Ling Xiaotian whispered in Su Baitong's ear: "Tongtong, over there in Kyoto...... The bodies of the three women who were burned to death in the monastery were fake......"

Su Baitong's body staggered suddenly,

"It's true." Ling Xiaotian said, "I just received the secret report from Beijing this morning, and after finding reliable people for an autopsy, their ages are far from what we saw that day. ”

Other words. Those three people were stand-ins.

Su Baitong's heart couldn't help but rise a glimmer of hope, so it seemed that maybe her mother Ziyao was still alive.

It's just that the inexplicable fire in the temple was not the work of the national teacher, how did her mother escape, and where did she come from...... All kinds of doubts came to my heart.

Seeing that she was silent, Ling Xiaotian guessed what she was worried about, so she comforted, "I have sent people out, if I can find your mother, I will definitely protect her, now that we are here to whip up, even if you are in a hurry, it will be useless." ”

didn't expect this time, but asked him to comfort her, worried that she would not be able to think about it.

Su Baitong raised her head, Ling Xiaotian was close to her. She could feel his powerful heartbeat beating through hers, beating clearly on her heart.

Ling Xiaotian looked at her eyes, his shadow reflected in his clear eyes, "...... Tongtong. ”

Although he knew it shouldn't be this way at this time. But the desire in my heart came out involuntarily.

He looked down and found her soft lips, pecked lightly on them, and again and again, and in a few moments both of them were breathing in confusion.

Su Baitong stretched out his hand to push him, "No...... Chang Zhao Niangniang is no longer there, Ling Xiaotian is now in the filial piety period, and he should not be close to his daughter......

Before she could finish speaking, Ling Xiaotian had already let go of her and gasped. A pained look on his face.

"What's wrong?" Su Baitong asked.

"I got a wound on the back......"

Su Baitong wanted to lift his clothes to check, but he didn't let him.

"It won't hurt if you come and kiss it." Ling Xiaotian laughed playfully.

Su Baitong couldn't cry or laugh.

The two of them made such a fuss, and the atmosphere just now was gone.

"Let them set the table, I'm hungry." Ling Xiaotian saw that Su Baitong's face had disappeared from the anxiety just now, so he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Suddenly, Su Baitong hugged his body from behind, carefully avoided his injury, and dropped a kiss on his back.

"That's ...... It doesn't hurt, does it? Su Baitong's voice was faint, but when he heard it, it was sweet to his heart.

The corners of Ling Xiaotian's mouth couldn't help but curl.

Kyoto. Powder snow covered the sky.

Outside the city, Ling Jingxiao, the Tenth Highness, was waiting there with a sword silk and several guards, ready to welcome Ling Xiaotian and his party back to Beijing.

Jian Siqing was dressed as a guard, pressing the sword at his waist with his left hand, and looking up into the distance from time to time.

"Sixth brother, they may have to wait a while." Ling Jingxiao sat in a temporary shelter set up on the side of the road, eating tea leisurely.

The snow was sprinkled and fell down the curtains that shielded the wind, gradually accumulating a thin layer on the ground.

"Why don't the Ten Highnesses wait for the Sixth Highness in the post station?" Silk asked, it was freezing outside, and they had been waiting for almost an hour.

"There are a lot of people in the station." Ling Jingxiao slowly twisted the Buddha beads in her left hand, her eyes looked at the silk feelings, and suddenly a sentence came out. "How's that purse you embroidered?"

Jian Siqing was stunned for a moment, and said, "What...... What purse? ”

"You've been secretly embroidering for the past month." Ling Jingxiao closed her eyes slightly and recited the Buddha's name, "Good, good, if you want to give away that purse, it's best to give it to me first to help you open the light to get rid of the evil spirit." ”

Jian Siqing's face turned red, "The purse I embroidered is not an unlucky object, Your Highness the Ten, you bully people!" ”

“…… It is just right to ward off evil spirits. Ling Jingxiao muttered seriously.

Silk was annoyed and angry, but there were still many guards standing beside them, so she had to endure it as much as she could, "I...... I just want him to see that my female celebrity can do well. ”

"Who do you want to see?" Ling Jingxiao squinted at her.

Jian Siqing suddenly realized that she had been tricked by the other party.

"I ......" she hesitated for a long time, never wanting to say those two words.

At this moment, a guard with information came back and said, "The Scarlet King's carriage has arrived. ”

Ling Jingxiao walked out of the sheltered shed and looked into the distance.

I saw a carriage coming from afar on the official road, followed by more than 50 guards.

The fine snow hit Ling Jingxiao's plain fox fur, forming clusters of ice crystals.

Ling Jingxiao couldn't help but sigh softly as she watched the carriage gradually approach.

They are like puppets that have been pulled by the lead, thinking that they can be free when they leave the palace, out of the bottomless sea of suffering, or cut off the ties with the world.

But after turning around, they will eventually come back here, and this is the sorrow of being a royal bloodline.

A fate that cannot be escaped!

The carriage stopped, and Ghost Face and the others dismounted and saluted Ling Jingxiao.

"Did you have a smooth journey?" Ling Jingxiao watched Ling Xiaotian jump out of the carriage first.

Ling Xiaotian wore a plain brocade robe with dark cloud patterns, and as soon as he got out of the carriage, he heard Su Baitong's voice coming from the carriage behind him, "Hurry up and put on the thick coat, beware of catching a cold." ”

A slender wrist stretched out from the curtain of the car, and handed out a thick piece of animal wool.

Ling Xiaotian didn't refuse, reached out and took the drape on her body, turned back to Ling Jingxiao and said, "Your sixth sister-in-law was seriously injured in Qiliang City, and it's cold outside, so I won't let her come down." ”

Ling Jingxiao smiled slightly, "It's all my own people, the sixth brother doesn't need to be polite, but the sixth sister-in-law has been tired along the way." ”

Even if Ling Xiaotian didn't let her get out of the car, Su Baitong still picked the curtain and greeted Ling Jingxiao.

Ling Jingxiao sighed, "The sixth sister-in-law has lost weight, and she will have to enter the palace in a while, and I don't know if I can support it." "Tucha Fengcai.

Ling Xiaotian glanced back at Su Baitong and said in a deep voice, "I want to let her rest for a while before entering the palace." ”

He didn't even know how long he would stay after entering the palace, he didn't care, anyway, his father's punishment was inevitable, he was used to it, but he couldn't bear to let Su Baitong suffer.

"In that case, the sixth brother will come with me, I have asked people to prepare vegetarian food, so I will treat it as a dust wash for the sixth brother and the sixth sister-in-law."

Ling Xiaotian thought for a moment, nodded and said, "This will trouble the tenth brother." ”

There is an advantage to letting Ling Jingxiao choose a place, because he is a lay brother, and most of the places he picks are related to Buddhism, even if the people in the palace provoke the reason, he also has a rhetoric.

Because they returned to Beijing this time to mourn Chang Zhaoniang, it is not a wrong thing to go to Buddhism to offer incense to them.

When Ling Xiaotian and Ling Jingxiao were talking, Su Baitong noticed that Jian Siqing walked to Ghost Face's side, and the two whispered something, Jian Siqing suddenly threw an object on Ghost Face, and walked away without looking back.

Su Baitong blinked, if she had seen it well just now, the thing that Silk Qing threw to the ghost face...... It seems to be a purse......