But the chessboard and chess pieces are slowly moving on their own.

The Changting Pavilion is deserted and looks quite lonely.

The prince kneaded the fragments of the gauze scarf on his fingertips and laughed softly: "If you just fight like this, Bai Jiao will never win you in your life."

He moved the chess pieces.

The opponent continued to play chess, and the killing power was already overflowing.

The prince no longer played chess. He stared at this extremely ferocious chess scale jade plate, smiled and shook his head, and threw himself into his hands and admitted defeat.

Li Baijiao slowly raised his head, looked up at the spring through the gauze curtains at the corners of the eaves, and the soft light shone on the earth. The Changting and the young His Highness projected a slender shadow together...

The pavilion is dark and very shady.

He slowly twisted the scarf and let go of his hands. The scarf actually floated on the dark chessboard.

The prince sat opposite the chessboard, and the light rays turned, and an "old man" seemed to condense on the opposite side.

"A few days ago, Mr. Chen Yuan wrote to himself." The prince murmured softly, "He asked me for his ex-Ping Yaosi Grand Secretary, the head of Long Huang..."

Speaking of this, the prince's smile was a little helpless.

"This general, how dare you ask for someone from this palace... It seems that your condition is beginning to improve."

Li Baijiao slowly stood up.

He came to the dark house of the teahouse,

A red gauze scarf floated all the way, as if there was invisible force to lift the pendant, but it was different from the path the prince was walking... The red gauze scarf floated and hung, bypassing the light, slowly moved from the shade of the tree, and finally came to the tea room one after another.

This is where Mr. Yuan Chun hid tea back then.

Li Baijiao slowly pushed open the door.

After the staff were dismissed, the entire teahouse was vacant. At this moment, the sound of pushing the door was distant and ancient.

The prince hasn't been here for a long time.

When I opened the door, what caught my eye was two rows of wooden racks filled with talisman bottles and jars.

Li Baijiao went straight into the room, walked to the end of the room, and slowly knelt down. In front of him was the place where Teacher Yuan Chun meditated and drank tea during his lifetime.

The prince moved the futon away and gently lifted the seventh brick and wood. Here is the secret lattice for placing "Nanhua Tea".

And under the darkness... there are deeper mechanisms.

Li Baijiao exerted his force gently, knocking the secret lattice mechanism, the entire tea room trembled slightly, and the smoke and dust scattered gently. The row of wooden frames close to the stone wall moved and flipped, revealing a slender and deep corridor.

The prince stood in front of the corridor, and he took out a fire note from the shelf and shook it gently.

Golden flames rose in this dark room.

This is the crown fire ignited with imperial power, which is enough to illuminate all illusions and darkness. The entire tea room is instantly filled with light - and the floating red scarf trembled violently in the blazing firelight, making a painful whistle.

Finally, it became annihilated into ashes and slowly drifted away.

The prince holding the light in his hand, with a expressionless face, walked towards the depths of the corridor.

The deepest and darkest secret room in the sky is not the "Supervision Department Prison".

But this teahouse mansion shrouded in light.

No one expected that under the shroud of light, such an extremely dark and purely cold "prison" would be piled up, and the black and gold jade pillars would be wrapped in three layers inside and out.

If you look down from a high altitude, you will find that the Spring Breeze Teahouse is an area directed by the iron light.

The design of the entire prison is very simple, because the domineering imperial power suppressed everything... The prince held the irreducible "Crown Fire" and illuminated the entire prison.

He sat down slowly and looked into the cage.

A dead old figure sat cross-legged in the last dark corner that was unlit. The rich shadows undulate like a tide, and a strange lotus bloomed under him.

That was an old man.

The old man seemed to be holding something in his arms... He lowered his head and maintained a tearing and biting posture, and he didn't know how long it took.

Li Baijiao slowly raised the "Crown Fire".

The last ray of darkness was illuminated.

Deep in the prison, the black lotus Yuan Chun closed his eyes in pain, his pale skin was burned out of black smoke, and in his arms, he was holding a young woman with white and naked porcelain.

There are two narrow blood holes on the woman's neck, and blood flows out.

She is not dead yet.

But... it's not far from death.

The former Tai Yaosi, the head of Long Huang, was lying in the arms of the master like a doll, and she could mercenary. She looked up at the bouquet of the crown fire, her pupils were dark, full of despair and silence.

What the prince said when he was playing chess before was clearly conveyed to this underground room.

"When the black lotus chooses to fall with the evil ghosts... I don't know if you are still the teacher of the past."

The prince whispered: "Bai Jiao hopes you can do a favor."

"I don't have much time. In the last time... I have to sit on the True Dragon Emperor."

In the dark house, a strong wind swept through and poured out of the cage.

A little crown fire not only did not extinguish, but burned even more vigorously.

Although Li Baijiao's thin body was thin, it stood like a bamboo, firmly nailed to the ground without moving at all.

The black lotus is swaying violently by the fire of the crown.

The old man held the white porcelain woman in his arms tightly, but gave no response.

The prince sighed.
Chapter completed!