Great Calendar Dynasty.

A simple but delicate carriage drove slowly on the official road, driven by a girl about fifteen or sixteen years old. At the back of the car, following the entourage of the team, he looked around cautiously.

There was a sudden scream in the car, and the woman driving the car hurriedly reined in the carriage and rolled into the car with a grunt.

"Miss?" Calling softly.

The eyelashes were slightly raised, and a thin mist floated in the watery eyes. On the exquisite facial contours, the delicate facial features are perfectly inlaid. It's just that he seems to be frightened, and his face is a little pale, but he adds a bit of pity out of thin air. The tender white hand gently supported the forehead, and the beautiful eyes were gently drooping, slightly anxious.

"Jiu'er, I'm fine." After a long time, the woman spoke quietly, "I just slept a little, probably a little tired." ”

"Miss, are you dreaming again?" Jiu'er looked at her worriedly, "Recently, it seems to be becoming more and more frequent. Miss, is it still that blood-soaked picture? It is said that dreaming is an omen, I wonder if Miss Lu Dao is like this? ”

With a light sigh, the woman straightened up slightly, and smiled softly, "You girl, what are you talking nonsense?" Hurry up, you can't get to the Prime Minister's Mansion before dark, be careful to eat the board. ”

Jiu'er chuckled, "Miss, just scare me." Jiu'er has a young lady to protect her, so she is not afraid of the prime minister's board! ”

Yes, she is the second lady of the Prime Minister's Mansion - Qi Fuhan. Although she is the second lady, she was born in the main room, so in the Prime Minister's Mansion, she is the noble concubine. Originating from her mother's family background, Qi Fuhan was loved by thousands of people at home, but because of a conspiracy many years ago that she should not have known, she was sent to her aunt's house in Jiangzhou for foster care since she was a child. Although her parents visited her frequently, she never returned home. Today, she is returning home to Kyoto City for the first time in 10 years.

Suddenly there was a shout outside: What a person!

The next moment, Jiu'er's face sank, "Miss, don't move, I'll take a look!" ”

Then he lifted the curtain and rolled out of the car.

A group of black-clothed men surrounded the carriage, and there were about a dozen people. The servants accompanying the carriage were suddenly extremely nervous, and one by one they clenched the sabers on their horses, but cold sweat broke out on their foreheads.

"Who?" Jiu'er shouted loudly, Qi Fuhan listened quietly, and his face did not change.

The response was the sound of the sword drawn in unison, accompanied by a compelling cold light, which was particularly cold in the twilight sun. The comer was not good, Jiu'er's first reaction was to draw the sword with his backhand, and his feet were fast, and the cold sword directly pierced the neck of one of the black-clothed men.

Don't look at Jiu'er's young age, but the technique of making the sword is clean and neat. In this case, there will be no turnaround horizontally and vertically, and you can only strike first!

Outside, Qi Fuhan in the car still had light eyebrows, as if he was out of the way, and he didn't have the slightest intention of going out. is not in a hurry, and there is more and more of a cold temperament. On the small square table, there is a Zhenlong chess game, and the chess pieces are all made of white jade and obsidian.

The slender fingertips held a white child, and the delicate eyebrows were slightly twisted.

Suddenly, a cold sword pierced through the window.

His eyebrows were slightly cold, but when he saw Qi Fuhan flicking with his fingertips at will, the cold sword seemed to be strongly shocked, and it trembled rapidly and made a loud noise. With a wave of his long sleeves, the sword-wielding man outside was instantly shaken away, and his body fell to the ground heavily, vomiting blood and dying.

"Miss?" Jiu'er was startled, and with a volley, a sharp sword slashed the neck of a man in black. Blood gushed and splashed on the corners of her skirt, as red as plums.

Not far away, a delicate and slightly luxurious sedan chair was parked, surrounded by a team of guards, all of whom had sharp eyes. Presumably, they are all masters.

"Master? It's from the Prime Minister's Office. A man about forty years old on horseback leaned close to the window and muffled his voice.

"Qi's?" There was a sound in the car that seemed to be interrupted, and then a pair of slender and slightly pale hands gently lifted the curtains of the car. The gap opened was very small, except for the slightly white hands, and the people in the car could not be seen.

The man on horseback looked at the scene of the fierce battle in the distance, "Master, do you want to send someone to help?" ”

The curtain was lowered again, and indifferent words came from inside the car, "Go home!" ”

"Yes." With a wave of his hand, the horse team immediately moved slowly towards Kyoto Castle.

In the distance, Jiu'er shouted, "Dare to move Miss, I want your life!" ”

The horse team stopped suddenly, and a cold and lukewarm voice came from the car, "Qingshan, save people!" ”