On their wedding night, she burned down the Prince Regent's palace.

Chapter 379
Someone patted him on the face: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. We understand. We can go home."

Everyone cheered and couldn't wait to spin around in circles.

The man murmured in confusion: "Isn't this your home?"

Everyone was convinced that Xiao Qingrang could really send them home, and they all saluted Xiao Qingrang: "Master Imperial Master, please send us home."

"Please take us home..." The uniform voice resounded through the sky, and everyone looked forward to it.

Xiao Qingrang nodded: "I will send you back to your world."

"Master National Preceptor, we will do whatever you say."

Xiao Qingrang Wen said: "Okay, just listen to me."

Wen Yufu saw them looking at Xiao Qingrang with admiring eyes, waiting for Xiao Qingrang to send them home, and her expression changed drastically.

Xiao Qingrang must not be allowed to really send them home.

Then there will be no one she can use.

Xiao Qingrang must be fooling them. A magician like Xiao Qingrang is best at deception.

How could he possibly fight the system.

"Master Imperial Master, what are we going to do now? Are we going to line up and wait for you to take us home one by one?"

Before Xiao Qingrang nodded, Wen Yufu rushed over and angrily shouted: "You idiot, Xiao Qingrang can't send you home at all, he is fooling you."

"Come here, Xiao Qing let his evil words confuse the public. Come here, arrest him. I will torture him severely."

"Don't believe Xiao Qingrang, don't forget the promise I made to you, don't forget our deal." She gritted her teeth and reminded everyone.

"If you want to go home, I am the only one in this world who can do it."

Feng Wuming looked at her so excitedly with cold eyes.

"You said that the National Master's evil words deceived the public, but what about you?"

"Didn't you say you wanted to send them home? Why don't you send one for us to see too."

A flash of panic flashed in Wen Yufu's eyes, but his expression remained unchanged.

"I said that I will send them home after they die."

"You can't go home until you die."

"Xiao Qingrang, what the hell are you doing?" Wen Yufu asked.

Xiao Qingrang smiled lightly: "Everyone has eyes to see if it's a trick, so you don't need to throw dirty water on me."

People's eyes are sharp.

Everyone nodded: "Wen Yufu, don't slander the Imperial Master. If you can, you can send us away."

"That's right, you said you can't leave until you die. Now you can leave even if you don't die. Why are you still dawdling?"

"Maybe you are just taking advantage of us."

Questioning voices came to his face, and they all glared at Wen Yufu fiercely, their eyes red, and Wen Yufu panicked.

She knows it.

The lifeblood of this group of people is wanting to go home.

They can pretend for a long time and even do whatever it takes to get home.

If they knew she lied to them, they would definitely not let her go.

She also needs to use them to help pave her way.

Having come this far, she must not let anyone ruin her plan.

The world must be hers.

She must sit firmly on the throne.

Wen Yufu snorted coldly and rolled his sleeves: "You all believe him, right?"

"Then I will show you what I am capable of."

She slowly raised her hands, wrapped them around her chest, formed a seal in her hands, turned her wrists twice and murmured to herself, with a smile on her face.

She opened her eyes suddenly.

"Have you seen the luck in me?"

"I don't know what Xiao Qingrang used to make you believe it, but I tell you, you can't go back unless you die." She stared at Xiao Qingrang coldly: "You have to make a good decision, Xiao Qingrang is the one who The Imperial Master may have cast some spell on you to make you believe in him."

"I am different. I am the Son of Heaven, and I keep my word."

"These lucks of mine are my best proof, the way of heaven? There is no such thing as the way of heaven. Even if there is, the way of heaven is on my side."

Everyone looked at her and exclaimed.

Wisps of purple smoke came from all directions, passing through the crowd, and finally gathered around Wen Yufu and surrounded her.

The purple smoke gathered together to form purple gas, which emitted light and illuminated her entire body.

The sky covered with dark clouds bloomed with layers of light as the purple air bloomed. The dark clouds quickly dissipated one after another. The white clouds quickly swallowed up the dark clouds and returned to azure blue.

Everyone murmured, and Wen Yufu said quietly.

"Did you see it? Heaven will never punish me or you."

"Xiao Qingrang made everything up to scare you."

When everyone looked at this scene, their hearts moved to Wen Yufu.

Some people didn't know who to believe and looked at the two of them, looking at each other.

Feng Wuming looked at this vision and frowned: "National Master, what's going on?"

Xiao Qingrang stared at the purple energy surrounding Wen Yufu, and said in a deep voice: "My lord, she is stealing the destiny of the country."

Feng Wuming's eyes trembled.

Xiao Qingrang's face turned ugly.

Wen Yufu stole the country's fate openly and imposed it on her to make these people believe in her.

If all the national destiny is stolen by her, the country will be doomed.

Xiao Qingrang's face was heavy, and the flute in his hand was thrown out and suspended in the air by a force. The flute shot out bursts of soft white light, trying to wrap up the purple energy.

Seeing this, Wen Yueqin also threw a magic weapon to help Wen Yufu consolidate the purple energy behind her.

The three of them fought and fought.

The flute is quietly absorbing the purple energy, although it absorbs very little.

But precisely because they absorbed relatively little, neither Wen Yufu nor Wen Yueqin noticed.

……

Ye Zhiyu cultivates her health and character in the Taoist temple every day and completes the homework assigned to her by her master.

On this day, Ye Zhiyu was greedy and wanted to drink the tea made by his master.

The master's skill in making tea is superb.

There must be a reason for looking for a master.

Ye Zhiyu picked a book from the bookshelf and found a passage that was difficult to understand. He asked the master to explain it to him and drank tea openly.

Ye Zhiyu drank tea happily. There was a stream around the bamboo forest pavilion. It was very cool in the summer and the sound of the stream was pleasant to the ear.

Drinking tea, listening to the crisp sound of the spring water, and the slow and low voice of the master in my ears, I feel very calm and comfortable.

It would be nice if there was watermelon to eat.

Ye Zhiyu sat up straight.

"Master, I will pick a watermelon and put it in the stream to freeze in a while. Do you want to put one in for you too?"

"Put away the watermelon first."

"Yu'er, have you been dreaming in the past few days? Do you remember what happened in your dreams?"

Ye Zhiyu thought about it and was surprised that she couldn't think of whether she had dreamed at night.

Her expression remained unchanged: "Master, I can't remember if I had a dream at night. Is there something wrong with my brain?"

She stretched out her hand: "Master, help me take a look."

The master smiled softly: "If you can't remember it, don't think about it. In life, you will always forget something, and you don't have to remember everything."

"Yu'er, do you still want to dream?"

(End of this chapter)