Xia Jiejie squeezed out a smile, said hello to her younger brother, and then picked up the discarded dragon mask and brought it again.

At this time, there were many voices of patrols and city gate guards hurriedly in the distance, and when they saw the dead bodies all over the ground and the Son of Heaven standing in them, their faces immediately turned like earth, but they said that they had not heard any fighting sound last night.

After a little interrogation, Jin Lian was directly honest, the small area of the large shield array that he exchanged for his life span could be isolated in a small area, so neither the Water Mirror Palace nor the guards and patrols did anything to do anything.

Xia Jiejie is not suitable for seeing outsiders, so she waved her hand lightly to her younger brother, and left quietly, it doesn't matter to Xia Guang, looking at the appearance of her imperial sister, I am afraid that she is living very well, after all, she is the son of a black sky.

Although the shadow court is mysterious, I have already been to visit once, and I miss the imperial sister, so I can naturally go to the house at any time.

As for why not keep her?

Let her no longer be a black man, just by her side.

This idea just flashed in Xia Guang's mind.

Everyone has their own life and destiny.

It's not that the royal sister is tied to her, it's for her good, it's to make her happy.

The royal sister is close to herself, but she is not very happy except for the night of parting, now looking at it like this, it is obvious that she has no heart and lungs, and there is no grievance, and her body shape has changed from the original little soybean sprouts to today's big white rice worms, in this case, what are you reluctant to do?

Seeing the imperial sister wrapped in dark gold robes disappear behind the tree, Xia Guang just watched more and more people rushing to kowtow to the emperor.

The emperor was not furious this time, but his expression as calm as the eve of a storm showed that he was extremely depressed at the moment, and he had many things to deal with.

For example, the Heavenly Sage.

For example, the remnants of the White Lotus.

For example, he is a traitor in the Ouchi guards who have a lot to do with the Green Pothos Zen Temple.

For example, the spies in the palace.

If Xia Guang hadn't arrived in time this time, and with unimaginable strength, he would have died unreasonably, and even Da Zhou would have been stolen by the White Lotus Sect.

Thinking of the posture of his own imperial brother almost flying one halberd just now, Xia Zhi was speechless in his heart.

Brother, this time it's not a comparison of strength, those on the other side are all old yin who can pit me, all kinds of sneak attacks, all kinds of surface smiles, and knives behind your back, just this is still broken by you directly with force, how awesome are you.

Although the Son of Heaven was furious in his heart, he still looked sideways at the imperial brother who had just descended as if he was killing a god.

The latter happened to say goodbye to him, and then said that he would go back first.

Xia Zhi nodded, and then said Wait for me, I will go back with you.

Not... It's more secure.

After entering the palace, Xia Zhi directly turned over all the four strongest secret guards of the hidden "Wind Forest Volcano" to strengthen the defense of the palace and even the capital.

In this way, the Tiger Guard, the Dark Guard, and Ouchi are all out.

He had too many things to deal with, but just now in the imperial study, the white-haired old man with a square face broke into the door directly, and asked Xia Guang to be the son of the black sky.

The Son of Heaven was happy at first, because this white-haired old man was the last generation of the Black Son of Heaven who covered the sky in the rivers and lakes back then, the "Great Mammoth" Xia Feilian, but Xia Guang He was not ready to go to the Shadow Imperial Court, the strength of the emperor's brother, close to the military will have a greater development prospect, let him hand over with Huang Sheng in the Five Tiger Generals, which also has this meaning.

When he is ten years old, he will be given a fief and let him go out and explore on his own.

But Xia Feilian didn't give up, he just pestered the Son of Heaven, looking like "If you don't agree to me, don't want to do anything".

The Son of Heaven said helplessly: "This... Isn't there a black son of heaven now? Although I am the son of heaven, the rules set by our ancestors are not something that can be changed by saying that they can be changed. ”

Xia Feilian asked: "What else can Xia Jiejie do besides being lazy and lazy?"

The Son of Heaven thought about it, anyway, in the future, he would calculate again, and he would never count the Shadow Imperial Court as a chess piece, even if he had to move, he would have to repeatedly check Xia Jiejie's attack steps before speaking, so the emperor coughed and said with a clear conscience: "Although the imperial sister is lazy, but..."

Xia Feilian's eyes widened and asked, "But what? What are her advantages!!"

The Son of Heaven thought about it again and again, and said solemnly: "Imperial sister, she is stable." ”

Xia Feilian looked at the Son of Heaven with a look of "If you say this, won't your conscience hurt".

The Son of Heaven said: "I have seen this assassination incident in my eyes, and I am not in chaos, and I am even ready to die calmly with me..."

The Son of Heaven released his unique skill of fighting mouth cannons, and began to speak at length in this field that Xia Feilian was not good at, and soon, the latter lost interest in talking, and showed an expression that he didn't want to talk to anyone in the near future, his mind was dizzy, and then he said goodbye.

The Son of Heaven breathed a sigh of relief, and then coldly looked into the distance, his thoughts drifting to the assassination in the early hours of the morning.

Really when I'm a soft persimmon, I pinched it casually?!

The words are divided into two ends.

Wang Jiuying was very weak, his eyes were closed, and he refused to open them even when he woke up.

She had no way to face Xia Guang, no way to face her dead family, and no way to face the failed White Lotus Sect.

Xia Guang took her back to the hut where she originally lived, put her on the familiar bed, and called the imperial doctor.

The old doctor is also a skilled doctor, and he made some conditioning drugs, and then said that there are still injuries that need to be asked in the palace to apply for secret medicine for healing, what does he say, Xia Guang will go to ask for something, and the little prince will open his mouth, so he will give what he wants.

Everyone knows that this assassination, the emperor is really angry to change the world, if it weren't for the last rescue of the little prince, the emperor of the Great Zhou is afraid that there is really someone else at this time.

Some people also wonder if the emperor will have jealousy and suspicion.

There must be that.

But the emperor's mental skill, if he were not a man with a small eye of a mouse, would not have done anything to destroy the Great Wall after all.

It's hard to be an emperor.

It is even more difficult to be an emperor in a powerful world.

Therefore, for his own monster, Xia Zhi directly faced it with a "thousand and one hundred obedient" attitude.

The medicine was in place, Wang Jiuying's injuries recovered quickly, and when the deep winter passed, the willows of early spring shrouded this small courtyard like smoke, she had recovered unhindered.

It's just that this former little palace maid also learned about the process of the White Lotus fiasco, she sighed, sat alone on the bed, staring at the house that had been rejuvenated and rich.

Originally, he was either well-behaved and docile, or charming and crazy, but his face had no look, as if he had lost his soul, and he stayed for a day.

The Golden Lotus Holy Envoy Wang Shilian was tortured in the heavenly prison and found out a lot of secrets, and then he was made a game and put outside the palace to behead, which attracted a wave of White Lotus believers to come and send him to death, and then he died.

Fifty years of layout, fifty years of thirst, fifty years of expectation.

Now it is a bamboo basket for nothing, and the success or failure of right and wrong is so cruel.

The White Lotus Six-Colored Holy Envoy is now the only one left.

And the culprit of everything is this... Close relatives.