Gu Zi'an heard the rooster crow, waved his hand, and stopped.

Chun Xia was also a little puzzled when he followed him, "What's going on?" It's just a child, and you shouldn't scream. Her expression changed, as if she remembered the nonsense that had been circulated among the people, but she didn't dare to say more after Gu Zi'an.

"Let's go, let's see."

The guards behind Gu Zi'an hula-la, no one dared to speak.

Why do the chickens in this palace croak in the middle of the night?

The sound of the rooster crowing was endless, and under the dim night, it was dyed with a terrifying atmosphere. Chun Xia was also puzzled, but she had seen a lot of strange things over the years, and besides, with His Majesty by her side, how could she be afraid? Thinking of this, she walked up with her head held high, to see what the ghost looked like?

The heart-rending chirping of the chicken, as if struggling in hell.

The sound grew closer, piercing like ice struck into the river, splashing one after another. Gu Zi was calm in peace, with his hands behind his back, and his eyes were very calm. Bu Yuan continued to walk forward, the corners of his mouth inadvertently hooked into a smile. He played with the jade pendant in his hand, listening to the thumping movement.

Bu Yuan fell to the door where the sound came from, and Chun Xia remembered that this deserted house had been pointed out to the White Maiden.

"It's the White Maiden who is leaving this room today." Spring and Summer reminded in a whisper.

Gu Zi'an nodded, he remembered.

"Oops!" A female voice came out, "Don't run, don't run, don't run!" As he spoke, he heard the sound of crackling, and the noise in the courtyard finally stopped. Pushing the door in the spring and summer, I am afraid that there will be something that threatens His Majesty's safety. There were not a few candles in the courtyard, and there was no clutter outside the courtyard, except for the sound of people wheezing from inside the house.

Chun Xia was about to let the people in the house come out to greet her, but Gu Zi'an made a look, and she and the guards retreated silently outside the door.

"Who?" Bai Xining asked.

Gu Zi'an gently pushed the door of the dilapidated house, and saw Bai Xining squatting on the ground, his hair was a little messy, but his eyes were shining like bright moon pearls. When she saw him come in, she was stunned for a moment, smiled again, and said softly: "Your Majesty......" With a slight bow on her head, it was regarded as a salute.

The expression on her face was still as quiet and beautiful as the moon and clouds, but with the strength of her hand, she pressed a huge copper basin. There was a clanging thought inside. "There are faux pas, please forgive me."

Gu Zi'an walked over, "It's okay." So saying, he called two guards to come in and pressed the brass basin tightly.

Bai Xining Shanshan's thanks, the jade hairpin on the cloud sideburns was dyed with a layer of light frost by the cold moon.

"Why are you still here when it's late at night?" He asked, tilting his head, and walked back to the temple with her. The mighty man followed behind the two, walking briskly with his head bowed and holding the lantern.

Bai Xining whispered: "Originally, I wanted to show Your Majesty, but I didn't dare to leave at this moment, who knows if the chicken that was fed the medicine will suddenly go crazy and break free from the cage and escape." Sure enough, the cage seemed to be papier-mâché, and the pheasant flew straight out. It took me a while to press it under the basin. Xiang must have died of poisoning now. ”

He looked sideways at the girl who was half a head short of him, and said in a deep voice, "Fortunately." ”

When she heard this, she burst into joy, "Originally, it was also for herself, and the past things also made me extra vigilant." ”

Of course, Gu Zi'an knew that she was referring to the tragedy of destroying the door when she was a child, and Bai Xining is now pointing the finger at Yan Rong, presumably there must be evidence, otherwise she is not a person who talks nonsense. Bai Xining's eloquent appearance was very different from that of some time ago. The cunning and indifference in her eyes, Fang Cai's movements were crisp and neat, and there was no shyness of a little woman and the quietness of the past.

The harem is empty, and this lonely palace here and there are two sisters who don't fit in.

Their identities were originally suspicious, but Gu Zi'an's mother admitted that she was her righteous daughter, and no one had anything to say. Although it is majestic and majestic, Bai Xining does not feel imprisoned here, she goes in and out like a happy and lively swallow. Gu Zi'an's mother often asked her to come over these days to talk about idle folk topics.

Like a mother. She is generous and virtuous, and her voice is unhurried and unhurried. Bai Xining sat beside her, often thinking of her mother, and the woman would always comfort her, and make up for the time when she was the eldest sister and her lack of a younger sister with some little stories after Meng Yining came to Beiyang.

The next day, when the sun was shining, Meng Yining had already packed his bags and rushed all the way to the southwest. She put the Daxia jade pendant that Zhao Erze's house had copied on her chest. The wind blew the rest of her azure robes, and the hairband on her head fluttered. The girl's eyes are as sharp as iron, and she wants to reach Daxia as quickly as possible.

The three horses were exchanged, and the sand was wild all the way. The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on this vast land, and the silhouette of the girl stretched as long as the past.

Finally, before dark, I arrived at a city where I could rest, it was a city that was not prosperous, surrounded by mountains, and even the original war did not detour here. The people live and work in peace and contentment, and are self-sufficient. Meng Yining led the horses, looking east and west. It happens to be a market in the city, and there is a lively sowing festival among the torches under the starry sky.

The girl was small, huddled in the bustling crowd and secretly invisible. Le Yi, who didn't dare to pull it down for a moment, looked at the shadow behind him, and pushed aside the crowd to follow closely.

Meng Yining was pushed into a corner by the crowd, and leaned behind her, and a stumble happened to knock down a vendor's stall. Her face was full of apologies: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" Saying this, he bent down to pick up the scattered fruit, and the middle-aged man who fell to the ground, "I'm sorry, it's too crowded here, are you okay?" The little girl blinked and looked at each other like a pool of clear water.

The man was wearing a felt hat, covering the upper half of his face, and he smiled, revealing his cruel eyes, staring at Meng Yining. She looked at him and saw that his face was covered with strange tattoos, lying crooked like maggots around his eyes.

Meng Yining's expression suddenly showed vigilance, she let go of her hands, took a step back, and ran away one after another. The anger in the man's eyes and a slightly strange smile made her look very uncomfortable.

The lame foreign accent of the storyteller in the dilapidated restaurant made the people here listen to it with relish, and people listened to it interestingly, laughing at the life of the dignitaries and nobles. It is separated from the sun like a thousand mountains and rivers. The layers of mountain ranges, Meng Yining also used the map of the march, copied the path, and galloped the horse to arrive.

If they are forced to go out, it may take ten days and half a month.

The speaker looked at the Beiyang leather drum, the tone was lame, but the tone was high: "Let's say that after the battle between Beiyang and Daxia, the vitality was greatly damaged......

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