Due to Lu Qiange's sudden appearance, the situation instantly reversed.

The masked man holding the flute on his chest, glanced sideways at the steel nails embedded in the trunk. Then he turned and squinted directly at its owner.

Interesting! Were you two going to fight against one?

The western tribes ordered a great number of secret contacts in Da Yi. When Lu Qiange arrived in the capital, he had already known the truth of the dummy case in the Palace.

Tonight, not long after he came out of the inside Palace where he met friends, he heard the awe-inspiring flute sounded by someone in a way of thousand-mile-sound-transmission.

Having heard the sound, he happened to see that members of the Eastern Depot were attacking the masked man from all sides.

Lu Qiange hid in the dark to watch the battle. He was very excited when seeing Leng Qingtang fighting with that secret man fiercely.

Meanwhile, he knew that this time Commander-in-chief of the Eastern Depot met the true rival. If no one helped him, perhaps no outcomes would be produced until dawn.

Therefore, when the two were separated, he decisively threw three weapons.

Fifty meters away, the masked man and Lu Qiange smiled after meeting each other's eyes, and said with ulterior motives.

"Prince of the Western Tribes, the 'Deer Blood Sword' in your hand is a good match for you."

Lu Qiange's eyes immediately turned cold, and he slashed from the air towards the masked man, as if there had been red light and his spirit had been imbued with supreme heroism.

Now Leng Qingtang just wanted to make a quick fight. Seeing Lu Qiange swinging his sword, he also rushed forward to carry the sword like the wind, and joined forces with Lu Qiange to fight against the masked man.

Under the moonlight, red and white rays of light soared into the sky. The light of swords was like fire and water. One after another, they cooperated tacitly with each other. In an instant, the sword, light, and shadow intertwined and built a cage of light, trapping the masked man in it.

As the flute was flying, swinging frequently up and down, the masked man's full attention was on resisting the attacks of the two.

Lu Qiange pounced on an opportunity, and suddenly stretched out his left palm, reaching the masked man's shoulder to seal his scapula.

As long as the acupuncture points above were locked, he couldn't use his internal strength but to be obediently restrained.

With eyes changing suddenly, the masked man saw the clue, and swept the flute sharply to avoid the opponent's attack.

At this moment, Leng Qingtang took his sword to the side, and the masked man hurriedly intercepted with a flute.

Lu Qiange took advantage of the situation, took the sword back, and jumped over the masked man's head.

"I want him alive!"

Leng Qingtang reminded.

"Why do you have so many requirements?"

When Lu Qiange were talking to Leng Qingtang, his body was reversed in the air. His right hand closed the sword and his left hand stretched out with two fingers, which condensed the whole body's strength. Then he fell from the sky to take the masked man's head.

The eyes of the masked man widened, and finally there was a trace of fear. His left palm was volleyed while his fingers curled into a hook. His palm burst out half of his internal strength to stop Lu Qiange's attack.

Instantly, the three kinds of internal strength converged in one place. With two fighting against one, the breath was raging like a tide.

Originally, Leng Qingtang was equal in strength to the masked man. Now with Lu Qiange's help in the battle, he was even more powerful than the opponent.

Not long after, the masked man's internal strength gradually faded away. When he devoted all his energy to resist the two enemies, his body slowly sank, and a pair of clear and concave footprints appeared on the muddy soil of the hills.

A cold light rushed into the wind, hitting the masked man's chest.

At the critical moment, Zhao Wuji threw a handball and made a hit.

The masked man was unprepared and immediately vomited blood. Pushing back quickly with his arms, he strived to throw his two opponents out.

"Come on and fight!"

Zhao Wuji led all the secret guards here to join in the battle, but only to be suddenly covered by a cloud of white smoke.

Everyone was choked by the smoke, and their tears flowed. When the smoke cleared, there was no trace of the masked man on the hill, but his wild laughter lingered in the sky at night.

"Commander-in-chief of the Eastern Depot, we will meet again someday. Ha ha..."

"Thousand-mile-sound-transmission again!"

Lu Qiange was young and vigorous, and while he was excited about the fighting, his opponent suddenly ran away. When he heard the sound, his opponent had already run out for several miles. He couldn't help but face up to the sky, gritting his teeth and fists angrily.

The masked man was a mystery with profound internal strength. Was he an enemy or a friend...?

Leng Qingtang put away the soft sword. Secretly, his eyes fell on Lu Qiange's big sword, and said with a smile.

"The 'Deer Blood Sword' is the royal treasure of Udan in the western tribes..."

Lu Qiange knew that Leng Qingtang had figured out his identity, so he backed his big sword and said toughly.

"It's none of your business!"

Leng Qingtang said and smiled.

"Anyway, it was you who saved the tenth captain before, and this time you helped me out again. Thank you."

Seeing his gesture, Lu Qiange answered chillily.

"Who helped you? I did it for Yunxi!"

"I know you are also looking for her."

As the smile vanished from Leng Qingtang's face, he said disappointedly.

Lu Qiange snorted coldly and said decisively.

"Since you owe me favors, let's make an agreement first. No matter who finds her first, she must go with me this time!

Leng Qingtang raised his eyebrows with determination.

"Women from Da Yi and men from Da Yi are the best match."

"It is a pity that you are not. Is it right?"

Lu Qiange fixedly looked at Leng Qingtang with a satirical smile.

What he meant was nothing more than mocking Leng Qingtang as a eunuch, not a real man.

In the Garden.

Gu Yunxi woke up from a sneeze in her sleep, got up and inhaled, looking at the bed curtain blankly and thinking.

"I shouldn't catch a cold in this season, should I? Or who is talking about me?"

On the hill of the Beilu Temple.

"What did you say?"

Zhao Wuji glared at once, and rushed towards him with a ghost chopper in his hand. His subordinates took the broadswords, attempting to fight against the handsome little boy who was rude, but were stopped by the Master.

"Wuji, come back!"

Everyone present didn't know the secret of his body, and there was no need to be angry. After all, a year passed, and Yun Xi was still missing. How could Leng Qingtang be in a good mood to flaunt his superiority by words?

Just before dawn, Leng Qingtang turned his body and held his fists towards Lu Qiange.

"Thank you for today's help. In the future, if you are in trouble, I shall give all my support. See you."

Under Lu Qiange's indifferent gaze, every one of the Eastern Depot hurriedly evacuated. Dark figures disappeared in the mist of the forest one by one...

——

On the first day of July, the weather was fine and warm.

A team of carriages stopped in front of the portal of the gate of divine prowess in the Palace. Gu Yunxi and several damsels got out of the carriage.

Looking up to the towering palace walls and turrets, Gu Yunxi took a deep breath.

Stepping into this impregnable siege for the second time, she recalled her bloody experience with the Master Leng in Baohe Palace a year ago.

In the future, she would be struggling to survive in this Earthly Shura Field, and the road ahead was endless. However, she had no choice, let alone retreated. What she could do was to stride forward all the way through the thorns, even if the feet were bloody.

Passing by the gate of divine prowess, one would find that the room of the Honour Guards on the side of the empty field was the place where damsels signed up.

When it was Gu Yunxi's turn, the inside officer spoke to the little eunuch, then turned around and told Gu Yunxi to bring something and go with the little eunuch.

Gu Yunxi thanked him and quickly followed the little eunuch into the inner courtyard of the Palace.

In front of Gu Yunxi was a towering red wall, glorious and solemn palaces. Straight and quiet roads were endless. These were not strange to Gu Yunxi.

While she was following the little eunuch all the way, the memories always circled in her mind with nervous heartbeats.

The thick iron-clad vermilion stick flew up and down. Flesh and blood were everywhere...

Gu Yunxi with a sad expression on her face hugged her baggage and gritted teeth.

She knew that the Palace was as deep as the sea. This cage where the bird could hardly escape would eat people without spitting out bones. Every step must not be wrong or missing. Otherwise, she would be doomed eternally!

After walking for a while, Gu Yunxi was brought to the front of a palace gate by the little eunuch.

Gu Yunxi looked up and saw three words on the plaque of the palace gate.

"Chuxiu Palace".

That was the destination.

The little eunuch turned around at this time and said to Gu Yunxi in a low voice.

"This is your master's palace. I will take you to meet your superior later. You must be sensible and honey-mouthed."

"Thank you for your advice. I, Muxue, bear it in mind."

Gu Yunxi lowered her eyebrows and nodded. Meantime, a red envelope was pressed into the little eunuch's hand.

He immediately squinted his eyes, put the red envelope into his sleeve pocket, and nodded.

"Well, you are a smart girl. Let's go."

Entering the palace gate and walking all the way to the inner courtyard, one could see that the palace was well-decorated but unassuming. The courtyard was wide; the flowers and plants were prosperous; and the arrangement was well organized.

At first, Gu Yunxi met with Yan Gui, the chief eunuch of Chuxiu Palace. This man was in his twenties, dressed in a dark red inside official brocade dress, with a fair complexion, and he was very impressive from his eyebrows.

"Very good..."

After Gu Yunxi saluted, he told her to look up. Seeing her face, he looked satisfied, and said to the little eunuch.

"The Garden made a good choice. The maidservant serving the master in the imperial harem does not need to be too pretty. You know, bringing the good-looking in is to invite troubles for yourself. "

"Yes, yes. As long as Lord Yan feels satisfied, I don't come in vain this time. It's not early, and I'm going back to finish my tasks."

After the little eunuch bid farewell, Yan Gui squinted and said to Gu Yunxi coldly.

"Okay, follow me go to meet Your Grace. You must be careful in the future. If you make a mistake, I won't spare you lightly."

Then he led the way.

In the Main Hall, they saw Xu Yuanjiao, the master of the Chuxiu Palace, and Jinzhu beside her, the chief maid of the palace.

A year ago, Concubine Xu was in distress and gave birth to a son in the Baohe Palace. Fortunately, the mother and son were safe. At that time, she didn't meet Gu Yunxi.

Now Gu Yunxi had a new appearance and new identity to enter the Palace. Concubine Xu didn't even know that the newly-acquired maid was actually the little guard who was punished with the Commander-in-chief of the Eastern Depot.

Concubine Xu was born with a beautiful appearance, with light makeup on her delicate oval face, a light yellow dress, and two or three jasper hairpins.

Even such a plain dress and a cold temperament would appeal to everyone.

Since she was good at skin care and paid much attention to her figure, Concubine Xu had not changed at all after delivering her son. She was still slender and beautiful.

Noticing Gu Yunxi kneeling down cautiously, Concubine Xu didn't have any expression on her face, only holding the teacup. She said chilly.

"Stand up. It's good to know the rules. I'm not willing to have anyone to kneel for a long time. Muxue is a good name, so there is no need to change it. Follow Jinzhu to the side room to put on a palace suit, and let her arrange a job for you."

"Thank you so much, Your Grace."

Gu Yunxi said humbly. Then she kowtowed to Concubine Xu, stood up, and followed Jinzhu.

The side rooms were on the east side of the Chuxiu Palace. Gu Yunxi followed Jinzhu into one of them.

The four-person bed was adjacent to each other, and the living things in the house were simple and tidy.

At the time of duty, except for a girl named Lanxin, there was no one else in the room.

Seeing chief Madam Jinzhu entering the house, Lanxin hurried to give a salute.

Lanxin was good-looking and kind. Knowing that Gu Yunxi's bed was next to her, Lanxin took the initiative to help her with daily necessities and her palace suit.

The suit included a light pink silk blouse with dark flowers and a snow-like veil.

After changing the hairstyle, the person was really different.

Gu Yunxi looked at herself in the Linghua mirror and smiled silently, with a trace of self-deprecation and bitterness.

Perhaps her fate was related to the Palace, so Gu Yunxi was destined to experience this.

Otherwise, why did she, who was previously regarded as being sick and dull, become a member of the Palace after wandering outside for two years?

No matter what, she could only move forward, and couldn't hesitate at all ——