Chapter 687

——Boom!

A thunderstorm in the twilight brought a storm.

But not long after the rainstorm, it was as dark as night, and soon thick snowflakes floated.

Snow in midsummer, not hurt or evil.

Some time ago, when Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao was forbidden in the palace, there was a scene of blood fog in Kyoto City.

At this time, the snow in midsummer, the city is full of people, scared door dare not go out.

Rumors soon spread that the snow in midsummer and the blood fog before it were all caused by the disaster in Kyoto.

Who is in trouble?

Nature is Su Yin whose face has changed after death and rebirth.

This kind of rumor spreads very fast. It spreads ten times at a time, but within a few hours, it has already caused a storm all over the city.

In the morning, some daring people came to marshal's house to throw rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves and so on.

But Su Yin is not in the Marshal's house, but in the palace.

Changfeng and they are also waiting in pingzhao palace. They are all worried about the irresistible things after su Yin's memory is covered by Linggu.

At this time, the spell has not yet been completed, because covering the memory requires the enchantment, which requires the host to provide extremely powerful spiritual power.

Although Su Yin restored his spiritual power, he was not as good as before.

The whole night went by, and Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao was about to lose his support.

Seeing this, Changfeng and dusk rain lose their power to him.

Su Yin's condition was a little better. He didn't struggle any more, but he didn't wake up.

The white face in the candlelight against the backdrop of the gray, she was like a dead body for a long time.

It's not easy for the ghost cultivation to cultivate a real body, so Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao is very careful to cast a curse. He's afraid that there's a chance that Su Yin's thousand years of cultivation will be destroyed.

Jin he came, Ling Fei immediately blocked the past: "Jin He madam, the emperor said that no one will be allowed to enter, please go back."

"I have something very important to ask the emperor. Can commander Lingda make it convenient?"

Ling Fei replied very simply: "no!"

Jin he didn't force his way in. He stood on tiptoe and looked around a few times. He asked, "I heard Su Wushuang is in there, isn't he?"

Ling Fei didn't say a word, that is the default.

"Isn't she out of her wits? This Su Wushuang is not a fake. If you hurt the emperor, you can't do it

"Don't talk nonsense. She has lived here for more than half a month. How can she be a fake?"

"Well, I may have made a mistake."

Jin He smiles and turns to leave pingzhao palace. I didn't go back to Huarong palace, so I went to Tingfeng building.

Wei Nan'an was waiting for her in the elegant seat. Seeing her coming, he asked, "how about it?"

"Ling Fei won't let me in, but he means that Su Yin has been in pingzhao palace for more than half a month. Such a calculation is the day when the emperor was killed with the forbidden technique. "

"Oh." Wei Nan'an frowned and said to himself, "why did a big ghost King stay in pingzhao palace for more than half a month?"

Jin he said: "I just saw that the emperor's bedroom has powerful spiritual power. It's the smell of poisonous insects."

"He's casting a spell with a spirit bug?"

Jin he is not sure: "it should be, but it doesn't seem to be forbidden."

Wei Nan'an asked again: "I heard that the greatest ability of Linggu is to bewitch people? To what extent can we bewitch them? "

"Can cover a person's memory."

"What, covering one's memory?" Wei Nan'an was shocked. "Did the emperor do anything to get Su yin?"

Jin he was stunned and silent.

She didn't think so before, because Su Yin didn't accept Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao.

But if Wu Zhuangnan Zhao really covered Su Yin's memory with witchcraft, then

Wei Nan'an sighed: "so, he doesn't care about Liu Chan frost at all? Thanks to Liu chanshuang's devotion to Qin's family like a moth to the fire, she really paid the wrong way. "

"Yes, the emperor has never loved her. It's just her own wishful thinking."

"It's a pity that her Royal Highness's mother is no better than a ghost. Is that ridiculous?"

Two people are chatting in the elegant seat, just outside sits a storyteller's father-in-law, listened to for a long time, a face shocked, a face with emotion to leave.

The father-in-law sighed as he walked along: "Oh, the world is going downhill and morality is declining..."

"What's the matter, father-in-law?"

"Come on, I'll tell you something about the palace. Don't spread it to the outside world!"

"Well, we promise not to."

……

Yuanqi, Biancheng.

Liu chanshuang was blindfolded and put on the carriage. The carriage swaggered all the way through the market, so all kinds of ballads were spread.

"Your concubine is pitiful, but she is cheap. She can't compare with the beauty. A heartless man, a heartless man, would rather love a ghost than his wife. "

Liu chanshuang didn't hear clearly at first, so she didn't care.

At last, the street was full of such songs, so she put up her ears to hear them, and felt chilly.

There are also many whispers coming from you.

"Well, what are these children singing?"

"It's said that she is satirizing the empress of the imperial concubine of Western Shu. She's not very popular. The emperor was not only rescued, but also fascinated by a fierce ghost. "

"True or false?"

"Isn't it true? The funniest thing is that the empress of the imperial concubine is still from the Southern Jin Dynasty and the leader of the Qin family. In order to marry the emperor of Shu, he took 80000 soldiers to surrender. Ah, the emperor of Shu married her, but he didn't like her. "

"Oh, that's a pity."

"It's true that a poor person must be hateful. It's said that the empress of the imperial concubine and the fierce ghost are jealous, so the fierce ghost gives her some color."

"Tut Tut, who can't be offended in this world? Go to offend a ghost. Can ghosts be provoked? If they are entangled, they can't be bothered? "

"Yes, now the emperor is robbed by the fierce ghost, but the life and death of the imperial concubine is uncertain, which is also deserved."

Countless voices pierced into Liu chanshuang's ears like magic sound. She was so angry that she shivered.

She didn't know it was bleeding.

Even if these people's words are somewhat exaggerated, it is an indisputable fact that Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao likes Su Yin.

She has been in prison for more than a month. Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao did not send anyone to save her, and no one cared about her life or death.

It's really like a joke that she's alive.

At that time, the madness of moths to the fire has been extinguished.

The carriage went on, and soon stopped.

A familiar aroma came to my face. Before Liu chanshuang tore the cloth from her eyes, she knew who it was.

Immediately, she was helped out of the carriage and led into a yard. Then she untied the cloth on her eyes.

Sure enough, the man in front of him was situ MingEn, dressed in a black robe, with a black hair band on his head, dressed in a very low-key way.

The black robe made him look more energetic, and his delicate face was more angular.

But his face is very haze, blue eyes of Yin compassion, in Liu chanshuang face back and forth to sweep.

After a while, he said bitterly, "I heard that you were imprisoned, and Wu Zhuang Nan Zhao didn't send anyone to help you. I'll come and have a look. The chief of the painting class, the palace master, was bullied like this. Hum