Emperor Xuanwu ordered the construction of shelters, the reception of refugees, the opening of granaries, and the release of grain for the refugees.

Some people prayed day and night, hoping that Sima Ruyi would come forward to end the war and return them to a peaceful homeland.

Sima Mansion, the lights are bright, the red lantern hangs high on the beam, Sima Xiong has not changed his court clothes, hurried home, and saw his wife sitting alone by the window, weeping, his heart tightened, walked over quickly, hugged his wife's shoulder, and asked in a deep voice: "Good and dignified, what's wrong with you?"

"Sir...... If the people are not living today, how many people have died tragically? You say, what does Ruyi think, she is the only one who can stop this war now, she is like a person who has evaporated, does she really want to see Xuanwu destroy the country, is she willing to come out?" Xue Qiao cried with tears in her eyes, looking sad and compassionate, but in the depths of her tearful eyes, she was full of yin owls!

She wished that the Twelve would be pushed out by Emperor Xuanwu and handed over to the White Tiger for disposal, who would have thought that Emperor Xuanwu would not forget to defend her at this time!

Why?

She is just a waste, how can she be protected by the king of a country?

Compared with Twelve, who once became a famous genius at a young age, her baby daughter, who still remembers? Since Sima Yi's dantian was abolished and became a wasted person, no one came to the Sima Mansion in the past, and seeing that Sima Yi was about to celebrate his seventeenth birthday, there were very few people who could mention his relatives, and even if there were, they were just cats and dogs, and they couldn't get into Xue Qiao's eyes at all.

This made her even more jealous of Twelve, if it weren't for Twelve, how could her daughter be reduced to this?

"You are kind-hearted, I see that the rebel girl clearly doesn't dare to appear, and I'm afraid that Bixia will hand her over to the white tiger, so I don't know what to find and hide. Sima Xiong's face was cold and said fiercely.

"However, if war breaks out today, how can she, as a Xuanwu, escape?" Xue Qiao wiped the tears from her face and whispered, "If it is Yi'er, it will definitely not be like this." ”

"How can she be compared to Yi'er?" Sima Xiong snorted coldly, in his mind, Twelve couldn't even compare to Sima Yi's hair.

Comparing her with Sima Yi is simply insulting his daughter's name!

"You just like to be cranky. Sima Xiong pinched Xue Qiao's pink face dotingly, "It's not too early, let's settle it." ”

Reaching out to take the blue curtain, the hibiscus tent spent the spring night, the sound of erosion, and it didn't take long for it to break through the room.

In the thick of the night, a black shadow flashed from the high wall, jumping into the inner room from the outside, and the guards of the guard held swords and shovels, leaning against the wall and falling asleep, at this time, it was the best time to kill people and sell goods.

The person who came was wrapped in black clothes, with a veil on his face, he knew the terrain of Sima Mansion very well, avoided the front yard with the most heavily guarded frontyard, passed through the corridor, and came straight to the backyard, where the courtyard of the female dependents lived, Sima Yi's house, the candlelight flickered, and a shadow was reflected on the papier-mâché window by the candle flame, and the person who came was overjoyed, poked the window, and stuffed a bamboo tube into it, and the smoke god ran into the house unconsciously, Sima Yi, who was about to fall asleep in his clothes, only smelled a fragrance, and suddenly, dizzy, the whole person collapsed on the bed with a bang, and lost consciousness。

Since Sima Yi's cultivation was deposed, her temperament has become more and more eccentric, and she always feels that the eyes of her subordinates looking at her are full of sympathy and ridicule, so that she dismissed the maid who originally followed her, and locked herself in the room all day long, and no one saw her, which made it easy for the man in black to succeed.

Using a dagger to pick up the latch from the crack in the door, the man in black jumped into the room, a cold smile rose from the corner of his mouth, grabbed Sima Yi's green silk, lifted her high, and the sharp blade had cut her throat, and blood gushed like a spring! Not only that, but he also brutally scratched Sima Yi's face completely until he was sure that she had lost her life, and before leaving, he tore off a black rag on the hem of her clothes and threw it on the window of the window, pretending to be the illusion that the murderer was inadvertently cut by the window when he left.

When the man in black left, no one found out until the next day, when the maid who brought washing utensils for Sima Yi pushed open the door, she smelled the smell of blood all over the room, and looked at the corpse that fell in a pool of blood, her face was ruined, like a corpse of a ghostly ghost, and let out an earth-shattering scream!

Sima Yi died tragically in the house, and the murderer is unknown.

This news quickly sank into the sea, and it never attracted anyone's attention at all, if it was Sima Yi, who was in the limelight before, maybe some people would pay attention, but now, she just has a beautiful body, no cultivation at all, just in the midst of war, who would be distracted to pay attention to the waste people of a small Sima Mansion?

Sima Yi died tragically, Xue Qiao fell into a coma on the spot, Sima Xiong was very sad, quickly built a mourning hall, changed her favorite clothes from Jin Xiuxuan, and had a beautiful funeral!

In the mourning hall, there is only the sound of novice chanting, intertwined with the sound of wooden fish, Xue Qiao has been in a coma for many days, he does not think about tea and dinner, he is depressed for many days, and he can't get out of bed at all.

"Heavens! What did I Sima Xiong do in my last life? In this life, you want me to cut off my children and grandchildren! Let my white-haired people send black-haired people!" He raised his head to the sky and wailed, and his voice was like blood swallowing tears, and those who heard it were moved.

Shami's face couldn't bear it, at this time Sima Xiong no longer had the majesty of the past, he was decadent, Sima Yi's death, he was exhausted, he was drunk, threw himself on the coffin and howled, crying like a beast whispering, so that the people in the house were terrified to hear, and they just wanted to take a detour.

On the second day, Emperor Xuanwu issued an edict to read Sima Xiong's funeral, and promised him that he would not have to go to court early for three days, Sima Xiong was drunk and unconscious, and the housekeeper in the house received the decree on his behalf.

At noon, Sima Xiong rubbed his sore temples and got up, his body exuded a foul smell, most of which he vomited after he was drunk last night, and no one came to help him change his robe full of stains, until he woke up and washed, no maid entered the house and cleaned up the room.

Everyone knows that after Sima Yi's death, Sima Ruyi did not recognize Sima Fu, and Sima Xiong's life was completely finished! It was impossible for Sima Fu to regain its former prestige.

As a result, when the people in the house were serving, they did not have the same intentions as before, and the things of stealing chickens and dogs were endless.

Xue Qiao found it difficult to lift his spirit to take care of internal affairs, and Sima Xiong was completely ignorant of people's actions, blindly immersed in grief.

Three days later, a servant dressed in coarse linen clothes rushed from the backyard with a rag in his hand.

"Sir!"

"What's the matter?" Sima Xiong's face was full of scum, and his eyebrows were full of decay, where was the spirit of the past?

"Look, this is the evidence that the slave found in the eldest lady's house, maybe it is the evidence left by the murderer unintentionally!" The servant handed a black rag to Sima Xiong, his expression changed, he immediately took it, and when he looked closely, he only felt that it was very familiar.

Black......

Dressed in black!?

Sima Ruyi!

In my memory, I hated Sima Yi deeply and loved the people in black robes, except for Sima Ruyi, who didn't think about her.

Sima Xiong's palm condensed a fierce fighting spirit, and one palm slapped heavily on the table next to his elbow, and the red paint was smashed in an instant! His eyes were bloodshot, he looked at the black cloth in his hand, and gritted his teeth word by word: "Sima Ruyi! This hatred is not shared with the sky!"

With only a piece of black cloth, he was determined to be the work of Twelve, but he was afraid that if she knew about it, he would definitely sneer again and again, Sima Xiong was crazy, maybe he urgently needed to find a reason to support him to live, and transform his hatred into Twelve, just want to crush her to ashes!

Twelve, who was far away in the Temple of the God King, suddenly sneezed, rubbed the tip of her red nose, she frowned, and an ominous premonition arose in her heart.

"Caught a cold?" Ling Yuhan shivered inadvertently when he saw her, and immediately put down the jade flute in his hand, and put his palm on her forehead, "It's not hot, just in case, let Mo Bai come to check your pulse." ”

"Don't make a big fuss," Twelve grabbed his wrist with his backhand and shook his head, "Maybe someone is thinking about me." ”

"Well, what kind of peach blossom debt have you caused me? One night, one Yun Ruohan, how many people do you want to provoke?" Ling Yuhan pretended to be annoyed, his face was calm, and only a pair of burning eyes were full of fragmented smiles.

"What are you thinking?" Twelve couldn't laugh, and reached out to twist the muscles in his waist fiercely, which made Ling Yuhan grin his teeth, but made Twelve laugh.

"You've always been thick-skinned, can this pain hurt you?" she raised her eyebrows and asked, the corners of her mouth opened an arc that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and squinted at Ling Yuhan, who was pretending.

He shrugged, noncommittal.

There was a sound of footsteps behind them, the two of them frowned slightly, turned around at the same time, looked behind, and saw a knife leading Ming Ye and others to come over, their faces were solemn, and Twelve and Ling Yuhan glanced at each other, and their hearts were solemn.

"Hall Master, who are you?" Ling Yuhan greeted him and asked in a loud voice.

"Something is wrong. A knife entered the pavilion, sat down at the stone table, his eyes were obscure, and he naturally stood behind the twelve in the bright night, Qiu Lou and Yun Ruoshui sat on both sides, Yun Ruohan and Ling Yu Hancheng stood left and right beside the twelve, and everyone gathered around the pavilion.

"What's the matter?" Twelve spoke indifferently, his face no longer had the soft color that he had just laughed with Ling Yuhan, his face was cold, and his face was like frost.

What happened to make the Lord of the God King Hall show such an expression?

Twelve's heart was puzzled, and he looked at Ling Yuhan, he was also confused.

"Just now I received a message from the flying pigeon, Xuanwu and the White Tiger have started a war. The two countries actually fought each other in short arms, the white tiger invaded the five cities of Xuanwu, and now the troops have divided into three routes, heading towards the Beijing Division, and if it continues like this, the day of Xuanwu's destruction is probably not far away.

"What is the reason?" Twelve's heart condensed, but she didn't pay much attention, the world must be divided for a long time, and it is a law that it will be united for a long time, and she is curious about what is the fuse of the war between the two countries.

As soon as the words fell, a complicated gaze fell on her.

"It's you. He suddenly spoke, but the words he said made everyone startled, and their faces changed suddenly!

"What!?" Qiu Lou and Yun Ruoshui exclaimed, "What's the matter with Guan Ruyi?"

Twelve also felt strange, she had been staying in the Temple of the God King, and the two countries were at war, how could she have anything to do with her.

"Should it be ......" Ling Yuhan held his chin and looked pensive, and he already had a vague conjecture in his heart.

"Do you still remember the incident in which you seriously injured Bai Zixu, the third prince of the White Tiger Kingdom, in the Four Kingdoms Competition?"

"Yes. Twelve nodded slowly, that day, she was controlled by the demons in her heart, and unintentionally hurt Bai Zixu, if it wasn't for Mu Li's appearance later, I'm afraid she would have been forcibly taken away by the people of the White Tiger Country.

"Why, didn't they use this name to attack Xuanwu?" Twelve asked in a deep voice, his eyes were cold! If this is the case, she seems to have invisibly become the fuse that contributed to the burning of the war!