Summer passes, and the weather slowly begins to cool.

When the sky is about to dawn, the morning star is still hanging high in the sky. The morning light has not risen, and the night dew has not yet dispersed. In the only wooden house in the Nuanchun Pavilion, He Xiaoqiao was still sleeping in the quilt, Jiang Fenghao added a quilt to her, looked at Ah Fu again, and told it to guard by the bed for a step and not to leave, and then gently pushed the door and walked out.

Leng Ling was already waiting outside, "Lord Wang." ”

Jiang Fenghao glanced at him, "Others can't believe the king, so you have to come here to help watch, don't let people find out that the princess is here, understand?" ”

Leng Ling's face was expressionless, holding the hilt of the sword and nodded, "Don't worry, your subordinates understand." ”

"Good." Jiang Fenghao turned around again and glanced at the cabin, then stretched out his arms, jumped over the wall, and floated away.

In the early hours of the morning, the guards in the palace did not relax at all.

Although Jiang Fenghao had the right to walk sideways in the palace, he didn't want to confront those guards at this time, so he picked a small path all the way, and his body swept over the red wall and green tiles like a ghost.

After galloping on the roof for about two quarters of an hour, Jiang Fenghao turned over and fell into a desolate and gloomy courtyard without blushing or panting.

Liluoting, Dayan's most prestigious haunted house. It is said that when the ancestral emperor invaded the imperial city, half of the concubines of the previous dynasty died in this place, and most of them committed suicide.

When the ancestral emperor first ascended the throne, there were often palace maids and eunuchs who heard a creepy cry in the middle of the night, and they cried all night, but when they went in, it was clear that no one was there.

Over time, rumors of haunting spread, and as time went on, no one dared to come here, and it became a forbidden place in the palace.

The waning moon hung in the air, and the surroundings were desolate and gloomy, and it seemed that someone was really weeping and wailing in a trance.

Jiang Fenghao raised his eyebrows, and as soon as he fell from the wall into the courtyard, a circle of guards dressed in black and holding weapons appeared around him, all of them were expressionless, exuding an invisible aura, and the kind of coldness unique to soldiers was not comparable to ordinary practitioners.

It seems that Jiang Mufeng's kid has done a good job in security.

"Who's coming?"

Jiang Fenghao didn't have much smile on his face, and calmly glanced at the person who spoke, "See for yourself." ”

The guard at the head squinted his eyes and looked at him carefully by the moonlight, and the color of the ground changed, and he hurriedly knelt down and saluted, "The last general, Xiao He, see the prince!" ”

"Get up." Jiang Fenghao had an excellent posture, standing leisurely and calmly between the sword light and sword shadows, and waved his hand without being salty or indifferent, "This king is going to go in now, I wonder if General Xiao will let him go?" ”

"It's nature."

Xiao He answered, turned his head and whispered to those subordinates who were still holding weapons, "Why don't you put all the guys away and step aside for me!" ”

Only a few sonorous sounds were heard in the darkness, and the guards who put their swords in their sheaths gave one order and one action, and soon retreated as quickly as they came, leaving Xiao He alone to lead the way for Jiang Fenghao, "Lord Wang, please come here." ”

Jiang Fenghao smiled, and replied politely like a dog, "It's hard work." ”

Pushing open the old wooden door covered in cobwebs, the two of them entered the dilapidated main house together. Xiao He led the way in front of him, until he walked to a dusty table on the right side of the inner room, and reached out to uncover the picture scroll hanging on the wall, revealing a hole the size of a shoebox inside, in which a few oil lamps were hidden crookedly.

Xiao He didn't hesitate at all, reached out and swept the oil lamps aside, touched them inside, grabbed a ring and pulled it out.

In the darkness, only a click was heard, followed by the sound of the machine running, but after a while, the wall with the table retreated nearly a meter, and the ground trembled slightly, and the blue bricks where the two had been standing collapsed one by one, and the ingenious structure formed the shape of a staircase, and the dark hole was just enough for the two to pass through.

Xiao He took a torch from the side and handed it to Jiang Fenghao, and after he took it, he took a step back, "Lord Wang, the responsibility of the subordinates is there, so I won't go in." ”

"This king understands, General Xiao should be busy first." Jiang Fenghao nodded, and was not polite to him, took the torch and went straight down the tunnel.

Behind him, Xiao He quickly returned everything to its original state, closed the door without squinting, and returned to his post.

Jiang Fenghao walked with a torch for a while, and the surroundings were dark at first, and then gradually became open and bright.

From the exit, it is a long strip of space, surrounded by a whole flat boulder, which looks similar to the basement of a rich gambling house, but it is more spacious and brighter.

After all, it is in the palace, and the emperor sometimes comes to see the excitement, and the torches are naturally lit a lot, so as to ensure smooth walking!

As soon as Jiang Fenghao entered, the people guarding inside found out, and as soon as he stood up, he found that it was someone he knew, and he immediately turned around the knife edge, clasped his hands into fists and saluted, "Lord Wang!" ”

They are all people who have been trained from the secret guards of the palace, and although they are now serving the emperor, it is impossible not to recognize their former boss.

Jiang Fenghao nodded in response, threw the torch to the nearest secret guard, looked up, and asked in a deep voice, "What about people?" ”

"It's right in front, the prince is here, please."

Jiang Fenghao responded with a monosyllable, and just wanted to follow the secret guard forward, but suddenly heard the sound of small footsteps from behind, accompanied by a few hurried calls.

Jiang Fenghao stopped, looked sideways, and saw a tall woman in luxurious clothes, with a veil on her face, walking over with a look of surprise, and her two hands kept gesturing at him.

"Ahhhh

Jiang Fenghao looked at her, thought for a long time, and finally spoke, "...... Please speak human language. "Please forgive him for not being able to read sign language.

The woman's face turned green in an instant.

"Ahh Knowing that her throat was filled with molten iron, she couldn't get better, but she still laughed at her like this!

The secret guard closest to the two of them couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing, making the woman glare fiercely, and quickly put away his expression and stood with his head hung down solemnly, lowering his sense of presence and pretending to be counting the ants passing by on the ground very seriously.

"If you want to see it, follow it, and no one will stop you."

Jiang Fenghao snorted, glanced at her with his hands on his chest, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he turned around and continued to move forward.

The woman stomped her foot, her mouth opened, and to her chagrin remembered that she could not speak, so she stopped speaking, and followed angrily.

The group walked some distance down the narrow passage before finally stopping in front of the cell-shaped room on the left.

The cell was surrounded by mud walls on three sides, except for the one facing the outside, which was made of thigh-thick cross-beams for easy access.

Jiang Fenghao took two steps forward and looked condescendingly at the black shadow huddled in the corner.

Probably hearing footsteps, the black figure moved, then raised its head, and looked through the loose hair with a slightly dull gaze.

The corners of Jiang Fenghao's mouth hooked up a sarcastic smile, with coldness in his eyes, and he asked in a low voice, "I wonder if the princess is still comfortable living here?" ”

"It's you!" The person in the corner came to his senses instantly, his eyes burst out with strong hatred, and he rushed towards the door like crazy, holding the horizontal logs that blocked her way, and screamed hoarsely, "Jiang Fenghao!" It's you! It's you! ”

As soon as she arrived in Dayan, she was reduced to a prisoner, she thought that the person who captured herself and locked up in this dark place was Emperor Dayan, but she didn't expect it to be him!

"Yes, it's the king." Although Jiang Fenghao had a smile on his face, there was no smile in his eyes, Shi Shiran stood in place, just out of her reach, let her grit her teeth with hatred, how to stretch her arms couldn't touch the corner of his clothes, "I haven't seen you for a few months, the princess is still so enthusiastic about this king, and it really flatters this king." ”

"Let me out!" The eyes of the people in the prison cell were full of hatred, and their faces were hideous, gritting their teeth, as if they couldn't bite off a large piece of meat from Jiang Fenghao's body on the spot, "I am the third princess of Xiyuan, you have no right to imprison me!" ”

"Oh?" Jiang Fenghao looked at her with a smile, took two steps back, sat down on the chair sent by the secret guard, and leisurely flicked the hem of his clothes with his fingers, "If you are really the third princess of Xiyuan, this king will send someone to send you back to serve you well." But it's a pity...... You and I both know that you're not. ”

The woman in the cage who looked like Hu Yan Suxin was breathing, and the blood on her face instantly receded, and she didn't dare to meet Jiang Fenghao's gaze that seemed to know everything, she clenched her hands and gritted her teeth to argue, "Presumptuous!" This palace is the third princess of the Western Yuan Dynasty, Huyan Suxin! There is no room for questioning! ”

Jiang Fenghao supported his chin with one hand and looked at her face with interest, although it had become a little haggard due to many days of imprisonment, but it was still beautiful and seductive, and his voice was lazily revealing a ruffian, "I said, it's not a good thing to have a hard mouth. If you really bite this identity, then what will happen next, this king doesn't care. ”

As he spoke, his eyes turned to the masked woman standing beside him, whose eyes were wide and he could see that she was already angry, and asked with a smile, "What do you say?" Three princesses. ”

The woman in the cell raised her head suddenly, her eyes staring at the masked woman who exuded anger all over her body, and her eyes met her cold eyes, and she couldn't help but shudder.

The masked woman known as the Third Princess had a calm face, and a pair of beautiful eyes flashed with hatred no less than hers, and she reached out and tore off the veil that blocked her face, revealing a face that was exactly the same as her.

The only difference is that there is a scar on that face that starts from the right eyebrow bone and runs through the entire right side of the face, like a centipede.

The heart of the person in the cell shrank, and the whole person fell to the ground, holding himself with both hands and screaming as if he had seen a ghost, "No...... Impossible! Impossible! You're dead! It's dead! ”

Why is she still alive? How could she still be alive!

The woman who was covered before, that is, the real third princess of Xiyuan, Hu Yansu had a sneer on the corner of her mouth, looking at the face opposite that was exactly the same as herself, looking at her frightened appearance, the hatred in her chest couldn't stop surging up, making her hate to rush up immediately and cut ten knives on her face to vent her anger.

She wanted to scold angrily, wanted to greet her ancestors for eighteen generations, wanted to ask her why, but she couldn't say a word - her throat was completely useless, and she would never be able to speak in the future, and she would never be able to sing for her beloved, and all of this was due to the slut in front of her who pretended to be her!

The feeling of being worse than death when the molten iron poured into her throat is still vivid, the former sisterhood has been blinded by power, in order to become a human being, she deliberately approached her, took her identity without her defense, ruined her appearance, and sent her to hell with her own hands!

How can she not complain, so that she can not hate!