Ignoring Lanling's obstruction, I gave an order and ordered the Praetorian Guards behind me to search the General's Mansion.

Come to think of it carefully, there are actually very few people in the huge Beili who have the ability to snatch the little good man under Ruoxue's nose.

There are generally only three people: Feng Yu, Zhirou, and Huangfu Jing.

It is unlikely that he will be sealed, after all, after dark, he will not be allowed to leave Ghost City.

Therefore, if the person who snatched away the little obedient person was not Qi Yan, the lord of Yunqin State, it could only be Zhirou, or Huangfu Jing, who was good at disguise.

Suzaku said that there is a road in the Liwang Mansion that seems to have been trampled on before we entered the mansion.

Could it be that Zhirou and Huangfu Jing have reached a tacit understanding, and under the cover of Liwangfu, they are secretly teleporting the little girl?

Lan Ling glared angrily and blocked in front of him with a five-foot long sword, "Wang, don't deceive people too much!"

"It's too much of a deception, it seems that I was too good to you before!" I grabbed Lan Ling's neck with one hand, and my killing intent suddenly rose.

Lan Ling was about to fight back, but the green dragon and the white tiger stood at his side and clamped his arm, making him unable to move.

With a ruthless force, the white tiger slammed Lan Ling's waist and abdomen, "Brother Lan, if you insist on going your own way again, don't blame the white tiger for not thinking about brotherhood for many years!"

Since the death of Zhiyi, the white tiger has collapsed.

I thought he would hold a grudge against me because of this, but I didn't think that he would transfer all his affection for Zhiyi to me.

Perhaps, loving the house and Wu is his way of remembering the childish Yi.

When I think about this, my heart is quite heavy. The white tiger is so affectionate, as long as he is given some more time, he will have a chance to enter the heart of Zhiyi.

It's a pity that as soon as Li Zhiyi is gone, all possibilities will turn into smoke.

"What is the trouble of wanting to add to the crime?" Zhirou straightened her back, and her slightly upturned chin showed a bit of stubbornness.

Looking at the tears in her eyes again, when most people see her, they only think she is a weak woman.

I walked to the red wall, picked up a few dead leaves in the corner, and asked Zhirou, "Why did the dead leaves of the Liwang Mansion appear in the Great General's Mansion?" The red wall is more than a foot high, if there is no hurricane, the Liwang Mansion is covered with dead leaves, and it will not be able to cross the high wall, right?"

The red wall between the Liwang Mansion and the General's Mansion was not high originally, but since the last Zhirou swing fell to the back of the Liwang Mansion, Lanling piled up the red wall to the point that it could not be surmounted.

Zhirou asked rhetorically, "What can it mean that a few dead leaves are just a few dead leaves?" Could it be that the king wants to condemn the general with just a few dead leaves?"

"Wang, we haven't found His Royal Highness yet, if we convict him hastily, it will be difficult to block the mouth of the people of Beili!" Qinglong said in a low voice.

I suppressed the anger in my heart, jumped up, and flew to the Great Sima Mansion again.

Huangfu Xuan looked at me in surprise, "Wang, what else is the matter?"

He added the last touch to the end of Huangfu Jing's eyes, making Huangfu Jing's originally plain eyes soft and charming.

Huang Fu Jing quickly flashed behind Huang Fu Xuan, lying on his shoulder and looking at me steadily.

I pointed to Huang Fu Jing's eyes and said word by word, "Let me in." ”

Huangfu Jing covered his eyes in surprise, "Xiao Jing's eyes are just a ruin, and there is nothing else. ”

Huang Fuxuan stopped in front of me and said hesitantly, "Is the king suspicious of her sister? Since you left, she has only gone back to the boudoir once to change into clean clothes, and she has not left the house, let alone hiding people under my nose." ”

I hooked Huangfu Jing's chin with one hand, and as I approached her cheek, which had not yet dried the ink, I suddenly smelled a faint sweet smell, like the sweet taste of sugar gourd.

"Say, where is the little girl?" I poured the tea on the table on Huangfu Jing's face.

In an instant, the fat and chalk ink on her face melted into sewage, and the black stains at the corners of her eyes showed a hint of viscousity.

I touched it with my fingers and put it on the tip of my nose to smell deeply, and it was really sweet!

Huangfu Jing covered his cheek, which had half turned into a black shadow, shocked and frightened, "What are you doing?"

"If there is a mistake in the little girl, do you think you can get out of the way?" I twisted Huang Fujing's face, staring at the world under her eyes.

In her eyes, as she said, it was empty and ruins, and the space was huge, but it was not easy to hide people.

Huang Fu Xuan put down his paintbrush and looked at Huang Fu Jing suspiciously, "What the hell is going on?"

Without waiting for Huangfu Jing to answer, I went into her dream alone to find out.

Clearing the fog of dreams, Huangfu Jing and Zhirou were sitting in the backyard of Liwang's Mansion talking and laughing.

Sand –

I stomped on the dead leaves on the ground and made a rustling sound.

Unexpectedly, they turned around at the same time and walked towards me.

They can see me!

I subconsciously took a step back and looked at them coldly, "The lackeys of the Holy Monarch?"

"Don't say it so ugly!" Huangfu Jing Yingying said with a smile, "I am the Holy Monarch's envoy to sit down and sit down with gold, if the Holy Monarch dominates nothingness, I am the first messenger, under one person, above ten thousand." ”

On Zhirouxue's wrist, the liquid hook hangs lightly.

She stepped on the withered leaves and walked over, "I am the Holy Monarch who sits down and whirlpools the water messenger, but I am different from Huangfu Jing, and I have no ambition above ten thousand people. I just want to trample you on the soles of your feet, make you feel pain, let you love it, and let you look at me and Donglin Wang like glue, raising your eyebrows. ”

I laughed and said, "I'm afraid that the Holy Monarch is incompetent when he sits down, right?"

Zhirou was annoyed, "What do you mean?"

Literally. I replied as I tucked my hand in my sleeve, ready to crush the dream silently.

I left the palace in a hurry, and I didn't carry the Haohai folding fan, nor did I carry Yunchen's scepter, so I shouldn't be able to parry the attacks of Huangfu Jing and Zhirou.

Wow –

The whirlpool hook on Zhirou's wrist suddenly splashed at me like flowing water.

In the next moment, my hands were tightly clasped, and the cold water turned into sharp hooks, piercing my palms and imprisoning my five fingers.

Huangfu Jing covered his face with one hand and rushed forward excitedly, "If you splash me with a glass of water on my delicate makeup, I will return a tooth for a tooth and ruin your flower and moon appearance?"

"Huang Fu Jing, don't rob me! I want to break off the feet of the Beili singer with my own hands, so that she can also taste the taste of raw cannibal flesh!" Zhi Rou stopped Huang Fu Jing and said viciously.

I glanced down at the whirlpool hook that ran through my palm, and I didn't feel much pain.

Obviously the bones are all penetrated, why am I not conscious?

Seeing that I was worried, Zhirou thought that I was frightened, and even more meaningful, "Do you know that we have been plotting for a long time just to lure you into a dream?"

"Where is Your Highness?" I asked, secretly sharpening the whirlpool hook that ran through my palm with my ice blade.

"Your Royal Highness, is it from you and the king of Donglin?" Zhirou said angrily, "On that day, you were at the banquet of Princess Xiyue, and the hem of your clothes was stained with blood, so I knew that you were a saint of illusion." ”

Boom –

I was secretly happy in my heart, I couldn't imagine that the whirlpool hook could be broken so easily!

Could it be that Zhirou's demonic power is too weak to control the whirlpool hook?

I quietly gathered my fingers, and waited for Zhirou and Huangfu Jing to take precautions and crush the dream in one fell swoop.

Zhirou didn't notice that I had gotten rid of the control of the whirlpool hook, her hands were clasped around her chest, and her toes were high, "It's not impossible to know the whereabouts of His Royal Highness!"