Chapter 788

When the boat came to the shore, Luo Wuyou and Rongdi went back to the palace directly. When they left, they naturally took Qianyi, who had been pointed on the acupoints. Liu Suifeng, who had no feeling at all, followed him with thick skin. There are too many questions in my heart, which naturally is to follow up to see clearly.

However, the seven elders and master Liu left Xia Yan, but they all went back to the boat, all of them were dignified.

"Some elders, what do you think of him? Is there something wrong with him?" Mr. Liu stroked his long white beard and asked with his thin face. Looking at the dignified faces of the seven elders, it is hard to hide their worries.

The seven elders took the cup and poured down the wine: "I don't think it's very good. The breath is too cold, it doesn't look like a human breath. It's like resentment, and it's too strong. I'm worried about him... "

Elder elder: "are you worried that the little Lord has been schemed by Yin and evil?"

"Besides, I can't think of anything else. There are many similar sorcery in our Xi family's collection of forbidden arts. We have them, and we can't help but inherit them from other clans. This is not surprising." Seven elder nodded his head as an answer. He was really so suspicious.

However, the three elders immediately refuted: "it is impossible. For thousands of years, most of the evil Arts in the world have been killed by the Xi family, and the secret codes of the magic arts have been burned. Even the secret arts of the clan have been destroyed in large quantities. That is impossible. The only possible thing is that the old witch xipeining is doing something about it."

"Do you think it has something to do with the secret guarded by that clan?" Liu looked at the crowd, but suddenly opened his mouth. Seeing the crowd staring at him, he continued: "I'm just a speculation. You can see if this is possible. Don't you think the little Lord's detoxification is too easy?"

"For thousands of years, among the people of the Xi family, only the succeeding young master and clan leader can practice the formula of Ning Yue. The reason for this is only known by the clan chief, and there are many people who have questioned this in the past dynasties, but they have never been given any reasonable explanation. Don't you think it's strange that every Xi clan leader is poisoned by the chaos of life and death? Why? Why do you keep it from all the people? "

"Even, it is not known to anyone except the succession of the patriarch and his personal shadow guards?" The rules of the Xi clan were extremely strict, and they would not have known if it had not happened later.

However, for thousands of years, the power of reproduction of the Xi clan has become weaker and weaker. Especially after the fall of the high priest, they lost the baptism of the high priest. In the past 50 years, there are only eight newborns born to the Xi people. If this goes on for a hundred years at most, Xi's family will eventually go extinct because she can't give birth to her offspring!

Therefore, all the clansmen put their hopes on the prophecy of a thousand years ago, and put all their hopes on the little Lord. He is the one who carries the destiny of heaven and the fate of Ziwei pole star, who can solve the plight of the Xi clan.

It is their only hope.

"Anyway, we have to find out about this matter. In my opinion, the old boy of Qianyi should know a lot. If the little Lord refuses to say anything, then we will take him back and press for questioning. I don't believe it. When the time comes, will he dare to say it? " The three elders spoke with a gloomy face.

Master Liu shook his head: "if there is no order from the little master, Qian Yi will not open his mouth, but there are few people in the world who can let the little master speak. It's not that there is one. Maybe there is one. Several elders, please calm down and don't be impatient. I'll take care of the matter. "

People were silent. Even though they knew something was wrong, Liu Yuande was right. There was nothing they could do about it. They had a firm heart, which was hard to find in the world. The one in the world who can let him off? None of them has been able to do it for years at least.

Now, however, one person may be able to do it.

Liu Yuande is called Mr. Zhixun, and his name is not a fake. To the seven elders, he is obviously more comprehensive and sees more and farther. It's no wonder that the seven elders knew nothing about it, but the Xi clan rules, which have never been exceptional for thousands of years.

The responsibility and mission of the seven elders is to protect the Xi clan and protect the things that must be guarded by them. All of these are ordered by the clan leader, and the patriarch himself is the order of the little Lord. The young masters of Xi family are all the people who belong to the destiny of heaven. They all shoulder the destiny of the whole Xi family. They also hold the biggest secret of the Xi family, and no one knows it except the successive high priests.

This has always been the case.

It's not that no one has ever doubted and verified it, but in the end, nothing has been found. Especially after the clan land was destroyed 50 years ago, Xi's forbidden area was also completely destroyed, and the excavation behind did not find any clues. Even the remaining clue, the temple of the great sacrifice was destroyed at the same time.

The high priest of Feiyun fell with the patriarch, and none of the people in the temple survived. Fortunately, Qianyi was chosen by the patriarch and the high priest for the head of the clan. Otherwise, everything would be completely buried in the scorched earth with the disaster 50 years ago.

There is a silence in the boat. The faces of the old people are full of indescribable complexity and heaviness. Now, the future of Xi's family is borne by the young master.Under such circumstances, how can they not worry?

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Qindu street is still very calm, only that calm is performance, but secretly there are many more people, naturally will attract some people's attention. In an elegant sitting room in Yanyun tower, Nangong Jingli sits quietly at the edge of the window, looking down at the downstairs as if in the past.

He still holds the wine glass in his hand, and his handsome face remains the same. However, there is a little more calmness and a sense of desolation after the ups and downs. Fu Jiamou is all imprisoned in the prison, including him originally. However, a few days ago, the emperor of Qin issued a decree saying: the case of plotting against the enemy has been investigated, and he did not know about it and did not participate in it.

So he was released from prison. The prince has not cut off the palace. He is still the king of Li, or Nangong Jingli. Or the son of the emperor.

Only he knew that this was not the case. Maybe he didn't participate in the mutiny in the end. In that swing, he gave up the idea, but he hijacked Princess Rong, but it was an unchangeable fact. If it were not for his action, the Fu family would not have come to this point.

He seems to have lost everything, but he has lost everything. Even more than in prison. Rongdi, ah, this man is really in accordance with the past. If he does not do it, he has already done so thoroughly.

He is a sinner of the Fu family.

And he was able to survive, not because of the edict, but because of the girl. There is no one else in the world who can make that man change his mind but her. And she is just returning his last favor. From then on, there will be no relationship between them.

If he died like that, he would not be condemned by his conscience all his life. If he died like that, Liu Suifeng would tell her everything and her heart would eventually have an apology for him, instead of being a stranger like this.

Just like now, he can only look at her and walk past him.

No longer any reason and any qualification, standing in front of her, everything is just self inflicted. The wine drops down the man's throat. He looks at the figure greedily. From the crowd, under the care of the man, he disappears to the end of the street corner. What was echoing in his mind was what the woman had said in the prison.

"Worry free, I hope the Lord can forget the past and live a good life..." But she did not know that it was more difficult for him to live than to die. Forgetting the past, does it mean that she wants him to forget her?

But the Acacia has gone to the bone, how can he forget it?

After pouring all the wine into his mouth, Nangong Jingli picked up a wine pot and went downstairs. Ignoring the eyes of the people, some of them staggered downstairs. His tall body was shaking, and even he was confused. He stumbled and knocked down a lot of people.

Bang -

someone was hit and fell to the ground, and then there was a scream of women's Fury: "Hey, how do you walk? Drunk will not go home to sleep, run into the street, you hit my wife, do you know? You drunkard, you... "

Nangong Jingli had no time to turn his head. A thrust came upon Nangong Jingli. He staggered forward and knocked down several people. In the end, he fell on the ground with a plop, but he didn't stand still. He rolled a few times. The wine pot in his hand was smashed completely, and sharp fragments pierced into the palm of his hand. Soon, there was blood from that hand It overflows between the palms.

"Well, Xiaotao, I'm fine, and I can't blame her. It's my own weak body. Otherwise, how could someone else not be knocked down but just knocked me down? You see, you push people, and the result is that people's families have shed blood? Why are you so bold, girl

Youshi was helped up and began to drink Xiaotao. Seeing the bloodstain on the ground, she frowned. She went forward and bent over to check: "how are you, young master? Are you ok? You're bleeding. It looks serious. Otherwise, I'd better take you back to the hospital and bandage it, childe..."

His ears were noisy, but there was a soft voice. All of a sudden, Nangong Jingli opened his eyes, and a beautiful and matchless face was gradually printed into his eyes. His eyes, which had been struggling with pain, were attached with a little attachment. His lips kept moving, but he kept on murmuring a name.

"No worries, no worries..." Is that you, worry free? Oh, he should be dreaming. Otherwise, how could she be here? How can you look at her with such gentle and worried eyes? She should be in that man's arms. Didn't he see it with his own eyes?

But if it was a dream, he hoped that the dream would never wake up.

Even if only by this eye light looks at, also!

The man's low murmur was drowned in the noise of the crowd. You didn't hear him. Seeing that his hand was still bleeding, he was still worried. After all, it was his maid who pushed him down.

Turning her head, she said to several maids: "I don't have medicine on my body. Peach, you should go to find a carriage and take him back to the mansion to bandage it. You can help me to help him up. Hurry up. What are you still doing in a daze?"

"But ma'am, aren't we going to Gu's house? It's not good to keep Mrs. Gu waiting. And the young master said, "Mrs. Gu, she..." Peach some reluctantly, if not this person, his wife would not be knocked down, but also they help him? Well, that's unreasonable.You're frowning deeper: "that's it. You go to find a carriage and take him to a nearby hospital to have a look. Xiao Yun and Xiao Yu help me to help him go to one side. Xiao Yun will stay and wait. Xiaoyu will accompany me to Gu's house first. Don't delay any more. I'm afraid it will be more serious." She naturally knows that Xiaotao is careful, and she is also worried about the situation of home care. That's right.

But the man's wound was a little deep. He was afraid that the blood vessel was punctured, and the blood was still flowing out. They didn't take any medicine with them. He was drunk. If he was allowed to stay here, he was afraid that no one would pay attention to him. If he didn't stop bleeding, he would not feel the bleeding.

Especially, it was peach who pushed people down.

Xiaotao had no choice but to go to find the carriage. Several girls came forward to help the man go to one side. Nangong Jingli's eyes were fixed, looking at the face, motionless, and being supported by others, until suddenly there was a red tassel in front of her, which kept swinging, blocking his sight.

He instinctively stretched out his hand and pulled it down and thrust it into his arms. Looking at the side face that appears again in the sight, blurred eyes, infected with endless infatuation, but finally failed to withstand the stabbing pain and darkness from behind the neck, the whole body fainted.

Youshi helped him to the past and left, but no one saw the man's neck, and a stream of blood also overflowed. And the man's face is more pale.

Only that corner of the mouth is with a smile, a bit bitter, a bit sad.

Still have a little bit to give up

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