C7 Suspected cloud appearance

The yellow embroidered curtain of the apricot flowers only opened a little. His eyes were like pearls in the dark night, sparkling with a dazzling brilliance.

"You are a member of the Queen's family …" Her gaze swept past the Shura and she laughed softly. Her laughter shook one's soul. "Am I right?"

The Shura was not surprised. The belt she had today was embroidered with the harem's badge. As long as one was not blind, one would be able to tell that she was not a common person in White Luo, but a noble of the Gold Phoenix Clan who was blood related to the Phoensis in the Phoenix Empire.

The girl called Tao Kai slowly flushed. She regretted that she had made such a quick move. As long as she took a closer look, she would be able to tell that this girl in front of her wasn't the wild girl she was talking about.

She stealthily looked towards the Shura. She was really blind, why didn't she see this girl earlier … This girl was actually very beautiful. Her hair was actually even shinier than the finest black silk from Rakshasi. How could her skin surpass the snow that was sprinkling down from the skies at this moment? Furthermore, why did it seem like the golden belt with the leopard emblem on it was laughing at him? What was even more infuriating was the pair of deerskin boots. The smooth texture of the fur made them look very different from ordinary ones. Even the princess' pair of boots was almost incomparable to them.

"Reporting to the princess, I am the queen's sister, Rong Xiuluo."

"So it's the Queen's second sister, the Rong Family's second lady …" That eye revealed a smile, "Tao Kai, quickly apologize to Rong Family's second miss!"

Tao Kai walked over to the Shura unwillingly and bowed: "Greetings to Second Young Miss, I am Tao Kai. Please forgive me Second Young Miss."

"I spoilt the servant Tao Kai, Second Young Miss, don't be like a wild girl like her."

"How could the Shura? Princess, don't worry. The Shura charged into the princess' sacred carriage, I hope the princess will be lenient. " The Shura smiled and returned the long whip to Tao Kai.

The embroidered curtain fell, and the eyes disappeared.

The Shura stood still by the roadside, respectfully escorting his carriage before slowly moving forward, suddenly frowning.

"Miss, what's wrong?"

"Zhao Hui, did you hear anything?"

"I don't have any …" Zhao Hui looked around, only Xue Luo was silent, she felt that the Miss's expression was strange.

The Shura turned around and suddenly raised his hand. A rock whizzed out and hit the snow-covered poplar tree. The next moment, a white figure floated up and disappeared without a trace.

"Ah, an assassin?" Xiao Luan shouted in shock.

"No …" Probably the princess' secret guard. " The Shura laughed, this hidden guard called Yu Guang was rather interesting. Why didn't he just show up?

"Let's go, to the Phoenix Maiden Palace." She walked quickly towards the depths of the palace. However, she couldn't help but be suspicious. It seemed like there wasn't a single person in the princess' carriage …

Fengyi Palace was not luxurious, but it had a different kind of magnificence. Within the palace, a massive parasol tree was like a canopy that supported the heavens. Its branches intertwined and spread out like an umbrella.

At this moment, the white snow fluttered in the air. As soon as the crystalline snowflakes touched the Wutong tree, they turned into mist. There was not even the slightest bit of snow on the treetop.

"Miss, this is the holy tree, right?" Xiao Luan raised her head and stared at the purple parasol tree without moving, as if she was in a dream.

"That's right, this is the sacred tree that attracted phoenix spirit a thousand years ago."

"Will the tung flowers on the tree never fade?" Zhao Hui was also dumbstruck.

"Will not... "But …" The Shura bit his lips. If the phoenix spirit could not be fully gathered, the holy tree would also wither, right?

She shook her head irritably. The inner hall had already ignited its glazed lamp, reflecting the snow outside with a blinding light. She looked out of the carved windows, and she didn't know when there were already squads of silent soldiers outside the palace.

Most of the palace maids had disappeared, leaving behind only two extremely old palace maids. They trembled as they asked questions, and pulled out the head palace maid. It was an old mama who hurriedly greeted the Shura: "This old servant Jiang greets Second Miss!"

"No need to be so courteous, where is Little Bridge and Wen Yue?" Xiao Qiao and Wen Yue were personal palace maids that Big Sis took away from the harem, but at this moment, they were nowhere to be seen.

"This... This old servant doesn't know. " The mama's eyes darted away, not daring to look at the Shura. The second lady's eyes were bright and clear, as if she could see into the hearts of others, causing her to feel fearful. The queen had not yet returned, and then the entire Phoenix-Palace had suddenly become as cold as a prison. She had been in the palace for many years, and she had crawled her way here, knowing the truth that the less she knew, the longer she would live.

"You really don't know?"

"This …" The mama hesitated for a moment before looking at the Shura's expression. Trembling, she released her courage. "This old servant really doesn't know. Second Miss can only ask the Phoenix King …"

"Is that so?" The Shura gave her a faint smile before entering the inner chamber. Zhao Hui and Xiao Luan looked towards each other and understood. They affectionately and affectionately walked over and each held her hand, and the mama asked many questions, gradually bringing her out of the private room.

The interior room was decorated elegantly. There was an ivory bed with a purple canopy hanging down. There were two phoenixes and the sun embroidered on the bed. They were folded randomly and were a bit messy. The two brocades were rumpled and not neatly arranged. It was obvious that they had been searched.

The Shura approached the dressing table. The copper mirror was like water, reflecting her deeply furrowed eyebrows. She then opened the jewelry box. The pearl hairpin that her sister had worn when she married was still there, but it was still in perfect condition. The Shura's fingers lightly brushed against the dazzling hairpin ring, slowly resting on a jade hairpin.

It was elder sister's favorite hairpin. The hairpin was made from an extremely rare Heaven Mountain Jade. The hairpin was titled as a string of pearls the size of a grain of rice. It was extremely exquisite. He did not know when, but his sister had worn it on her head, almost never leaving him.

The Shura pondered for a moment, then took out a small embroidered box from his belt. He then turned the mechanism, revealing several blue beads that flickered with a ghostly light.

She used her finger to lightly throw a pearl. Without any hesitation, she threw it onto the ground, causing the pearl to shatter into thousands of pieces. The mist of light condensed in the air like a broken mirror.

"Time Pearl, oh Time Pearl, please be effective!"

The Shura prayed silently. This Time Pearl was a treasure that she had spent great effort to buy from the Canglang boat. It was said that it could be used for a short period of time. She wouldn't have believed it if the fat seller hadn't demonstrated it on the spot.

Shadow after shadow began to appear in the mirror, first the Shura's hand lightly brushing the pearl hairpin, then the armored soldiers coming and going, rummaging around the room, opening and closing the jewelry box. After a while, the figure of a woman gradually appeared, and the jade pendant in her ear lightly trembled.

"It's elder sister!" The Shura's entire body was concentrated, afraid of missing a single shadow.

Rong Miaowei leaned on the mirror, her eyes shining like water.

Was she crying?

The Shura leaned close to the mirror, vaguely hearing her voice. "You shouldn't have come …"

What was that other muffled voice saying? The Shura wanted to hear it clearly, but it was useless.

"Go! "Go far away, I can't see you again …" Her voice suddenly grew louder.

"Exquisite …" When he heard his sister's name, his voice weakened again.

It was a man's voice!

Was it the Phoenix King?

The Shura secretly rejected this idea. The man's voice was younger.

"Someone's coming. Let's go!" "Hurry up and leave!" The older sister's voice became panicked, and she stretched out a hand towards the older sister:

"Come with me!"

Wait, what else did she see? It seemed to be a mole or an imprint on his palm...

Crash! *

Thousands of pieces of the mirror suddenly fell from the sky, landing on the ground and producing a clear echo.

All the images disappeared!

The mama disregarded Zhao Hui and Xiao Luan's obstruction and rushed in. When she saw the debris on the ground, she immediately felt heartache. "Second Miss, did you break something? If the Phoenix King blames us, this old servant will not be able to afford it! "

The Shura tidied up his belt as if nothing had happened and smiled sweetly, "How can you let this mama bear the consequences? Go and report to the Phoenix King, I want to meet him! "

As the snowy light dimmed inch by inch, the glazed lamps of the Hall of Phoenixes seemed to light up. The light that seeped in gave the cold hall a trace of warmth.

Xiao Luan continuously stomped her feet: "Young miss, it's so cold!" The Miss ignored her and stared into the bronze mirror in a daze.

That old nanny had said that she was going to report to the Phoenix King that, for some reason, she had left three people behind in the Hall of Phoenixes, and the soldiers outside were not allowed to leave. It was as if she was imprisoned. Her feet hurt and her stomach growled.

"Everyone says that the palace is good, but the way I see it, the palace is extremely cold, it doesn't look like a place for a single person at all, it's even worse than our harem …" She could only mutter to herself softly. She was afraid that the young miss would be annoyed by her, so Zhao Hui could only resent her for being so noisy.

After an unknown period of time, two palace maids finally came with food. They were like mutes, shaking their heads no matter how much they asked. They put down the dishes and left in a flurry, as if they were going to be extremely unlucky if they walked a little slower.