The darkness soon enveloped the imperial city, and the lights gradually lit up in the night, driving away the darkness and giving light to the world. The dotted lights decorate the imperial city with brilliant lights, presenting a different scenery.

It's just that night is night after all, and although the lights are beautiful, it is still difficult to completely dispel the darkness. In a dark corner of the North Palace, where the lights do not shine, a black shadow has been hidden at some point, hidden in it, motionless, as if it has merged with the surrounding night, making it impossible to distinguish at all.

Not far away, there was the sound of armor clashing, and a group of heavily armed and stubborn guards swam past here. The lantern in their hands emitted a faint light, dispelling some of the darkness slightly, but it could not illuminate the hiding place of the black shadow. The soldiers walked a foot in front of the black shadow, but none of them noticed the black shadow in the corner.

The soldiers walked away with neat footsteps, and the black shadow suddenly exuded an extremely dangerous aura, Huo Ran rose up, and suddenly climbed over the wall at a speed that was difficult for ordinary people to capture, escaping the darkness under the wall, and shot away in the direction of the middle palace.

Then, after all, not everyone didn't notice this figure, on the top of the Chengfeng Pavilion in the North Palace, Sima Ting sat casually on the outer railing, comfortably holding the green apple in his hand and taking a bite gently. It's just that Sima Ting's eyes flashed like an eagle falcon in the dark night, staring closely at the figure that was sometimes hidden and sometimes fast in the palace.

Sima Ting chewed the flesh and said vaguely: "Master, I didn't expect Han Su to be so breathless, so I will do it tonight." I thought that Hansu would have to hide for a few days, and then find the best time to make a move? ”

Du Jue snorted coldly and said, "Isn't it good for Han Su to make a move tonight?" Do you still like to stay in such a high place every night and drink the northwest wind? ”

Sima Ting smiled, casually threw the green apple that was missing a corner in his hand from the Chengfeng Pavilion in his hand, and then heard someone below shouting "Oops", and began to curse at it. I don't know which unlucky guy happened to be hit by Sima Ting's green apple.

Sima Ting clapped his hands lightly, turned a deaf ear to the cursing below, and said to Du Jue with a smile: "Could it be that the master is too cold?" Why don't you go down and rest first, and then call the master when there is a situation? ”

Du Jue snorted coldly, looked at Sima Ting, who was smiling a little heartlessly, and said after a while: "Zidu, you are now pretending to be a game all day long, which makes the teacher a little worried." ”

Sima Ting's expression suddenly darkened, and then he returned to his original comfortable smile, and said slowly: "The master is too careful. It's just that I suddenly seem to have figured out a lot of things today. It is a day to smile and smile, and it is also a day to have a sad face. Hehe, in that case, why do you have to look bitter and hateful all day long? Wouldn't it be nice to have a smile? ……

After his father is gone, he will have to rely on himself to fight against the sinister and vicious Empress Jia, and the dark forces don't know how huge Qingxuanzong is. We don't have to look like mortal enemies when we see them, do we? Master think about Dong Meng, we greeted him with a smile, and he was much less vigilant against us. If you can paralyze your opponent by doing so, why not?

As for hatred...... Just keep it in your heart and don't forget it. What's more, with such a big feud, even if you want to forget, how can you forget? ”

After hearing this, Du Jue looked at Sima Ting with a little surprise, and suddenly found that Sima Ting's slightly immature face before had become angular and revealing a mature atmosphere. His jaw also has a short stubble.

Du Jue sighed lightly, and silently thought in his heart: The son has changed, it has really changed. This kid has too much on his shoulders......

Sima Ting's eyes suddenly narrowed, his face showed a solemn color, and he said in a deep voice: "That's not right! ”

Du Jue interrupted his thoughts and wondered, "What's wrong?" ”

Sima Ting stared closely at Han Su's figure in the night, and said, "Han Su seems to be taking the wrong route!" That road doesn't seem to be the best way to the Queen's Palace......"

The governor was taken aback, followed Sima Ting's gaze, looked intently, and saw that although Han Su was sneaking in the direction of the Middle Palace, he had slightly deviated from the Queen's Palace. Looking at that direction, it seems that there is Qinghe Palace in front!

Sima Ting shouted "not good", put his hands on the fence, Huo Ran rose up, and sank down rapidly with the momentum of "a thousand catties falling", as soon as he landed on the ground, he unfolded his body with all his strength, like a feather arrow breaking through the air, leaving afterimages along the way, and hurried towards Qinghe Palace!

Qinghe Palace is the closest palace to the Middle Palace in the North Palace, and it is only separated by a wall from the Middle Palace. Sima Ting only thought that Han Su's target was Empress Jia, who knew that Han Su actually wanted to attack Princess Qinghe first! Could it be that Han Su would be so mad that he was angry with Qinghe and wanted to kill people to vent his anger? !

As soon as he thought of this, Sima Ting's eyes suddenly turned red, although the middle palace had laid a net tonight, he was waiting for Han Su to crash into it. However, Qinghe Palace was not in their consideration at all, and it was still on guard as usual. With Han Su's skills, he was able to take Qinghe's life silently! Qinghe is afraid that he will not even know how he died by then!

Sima Ting roared angrily in his heart: "Han Su! What the fuck are you trying to do?! Forcibly lifting another breath of true qi, Sima Ting's figure suddenly became three points faster.

Facing the bitter cold wind, Sima Ting's heart was flustered, although he repeatedly told himself that Qinghe was the daughter of his father's enemy Jia Nanfeng, but when he thought that Qinghe's life was about to be threatened, he still couldn't contain the fear that spread in his heart.

Even if he didn't want to admit it, Qinghe, who had always been in love with him, didn't know when it had deeply touched his heart......

At this moment, he only hoped that Qinghe would be safe......