Ten days later.

Du Shaoran and Du Shaoqing came to the dangerous city, this dangerous city is the capital of the North Central Kingdom, the North China is rich in resources, the army is strong, for decades, no one has dared to offend, now although the South Central is the first country, it is estimated that the North China has to think twice.

Du Shaoran is a general in Zhongnan, but it is the first time to go to Weicheng, she has been busy with meritorious service and promotion, it is estimated that if it were not for the appearance of Dong Qiuxu, she would have been born and died in Zhongnan for official power all her life.

Of course, when she came to the dangerous city this time, her main goal was money and power.

At this moment, Du Shaoran was dressed as a man, dragging Du Shaoqing, who was also dressed as a man, shuttling through the lively streets, she looked at the faces of the people and the stall vendors with smiles, and thought to herself, maybe this is the place where they settle down.

However, Du Shaoqing's scholarly face was angry, full of strange observations, and finally saw a high-end restaurant, pulled Du Shaoran and rushed in, sat down and ordered a table of big fish and meat.

Du Shaoran watched him eat and drink with a doting face, and muttered from time to time: "Eat slowly, eat slowly." Such a gentle Du Shaoran will only be revealed when she stares at Du Shaoqing, and when she looks away, her deep eyes are full of vigilance.

"Sister, you eat more!" Du Shaoqing tore off a big chicken leg and handed it to Du Shaoran.

Du Shaoran looked at his younger brother with a smile, took the chicken leg in his hand, his face was full of indescribable emotion, chewed the chicken leg, and choked: "Okay... Eat..."

"Do you know why it's called a dangerous city?"

"I don't know!"

Du Shaoran suddenly heard the two men at the next table talking, and couldn't help but be excited, and listened slightly.

"The dangerous city is actually called by the people in the city more than ten years ago, the danger is the meaning of danger, more than ten years ago, every time the regent had a dream, he would kill a group of innocent people, and then the people were panicked, and the people in the city fled in all directions, and the city was once desolate, so this kind of city was called the dangerous city!"

"Why would the regent kill innocent people?"

"I don't know!" The man shook his head.

"Is he still dreaming of killing people now?" The questioner tightened his shirt.

Du Shaoran thought to himself, he was the regent with high power, and he definitely didn't need an excuse to kill people, but he was quite perverted, and it was the first time he had heard of killing people in his dreams. It seemed that she was going to take refuge in the regent, and after thinking about it, she pulled Du Shaoqing, who was still eating, and left.

"Sister! I haven't eaten yet? Du Shaoqing looked uncertain.

Du Shaoran didn't say anything to him, arranged him in the inn, told him not to go out, and went out himself.

She inquired all the way to the Regent's Mansion, looked up at the plaque on the door that said Yunwang Mansion, and then saw that there were four guards guarding the door, even so she walked over without hesitation.

"Stop! Who dare you trespass into the Cloud King's Mansion?! The two guards in front stopped her with their swords.

Du Shaoran's expression was calm, and the guard's obstruction was completely within her expectations, after all, she was also a person who had experienced a big scene: "The contemptible surname is Du, come to visit the regent, if you have something to talk about, please inform me." ”

"Go, go, the prince is very busy and doesn't have time to take care of you!" The guards were very bored and shook their hands at Du Shaoran.

"Then don't blame me for being rude!" As the words fell, Du Shaoran drew his long sword and stabbed at the guards, and after stabbing the two guards, he rushed into the Yunwang Mansion.

There were assassins in the mansion, and heavy troops were dispatched to quickly surround Du Shaoran.

Du Shaoran was holding a long sword, wearing a black robe and a high-beam ponytail, swaying from side to side by the wind, her childish face was vigilant, and her deep eyes looked at the soldiers surrounding her without fear, thinking: It is worthy of being the regent, and there are still heavy soldiers in the palace.