Chapter 1093: This body is not Nan Jiaojiao's

Xiao Yi looked up.
Seeing Shiku crying like this, he secretly squeezed the cinnabar pen.
He muttered: "Take the prince to the inner hall."
After the imperial study room was cleared, it was difficult for him to tell the matter.
The guard of Tianshu followed in with the crystal coffin and stopped carefully in the room.
A large black cloth followed the coffin, which obscured the scene inside.
Xiao Yi got up slowly.
He walked to the side of the coffin and stared at the coffin condescendingly. After standing for about a quarter of an hour, he reached out and lifted the black cloth.
There are ice cubes in the coffin.
The girl lay quietly in it, even if there was ice cubes preserved, but because of the heat of summer, the corpse had faint signs of decay, and her complexion was no longer as gorgeous as before.
Xiao Yi looked at her quietly, neither smiling nor crying.
Shiku brought the guards to the ground, crying in tears: "Humble duty and death!"
Xiao Yi pushed open the coffin lid silently.
What rushed to the face was the stench of the flesh after the rotting.
He said: "Handguards."
Shiku raised his face full of tears, and he was stunned for a while before he quickly took out the deerskin guard and presented it to him.
Xiao Yi put on his handguards and carefully examined the corpse's face.
Because the skin and flesh were rotten and stuck, it was impossible to see whether they were wearing a human skin mask.
But somehow, when facing this corpse, his emotions did not fluctuate, which was very different from the feeling of despair and collapse when Nan Jiaojiao was found in the ice cellar in the previous life.
It seemed that the person lying inside was not Nan Jiaojiao.
He knows that the eyes can deceive, but the heart does not.
Human intuition is sometimes more accurate and terrifying than analysis.
Thinking of something, he suddenly lifted the skirt and silk pants of the corpse.
He took out a sharp blade as thin as a willow leaf and carefully cut open the left knee of the corpse.
Back in the Minjiang Dragon King Temple, Nan Jiaojiao's knee was shattered by an iron rod. Even if he is now healed, there must be traces on the bones, but the left knee bone of the corpse in front of him is intact, and there is no sign of injury. .
This corpse is not Nan Jiaojiao's.
Xiao Yi took off his guard and stood up, calmly said, "Tell me your experience in Baishou Mountain carefully and again."
Shiku was infected by his emotions, looked at the coffin, and began to repeat the experience of this period of time, not daring to miss a detail.
Halfway through, he suddenly patted his head.
He took out the snow-white crystal plant from his arms: "This is a relief that was dug out from the flowerbed when the humble job went down the mountain. Although it may be useless now, but the humble job was brought back."
Xiao Yi took it.
This is the antidote of Poinsettia. It blooms every 20 years and bears every 20 years. Now there is a small fruit hanging on the branches.
He reached out his hand and touched the fruit, and with a sound of "Hum", the fruit fell from the branch and rolled onto the white jade floor tiles.
Shiku was horrified, and quickly picked it up carefully: "Master..."
Xiao Yi squeezed the fruit with his fingertips amidst the bitter cry of exclamation. The sawdust fell from his fingers, and a small sawdust pierced into his finger, oozing fine blood.
As if he could not perceive the pain, he said blankly: "Fake fruit carved from wood..."
He instructed his servant to take a soaked handkerchief and carefully wipe the plant. The snow-white paint smeared on the plant's epidermis was quickly wiped off, revealing the original green color.
Ten bitter horror: "This...isn't this an ordinary wattle tree?!"
Thinking about it carefully, when I was in Baishou Mountain, the sky was freezing all day long. This plant was covered with a thick layer of white snow. In addition, it was too precious to dare to get close, so everyone would be deceived.
Xiao Yi smashed the thorn tree fiercely.
scam!
There is no crystal coffin and no worry-relief fruit. Going to Baishou Mountain from the very beginning is a hoax set up by Poinsettia painstakingly!
The purpose is to separate him and Nan Jiaojiao!
His eyes were bloodshot: "Where are the thieves?!"
Shiku said honestly: "Master, he is still in Baishou Mountain now."
Xiao Yi seemed to be smiling, but there was no smile in his eyes.
Northern Xinjiang is barren.
Poinsettia is not profitable and cannot afford to be early. He refuses to return to Chang'an. It must be that things have not been done yet.
Nan Jiaojiao must be alive. He failed to find her, so he needs to stay there. On the other hand, he made a corpse to replace Nan Jiaojiao, and asked Shiku to get them back to Changan to make a deal with him. He completely died of that heart.
Keep saying that it is his master, keep saying that I love him...
But his behavior is arrogant to the extreme!
Hatred surged in Xiao Yi's eyes: "Preparing to drive, I want to go to Baishou Mountain-no, first Fei Ge passed the book to Xiao Sui, asking him to imprison poinsettia immediately no matter what the price is."
The flying pigeon passed the book, after all, much faster than he rode in the past.
Shiku hurriedly answered yes.
He went to prepare the flying pigeon to pass on the book, and Xiao Yi overturned the Dragon case like a vent.
He looked at the crystal coffin and dazzled his eyes, and said coldly: "Take it down and burn it."
Inner temple.
Ah Xiao lay down beside the bead curtain, listening in a daze.
He didn't understand the calculations between the emperor and the national teacher, only knew that Aniang was in danger now.
He rubbed his head, suddenly turned and ran out.
Pei Chuchu knelt down and sat on the ground with tears, his small hands were still red and swollen.
Seeing Awei Sayazi running out, she quickly got up and stopped him: "You were taught by your majesty, where are you going?"
A weak and crisp voice: "Go to Baishou Mountain to find A Niang!"
"You can't go!"
Pei Chuchu's small face was pear blossomed with rain, and his cyan eyebrows frowned slightly: "It's an adult's business to find a queen and empress. You will only add chaos. Your Majesty wants you to study hard, you should stay in the Imperial College. Because you are not good For the sake of reading, I have been troubled by you once, do you want to trouble me again?"
She has always been a model for girls of the same age of the gentry.
She has never experienced the shame of being beaten in public.
She never wanted to go through a second time.
What's more, based on her judgment, the prince's visit to Baishou Mountain will definitely cause trouble to the empress and your majesty, so it is better not to go.
A weak is unhappy: "Sister Pei, even if I stayed, I still have no intention of studying. Why do you persecute me like an old master? I think we are good friends, and good friends should support each other with courage. You can force me again. We can't be friends!"
But Pei Chuchu refused to let him go.
It wasn't until Yu Wei led the court lady in that Ah Qian was forced to give up that idea.
He glanced at Pei Chuchu unhappily, and went back to Guozijian to copy the book angrily.
That night, Xiao Yi explained the state affairs to several important officials in the DPRK and decisively went to northern Xinjiang.
After all, the Biography of Flying Pigeons couldn't make him feel at ease. He had to ask him in front of the poinsettia, how did he make the sacrifice for such a well-behaved and soft little sister.
The aristocratic families in Chang'an didn't sleep for half the night and gathered together to talk about sunflower seeds.
How long has the emperor just returned?
This ran again.
It is a blessing or a curse to stand such an infatuated emperor.
...
As it sinks, the desert is lonely.
The dusk in the grassland and Gobi always seems to be earlier than in the original.
A fast horse appeared on the old official road, galloping south.
The horseback has two shoulders and dusty shoulders, her feet are moccasin boots, and she wears a crimson gown. Her delicate and bright face is smeared with mud, but her eyes are clean and moist, like a lonely moon on the grassland.
She pulled the reins in one hand, and set up the pergola in the other to look into the distance.
A towering and dark watchtower lays between the north and the south of the heaven and the earth. The watchtower connects the left and right Great Walls and extends towards the sky, like the Milky Way drawn by the queen mother with a golden hairpin, completely separating the Dayong and the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Passing through the Great Wall is the territory of Dayong and the territory of the second brother.
Nan Baoyi smiled sweetly and yelled "drive" proudly.
The steed raised a large amount of dust on the official road, and the Dan red robe flew up and down.
She is going home...
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Good night