The underground palace of the imperial mausoleum.

Outside the main hall, inside the tomb passage.

There are three women waiting 'patiently'.

"Why hasn't Uncle Xiaobai come back yet?"

I don’t know how many times Xiao Qian’er has repeated this sentence.

Concubine Zhao Ling and Zhu Yourong were both speechless.

No one could answer the girl's question.

At this time, the positions of the three women in the tomb passage were quite interesting.

Zhao Lingfei and Xiao Qian'er stood on one side of the tomb passage, while Zhu Yourong stood alone on the other side.

There is a clear distinction between the two sides, and there is a subtle gap.

However, because Zhao Rong had not been found for a long time and the urgent matter had not been resolved, the atmosphere was heavy and tense. They were all a little rude, and it was not unacceptable that they did not communicate with each other. It was explainable.

However, only they themselves know what happened.

At this time, Zhao Lingfei and Zhu Yourong either closed their eyes or lowered their eyes, communicating with their respective helpers from the outside world.

Not long after, Concubine Zhao Ling opened her eyes. She was holding the communication jade gourd in her hand, and her pretty face had an unclear expression.

The news from Mr. Bai is not very good.

The connection with the snow-white sword energy in the scabbard that remained beside Zhao Rong was lost.

The place that this teleportation array in the hall can lead to may not be as simple as Li Bai said.

However, what made Zhao Lingfei feel a little more relaxed was that Mr. Bai was now on his way to the imperial mausoleum, and he seemed to have brought a powerful helper with him, who seemed to be a senior from Tianya Sword Pavilion.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei had already decided that when Li Bai came back, she would directly order him to take her, Mr. Bai, and the seniors from Tianya Sword Pavilion to teleport there.

She couldn't wait any longer, so she decided to destroy the special custom of that 'local ancient power'.

She, Concubine Zhao Ling, will bear all the consequences alone.

Not far away, a woman in Confucian robes seemed to have made a similar decision.

In the corner of Concubine Zhao Ling's eyes, Mr. Zhu, who had a good relationship with her husband, turned around and entered the hall to "check" the magic circle without discussing anything with the two of them.

Concubine Zhao Ling didn't say anything and waited for Zhu Yourong to leave the tomb passage.

She always maintained a calm expression in front of Qian'er and outsiders, but now it was a little loose, and a pale look of fatigue and exhaustion appeared on her pretty face.

Xiao Qian'er was in the tomb passage, unable to sit still for a moment. She walked back and forth holding her husband's broken arm, staring at the entrance of the tomb passage.

“That’s outrageous!”

The girl's eyes were red and swollen. She should have looked lovely, but she had a stern face and gritted her teeth.

The autumn-eyed woman at the side turned her head silently and looked at a bloody handprint left by someone on the wall of the tomb passage next to her.

She raised her hand, then retracted it, and finally covered it with her jade hand. The moment it touched the wall tiles, her five fingers trembled, as if because of the cold touch of the tomb passage wall tiles. The face of the woman with autumn eyes became paler, and her body was a little shaky against the bloody handprint on the wall that Zhao Rong had pressed.

At this moment, Xiao Qian'er, who was walking back and forth in the tomb passage, suddenly stopped.

Nailed in place.

Like a sharp and cold sword.

She was silent for a few breaths, then walked out of the tomb without saying a word.

The girl waited no longer.

She held the broken arm that was about to bleed dry, and walked directly out of the imperial mausoleum, while grabbing a jade gourd from her arms to contact a certain "unreasonable" man.

Concubine Zhao Ling closed her eyes and leaned against the wall, not stopping him.

Xiao Qian'er, who was walking to the entrance of the tomb, waited for the communication jade gourd to be connected by someone in the distance, and shouted angrily into it:

"You, where the hell have you been? Get back here right now!"

On the other side of the communication jade gourd, the person who received the girl's angry order seemed to be trying to digest her words.

The atmosphere over there became quiet.

Then.

"receive."

There is a man with a magnetic and gentle voice.

It came from the small jade gourd.

Yet it struck like thunder.

The delicate body of the girl holding the broken arm stood still.

It's like a dynamic picture that suddenly freezes and pauses.

All of Xiao Qian'er's anger, all of her rudeness, and all of her indifference were like a hard fist crashing into a ball of marshmallows.

It was so soft and there was no strength left.

The girl's bloodless lips trembled, and she uttered a sound, "...I..."

At that moment, there was only one word I was willing to squeeze out of my throat.

The girl, who was originally angry and indifferent, suddenly squatted down, holding the jade gourd in her hand, and whispered: "Brother Rong'er, you...where are you..."

Her tone was tearful, containing seven parts joy and three parts pleading.

It seemed as if she was afraid that if her voice was a little louder, it would scare away the man on the other side of the communication jade gourd.

At this moment, Concubine Zhao Ling in the tomb passage and Zhu Yourong in the main hall instantly noticed something unusual about Zhao Qian'er.

Although they couldn't hear the private voice transmission in the communication jade gourd, they immediately noticed Xiao Qian'er's sudden change in reaction and weak tone.

The two girls instantly came to the little girl who was holding the jade gourd tightly, and held their breath for a moment.

At this moment, they all forgot the estrangement and cold rejection they had before.

The man on the other side of the communication jade gourd smiled and transmitted his voice, "Stupid Second Lady, look ahead."

Xiao Qian'er's eyes were red and she raised her head immediately.

The next second, a stream of light flew out at high speed from the darkness at the end of the tomb passage, and instantly arrived at the location of the three women, and then suddenly hovered in front of Xiao Qian'er.

This is a small white jade sword with a strange moon pattern.

At this moment, it was humming with joy and dancing around its mistress.

"Swing...swing..."

Xiao Qian'er was stunned. The familiar and mysterious connection between her and the swing was gradually being restored and established in her mind.

It's like a pond that has been dry for a long time and now has fresh water flowing into it again.

At this moment, as if they realized something, the three girls suddenly turned their heads together, their beautiful eyes wide open, looking towards the deep tomb passage where the swing emerged.

At this moment, in the darkness there, a young Confucian scholar in white clothes and a jade crown walked over with a smile.

He held the exquisite jade gourd in one hand and the brand new scabbard at his waist with the other.

Behind him, there was a man covered in green holding a sword.

However, at this moment, the three women obviously did not pay any attention to the latter. He was an old outsider and the man was used to it.

"Husband!"

“Tzuyu!”

"Woo Rong'er brother!"

The three girls cried out in surprise almost at the same time, and rushed towards Zhao Rong who was ten steps away with tears of joy.

However, when the three women could no longer control their feet and ran a few steps, a rather embarrassing thing happened.

Zhao Rong was smiling and opening his arms to welcome him. Well, he only had one arm.

At this moment, there were three women who rushed over almost at the same time.

A certain old 'outsider' saw it most clearly at this time.

Li Bai stood behind Zhao Rong, and from this perspective, he soon discovered that after the three women ran a few steps, there was a 'little' change in their positions.

The first one was Zhu Yourong. She was originally the closest to Zhao Rong because she was standing in front of Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer.

At this time, Zhao Rong appeared. Zhu Yourong turned around and he was less than ten steps away from her.

However, the big-breasted lady with quiet snow-white eyes in the field of vision first opened her eyes wide, took a deep breath of joy, and her heart surged. Then, she couldn't help but pounce on Zhao Rong, shaking the earth and mountains. Then, after running three steps, the lady who secretly hid the weapon suddenly slowed down her pace, but immediately ran towards Zhao Rong in front again.

But this time, the momentum only lasted for two steps, and her footsteps gradually stopped again.

He didn't accelerate after that. Well, the two consecutive emergency brakes certainly caused another wave of rage. It was a pity that Zhu Yourong didn't continue running forward, which brought tremendous pressure to someone.

That was why the two daughters of Concubine Zhao Ling, who were behind and a few steps slower, overtook her without even looking at her and ran straight into the arms of Zhao Rong in front of them.

In addition, there was Xiao Qian'er. After she and the young lady surpassed Zhu Yourong, her little face, which was originally crying with joy, became slightly stunned.

The girl first turned her head to look at the young lady in front of her who was as happy as she was, and then looked at Brother Rong'er who was dressed in clean white clothes. His smile was as pure as his arms.

Xiao Qian'er quietly slowed down her pace and changed from running to walking.

So Concubine Zhao Ling immediately moved away from her.

Xiao Qian'er pursed her lips and looked down at the blood on her body - Xiao Qian'er was holding the broken arm tightly and had not let go yet - she sniffed lightly, still with a smile on her lips.

At this moment, Xiao Qian'er seemed to realize something. For example, Mr. Zhu, who was just "easily" jumped over by her and the young lady, seemed to be...

The girl holding the broken arm turned sideways, glanced slightly at the lady with snowy eyes who was walking slowly behind her.

It seems to be saying... you'd better know what's best for you.

Zhu Yourong's eyes fell on Zhao Rong behind the girl, staring at her intently, as if he didn't notice Xiao Qian'er's rudeness and slightly provocative look.

She had calmed down and just looked at him.

Zhao Rong was already regretting that he had subconsciously opened his arms when he discovered that Zhao Lingfei, Zhu Yourong and Xiao Qian'er all pounced on him together.

Therefore, in the previous emergency, he had already started to think about whether he could catch the delicate bodies of the three women, especially one of them was oversized.

Fortunately, the three women quickly understood each other's levels and priorities, which seemed to save him a lot of trouble.

However, after seeing the three women's little movements, Zhao Rong's heart skipped a beat and he thought to himself that something was not right.

Why do I feel that there is something wrong between Qingjun Qian'er and Yourong? Weren't they polite and respectful when they were eating at Xiachongzhai before?

Before Zhao Rong could think more, Concubine Zhao Ling had already thrown herself into his arms like a young swallow flying into the forest.

"Husband...husband, husband!"

Concubine Zhao Lingfei buried her pretty face deeply in the man's arms, not wanting him to see her fragile and helpless expression at this moment, but the murmurs between her lips became more and more emotional.

The woman hugged her husband tightly, as if she wanted to rub herself into Zhao Rong's body and never be separated from him for a moment.

Zhao Rong was stunned, feeling the warmth and tenderness filling his chest, and he closed his arms tightly, hugging his sword fairy wife who was "married" to him in a formal ceremony.

He lowered his head, buried his head in her beautiful black hair, deeply sniffed the fragrance of her hair, and kissed her hair gently.

"Madam...Madam, Madam!"

Zhao Rong had black hair on his lips and called her with a smile.

He is Tzuyu and she is Qingjun.

My childhood sweetheart marries me, and I will always miss you.

I have made a vow that my love for you will last forever.

Around them, Zhu Yourong, Xiao Qian'er and the invisible man Li Bai silently watched this perfect couple.

The two of them are also very well matched in height.

The difference is just right.

If Zhao Rong lowered his head, he could bite her ear.

When Concubine Zhao Ling raised her head, she could taste his lips.

At this moment, Zhao Rong, who was hugging his wife tenderly, felt a slight pain in his heart. It turned out that Concubine Zhao Ling was biting him secretly because she was overwhelmed with emotion.

The woman seemed to still feel that her husband appeared in front of her in good health, which was a bit unreal.

Zhao Rong: “…”

Damn it, stupid girl, if you feel like you are dreaming, then let me bite you. Why are you biting me?

Zhao Rong, who was in tacit understanding, smiled, buried his head in her fragrant and smooth neck, bit a delicate earlobe and said, "My wife, your husband was just bitten by a kitten. Its teeth are really sharp."

Concubine Zhao Ling was curled up in his arms, gently nuzzling the bitten area on his chest with her nose.

At this moment, she felt shy, raised her head like a kitten, blushed and slightly lowered her mouth, wanting to bite his "bullying and annoying" lips.

However, she met Zhao Rong's teasing glance from above, and immediately closed her rosy lips.

There were outsiders around, and they were not just the two of them in the room in private.

Concubine Zhao Lingfei was always calm and aloof in front of outsiders. Although in front of her husband, she always melted all the cold ice into spring water for him to taste, she was still thin-skinned after all.

It was impossible for her to really stand on tiptoe to bite this shy enemy of hers.

Concubine Zhao Ling had disheveled hair and rosy cheeks. She tilted her pretty face up, her autumn eyes turned up, and she glared at Zhao Rong with a look of shame and anger between her dark brows.

Seeing Zhao Rong pursed her lips, with a few strands of her hair tucked between her lips, he did not look down on her. Instead, he blinked at her and made small gestures.

Concubine Zhao Ling couldn't bite or hit him, so she lowered her head again with resentment and powerlessness, burying her face in Zhao Rong's arms.

This time, she nuzzled his chest like a little pig, and occasionally bit him secretly like a kitten, which made it impossible for outsiders to see.

Zhao Rong had no choice but to let his wife vent her shyness and hugged her even tighter.

In fact, he also knew that the more Qingjun depended on him, clung to him, and loved him, and the more naughty and unreasonable she behaved, the more panicked and heartbroken she must have been when his life or death was unknown before... She had always been restrained and dignified in front of others, and would not release her emotions like this.

Thinking of this, Zhao Rong pursed his lips again and whispered in her ear: "Okay...my husband is back. Next time I'll let you tie a rope around us so we can never be separated again..."

"Hmph." The tall and soft woman who had been making trouble in his arms finally behaved herself and stopped bothering him.

Zhao Rong smiled with relief, gently caressing her slender shoulders and soft back with graceful curves, hugging Qingjun, holding her tenderly, and swaying with her.

The two enjoyed a moment of peace.

"You've recovered from your cough..." Zhao Rong patted Qingjun's flexible waist with his big hand.

She wisely loosened her arms, changed from hugging to embracing, and temporarily "let" her husband go.

Zhao Rong hugged her waist and turned to look at the others...