Ma'am, I'm afraid when you come [AA]

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Chapter 41: An Inseparable Obsession.

The dark and shiny vipers converged and quickly wriggled into a river. The wind howled and swept through the stone circle, and the sound was sharp and harsh. The stone statue of the Virgin, behind him, slowly turned, and the circular altar collapsed along the strange pattern.

The earth trembles regularly, like a pulse. Xiao Mingchen instinctively felt uncomfortable, standing unsteadily under his feet, and grabbed Xia Feng's arm on the side: "A Feng, I..." The

chaotic voices around him mixed together, merging into a treacherous music, which hit the depths of Xiao Mingchen's soul. The blood in his chest was churning, his throat was fishy, and he couldn't help but vomit a mouthful of scarlet blood.

Xia Feng tightly hugged his thin waist with one hand, allowing people to rely on their own support to stand firm, and the sword swept with the other, and the large belly snake that came forward instantly turned their heads in a different place.

The blood on Xiao Mingchen's lips landed along the corner of his clothes with a 'click', and the river of belly snakes seemed to be greatly stimulated, and squirmed forward madly and violently.

"Ah! Qian Shan shot quickly, shouting blindly while picking his sword. After a while, most of the snakes were hacked and killed by her.

"Your Highness, Your Highness, don't think about it, take a deep breath. Xia Feng saw Xiao Mingchen's eyes scattered, whispered in his ear, and led people to lean towards the altar.

Xiao Mingchen's sleeves were full of blood, and he didn't want to get on Xia Feng's body. He stretched out his hand, held the altar, stood up straight with strength, and said weakly: "A Feng, there is something under this altar." His

blood-stained fingers pressed in front of the stone statue of the Virgin, and the blood stained the skirt of the statue, and there was a rumbling sound under the altar.

"Qianshan! Xia Feng seemed to have a sense of it, grabbed Xiao Mingchen, and led him to fly out of the altar, but in an instant, the entire altar exploded.

The gravel mixed with the blood and flesh of the pit viper splashed, setting off a bloody storm. The entire stone circle was filled with an indescribable fishy smell. The three jumped under the stone wall and barely escaped the rain of snakes.

"Wow. A sparse snake corpse was thrown to Qian Shan's side, and she couldn't hold back any longer, holding the stone wall and spitting out the darkness.

The soldiers guarding the periphery heard the sound and entered, and the fierce wind picked up Qian Shan, glanced at the center of the altar, and endured the nausea: "Great Shuai, the altar has been blown open, and the things underneath... Like some barbarian thing.

Xia Feng squatted under the stone wall, grabbed Xiao Mingchen's shoulders with both hands, and tried to help him up. But when I saw that the human demon was stunned, his pupils were diffused and godless, his pale face was bloody, and the whole person seemed to have lost his life.

"Your Highness, Your Highness. Xia Feng shook him hard a few times, seeing that there was no reaction at all, he dipped his handkerchief in wine and patted his white and transparent cheek, "Xiao Mingchen, you look at me, don't think about it!"

Xiao Mingchen was drowsy and immersed in the void dream, and in a trance heard Xia Feng's shout, anxious, concerned.

He struggled for a long time, his eyes slowly focused, he only felt that his head was cracking, and his mouth was about to pull his nerves.

"What the hell is wrong? Xia Feng was relieved to see that the person finally reacted.

"I," Xiao Mingchen struggled to stand up, feeling weak, "I don't know, I just feel that this altar seems to have an inexplicable power." The moment Fang blew up, I felt... All limbs and bones were blown up.

Xia Feng then remembered that there was something under the altar, and ordered: "Li Feng, take people down to take a look."

Xiao Mingchen endured the headache and fatigue, and stood up straight: "A Feng, you say, can the witchcraft of the Qiang people control people's minds?"

"What do you ask this for?" Xia Feng hesitated, "The Qiang people are different from the Central Plains, and witchcraft is popular in the depths of the desert. Many mysterious techniques are true and false and cannot be explained.

"Fang Cai, the moment the altar blew up, I felt that my mind was in a trance out of control. Xiao Mingchen looked at the damaged and dilapidated altar, "Let them be careful, my intuition tells me that the things inside are not safe."

"Fierce wind, the Qiang witchcraft can't be prevented, put away the Qiang for me." Xia Feng shouted to the fierce wind of Hang'er Langdang, turned his head to look at Xiao Mingchen, and said seriously: "There are some things, believe it, and if you don't believe it, you don't have it." His Highness has always been mentally tough and not disturbed by foreign objects, even if he really has the art of controlling people's hearts, why not?

Xiao Mingchen was surprised, and there was a faint hint of imperceptible joy on his pale face: "Do you really think so?

"You've always been the only one who lied to me, have I ever lied to you?" Xia Feng's handsome moth raised his eyebrows, his eyes looked at him with trust, encouragement and joy, and chuckled: "I think, your Royal Highness King Ning has no other shortcomings except for some young masters who are a little weaker, except for idleness."

"You..." Xiao Mingchen smiled, "I'll change it."

"Great handsome, it's full of snakes. Li Feng jumped onto the ground and panted and gestured with his hand, "The largest one is a foot thick, thanks to his subordinates to hide quickly, otherwise it will be swallowed alive."

"But something else?" Xia Feng said.

"Yes, the big snake is encircling a box, and the subordinates can't open it after trying it, so take a look." The soldier behind Li Feng held out a bloodstained box.

The small box made of bronze, looking at its shape, is in line with the consistent aesthetics of the steppe people, strange and peculiar.

The box was still stained with snake blood, Xia Feng made nausea sick, and waved his hand: "Take it aside, is the big snake dead?"

"No, my subordinates heard that the Qiang people's things are very spiritual, and who knows if they cut down the big snake will be retributed, so they only took the box under it." Li Feng touched his head, "The underground tunnel extends in all directions, it ran away, do you want to chase?"

"No, let the brethren withdraw." Xia Feng shook his head, "Who knows what pickles are underneath, it's not worth risking for it." "

That small box doesn't look amazing, but the knife can't crack, the fire burns without a trace, and the fierce wind has used countless methods, and it is still stubborn.

Xia Feng pounced on Xiao Mingchen, brought tea and water, and insisted on feeding him medicine personally. Xiao Mingchen couldn't help but give her what to eat, but she didn't let her feed herself medicine.

He blocked the spoon that Xia Feng stretched out to his face, took the medicine bowl and drank it, and said with a smile to Li Feng, who was studying the side: "Show it to me." The

outside of the box and any locking mechanism, Xiao Mingchen carefully rubbed along the flat pattern, and carefully looked at it for a long time: "I have never been to the northwest and entered the desert before, but I always feel that this pattern is very familiar."

"Could it be that your mother left something in the palace?" You saw it as a child and then forgot it. Xia Feng asked rather cautiously.

The matter of the holy daughter, she still hasn't thought about how to talk to Xiao Mingchen.

Xiao Mingchen shook his head: "No, my mother, she has not entered the palace."

Xia Feng was incredulous: "That..." "

She met her father in the hunting palace, and after giving birth to me, she died in the hunting palace. I never understood that my father and emperor were obsessed with their mother, so why didn't he bury her without even a crown grave?

Xiao Mingchen stood up, took two steps, and stood in front of Xia Feng. He is thin and tall, his eyes are sharp, and if he is not seriously ill or happy and sad on weekdays, it is difficult for others to see his sickness.

Xia Feng raised his head and looked at those good-looking eyes for a long time, and hesitated: "Twenty years ago in the winter, the Holy Daughter of the Qiang tribe died on the top of Ke Wolf Mountain.

"I guess it is. Xiao Mingchen's expression was calm, "The tablet under the hunting palace has no birth and death dates, and the father and emperor should know that she died, but I don't know when." She died in the desert, who told her father?

"Wang Mao! Xia Feng cut the railway, "Fifteen years ago, the northwest army's grain and grass was cut off, my father was conscripted into Beijing, and the Qiang army was crazy to attack the city as if it knew in advance, and my mother fought with her life to hold it, so she blocked the Qiang army from entering the customs. It must be Sheng Jing's fine work, this person, except for Wang Mao, don't do what he wants! "

Wang Mao...," Xiao Mingchen muttered, "Half of the rivers and mountains are in his pocket, holding the Son of Heaven to order the princes for more than ten years, but he is colluding with foreign enemies, what exactly does he want to do?"

"Can't figure it out. Xia Feng secretly made a look, and Li Feng quietly held the box and ran out, without making the slightest sound.

She stood up and put her arm around Xiao Mingchen's waist: "How do I think you are in good health?"
His Royal Highness
King Ning did not go up at all, nodded, and said seriously: "After eating, rest for a while, much better." Regardless of the purpose, Wang Mao has now become a grasshopper after autumn, and he will not be able to jump for long. We have been deep in the desert for so many days, and we don't know what happened to the Jiangnan war? "

With Yan Lin watching, what kind of mess can happen," Xia Feng said unhappily, "You worry so much all day, aren't you tired?"

"Whatever I do, I'm always used to guessing all the surprises that might happen to make sure I don't hold my feet on the ground." Xiao Mingchen lowered his head close to her forehead and said with a smile: "For example, on the way to the northwest, I guessed what to do if Xia Guogong knew about you and me and did not agree." "

Whatever about him, if you don't agree, endure it," Xia Feng pouted, "It's not him who marries his daughter-in-law."

"Ah Feng, how can I say that it is also your father, but it can't be like this. Xiao Mingchen kept a hugging position funny, half supported and half hugged her to the side of the bed, "Not to mention the words of the parents' fate, in the future, if you don't look up and see you, wouldn't it be embarrassing if you didn't have your father's consent."

Xia Feng then found that this man looked at Wen Weak, and actually had two points of strength, and raised his hand to tug at his belt: "You go with me to the sideline camp, and don't stay in Huaiyuan to hinder his old man's eyes." "

Xiao Mingchen's pedantic and old-fashioned essence is usually hidden without a trace, and it will be exposed every time at this time. He hid with a red face, holding down the fingers that touched into his clothes: "I'll figure it out over there from your father, don't worry, I will let him happily agree to our marriage." "

This kind of thing, it is not good for him to refuse Xia Feng, after all, the two of them have to live a lifetime, and in the desert, Xiao Mingchen just vomited blood during the day.

Xia Feng saw that he was being teased by himself, and very kindly took out his hand and helped him tie his clothes belt.

Xiao Mingchen is a person who has made himself to the extreme, and it is the first time that someone has made this job. He pinched his messy fingers, lowered his head and added two strokes to the tip of his tongue, and then kissed Xia Feng's snickering lips.

The bitter medicinal smell on his body seemed to be immersed in the bones, and Xia Feng used to dislike soup medicine the most, but she suddenly fell in love with this taste, which made her obsessed and unable to give up.