Chapter 499

Phoenix, east gate.

Situ MingEn stood with his hands on his back at the edge of the building. His blue eyes looked at the magnificent Phoenix Palace, thinking deeply.

Because the clouds came into the holy land at dawn and lit the fire inside, there was a faint layer of smoke around the Phoenix Palace.

In fact, there is one thing situ MingEn never said to people: if you want to light the Phoenix Fire, you have to use people to sacrifice.

There are countless friars who were burned to ashes. They were all used by him to sacrifice the fire because of greed.

The temperature in the Phoenix Palace is very high these two days. Situ MingEn's health is not good, so he didn't go there.

But he was worried about Su Yin. After all, it was only a legend in ancient books that Phoenix kindling was used to cure terminally ill people.

Fortunately, with the protection of cold jade bracelet and the protection of cloud Breaking Dawn, there should be no major event, but cloud Breaking Dawn will certainly become a sacrifice.

"Your Highness, you are not well. You'd better go back to your room and have a rest."

Just thinking about it, a soft voice came from behind.

Situ MingEn looked back and saw Ji Fengyue, the second Dharma protector, walking with a cloak.

She was wearing a snow-white Ru skirt, covered with a pink veil, and her clothes were floating when she walked.

Monsoon month is not high, belongs to the small and exquisite type, so her clothes are particularly exquisite, every place has the finishing touch of the details.

For example, the sleeve, many people are wide sleeve robes, and her is narrow sleeve, it is more streamlined.

The appearance of monsoon month is that of the younger sister next door, with willow eyebrows and apricot eyes, but its face is round, and it looks very approachable.

But people who know Ji Fengyue know that she is the most powerful and ruthless one among the four Dharma protectors in the painting class.

It is said that she used poison without knowing it. Many people will not know it was her who poisoned them when they are dying.

Her cruel and cruel habit is well known by situ MingEn.

"Isn't it cold for you to wear this Monsoonal moon came forward to put on his cloak and said, "Your Highness, it's been five days. Is the cloud dead at dawn?"

"It's so easy to die. Does he deserve to be called the God of war... Keke, Keke..."

Probably speaking too fast, he coughed uncontrollably and couldn't stop for a moment.

Monsoon month quickly took out a black pill from the sachet at his waist and handed it to him, then forced it to his back.

As soon as he coughed, situ MingEn seemed to die, and his face was gray.

Monsoon month also dare not neglect, support him to go downstairs, straight to the garrison barracks.

Phoenix Palace is now steaming, the temperature has exceeded the normal range of people can accept, simply can not live.

So situ MingEn stood and lived here. On the one hand, he monitored the tens of thousands of Fusang soldiers, and on the other hand, he could inquire about the news of the Southern Jin Dynasty.

After entering the barracks, the monsoon moon waited on situ MingEn to lie down and brought the medicine that had just been boiled.

She blew and fed him: "Your Highness, drink the medicine first. Your complexion is getting worse and worse. Why don't you go to the holy land to have a treatment? "

Situ MingEn looked at her angrily: "is that where ordinary people can go?"

Su Yin is a strange number of resurrection from the dead, but she can't help it. If it's a normal person, it'll burn to ashes as soon as you go in.

Situ MingEn took a sip of the medicine and closed his eyes on the soft collapse.

Monsoon month stealthily peeks at his handsome and extraordinary face, full of tenderness. She hesitated for a long time and went behind him to help pinch her shoulder.

Situ MingEn's body stagnated a little, but he didn't pay attention to it. He closed his eyes and let Ji Fengyue pinch it.

She seemed inspired. After pressing her shoulder, her hand slid down his neck and touched his obvious clavicle.

Ji Fengyue whispered in situ MingEn's ear: "Your Highness, it's been so long. Don't you want to..."

As she spoke, her hand stroked his clavicle more boldly. The women trained by the master of painting know men very well.

If ever, Stuart Ming'en was teased like this, he would never let go of the food.

But now, he's not interested.

He grasped Ji Fengyue's hand and gently pushed it away. He said, "have you received a letter from the chief palace leader recently?"

Pushed away, the monsoon month was a little stunned and said: "Your Highness, is it not for a woman who does not belong to you?"

Situ MingEn suddenly frowned, raised his eyes and looked at Ji Fengyue. There were several strands of cold light in his sapphire eyes.

Shaoqing, he just gathered his eyes and said coldly: "this palace is just tired of the previous life, there is no other intention."

Once upon a time, situ MingEn was surrounded by many beautiful women.

But he is not wet and wet. Ji Fengyue and Da HUFA Mingji are his favorite.

Until he met Su Yin, he didn't even want to kill her. But when she insisted on seeing him with the waist tag, her heart would not follow him.

Sometimes people's feelings are very strange, like poison. They are not alert at first, but they have no time to get out when they understand it later.

And these, the painting teacher and a woman will not understand.

Because from the beginning of training, they will learn how to bewitch men. In their eyes, men are mostly tools.

Monsoon month which can not know situ MingEn's mind, full of injury: "she is the enemy country's woman, is it worth you to remember?"

Situ MingEn closed his eyes and squeezed out a few words between his teeth: "Fengyue, you have passed."

Yes, she's just a slave. What is she?

In the monsoon moon Dynasty, situ MingEn arched his hand: "I'm wrong. Please forgive me."

Situ MingEn didn't say a word. He closed his eyes. However, his mind was crazy about Su Yin and the things that happened to her.

He never thought that he would waste more than half of his cultivation for a woman in his life.

After a short time, monsoon Moon said cautiously, "Your Highness, Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao must be planning to attack us in East Vietnam. What shall we do?"

"Except for the cloud Breaking Dawn, who can call the unicorn army?"

Situ MingEn opened his eyes, took the unicorn seal from his arms, held it in his hand and looked back and forth, with a cold smile on his lips.

In a daze, the monsoon moon asked, "is this the unicorn seal of cloud Breaking Dawn?"

"Yes, the Qilin seal is something that makes the monarchs and ministers in Yanhuang land feel frightened."

As like as two peas, Ji Fengyue looked at him: "you can find a body that is exactly the same as the cloud."

"What does your highness mean?"

"If it's true that the cloud is dying at dawn, why not make a fake? Wu Chuang Nan Zhao wants the world, but the palace wants to treat him in his own way, and let him draw water from a basket. "

"Well, I'll go to find someone who is similar to Yun daoxiao."

"Wait!" As soon as the monsoon moon turned around, situ MingEn stopped her again. "Take Linglong out of the prison. This palace is useful."

Qiao Linglong, the four Dharma protectors of the painting team leader, is a person whom even Qingyu has never met.

Monsoon month Leng Leng, some hesitant to say: "Your Highness, call her out for what, won't it be bad?"

Situ MingEn looked at Ji Fengyue displeasantly and didn't say a word, but the expression was that she said too much.

Monsoon month did not dare to hesitate, turned and left the barracks in a hurry.