When he saw Zhao Huangge's words for the first time, Xiao Jingchen had a strange sense of disobedience.

And tonight, I don't know if I just doubted her, this sense of disobedience, after seeing her font, became more and more serious.

The North Vietnamese government and the opposition commented on the eldest princess of the dynasty, with only two sentences: "The temperament is arrogant and domineering, but the heart is simple." ”

But looking at her words tonight, Xiao Jingchen inexplicably felt that this evaluation was really impertinent.

Such an extreme person who integrates the two of sharp and introverted can not touch the word simplicity at all.

And when she met her these few times, her eyes always seemed to hide a cold blade, and Xiao Jingchen even had the illusion that the other party seemed to want to tear him to pieces.

His instincts have always been accurate, this eldest princess.

It's not simple.

Xiao Jingchen's fingertips finally settled on her words, and he nodded indiscriminibly, and there was a dark glow hidden in his eyes, which was uncertain.

He always felt that there seemed to be something very important that he had overlooked.

But now, those clues are connected by a line, which makes his mind full of clutter.

Xiao Jingchen's fingers tapped on the table, but he paused suddenly.

Wrong.

Yanhua Temple is guarded by the Imperial Forest Army, and now the eldest princess and the great gift are imminent, and it is an extraordinary period, at such a time, the people who can quietly sneak in and kill him, although they can't do without, but there are very few.

Moreover, whether they want to cooperate with him or want to take his head, they will not bring the black oil bomb here at this time.

Because of all the previous coincidences, he targeted the army.

But in fact, in addition to the military, the people who are most likely to come into contact with black oil bombs are the royal family.

Zhao Huangge.

The eldest princess who was in Yanhua Temple with him, if she wanted to do something, it would be easier for her than outsiders.

Xiao Jingchen's mind suddenly flashed with that smiling face.

It was as soft as her voice, but with a pair of sharp and icy eyes.

Does she really have nothing to do with this game against him?

……

Zhao Huangge didn't expect that the evolution of things would take a sharp turn.

After Xin Yi woke up, he cooperated with the Beida Battalion, one in the light and the other in the dark, but on the second day, the case of the private soldier was investigated on He Rongyuan's head.

The military department naturally had to protect his subordinates, and the two sides quarreled in the court.

That letter can be used as evidence, but it is not ironclad evidence, and the Five Cities Soldiers and Horses Division is in a hurry to close the case, so they naturally want to bite this bite; The Ministry of War accused them of forgery, and who knows if they wanted to borrow a knife to kill someone.

Between you and me, the emperor was unbearable, and in a fit of anger, he directly asked people to arrest He Rongyuan, and the military department avoided suspicion, and the other three parties continued to investigate.

After getting the news, Zhao Huangge's first reaction was that it was going to be worse.

She pressed her heart beating wildly, and intuitively felt that something was wrong.

"Didn't this palace tell me before, the Dragon and Tiger Division must not participate. And Song Qiyuan, how did he do things? ”

She clearly explained that this matter needs to be secretly verified, and it is not allowed to cause chaos openly.

Now that the Mid-Autumn Festival is imminent, not to mention the impact of such a case on Baiguan, just say that Murong Zhong is extremely cunning, and the more chaotic the situation is, the better he will get out!

Sang Zhi didn't know the reason, because he comforted: "Don't worry, princess, and then ask your subordinates." ”

Zhao Huangge took a deep breath, stopped her and said, "You allow this palace to think about it first." ”

Things have developed to this point, which Zhao Huangge never expected, she always felt that there seemed to be a pair of invisible hands pushing forward.

Her original intention was to use the private soldier case to pull Murong Zhong into the water, but now, it seems to have become a game of several forces, but the private soldier case is not so important.

Zhao Huangge pinched his eyebrows, closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, his eyes were already clear.

It doesn't work that way.

The situation in the court is too chaotic, and it is not good for North Vietnam, but good for those thieves.

She has no soldiers and no power now, instead of confessing those strange powers to the imperial brother, it is better to take advantage of being in Yanhua Temple, use Xiao Jingchen, and make another plan.

"Mulberry branches."

Hearing Zhao Huangge call himself, Sang Zhi hurriedly promised: "My subordinates are here." ”

Zhao Huangge didn't speak immediately, she bent her knuckles, knocked on her forehead, and said in a deep voice after a while: "After nightfall, you go to the small Buddha hall." ”

……

After the mulberry branch went, Zhao Huangge waited until the second half of the night, and he didn't know when he fell asleep, but he fell into the swamp of nightmares again.

The jackdaw's voice was so loud that it dragged her out of the abyss of nightmares and made her sit up straight from her bed.

The autumn night was cold, but her back was wet with cold sweat, Zhao Huangge looked around in a panic, and after seeing the familiar and unfamiliar environment, she slowly came back to her senses.

The mountain of corpses and the sea of blood are not there, the room is quiet, only the sound of jackdaws outside is endless.

She let out a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat from her forehead, remembered the events of the night, and furrowed her brows again.

It's almost dawn, why hasn't the mulberry branch come back yet?

Xu is that dream was too frightening, Zhao Huangge's heart was beating wildly, but it intensified, and the sound of dong dong was like a drum, which also made her feel uneasy.

When the sky turned over the belly of the fish, she couldn't wait any longer, summoned Jinxiu in, and asked, "Where are the mulberry branches?" ”

Jinxiu was about to say goodbye, but she was taken aback by her expression, and subconsciously replied: "Last night, wasn't she waiting in the room?" ”

Zhao Huangge's heart suddenly sank.

Seeing the uneasiness in her eyebrows, Jinxiu hurriedly comforted: "Don't worry, princess, the slave will look for it." ”

Seeing that she was going out, Zhao Huangge shook his head and said, "No need, wait for the palace to change clothes." ”

Jinxiu said so, and the mulberry branch must not have come back.

She is clear about Sang Zhi's kung fu, otherwise she would not let Sang Zhi go with peace of mind.

After all, Zhao Huangge arranged for her to go to the Little Buddha Hall last night in order to bury a "thunder" for Xiao Jingchen.

But now, I'm afraid that this thunder was not buried, but it made her lose people.

After changing her clothes, her expression had calmed down a lot, she glanced at herself in the bronze mirror with condensed eyebrows, turned around and indifferently ordered: "This palace goes to the national master's meditation room, you don't have to follow." ”

Hearing this, Jinxiu subconsciously wanted to say something, but after seeing her expression, she said respectfully: "Yes." ”

Somehow, she always felt that the current princess seemed to have a ...... Murderous.

……

Xiao Jingchen is not in the meditation room.

The sky was just dawning, and the morning sun was rising, and he sat in the small Buddha hall and closed his eyes and recited the scriptures.

The light-colored morning sun shone in through the window lattice and fell on the futon, which also clothed the man's body with a layer of holy light.

The Buddha bathes in holy light, and his face is full of compassion.

Zhao Huangge searched all the way, but when he saw the person in the room, his footsteps paused slightly and stopped outside the door.

She was like an extreme of him.

He was angry and had a fierce face.

The Holy Light could not fall on her body, and the light of the Buddha could not shine into her heart.

She is a revenant of hell, a wrath that stirs up the storm.

The devil blocks the demon.

The Buddha blocks and kills the Buddha.

Feeling the gaze that fell on his body like substance, Xiao Jingchen opened his eyes.

Behind her was the dawn of the newborn, but in front of her was darkness that could not be illuminated.

Xiao Jingchen couldn't really see her expression, but he really felt her full of anger.

He stood up and made a Buddhist salute to her: "Why did the princess come?" ”

Kunshan jade shattered was not half of his voice, and when he heard it in Zhao Huangge's ears, he only felt very disgusted: "The national teacher is wise, have you ever guessed the purpose of this palace?" ”

Hearing this, Xiao Jingchen bent his lips slightly, and his voice was as cold as ever: "The poor monk saw that the princess was pale and her steps were floating, and he thought that he was disturbed by something. ”

Zhao Huangge stared at his face for a moment, and asked, "Does the national teacher have a solution?" ”

Her gaze was like a sharp blade, but Xiao Jingchen did not dodge or dodge: "If the princess wishes, she can meditate and chant with the poor monk to calm her mind." ”

As soon as these words came out, Zhao Huang laughed angrily.

She was very sure that this person must have known about Sang Zhi, otherwise, he wouldn't have fought with her here!

Thinking of this, Zhao Huangge was not in a hurry.

She slowly walked into the small Buddha hall, and finally stood in front of him: "Then, does the national teacher know what is disturbing the palace?" ”

She was too close, and Xiao Jingchen could clearly smell her again.

Like a hibiscus blooming, the dark and elegant fragrance is not as aggressive as others.

He tilted his head, a rare feeling of discomfort, trying to avoid her breath.

But he didn't want to, and the next moment Zhao Huangge himself retreated first.

She did not meditate as he said, but walked to the Buddha statue, her eyes swept over the golden body of the Buddha, looked around the huge Buddha hall, and finally fell on him.

"It is said in the world that a national teacher can deduce the heavens with one pair of hands, and one pair of eyes can see through everything, but this palace has a question."

Zhao Huangge stared at him with condensed eyes, and his words were like knives: "Can the national teacher really predict the prophet, or - pre-planning, planning, pre-being, first?" ”