On the battlefield.

The people in the Huangzhou Palace had already touched the corpses, and happily piled the seized items into hills.

weapon!

Gold and silver!

Peel off the clothes and pants to be washed!

Quite a lot.

Xiaobai took a few old men with him, took the palace's account books, and began to count them.

Along this road, there are too many poor people, and the palace’s money, food, and medicinal materials are almost running out!

Fortunately, there is also the largest bandit village in Daxia territory here!

Now, it’s time to replenish the palace’s inner treasury!

Xiaobai raised his head, looked at Xia Tian's retreating back, and raised a slight smile on his small mouth!

Very meaningful!

the other side.

Sima Lan stood on the shaft of the carriage, watching Xia Tian go away, her beautiful eyebrows slightly furrowed, I felt pity for him!

Sima Ge watched clearly from the side: "Miss, are you worried that the prince will use a handsome man to trick the emperor into taking control of Huangzhou?"

Sima Lan nodded: "Yes!"

"Because that's the best way!"

Sima Ge bit his red lips with his teeth: "Miss, why don't you ask carefully what the white phoenix looks like?"

Sima Lan shook his head: "Silly Xiao Ge, if the prince doesn't ask, I can't ask!"

Sima Ge was stunned: "Why?"

Sima Lan looked at the flames of Xia Tian and his entourage, and patiently explained: "The prince doesn't ask, it means he is not interested in Bai Feng!"

"If I ask her about her appearance in detail, it means I'm jealous!"

"It means I care!"

"Hehehe..."

Sima Lan smiled with unclear meaning: "Xiao Ge, Miss, would a person as open-minded as me be jealous?"

Sima Ge nodded: "Yes!"

Sima Lan's face turned solemn: "Can you get the portrait of Bai Feng?"

"I want to see how beautiful the beauty in Su Qi's eyes is?"

The veins in Sima Ge's eyes twitched violently: "Yes!"

Sima Lan closed her beautiful eyes, her breasts rising and falling: "In three days, I will see the portrait of Bai Feng, so that I can plan for the prince!"

"yes!"

Sima Ge: "I'll make arrangements right away!"

Sima Lan nodded: "Also, tell my sister to clear out the spies around here!"

"The strength of Huangzhou Palace must be hidden now!"

"yes!"

Sima Ge took the order and left.

Soon after.

Around Tianmen Mountain, killings resumed.

A masked girl in white clothes, accompanied by a masked woman dressed as a medicine girl, killed all the spies who were ambushing all over Tianmen Mountain.

A spy from the Imperial City Division was killed again!

When the killing stops.

The masked woman dressed as a little medicine girl took out a silver needle and asked: "Xiaomei, are we following the King of Huangzhou?"

Sima Mei nodded: "No!"

The little medicine girl rubbed her hands on the silver needles, her big innocent eyes full of fighting spirit: "Today, I will ask him about the art of silver needles!"

Iljimae, who was masked in white gauze, shook her head: "He shouldn't be free today!"

"The big guy next to him is very powerful. If we approach rashly, his iron rod can smash us into meat pies!"

The little Yao Niang gritted her teeth and said, "Then I'll meet him tomorrow for a discussion!"

Yiljimae frowned: "Why do you have to compete with him in the silver needle technique?"

The little Yao Niang raised her eyelids and said: "Master made a last wish before he died. If he meets a master who uses silver needles, he must compete with him. If he wins, he will tell his spirit in heaven that my doctor's silver needle skills are still the best in the world!

"

Iljimae's beautiful eyebrows frowned more tightly: "What if we lose?"

There was a hint of shyness in the little Yao Niang's pure eyes: "It is absolutely impossible for me to lose."

"Never lose!"

Yi Zhimei no longer asked: "Saint Qingqing, when the king of Huangzhou enters the territory of Huangzhou, let's challenge him again!"

"good!"

The medical saint agreed!

but.

Iljimae was a little upset for no reason!

She always felt that the medical saint had not finished what she said.

Compared with the silver needle technique, something is probably going to happen!

the other side.

Xia Xia was followed by Zhao Zichang, Zang Yi and other sword-hiding youths, and quickly climbed to the hillside of Tianmen Mountain.

There is a huge open space here, and the bandit camp is located above it.

Zang Yi led the young men with hidden swords to hide in the dark, protecting Xia Tian.

Zhao Zichang held a spear and opened the way in front.

"Puff puff puff..."

The gun in Zhao Zichang's hand was extremely terrifying, one shot at a bandit who was left behind.

The young men with hidden swords were even more mysterious and killed all the bandits who stayed behind.

at last.

Bandit Village, Juyi Hall.

"boom......"

A gangster broke down the door and blood spilled all over the hall.

at this time.

A pale middle-aged Confucian scholar in the hall drew his sword and asked: "Who?"

"Come in!"

Zhao Zichang flew in, and Xia Tian came after him: "Who are you?"

When the middle-aged Confucian scholar saw Xia Xia, his expression changed drastically, with a look of disbelief on his face: "Why aren't you dead yet?"

"No!"

A cold sweat broke out from the forehead of the middle-aged Confucian scholar!

He threw away the sword, closed his eyes, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said: "This is absolutely impossible!"

"This is definitely my imagination!"

"The top ten villains in the world and three thousand elite bandit soldiers are trying to kill him. How come they can't kill him?"

"This must be his ghost!"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar finished mumbling and suddenly opened his eyes: "I'm not afraid of ghosts!"

Then.

He saw a pair of eyes that were bigger than a cow in front of him, looking at him with an expression that looked like a fool!

"Bang!"

Before the middle-aged Confucian scholar had time to react, he felt a big foot kicking him hard in the abdomen!
To be continued...