"Lord, the things are here."

A black sword case with a reddish tint.

A clay pot tied with three layers of grass cloth inside and three outside.

Xie Qi walked to the pottery pot with one foot deep and one foot shallow. Under Ning Yan's confused and searching eyes, he looked at her with sadness and sympathy, and took a deep breath: "Tunan, Xie has lived up to his righteousness this time.

I entrusted you to bring Xingning here."

The soft words fell like thunder in Ning Yan's ears.

The explosion caused a constant buzzing in her mind, and everything went blank. The world seemed to be spinning upside down in front of her eyes, depriving her of the ability to speak.

Her body seemed to have its own consciousness, and she tried to stand up and step forward, but her knees were unable to support her, and she fell back with a bang. After a while, she finally felt the stinging pain coming from her knees.

Eyes filled with tears.

"Xingning, Xingning... Xingning is back?"

Shen Tang, who was sitting at the top, also stood up in shock.

"Yan Xingning?"

Xie Qi looked at Ning Yan's appearance and vaguely understood why Ning Yan's literary style and literary monogram were so similar to Yan'an's. It was because she was obsessed with forgetting that person. He told the whole story: "There was a meeting a few days ago.

The palace chamberlain came to the door and entrusted this thing to me. The chamberlain was grateful for Xingning's kindness, so he risked his own life and worked with several colleagues to hide Xingning's body."

Speaking of the chamberlain, I still feel sad.

The current situation is still in the temporary palace, and there is almost no possibility of survival. Because once Zheng Qiao loses, with the hatred of the Dragon Slaying Bureau coalition forces towards Zheng Qiao and the anger of the people towards this tyrant, the massacre of the palace is almost certain.

Things, alas.

The people will only clap their hands and say good things.

On the other side, Ning Yan calmed down her turbulent emotions.

She wiped her tears upwards, and only her red eyes proved her recent gaffe. She saluted the thank you vessel: "Thank you for sending Xingning here. I will repay you for your great kindness in this life!"

She didn't know much about Xie Qi, but she knew that Xie Qi had been very tactful when he was a student in his youth. He could play both sides and avoid trouble easily. As for the return of Xingning's bones, it was understandable that the risk was high, but he did it.

How could Ning Yan not be grateful?

He avoided thanking him: "Why should I say thank you for being a classmate?"

Ning Yan was focused on the clay pot and didn't care about the contents of the sword box at all, but she couldn't resist Shen Tang's curiosity. She squatted next to the sword box, frowning and thinking: "What's in the sword box?"

Of course there is a sword in the sword case.

It’s just that the owner of this sword is Mi Tai Jian.

Xie Qi said: "It's a broken sword."

Ning Yan mistakenly thought that the sword box was also a relic of Xingning, and wondered: "Broken sword? But Xingning's broken sword was given to me a long time ago."

She also looked for a swordsmith to recast the broken sword as her daughter's sword, so that she could inherit her late father's legacy.

By chance, she learned that Bai Su was excellent at making swords. She even came to the house with her daughter and Chongli to ask Bai Su to take action. Bai Su said that it was a pity that the sword was broken. If he wanted to restore it, he would need some auxiliary materials. Because Ning Yan's daughter had not yet condensed her literary heart and Chongli.

There's no rush to cast it.

Xie Qi forced himself to laugh: "Haha, it's not Xingning's broken sword, uh, it is, it's Zheng Nujiao's..."

Shen Tang pricked up his ears: "Nvjiao?"

Which lady did she think she was, Ning Yan's close friend?

Xie Qi whispered: "Zheng Qiao."

When Ning Yan heard the words "Zheng Nujiao", she knew it was Zheng Qiao. Her face suddenly turned cold and her eyes were filled with murderous intent.

"Why did he put his broken sword in my hands?"

Xie Qi also said: "Who knows? How can ordinary people like us guess the thoughts of a madman? He asked me to give it away, so I gave it away... It's up to you to do with it. It's better to lose sight of it, or to melt it and recast it.

, it’s all up to you... After all, it is made of fine iron that the banquet master has worked hard to find. It would be a pity to lose it..."

Ning Yan ignored his persuasion: "Lost it."

No matter how far she was thrown, she felt sick just by looking at her!

Shen Tang knocked on the sword box with his fingers, his expression sometimes confused and sometimes confused. When he heard that Ning Yan didn't want this thing, he said: "Tunan wants to lose it? If you really don't want it, I will pick it up."

Ning Yan said: "This object is unlucky."

She thought that her lord was reluctant to part with the fine iron sword.

"For some reason, I always feel that this sword should not be thrown away. The aura on it...is a bit strange..."

I just couldn't tell what was strange at the moment. Shen Tang opened the sword box as he spoke, and there was indeed a broken sword neatly placed inside. The scabbard was made of fish skin, and a Ruyi sword tassel was attached. The sword body lying next to the scabbard was broken into pieces.

Three copies, the cold light is fierce, and the sword intent invades the flesh.

Ning Yan knew at just one glance that this was indeed Zheng Qiao's sword, and moved her eyes away in disgust, but her lord's words made her a little concerned. Seeing Shen Tang about to reach out, she hurriedly intercepted: "My lord - be careful with this sword.

what is the problem--"

I don’t believe what Zheng Qiao gave me is a good thing.

Xie Qi said: "It shouldn't be poisonous."

He walked out of the palace with this sword in his bare hands.

If there was poison on it, he would have died long ago.

Shen Tang shook his head: "It's not poison..."

She looked at the sword and thought for a long time, trying to describe the feeling: "This sword... it seems to be alive... something is moving, but it is trapped in the sword and cannot come out. Tunan, Shizang, Dawei

, do you feel this way?"

The three people named shook their heads.

No matter how they looked at it, it was just an ordinary broken sword, or a broken sword that had not been properly maintained.

Shen Tang was puzzled: "It shouldn't be..."

Indicating Ning Yan not to worry, she held the hilt of the sword with one hand and the scabbard with the other, and waited for a long time. Shen Tang raised the hand on the hilt: "It's right here! There's something in here!"

Ning Yan suggested: "Let General Bai come and take a look?"

Bai Su is proficient in casting, so he may be able to discern some tricks.

Shen Tang put the sword hilt and scabbard back into the sword case, but never moved his eyes away: "Okay, let Shaoxuan come and take a look."

Unexpectedly, Bai Su couldn't see the problem either.

After asking around, only Shen Tang felt this way.

Shen Tang: "..."
Chapter completed!