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Liu Wuhe looked at Qing Huan's froze expression, and pretended to laugh relaxedly: "Girl, don't be nervous. Although there are not many people with cinnabar between their eyebrows in this world, you are not the only one. Besides, it all happened 14 years ago." I can't remember clearly, and I was very scared at the time, and I can't rule out the possibility that I'm watching the difference."

Qing Huan lowered her head, remembering the overt and implicit meaning of Miao Shan's words, and kept emphasizing her relationship with Concubine Si's tomb.She suddenly had a premonition that she didn't want to, as if a big rock was pressing on her heart, and she couldn't breathe.There was a thought hidden in her mind, ready to come out, but she didn't dare to confirm it. She had to verify it herself before she could be sure.

"Later Burning Heaven Clan found out that it was the Gangshan Sect who stole Lingqiushan's tomb. Since then, Burning Heaven and the Gangshan Sect have forged an alliance. Therefore, the Gangshan Sect has been looking for an alliance that can deal with Burning Heaven Clan together over the years. Cheng Zhuming and us A few are just a small branch that went out to form an alliance. It is ridiculous to say that because of the tomb that even the main room could not be reached back then, the Handing Mountain Sect was forced by Burning Sky in recent years... The sect's power is getting weaker and weaker , the income is not good... So those who participated in the robbery of Lingqiu Shan's tomb were not favored by the head of the sect, and I was also a respectable person in the sect, but now I have been demoted to a subordinate of a junior." Liu Wuhe laughed at himself sneer.

"Senior, may I ask, if I want to enter Concubine Si's tomb now, where should I enter?" Qing Huan carefully looked at Liu Wuhe's thin face.

"You?...Little girl, it's not that I look down on you, it's just that when we went in with more than [-] young men who were professional tomb explorers, we couldn't find anything. You alone, I'm afraid you can't even break through the maze outside. .”

Qing Huan bit her lip, bowed her head and fell into silence.

"Why, I heard you say the other day that you are Master Nan Yang's apprentice?"

"..." Qing Huan nodded.

"There is a well-known thing in the world. I don't know if you know it or not. Bian Zizhan, the eldest disciple of Nanyang Zun, is the emperor's third prince, and his mother and concubine are the concubine Si who died young. It is said that the emperor was very angry at that time. I dote on Concubine Si, but after Concubine Si died, Bian Zi took advantage of his status in the royal family to decline, so he went directly to Beifei to practice Taoism. Is he your senior brother now?"

"I know, my brother told me."

"Although it has nothing to do with me, I have been curious all these years. The little girl in the tomb should undoubtedly be the daughter of Concubine Si, but whether her father is the emperor or Wen Jinglei." Liu Wuhe thought Thinking, picked up the cup and took another sip, suddenly chuckled again and muttered to himself: "Speaking of Bian Zizhen, his name is really interesting, Zizhen... It's rare for someone to use the word "Cheng" as a name."

"...Senior, if I want to find out these old things, what should I do?" Qing Huan asked earnestly.

"Two ways," Liu Wuhe tapped lightly on the table with his skinny fingers, with his index and middle fingers raised slightly, "One is to ask the relevant people directly, the emperor or Wen Jinglei, of course, you have to ask, and the premise is that they have To be honest. There is another... On the wall of the master's tomb in the mausoleum, her life will be drawn to sing her praises. Although a concubine has no merits, there will be a general drawing of her life-related things. If in the future If you can enter the main room, you can see for yourself."

"Thank you senior for telling me this time." Qing Huan stood up and bowed slightly to Liu Wuhe, "I will definitely repay senior when I have a chance in the future. That's enough talking for today, I'll take my leave first."

"Farewell." Liu Wuhe just nodded to Qinghuan, then continued to drink tea with narrowed eyes.

Liu Wuhe obviously didn't tell her everything he knew, but he said enough, at least [-]% of it was true and credible.

Qing Huan clenched his fists at Liu Wuhe again, then backed out of the room and left quickly.

Qing Huan stayed in Liu Wuhe's room for a long time, and when he returned to Nan Yang's place, it was already past lunch time.

Nan Yang was sitting next to a small cylindrical stove. A pot of tea was boiled on the stove, and the tea surface was bubbling. She leaned on the chair and concentrated on reading a book.

Bian Zi took advantage of cleaning up, sat on the side resentfully, chatting with Nan Yang casually.

"Master... what book are you reading?"

"..."

"Master, why isn't Junior Sister coming back? When will we eat?"

"..."

"Master, even if you don't want to talk to me, you can just say yes or look at me, it's boring to death." Bianzi sighed.

Nan Yang glanced at Bianzi lightly, then silently turned his gaze back to the book.

"Junior Sister is back." Bian Zi took advantage of the tone of his voice, and finally showed a look of surprise, and kicked his two long legs on the ground back and forth coquettishly, "Junior Sister, where did you go? Stay alone with Master , I want to kill myself."

Smiling lightly, he poked Bian Ziyi's shoulder: "You're talking nonsense, if you have the ability, go and kill yourself."

"I don't need to kill myself, my master will freeze to death before I kill myself." Bian Zi shrugged helplessly while muttering.

Nan Yang put down the book, his expression became a little softer, and he said to Qinghuan: "Come here."

Qing Huan walked over obediently, leaned over and listened: "What is Master's order?"

Nan Yang's slender, white fingers gently touched Qing Huan's temples, brushing away the few strands of raindrops that accidentally got on there: "Be careful when you go out, don't let the rain wet your hair, and carefully catch the wind and cold. "

"Tsk tsk," Bianzi raised his eyebrows while resting his chin on the table, "This is the difference between the eldest and the youngest..."

"Brother, don't be sour, Master obviously treats you very well."

"Really?" Bianzi raised his eyebrows on the other side, stretched out his head, and leaned towards Nanyang, "Master, it rained on my hair when I came, please wipe it off for me." Wipe it well?"

"You're too annoying, don't tease Master." Qing Huan chuckled, pressed his forehead and pushed it back.

Nan Yang's face was still pale, but his eyes gently wiped a smile. He silently picked up the tea on the stove, poured three cups, and moved two cups to Qing Huan and Bian Ziyi.

"...Drink your tea quickly. Master Shaogu sent someone over not long ago and said he was going to the main hall, as soon as possible." Nan Yang twisted the lid of the teacup, gently scraped the rim of the cup, and blew Hot tea.

Bianzi picked up the cup and took a sip, then his expression froze, the corner of his mouth twitched, and he put down the cup in a hurry: "Well...Master, I have something to say to Master Shaogu, I'm going to the main hall first."

"En." Nan Yang nodded in agreement.

Holding the cup, Qing Huan looked at Bianzi leaving in a hurry, turned her head suspiciously, took a sip of tea, and then her expression froze: "Master... this... why is it so..."

"Is it bitter?" Nan Yang put the tea in his hand aside, obviously not intending to drink it, "I know, there is Patrinia in it, so it will be very bitter. But you have to drink it, it is a way to clear the heart and detoxify , You just had a nosebleed."

"But it wasn't because I got angry, it was because of my brother." Qing Huan held the tea and frowned at Nan Yang.

"No, I have to drink it too." Nan Yang's tone was light, but it seemed that no one could refuse.

"..." Qing Huan sighed, and only buried his head and took another big gulp, swallowing it almost with a grin, and when he looked up, he saw Nan Yang's lips that seemed to be smiling.

Qing Huan couldn't help laughing in her heart, then lowered her head and drank the bitter tea in the cup in one sip, stood up suddenly, clasped the back of Nan Yang's head with one hand, pinched her chin with the other, and kissed her tightly, bitterly. The hot tea immediately filled the lips and teeth of the two of them.

Because they were so close, Qing Huan could only see Nan Yang's furrowed eyebrows, and couldn't help but smiled softly against Nan Yang's lips.Nan Yang saw Qing Huan's snickering expression in his squinted eyes, but closed his eyes helplessly.

The tea overflowed from the corners of the lips of the two, and it flowed all over Nanyang's chin.Qing Huan backed away slightly, her smile faded, and she gently licked away the bitter tea from the corners of Nan Yang's mouth and chin. The warm and greasy tip of her tongue lingered across the smooth and white skin. Thick ambiguous atmosphere.Nan Yang looked down at her suddenly, and said lightly, "Aren't you afraid that I didn't wash my face?"

"..." The smile on Qing Huan's face disappeared instantly, biting Nan Yang's lower lip, grinding her teeth dangerously.

The corners of Nan Yang's lips were curled up, as beautiful as a crescent moon in the sky, and a rare triumphant smile flashed in his eyes: "Teasing you. Allow me to tease me, don't let me tease you?"

"...Cut." Qing Huan let go of Nan Yang, backed away, and rubbed her nose, "Who did Master learn from?"

"It's all from you." Nan Yang wiped his chin carefully with a handkerchief, his brows and eyes were slightly curved in pleasure, and his delicate facial features were surrounded by a rare elegance.

"Okay, okay, let's go to the main hall and see what Master Shaogu is looking for us." Qing Huan said with a smile.