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This is the most comfortable word Ji Ming heard today. But how can such a harrowing scene mention such a thing? I don't choose the time of day.

Thinking so, he put his hands behind his back, his face was still sad, and the air was cold, pretending not to hear Xiahou Liu's words.

Tianlou knelt to the ground, clenched his fists and said to Ji Ming: "Your Majesty! The woman looked to be fifteen. Five years ago, this woman was only ten years old, how could she do so many unsolved cases? How could he collude with Jiang Xiang's father and son? ”

These words are like a stone hitting the water, and the surface of the water is filled with ripples, and those who are restrained and those who are not restrained look at each other in surprise, and they are whispering.

Xiao Gang's old eyes shone brightly, and he knelt on his knees, "Your Majesty!" As Jin Guardwei said, this woman was only ten years old five years ago, and she was still under the knees of Chenghuan's parents. Too young to do the next series of appalling cases. And Jiang Xiang's father and son are brave and loyal, and the sun and the moon can be seen. Although this matter seems to be conclusive evidence, there are many doubts, all of which need to be verified! The emperor thinks twice! ”

After being reminded, the Jiang officials pleaded, and the ministers once again whispered to each other. The hall was lively.

Xiahou Ye glared at the sky tower with a smile, and said loudly to Ji Ming: "Your Majesty! Age is not an issue! ”

Ji Ming has now deeply determined from his heart that Jiang Gu and Ji Yuluo are the culprits of all unsolved cases, all of them are his closest relatives, he changed his gentle style, and judged the two of them as usual, pointed at Ji Yuluo and said angrily: "If this woman is talented, trained since childhood, and is proud of the rivers and lakes at the age of ten, what is the novelty of committing a bloody case?" ”

Ji Yuluo's skills when she assassinated Ji Ming were indeed not as good as a woman in her teens, Tianlou was dumbfounded, and the discussion quietly subsided.

Ji Lingxuan was always indifferent, he walked up to Ji Yuluo with his hands in his hands, and stared at her leisurely, "Everything needs to be carefully planned." I don't believe you can do heinous murder at the age of ten. Do you have something to say? ”

Ji Yuluo smiled bitterly, knocked out her teeth and swallowed the blood, without saying a word. He shook his head slightly. Turning to the temple door, "Let me bear the many sins alone!" ”

The moonlit night wants her to die, her life is his, and she gives it back to him!

I don't know when. It was drizzling outside, and the new green in the distance was new. The palace of the eaves and arches is majestic and solemn.

The hall was so lively, and the people of Yunluo Palace who came with them knew that a catastrophe was coming, and they knelt down in the corridor tremblingly. No one dared to look at Ji Yuluo.

Facing the glowing sky, Ji Yuluo walked down the extremely long steps with heavy steps. Suddenly looking back and looking at the majestic palace shrouded in blue, the sour feeling in my heart was turbulent.

Her eyes were lowered, and there was only one person in the brightly lit hall looking at her. He is King Rong, and he only stood with his hands in his hands when he first met, and his worries were written all over his eyebrows. And on a moonlit night, he was shaking hands with Princess Tianxiang, and the infatuated look at each other made her heartache.

Early death and early superbirth, if promised. She shouldn't have come to this ancient dynasty in the first place.

The lingering nightmare, turning around when the steel knife was closer to her neck, Ji Yuluo walked in the direction of the final end of her life.

Have the pear blossoms of Ewha Temple withered?

Where did the jade-faced man with pear blossoms go at this moment? Why didn't you see him at the last glance?

The oblique wind and drizzle, thin and slightly cool, free and easy to mop the red clothes, soaked in the last trace of nostalgia in the world......

At the main gate of the palace, Ji Lingxuan, who was playing with a white jade ball the size of an egg in his hand, stepped into the luxurious carriage that represented his noble status, and the coachman shouted, and the carriage slowly moved forward.

Eighteen guards were divided into two rows and guarded the carriage in a vigilant manner.

Horse-drawn carriages rolled over the wet old roads. The curtain of the carriage kept lifting from the inside, and Ji Lingxuan's worried eyes quietly looked at the guards and soldiers of the Southern Army who ran past the carriage from time to time.

The man in the brocade clothes and jade face in the same car had a deferential look on the north side, and said softly: "Lord Wang! How could such a big event happen at the emperor's banquet? ”

"This king didn't expect it!" Ji Lingxuan slowly lowered the curtains, his brows furrowed.

The powerful Jiang father and son, the big tree, fell like this. It is not only the people surnamed Jiang who suffer, it is simply a catastrophe of the Celestial Empire.

He was powerless to stop the catastrophe.

The annoying footsteps went away and never stopped recently, Ji Lingxuan was distraught, lazily closed his eyes and leaned against the back wall of the car.

Yanbei immediately gently covered him with a robe.

Drive to a secluded ancient road. The sound of the wheels grinding over the wet noodles was louder. Suddenly, the slight sound of porphyri was incessant. Then came the frightened neighing of the horses.

Ji Lingxuan opened his eyes, listened carefully, and immediately made a decision, rushing out of the sedan top with the wind like an eagle.

In an instant, debris flew around. Right now, the carriage he was riding in was parked alone on the ancient road. The well-trained horse, which had calmed down a little after a startle, was constantly shaking its tail. Except for Mo Rusha, the guard who went to the incense hall with him, and Mo Ruchen, who stayed behind, vigilantly held the sword at his waist to observe the surroundings, and all the guards were lying on the ground.

There was no blood on them, and they were asleep.

Ji Lingxuan flew down on the adjacent green tile in the alley, and saw an old man holding a jasper flute looking at him leisurely.

The old man was tall, his eyes were sharp, his white hair was neatly tied up on the top, he was wearing a white robe embroidered with brown pear blossoms, his face was covered with black cloth, and his white eyebrows and white robe revealed a mystery of a master in the light rain.

"Lord Wang!" Whooshing three times, Yanbei and the desert like desert like dust jumped on the green tile one after another.

Attacked all the way, this time openly still in the imperial city, Ji Lingxuan's heart was full of anger, and he took a step towards the old man, "So bold and reckless!" Dare to remove the veil! ”

A smile flashed in the old man's eyes, and he turned to look at Yanbei beside Ji Lingxuan and looked at it carefully.

Yanbei's sword eyebrows flew obliquely, his eyes were bright and bright, his skin was as white as snow, his temperament was extraordinary, and his noble air flowed.

The old man exuded a bit of mockery and confidence, and said to Yanbei: "I think this is His Royal Highness the Prince, right?" ”

Yanbei smiled but didn't answer, the city government was not surprised, and leaned towards Ji Lingxuan.

Ji Lingxuan frowned, "You are the pear blossom smile?" ”

The old man raised his white eyebrows on the tip of his temperament, "That's right!" ”

The old man was so refreshing, which made Ji Lingxuan a little surprised, he said: "It's your subordinates who are robbing and killing this king all the way?" ”

"It's a pity that you have repeatedly escaped by cunning." When the old man's words fell, a very slight whistling echoed, and six three-inch silver needles broke through the wind and flew towards the north of the wild goose.

Mo Rusha and Mo Ruchen have a tacit understanding, and at the same time, they rose up and stabbed at the old man with two swords. And Ji Lingxuan stepped on the psychedelic step, pulling the wild goose to fly into the distance like a flying eagle.

Although the old man has already fought with Mo Rusha and Mo Ruchen, the psychedelic steps are like a shadow and a ghost, and the figure is illusory, but the whistling sound is still behind, the momentum is like a broken bamboo, and the needle will magically turn and pursue. (To be continued.) )