In the Underground Palace of the Imperial Tomb, an extremely brand-new hall.

The atmosphere fell into dead silence.

The beauty with autumn eyes has a purple sword floating on her shoulder.

A girl with peach blossom eyes holding a broken arm.

There is also a busty female gentleman with snow-white eyes and a cheerful wind lingering around his clothes.

Facing the empty new layout of the main hall.

The air between the three women was somewhat solid.

Zhao Qian'er kept mumbling, but finally bit her lip, lowered her head, and did not explode the uncontrollable emotions in her chest to question Miss and Mr. Zhu.

The broken arm in his arms seemed to feel the strength of the girl's arms hugging him tightly.

Blood dripped in strands and fell on the cold floor.

Beside, Zhao Lingfei's pretty face was tense, and she turned her head sharply at the first moment, staring straight at the huge dragon coffin in the center of the hall.

Zhu Yourong's reaction was also different from that of the two women.

Her figure instantly appeared in front of the tomb passage leading from the main hall to the apse.

At this time, the pile of rubble here that had not been moved away by her and the tall, thin old man had been cleared away.

And Zhu Yourong remembered that at that time, their spiritual sense detected that there was a group of weak women in the back hall. At that time, they only thought that they were poor concubines who were imprisoned in the imperial mausoleum and buried with the emperor of the world.

But now it seems...

Zhu Yourong lowered his head and looked at the vague traces of footsteps on the ground. He immediately raised his head, and the wind blew up under his feet, and his figure disappeared again.

Almost at the same time, in the side hall not far away, the figure of a woman in Confucian robes suddenly appeared.

Her snow-white, cold eyes glanced around...

After a moment's rest, Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qian'er in the main hall saw Zhu Youran returning empty-handed, her brows still furrowed.

The clouds of doubt are hard to dispel.

The atmosphere became quiet again.

Xiao Qian'er's voice was hoarse and she said: "Miss, Mr. Zhu... where is Brother Rong'er." She lowered her head.

Zhao Lingfei closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

Zhu Youran also felt that something was wrong between the two women.

She pondered: "Not long ago, Ziyu was in this hall, and I supported him with my own hands as he lay on the dragon coffin... right here."

She walked to the clean dragon coffin, pointed to a location, and whispered: "I suspect... this matter is related to the imprisoned women in the apse next to it. They... are also missing."

Zhu Yourong then explained to the two women what happened to the women in the back hall and what she knew.

"But judging from the current signs...if these women, whose identities are now doubtful, took Ziyu away first, then this main hall is so brand-new and there are no traces left, which is a bit unreasonable."

Zhu Yourong's snowy eyes narrowed, "And there is no sign of them leaving outside the main hall... There are so many of them, and they have to bring Tzuyu who is seriously injured and bleeding..."

"It's like disappearing into thin air in this hall."

She concluded in a deep voice.

Xiao Qian'er stood there with her head lowered and was extremely quiet, but the pink fists under her sleeves were already clenched and trembling slightly.

Leaving the seriously injured Brother Rong'er here alone... and leaving the unstable factor of a strange woman beside him...

Xiao Qian'er now really wants to say something to this Mr. Zhu.

However, at this moment, a hand stretched out from the side and pressed on Zhao Qian'er's hand who was about to raise his head.

It was the equally quiet Concubine Zhao Ling.

She stopped her maid in advance.

He gently pulled Xiao Qian'er behind him, then turned to Zhu Yourong and nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Yourong suddenly felt guilty.

She explained with an apologetic expression: "Miss Ling Fei, Miss Qian'er, I..."

However, Zhao Lingfei shook her head, interrupted her explanation, lowered her eyes and said: "It's okay, Mr. Zhu, you have done your best. As a teacher... you have done enough for Ziyu."

Zhu Yourong paused.

If the person who came here at this time was not the snow-eyed Nascent Soul, but the real body, then you could see her slightly narrowed pupils and slightly stiff face after hearing the words.

The last words that Ziyu's childhood sweetheart and the wife of the wife just said sounded like comfort, but they also sounded like...

"Sister Ling Fei, I'm sorry, the jade bi's spiritual energy was exhausted at that time, so I had to disperse the projection first..."

The usually quiet and elegant female academy teacher now began to explain in a panic, and even the words "Sister Ling Fei" subconsciously blurted out.

Maybe it's because she subconsciously doesn't like the generation gap between Tzuyu and the women around him. After all, she has always gotten along with Tzuyu as a 'confidant friend'.

This is how Zhu Yourong explained himself to this idea in his heart.

However, she accidentally said it at this time. She immediately stopped and realized that something was wrong.

But it was too late.

In front of her, Zhao Lingfei, who was turning around, suddenly turned back.

"Mr. Zhu."

Three words.

The tone is a bit heavy.

Zhu Yourong called her sister, but she didn't call Zhu Yourong sister.

Concubine Zhao Ling doesn't want to be anyone's sister.

She is the older sister, and it also depends on whether she is in a good mood at the time and whether she is willing to nod in agreement with a younger sister...

"You have already done enough. Qian'er and I will take our place. Thank you for taking your time. As for the next step, Qian'er and I will do it."

Zhao Lingfei's tone softened a little later, as if the stress on the three words just mentioned was accidentally shouted out of desperation.

She glanced sideways and gestured: "Qian'er."

Xiao Qian'er was silent for a while, then took a step forward and said softly: "Thank you, Mr. Zhu."

Zhu Yourong's breathing was slightly suffocated.

Zhao Lingfei, who had always been very talkative before, and Xiao Qian'er, who had vaguely explained to her not long ago, gave her a clear sense of exclusion and alienation at this moment.

Let her become an outsider for a while.

This was obviously Zhu Yourong's snow-eyed Nascent Soul clone without a heart, but at this moment she suddenly felt her heart twitch violently.

I don't know if the heart of the real body in the academy is hurting at the same time.

Ziyu was seriously injured and disappeared, leaving Zhu Yourong filled with self-blame and heartache.

It's like being cut into the heart with a dull knife.

Zhu Yourong closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I'm afraid not, Miss Ling Fei, Miss Qian'er." She said suddenly.

Zhao Lingfei and Zhao Qianer paused.

Not far away, Li Bai, who was stroking his chin and thinking about something, couldn't help but look sideways at the busty female gentleman from the academy.

"I'm here on behalf of the academy. The academy is partly responsible for what happened to Tzuyu this time. On behalf of all the teachers and students in the academy, I must find Tzuyu and bring him back intact."

At this moment, Zhu Yourong's face had calmed down and he said seriously to the two girls.

After all, she was not the cowardly "follow her heart" Su Xiaoxiao, who ran away aggrievedly when encountering the "high-level predator" who possessed Zhao Lang, or pretended to be stupid and cute with tears in her eyes.

She is Zhu Yourong.

The first-class Confucian scholar, Mr. Lanhua, who is popular among the scholars of Linlu Academy, is also... Ziyu's close calligraphy friend.

She can actually be a 'high-level predator'...

At this moment, Zhu Yourong and Zhao Lingfei looked at each other.

Something was wrong with the atmosphere at this time.

Even a little...nervous.

At least that's what the melon-eating Li Bai thinks.

In fact, even though he was a bachelor, he couldn't see any sparks in the conflict between the two women.

But the man holding the sword always felt that the words the young lady and the busty female gentleman from the academy just said seemed to have something to say, and they were testing each other's moves...

Well, the twists and turns between women are inherently tortuous and difficult to guess, not to mention that they involve the struggle for the same man. The complexity simply increases exponentially, and it has indeed become the majority of women in the world.

The main storylines in the love story books between men and women are as colorful as you can imagine.

Li Bai sighed, feeling a little troubled.
To be continued...