old gentleman told them to sit anywhere.

He just walked inside, put down the box in his hand, took out a piece of silk and wiped it carefully, as if what he held in his hand was not a lifeless wooden box but his lover.

"I know you are full of doubts, but I really don't want to be the emperor anymore. That time I just took the opportunity to escape and get rid of that burden.

Although I have heard about you in the countryside over the years, Xiao Xiang's reputation has spread all over the country."

"Your Majesty, please don't make fun of me..." Xiao Fuci was trying to make excuses.

The old gentleman waved his hand to stop him from speaking: "No need to call me Your Majesty, the past is written off, I am just a country bumpkin now."

Xiao Fuci bowed and said, "Yes, sir."

Then the old man put down the box, looked at Xiao Fuci who was hesitant to speak, and said, "I know you want to ask a lot of questions."

"Why would the Xiao family hunt you down?" Because in Xiao Fuci's opinion, the late emperor had already withdrawn and would not be a hindrance to the Xiao family, and he really couldn't figure out why this was happening.

"For the sacred tree."

Xiao Fuci was shocked: "Is it the sacred tree of the Ji family?"

He had always known that there was such a thing. This was what the Xiao family wanted, and they even used him as a chess piece from the very beginning. He thought the Xiao family had already obtained it, but in the end, it was all in vain.

"Yes," the old gentleman replied, and then opened the box he had just wiped carefully. Inside was a rolled-up scroll, and the sacred tree was lying quietly on the side. Xiao Fuci reached out to take it.

But he was avoided, "Xun'er is here."

"Looking for your wife?"

While Xiao Fuci was puzzled, the old gentleman unfolded the scroll and the woman in the painting was indeed Mrs. Xun.

"Yuebai gave it to me to gather souls for Madam Xun."

Suddenly Xiao Fuci spat out a mouthful of blood, then laughed: "No wonder the Ji family said they couldn't find her. No wonder the painted demon wasn't her. It turns out she didn't want to stay here at all."

Seeing Xiao Fuci lose his composure, the old man quickly supported him and asked, "What's wrong?"

Xiao Fuci pushed away his hand that was supporting him and said, "Please tell me what happened back then, sir."