"Your Highness?"

After a brief silence, there was a buzz.

"When did she come back?"

"How do you know that? There's no news?"

She ...... It's still alive. ”

Song Fang sighed, the hand in his sleeve kept trembling, and it was difficult to hide his fear and uneasiness.

Ning Xiaoling was stunned for a while, and suddenly said, "Could it be her?"

Ning Chang asked, "Who?"

Ning Xiaoling immediately explained: "Legend has it that in the palace, it is not the crown prince or a princess who only says that His Royal Highness knows who he is, but ...... The adopted daughter of a mother. ”

Ning Changchang became more and more puzzled: "Adopted daughter?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded: "According to legend, more than ten years ago, the first emperor returned from the expedition and met a fairy-like woman on the city tower, he took this woman back to the palace, cast a hall for her, and worshiped her as a god, and this woman is beside her, it is said that there is a four or five-year-old girl, some people say that it is the illegitimate daughter of her and the emperor, some people say that it is the orphaned child she adopted, one of them and raised in the deep palace, and more than ten years ago, ......"

Ning Xiaoling's voice was lowered: "More than ten years ago, the main hall had just been completed, but the emperor who was supposed to be in his prime contracted a serious illness and finally died. ”

There was a lot of noise around him, and Ning Xiaoling looked around cautiously as she spoke, and was relieved to make sure that no one was paying attention to her.

Ning Chang figured out a lot of joints: "It turns out that twenty days ago, it was that lady who died. ”

Ning Xiaoling's eyes widened, and she was stunned for a moment before she understood his words.

There are many speculations among the people about the lady who has lived in the deep palace for a long time, although many people say that she is the demon girl who harmed Zhao Guoguozuo, and the violent death of the emperor must have nothing to do with her, but for more than ten years, who dares to really touch her?

Although this lady has never shown up, she has left many stories in Zhao State, such as the Qianyu Palace's flying sword and demon slashing, and the dragon coming to the court outside the nine heavens......

In Zhao Kingdom, whether that lady is a god or a demon, she is a legendary figure.

So she didn't think about it in that direction.

At this moment, Ning Changchang woke up with a word, and she suddenly became enlightened, and her heart said that if it was really that Niangniang who died, then as her daughter, how could Her Highness give up?

No wonder they are so scared......

Ning Chang said: "Even so, why are they afraid? If they dare to kill that mother, why don't they kill their daughter together?"

Ning Xiaoling hurriedly tugged at his sleeve and motioned for him to stop talking.

Fortunately, no one paid attention to him, because there was a faint figure outside walking through the rain curtain, and the voice of the person gradually fell silent.

Ning Chang stood in the shadows behind the door and looked over.

The autumn rain is cold, the trees are falling, and in the green and yellow courtyard, a girl in a snow-white skirt and a slender waist belt walks slowly with an old red umbrella.

She walked through the stone steps and collected the umbrella under the eaves, the girl held the umbrella like a sword at her waist, and the water droplets dripped from the tip of the umbrella, and the sound was clearly audible.

She looked around at the people in the hall, and finally fell on Song Bian's body, the girl pursed her lips and smiled slightly:

"Ladies and gentlemen...... Don't come unharmed?"

The clouds cracked between the words, and a beam of heavenly light leaked down, and the autumn rain fell on her body across the vast expanse.

She was standing under the eaves at the moment, half naked and half shadowed.

Only then did everyone react one by one, saluted one after another, and respectfully said to see His Highness.

In fact, except for the day three years ago, few people have seen her since, and when I saw her today, I realized that the wild girl who stood up in front of the steps of His Royal Highness Qianyu three years ago has now grown like this.

Ning Xiaoling looked at her in a daze for a while, then quickly withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and her heart was pounding.

Ning Chang glanced at her, also slightly distracted.

The girl is extremely beautiful, but her eyebrows are picturesque without powder, but her plain white dress is moving.

Ning looked at her for a long time, as if looking at a black, white and ink-colored flower, slender and blooming on the cliff, so everything lost its brilliance, leaving only pure black and white.

The girl met Ning Chang's gaze.

Ning Chang looked at her calmly, but his eyes did not dodge or avoid in the slightest.

The autumn rain continued and the cold wind entered the temple, the officials still bowed their heads, and the charred corpse in front of the statue was mixed with the unpleasant smell of decay and burning, and in the strange silence, their eyes met.

Ning Chang felt that she was somewhat familiar, recalling her memory, but he couldn't remember when he had seen it.

Maybe it's just that the girl was born too beautiful, and it caused ripples in his Dao heart, and now he is an ordinary man after all, and naturally he can't escape the seven emotions and six desires in the world.

Ning Xiaoling looked at them uneasily, plucked up the courage to take a step forward, and saluted: "See Your Highness, I and my senior brother came to subdue demons with the master, the master unfortunately died, the senior brother has been thinking a little strange recently, and I hope Your Highness will not blame you." ”

Ning Chang came back to his senses slightly, remembered the etiquette of these secular dynasties, and bowed a little awkwardly: "I have seen Your Highness." ”

The girl smiled slightly, and her clear and cold voice was still a little childish: "Since I came to the palace to get rid of demons, I am a guest, I don't like these red tape, how can I blame it?"

Ning Xiaoling retreated to Ning Changjiu's side and breathed a sigh of relief.

"When you see me...... the girl's eyes narrowed slightly, and she laughed softly, "Why do you look so sad?"

Everyone came back to their senses and quickly knelt down, shouting that they didn't dare.

The girl raised her hand and motioned for them to get up: "As I said, I don't like red tape. ”

Some stood up, but found others still kneeling, and knelt down again.

The girl's eyes slowly scanned the surroundings, she sighed, but her voice became colder: "You don't want to get up, but there is a ghost in your heart?"

Everyone's eyes secretly met, but no one answered.

Among these people, Song Fang has the largest official position, and the investigation of the finch ghost is mainly investigated by him.

He sighed softly, got up first, looked at the girl in front of him with a white skirt and a shawl, and said, "It's a good thing that Your Highness can come back safely, I'll wait...... Overjoyed. ”

"Heh......"

The girl laughed, her lips were very pale in blood, thin and slightly curled, and at this moment she gently hooked up, and her eyebrows were vivid, and she took two steps forward, as if she had walked out of the picture scroll, and came to the crowd.

"Twenty days ago, the iron cavalry surrounded the palace, and Lord Song, who had sworn allegiance to his mother in front of the palace, was where he was at that time?"

Song was dripping with cold sweat: "That day...... It was too chaotic that day, the whole city was full of fire and blood, and I didn't know what to do. ”

"I don't know what to do?" the girl's face was soft, but her expression became more and more cold.

Song Bian closed his eyes and didn't dare to answer.

The girl stared at him, and her tone suddenly showed a sharp edge: "Siege the palace, set fire, kill, and ride on the palace...... It's been planned for so long, and it's become a sentence that I don't know what to do......? It's bold. ”

Song said sadly: "The general trend is like this, what can Song do with his modest strength?"

The girl looked at him indifferently, was silent for a while, and asked, "Why?"

Song Fang bowed deeply, then straightened his body a little bit, looked into her eyes as much as he could, and said, "If Niangniang doesn't stay in the deep palace for a long time, if she can see more of the suffering in the world and listen to the petitions of all the people, all this, why is this?"

The girl said: "My mother has always looked at Zhao Guo. ”

Song Fang said sadly: "But the common people don't know, and I don't know either......"

The girl said: "Do you know, my mother doesn't care." ”

Song Fang stared at the girl's childish face and asked, "What about His Highness, does His Highness care?"

The girl did not answer, but looked at him calmly, waiting for him to continue talking.

Song sighed later, his eyes became more and more determined: "The fortunes of Zhao State have withered to this point, the former war with the Jin State, the army is losing and retreating, and then there is the Rongguo eyeing the tiger, ceding the land is not counted, and now the sign of the death of the country has shown its shape, and the Jin Kingdom has repeatedly released that kind of words, His Royal Highness has lived in the deep palace for a long time, I don't know how much suffering I have endured day and night! Now that the matter has come to this, Song has no regrets, only wants to die, and hopes that His Royal Highness can stop it......"

"Stop?" The girl frowned, then pointed to the charred corpse on the ground, and said with a smile: "You think they were killed by me?"

Song bowed his head and was silent.

The girl said calmly: "When will I return to the palace, and where was last night, with the ears and eyes of Lord Song, it is not difficult to know, right?"

Song Fang was silent for a while, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "I know...... Last night, His Highness knelt in front of the Qianyu Hall all night. ”

This is something that many people know, but who else could the murderer be besides her? Could it really be that ethereal finch ghost? It's just that she knelt in front of the Qianyu Hall all night, how could she kill people?

The girl didn't say anything more, and said bluntly: "Where is my mother's body?"

Song replied, "I haven't found it." ”

"Huh?" the girl raised her eyebrows slightly.

Song Fang sighed and said, "But I'm sure that no one in the Qianyu Hall escaped that day. ”

The Great Fire Iron Horse Bow and Arrow Array, coupled with the action of that god, could not escape.

The girl stopped talking, and slowly raised her hand, and the slender, snow-white fingers poked out from the wide sleeves of her coat, appearing more and more slender.

The hands were on Song's shoulders.

Song Fang was stiff, drenched in cold sweat but didn't dare to move.

When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but think of the appearance of the petite little girl covered in blood but her face did not change three years ago, in front of the Qianyu Palace.

Song Bian closed his eyes, already determined to die.

The girl just smiled, straightened his shirt for him, and said with a smile: "Lord Song should cherish this hard-won official uniform." ”

Song Fang was stunned, he didn't realize that he had walked away from the ghost gate, and his body was still tightly tense.

The girl no longer looked at him, but looked at the rest of the people, she smiled, and said, "I am in the National Teacher's Mansion, if you have something to discuss, just come and look for it." ”

"National Teacher's Mansion?" Song looked at him slightly.

The girl had turned and walked out.

The autumn rain outside the eaves did not stop, she put up her umbrella again, and her voice came through the cold rain curtain:

"My husband is seriously ill and dying, and as a student, he should serve with all his heart. ”

The breeze was blowing, and on the skirt on the side of the arm, a small yellow flower fluttered in the wind.

......

......

"How could she go to the National Teacher's Mansion?"

"The national teacher is her husband, and now he is her only relative, but in the siege twenty days ago, the national teacher chose to stand by and watch......"

"Could she not have known that her teacher was standing across from her?"

"It's possible. ”

"By the way, what about the assassins, and why did she come back?"

"Did you miss it...... How could it be, it is said that the third-ranked assassins in the Jin Kingdom have all made a move, how can they return in vain?"

"It seems that you can only look at the national teacher and the witch master, these two people with different water and fire are rare to have one heart, unless that little girl has the ability to reach the sky, or she will end up with her mother!"

Everyone was talking, probably thinking on the bright side, but a voice suddenly sounded.

"Do you really not understand? Doesn't that girl's words show that she has taken the national teacher hostage?"

Everyone followed the sound of speaking, and saw a young man in a Taoist robe looking at them suspiciously, as if he was looking at a group of fools.

Many people recalled the words of the young girl, and their hearts were suddenly abrupt, but they were already aggrieved in their hearts, and now they were broken by a young man, and their faces were full of anger.

Song Fang couldn't bear it anymore, and shouted: "What do you want to do? You don't need you here, get out of the city for me, and if you dare to talk more, you won't give a cent of your master's funeral expenses!"

Ning Chang looked at him helplessly, thinking that it was obviously his own kind reminder, why did this person not appreciate it so much?

Is this the secular world down the mountain?

Ning Xiaoling tugged at his sleeve and almost begged, "Senior brother, let's go......"

Song Fang was in a very bad mood at the moment, and no longer bothered to talk nonsense, he waved his hand and motioned for the guards to escort them out.

"Wait!"

Someone from the crowd suddenly walked out.

Song glanced at the man and said unhappily: "Zhao Shisong, what kind of mess are you here to make?"

The man named Zhao Shisong arched his hand like a begging for mercy, then looked at the pair of young men and girls, and asked tentatively, "I don't know how the small path is long?"

Ning Chang said: "It's okay." ”

Zhao Shisong thought for a while and said, "It's not a secret, recently, the wife of the family has also been infected with evil spirits, and the famous doctor has invited a Taoist priest to call it, but they are helpless, I don't know if you are willing to try?"

Apparently he was going to be a dead horse and a live horse doctor.

Song Fang just wanted to reprimand, but Ning Changjiu had already spoken first: "Yes." ”

Ning Xiaoling was forced to be helpless, so she had to pretend to nod confidently.

Song glanced at them sideways, no longer dissuaded, brushed his sleeves and left, his eyes becoming more and more indifferent.