The royal sister's eyes were like big grapes, and she gurgled and rolled, full of incredulity.

And the boy on the bed was still asleep, his face ruddy.

Royal Sister: ???

The not-so-smart head began to spin rapidly, and soon she got the answer in her heart, ouch mom, the Buddha really blessed.

So, she felt that she should take a moment to repay her vows, after all, she had just doubted the Buddha, which was really undeserved.

By the time the acupuncture channel was unlocked, it was already dark.

A wisp of early autumn glow pierced through the crack in the window, and the boy yawned, and then naturally began to cry.

Xia Jiejie only felt that her back hurt and her feet cramped, but the boy's cry made her feel that she should call the nurse to come, but the Xuanbing Ke was still dead on the ground, and a lot of blood exploded like a centipede, which was terrifying.

Soon, the palace guards came over.

This group of guards would still assume the etiquette of master and servant, and respectfully kneel on one knee to greet the eldest princess, who was still a girl, and the future prince who was still lying on the window.

When they saw the Xuanbing guest who had been dead on the ground for a long time, the guards were obviously stunned.

This assassin is quite strong, but he relied on his cold and icy true qi to hurt many brothers last night, and he is still healing.

How could such a person die in the room of this sister and brother?

The most correct ending is not the death of the sister and brother, right?

Although this idea is quite contradictory.

But that's what the guards thought.

Next, the royal sister felt that it was time for her to come out and explain.

So she ran out and gave a detailed and detailed description in what she thought was concise, such as "She silently recited the blessing of the Buddha in her heart, and then suddenly, a golden light fell from the sky and attacked the assassin directly, causing him to cry for his life." ”

For example, "sincerity is spirituality, and I still need to find a day, carry the string of Buddha beads, bring two good plates of incense, and go to the temple to make a vow." ”

She behaved very vividly, as if she really saw the gods and Buddhas protecting herself.

The guards couldn't help but look up at the top of their heads.

But with the gray beams overhead, and the cobwebs because of the lack of cleaning, it is impossible for even Tibetans, let alone gods and Buddhas.

Therefore, after a little examination, the guards found that the assassin died because of the internal force and the bursting of blood vessels, which caused the seven orifices to bleed, completely ignored the description of the eldest princess, and made up the most appropriate and reasonable explanation in their minds.

The Assassin died of exhaustion.

He fought with the palace guards, and although he escaped, he had exhausted all his strength.

"The big boss did it, right?"

"The thief was first stabbed with a sword by the big leader, and then slapped with a palm. ”

"That's right. ”

The guards chattered and quickly set the tone.

The master of the palace and the leader of the guards, Shi Jiuzhou, was once the best among the lay disciples of the Green Pothos Zen Academy, with both swords and strong internal strength.

was stabbed in the left shoulder by the big head leader, he was already injured, and he was slapped again, thinking that it was indeed the internal force that injured the internal organs, and the desperate rush led to such a result.

"Eldest princess, the little prince is frightened. ”

The guards who led the team apologized again, and then led the crowd away, and soon the palace ladies also came to clean up.

However, Emperor Xia Zhi did not come to investigate, after all, there was no accident.

What's more, in his opinion, his brothers were killed by himself when they took the heir, and it was interesting enough to leave these two, just to make a "souvenir".

Since the "souvenir" is not dead, what is the need to look at it?

Or don't say a few words?

But what is there to greet a little girl who is only thirteen years old, and a child who is only two years old?

He himself was assassinated, and he was already furious, busy sweeping the capital.

As for these two souvenirs, his will is very simple, but the four words "strengthen the guard", and that is it.

No one cares about the flowers that grow quietly in the corners of the flowerbeds full of spring.

Because a hundred flowers compete for beauty, nature is lovely, and who will look away and cast their eyes on some desolate and sad corners?

Soon, the assassination storm subsided.

After a while, when it was autumn and nong, Xia Guang felt that he should be able to walk, so he would go.

Xia Jiejie was very happy, she felt that she had succeeded, and secretly took a pot of wine and a dish from the imperial dining room.

No one cares about her, and naturally no one wants to waste their tongues here to question "what kind of system".

After a while, it became more and more cold in winter.

One day, the palace was indeed full of lights, and Xia Jiejie knew that another year had passed.

The emperor seemed to be dealing with something important, and he did not come to the family banquet, but the queen presided over it, and the dignified woman did not embarrass the sister and brother.

But whether it is for Xia Jiejie or Xia Guang, this is just a dull meal.

There is no family affection.

After the night ban in the palace, after the family banquet, the thin, somewhat sad girl hugged the boy, hurried through the lanes of the palace, returned to the courtyard, washed up, and went to bed to rest.

It's silent.

It's midnight.

And suddenly, a feeling of extreme palpitations hit, and the sleeping Xia Guang's eyes suddenly opened in the dark.

Then the pupils shrink dramatically.

Even he was shocked by the scene in front of him at this time.

The imperial sister beside her was actually golden all over, like a sculpture lying down and sleeping.

Xia Guang hurriedly pushed the arm of the girl next to him.

Motionless!

What exactly is this??

Xia Guang hurriedly observed the surroundings, the room was still a room, and the layout had not changed at all.

But whether it is the snow-white gauze tent in front of you, or the round wooden table in the center of the room, or a screen painted with "butterfly love flowers" on the side, or the antique tea table... It all gave him a dead, weird, and eerie feeling.

It was as if this was not a house for the living, but a place of ominous gray deadness.

His gaze hurried to the dark vermilion door that entered the room.

Nothing!

You must know that since he got the internal force in the Buddhist scriptures, he has become deaf and clear-sighted, which is extraordinary.

At this time, he didn't even hear any sound in his ears.

Not even the wind on a winter night!

Looking at the door again, all of a sudden, his young heart was beating wildly, and it was an instinct, as if this was another way of reminding him of the ominousness outside the door.

But it didn't last long, it took about a minute to recover.

Xia Guang blinked again, the royal daughter of the golden sculpture on his side had returned to her normal complexion, and everything inside and outside the house seemed to have returned to the world.

The white gauze tent is no longer miserable, and the door no longer gives people the idea of coffin red...

It seems that everything is alive again.

"Sister. ”

The boy nudged the arm of the princess beside him.

Xia Jiejie opened her eyes vaguely, "Ah, Xiaoguang, are you hungry?

Her behavior was normal.

Xia Guang pretended to be confused: "Sister." ”

Then he rolled over and didn't move.

The imperial sister was stunned for a moment, and then smiled: "It turns out that she was talking in her dreams." ”