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Lin Qingluo helplessly supported his forehead: "Look at what he has planned, it's best not to disappoint."

"Okay, let's tell the master when there is a good show."

The little kingfisher stood on the beam in the Hall of Mental Cultivation, condescending, and continued to watch the show happily.

In the Hall of Mental Cultivation, the sound of the piano is melodious, and more than a dozen dancers with long sleeves dance gracefully, twirling their soft waists, dancing to the sound of the piano.

The ministers exchanged cups and toasted each other.

The empress and the emperor sat side by side in the hall, occupying the highest position in the center, and the three empresses and princes sat on the left and right sides.

The second princess and the third princess sat opposite each other. They had different expressions and ignored each other. They didn't even communicate with each other in good faith.

The little prince sat next to the second princess, his eyes flickered, and he looked thoughtfully at the dancer who was spinning her waist below the main hall from time to time.

"Master, something is wrong."

The little kingfisher's eyes were bright, and she was sensitive to his strangeness.

"what happened?"

In the private room of the restaurant, Lin Qingluo gave a hand holding the chopsticks.

The little kingfisher answered truthfully: "The little prince is uneasy, as if he has a premonition that something will happen next."

"Have a hunch?"

Lin Qingluo was startled: "Could it be that the Anshen Pill has failed? He saw the nightmare warning again?"

"possible."

Little Kingfisher secretly guessed: "Your Majesty didn't come to the hall, maybe it's related to the nightmare warning."

"Did he tell your lord?"

Lin Qingluo felt a sharp pain in his heart, and his breathing was almost stagnant.

Leak the secret once, and lose one year of life.

There is no news about the medicinal herbs, and the longevity pill is indefinitely practiced.

The little prince's lifespan cannot withstand fearless wear and tear.

"Eighty percent."

The little kingfisher was very determined.

"This child..."

Lin Qingluo was dejected, and his mood was extremely complicated for a while.

"Here we come, master, the big show is coming."

The little kingfisher suddenly became emotional, and his excited little voice trembled.

"Two dancing girls assassinated the fake princess, and the three of them fought in the hall. The fake princess was disguised as a secret guard, with extraordinary martial arts skills, even two singers could not subdue her together."

"The hall is in chaos, the empress and the emperor ordered people to assist the second empress in catching the assassin."

"Eight Qilin guards appeared, and the two dancers were defeated, so they were captured without a fight. The empress was furious, and ordered her to be taken to the prison, where she will be beheaded at a certain date."

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"Did you catch the wrong person?"

Lin Qingluo was speechless, feeling very depressed.

"Hahaha, God's turning point has come."

The excited little voice of the little kingfisher came later: "The two dancers testified that the identity of the second imperial daughter was false. Gaifeng is good at disguise and tore off her mask."

"Fortunately there is a strong wind."

Lin Qingluo's eyes lit up, and before he could catch his breath, he heard the little kingfisher exclaim.

"Master, come quickly, the fake princess is dying and assassinating the empress, the little prince blocked the sword for the empress, and her life is in danger."

"Yat Xuan!"

The bamboo chopsticks in Lin Qingluo's hand were instantly broken into two pieces. Before he could explain further, his body flashed, and he disappeared like a cloud of smoke floating out of the window.

"Where did my sister go?"

There was a moment of silence in the private room, and all the young men looked at each other in blank dismay.

"I heard Master call Yixuan."

Shitou's ears are sharp, and he happened to hear what Lin Qingluo said before he disappeared, and combined with her movement of pinching the chopsticks, he made an inference.

"It's probably because something happened to Lin Yixuan. The little kingfisher transmitted his voice through his mind, asking the master to rush over as soon as possible."

"The little kingfisher is not nearby, probably in the palace."

Wang Meng has been with the master for a long time, and he is quite familiar with the little kingfisher's little temper that likes to gossip.

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Thank you, Little Fairy Leng Yue, for the monthly ticket for Burial Flower Soul.

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