Before the house is confiscated, the enemy's warehouse is emptied and exiled

As the relics were unfolded one by one, her mother's voice, smile and appearance appeared before her eyes again, and her father's figure was also intertwined.

She seemed to have returned to her innocent girlhood, where her family was happy and her life was filled with laughter.

Gradually, crystal tears slid down Shen Qingge's cheeks, wetting her clothes.

It is really true that "things have changed, people have changed, everything is over, and tears come before words can be spoken"!

She tried her best to control her emotions, repeating to herself that business was more important, until she found an extremely simple ring.

The ring's clasp seemed to be made of brass, and on the setting was a dull, ordinary raw stone. She had never seen her mother wear this ring.

She wanted to put the ring back to its place, but accidentally cut her finger with the rough edge of the ring. Scarlet blood dripped down, staining the ring bright red.

And the moment the ring came into contact with her blood, something dramatic happened.

The originally plain ring instantly shed its plain shell, the buckle lost its layer of khaki color and turned into fine iron, and the original stone on the ring setting was no longer dull, but burst out with colorful light.

How is this going?

Her intuition told her that this was definitely not an ordinary ring.

As she got closer to the truth, Shen Qingge's uneasiness grew stronger. She gripped the ring tightly, as if trying to melt it into her palm.

Then she summoned the Water Qilin and slowly opened her palms in front of it.

At this time, the outer shell of the ring has completely faded, revealing the true appearance of the ring, which is shining and glittering.

The Water Qilin observed intently for a moment, then injected a stream of water into the ring. However, the water stream was unable to pour onto the ring, instead forming a ring around the ring, splashing water everywhere.

Shui Qilin immediately understood and said calmly, "This is the token of the Saint of Xiyue Country—the Seven Treasures Glazed Ring, and you, with your virgin blood, successfully activated it!"

When Shen Qingge heard this, the hand holding the ring trembled involuntarily. She closed her eyes tightly and let the tears slide down her cheeks.

Could this be the answer she has been looking for?

Today she finally uncovered the mystery of her mother's life experience and finally knew the source of her unique bloodline.

However, she did not feel as relaxed as she had imagined.

The water qilin beside her looked at her quietly without saying a word. It knew very well that this news was too sudden for its master and she needed time to slowly accept it.

It would rather choose to remain silent and guard silently, letting its owner face the inner turmoil alone.

……

It was a late moonlit night, the cold wind was howling, and the chill was biting.

Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, the air was bleak and cold.

Xiao Heng was lying on his side on the bed, curled up in pain.

The water bag next to the pillow was empty, with only one or two drops of water occasionally dripping from the opening of the bag.

It seems that tonight will be another difficult sleepless night.

Xiao Heng coughed twice and thought to himself.

He had finished taking the medicine and drinking the blood ganoderma water given by Miss Shen. Now, no matter how much pain he felt, he could only endure it.

At this time, Yun Yi came outside the tent uninvited.

However, unlike before, tonight, he was followed by several other secret guards.

These secret guards were covered in dust and looked like they were rushing here from far away.

They all lowered their heads, and the leader and Yun Yi exchanged glances, seeming to want to say something but stopping themselves.

Xiao Heng, who sensed something strange, still didn't turn around. He pretended to be lazy and said:

"Have Cangyu and the others returned? Feel free to tell me what you found out!"

Cangyu, the leader, uttered a soft "Ai" and, ignoring Yunyi's attempts to stop him, clasped his hands together and knelt on one knee.

"That's right, my lord, our subordinates are back!"

"Oh... you must be tired from the journey. Are you okay?"

Xiao Heng turned around with some difficulty, supported himself with his arms, and sat up.

"It's...it's okay! Thank you for your concern, my Lord! It's just...it's just..."

"I've already said it, but it doesn't matter!"

Seeing him shrinking timidly, Xiao Heng couldn't help but frown.

"Okay, I'll tell you! My Lord, after much investigation, I've learned that the Southern Moon Nation's Saintess, Feng Yao, is not missing, but has passed away six or seven years ago.

And...and..."

As Cangyu spoke, he kept staring at Xiao Heng and was speechless for a long time.

"Well, your Majesty will know it sooner or later. Besides, the Nanyue Kingdom was destroyed more than ten years ago, and the royal descendants have not succeeded in restoring the country.

Therefore, the Feng family no longer has a saint. And the Blue Luan Flower has long since disappeared from the people. I have been searching for it!"

Cangnan on the side interrupted.

In an instant, the entire tent was silent and you could hear a pin drop.

All the secret guards looked at Xiao Heng in unison, fearing that something was wrong with him.

But Xiao Heng just remained silent for a while, and then asked Yun Yi to bring a cup of tea.

He raised the cup with one hand and drank the tea in one gulp. Steam rose from the cup and he looked unusually calm.

"This king has long said that everything is predestined. If I succeed, I am lucky; if I fail, it is my fate!

You have come a long way for me, you must be tired. Go down and rest early!"

"My lord..."

Cangyu wanted to say something, but saw Xiao Heng waving his hand, so he had to swallow the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He bowed respectfully to Xiao Heng and left the tent with several other secret guards.

At this time, only Xiao Heng and Yun Yi were left in the tent.

Who would have thought that Yun Yi, a tall and strong man, would be secretly wiping away tears.

Xiao Heng couldn't help but sneered: "Yun Yi, why are you crying when I'm not sitting here properly?

As the head of the secret guards and a martial artist, how can you imitate those girls in the boudoir and cry like that? "

Yun Yi became furious when he heard this:

"Master, what do you know? It's written in the books that men don't shed tears easily, but only when they're heartbroken! Aren't I just feeling sorry for you?"

"What's there to be sad about? I've asked everything I should have asked and looked for everything I should have looked for. It's just that God didn't bless me!"

As soon as Xiao Heng finished speaking, he heard a clear female voice breaking through the air.

"Who says God doesn't bless you? As a prince, you should say that my fate is in my own hands!"

Then, Shen Qingge appeared in the tent. He was still as heroic as ever, but his eyes were a little blurry, as if he had just cried.

When Yun Yi saw who was coming, he was a little angry at first. After all, he felt that the prince's condition had worsened this time because of Shen Qingge.

But the next moment, he recalled what Shen Qingge had just said, and a glimmer of hope appeared in his eyes again.

He immediately rushed forward and asked anxiously:

"Madam Shen, it seems that you have heard the general idea of ​​the conversation in the tent just now!

From what you said, you have a way to save the prince?"

Shen Qingge nodded, but her eyes never left Xiao Heng.

She said calmly: "I have a way, but Yun Yi, I will only talk to your prince alone!"