The nobles in the bustling imperial capital lived their own nightlife. The civilians who worked hard for a day had fallen asleep and pursued their desires in their dreams. An urgent secret report was sent to the palace. Emperor Locks urgently summoned officials to discuss the matter that night.

When the eunuch received the order to promulgate the imperial edict, Locks hesitated and said to an old man beside him: "Teacher, do you see that the war in southern Xinjiang is back, is it better to release the fourth brother of the Sikong family?"

"Your Majesty, if the Sikong family had not been willing, would their descendants be imprisoned?" Vinson was the only one who had an agent in front of the emperor because he was the imperial teacher.

Locks was a little worried, "Teacher, if we had to fight with the Sikong family while defending the southern border, I was afraid that he would not do his best."

Vinson smiled slightly, "Your Majesty, it's the Os family who are in a relationship with the Sikong family, not us. If the Os family has any suggestions, just follow them. If the Sikong family is unwilling, they will naturally come out to stop it. It's not too late for Your Majesty to be a good person at that time."

Locks nodded and understood, stood up and walked towards the Hall of Qinzheng, following her new chief of the Inner Palace, Medith.

The court meeting lasted until the early morning of the next day. Sikong Buqun walked out of the Qinzheng Hall with a dark face. He could not imagine how to explain to Song Ziyan the decision in the court meeting just now, why the Elders Pavilion did not allow itself to stop Rubel's sinister proposals.

After returning to the mansion, Sikong Buqun went to the Elders Pavilion to argue for a long time. The mysterious Elders Pavilion turned out to be in Sikong's Palace and was not anywhere else. Sikong Buqun did not get any results in the Elders Pavilion. In anger, he threw down a sentence, "You go and explain to Zi Yan yourself." Then he returned to his own courtyard.

Elder Sha Fan personally arrived at Song Ziyan Villa. Song Ziyan, who had never seen Sha Fan for many years, was a little surprised, "Elder, why are you free to come to me today?"

Sha Fan, dressed in white, smiled, "I'll talk to you about Sikong Haoxuan's affairs."

Song Ziyan didn't like these people who were mysterious in the Elder Pavilion all day long, but the power of the Elder Pavilion was too great in the family, so Song Ziyan didn't dare to face the elders too casually, "Elder Sha Fan, what are you talking about my son? He is still in prison now." Song Ziyan's tone revealed a little dissatisfaction.

Sha Fan didn't care about Song Ziyan's emotions at all and said seriously: "Ziyan, Sikong Haoxuan has mastered a very mysterious power. Ruijie from the Os family, I'm sure he did the headaches for several years."

Song Ziyan was a little surprised, "Xuan'er really has this ability. He is in prison and can't get in touch with Ruijie at all."

"Now, the Os family negotiated with the Elders Pavilion at this time. If Ruijie's headache cannot be cured, the Elders Pavilion will not stop it and summon Sikong Haoxuan to enter the battlefield and die camp."

Song Ziyan was shocked. How could she not know what the dead camp was? She asked nervously: "Did the elder ask me to persuade Xuan'er to cure Ruijie's disease? But, is Ruijie's headache really related to Xuan'er?"

Sha Fan nodded with certainty, "This matter must be related to Sikong Haoxuan. You should not only persuade him to relieve Ruijie's pain, but also tell him the requirements of the Elder Pavilion. After he was released from prison, he must enter the Elder Pavilion to explain the mysterious power clearly and leave the cultivation method to the Elder Pavilion for filing." Obviously, Rubel reached an agreement with the Sikong family's elder Pavilion after knowing that Sikong Haoxuan was not dead. No wonder Sha Fan was so sure that Ruijie's headache was related to Sikong Haoxuan, because the Sikong family had never done anything to Ruijie.

Song Ziyan couldn't believe that the Elder Pavilion would put forward such domineering conditions. She was about to refute that Sha Fan had already stepped out of her villa. The illusion of space made Song Ziyan's eyes condense. She did not expect that Elder Sha Fan, who had not seen for many years, had entered the realm of a master.

After Sha Fan left, Song Ziyan sat on the chair. She knew her son too much. If she just relieved Ruijie's pain, it would be possible. If he wanted to hand over his cultivation method, it would be impossible. If he was willing to make it public, it would have been public many years ago.

Sikong Buqun came to Song Ziyan at some point. He looked at the pain in Song Ziyan's eyes, his heart was filled with guilt. Looking at the empty roof, he was missing, missing the happy days of the family in the past, and the joy of Sikong Haoxuan extorting himself.

"Zi Yan, maybe I did something wrong this time. I'm sorry for you mother and son." Sikong Buqun's voice, who was silent in the past, seemed so far away.

Looking at Sikong Buqun, who seemed much older, Song Ziyan choked and said, "Father, it's not your fault. Your original intention is not to see it. There is something unpleasant between their brothers. Now there is an accident that makes the Elder Pavilion intervene, which is something we did not expect."

Sikong Buqun sighed, "It seems that his father can only take care of him in southern Xinjiang. Although Xuan'er cannot agree to the request of the Elder Pavilion, you should go there. I won't go to see Xuan'er anymore. I'm afraid that his eyes looked at me will be disappointed." Sikong Buqun's voice gradually faded away, and a few dead leaves set off his somewhat old back, and autumn is coming.

Song Ziyan finally went to prison. She was afraid that Sikong Haoxuan would look at her, but that was her own son. Who would go if she didn't go? Who would care about him?

Through the iron bar, Sikong Haoxuan looked at his mother's eyes that were originally melancholy, and there was a little pain mixed with. He knew that something must have happened again, "Mom, what happened?"

Song Ziyan held the iron railing tightly and said in tears: "Xuan'er, it's my mother who is incompetent and cannot save you. The war in southern Xinjiang broke out again. The Os family wants you to be included in the dead camp, and the Elders Pavilion wants you to hand over the cultivation method before you can save you."

A little cold light burst out from Sikong Haoxuan's eyes, but disappeared in an instant, "Mom, don't worry, isn't the dead camp going to southern Xinjiang? With my father here, who dares to make things difficult for me? Southern Xinjiang is my father's territory."

After hearing Sikong Haoxuan's comfort, Song Ziyan's mood calmed down a lot, "Yes, leave the imperial capital, this place of right and wrong, your father will take good care of you. But, my mother will not see you for a while."

Sikong Haoxuan wiped the tears hanging on his mother's face, "Mom, you should be happy when I go to southern Xinjiang. This is simply because I am released from prison three years early. Why have the people of the Os family become so kind?"

Song Ziyan was amused by Sikong Haoxuan's words, "You will make your mother happy. When you go to southern Xinjiang, you will ask your father to give you a holiday and go to the Kingdom of Stroke to see your sister. When she got married, you were not here, she was very unhappy and left the imperial capital with tears."

The king of robbery appeared in front of Sikong Haoxuan, and some expectations arose in his heart. Having not seen each other for so many years, does the sister still look the same? "Mom, go back first. The moisture in this prison is not good for the skin, and you will not be beautiful after staying for a long time."

Song Ziyan glared at her son, "Mom is back first, because there are not enough people in the battlefield dead camp, all the prisoners in this city guard cell have been summoned. Be careful."

Seeing his mother's back disappearing into the prison passage, Sikong Haoxuan's face turned gloomy and a silver needle was nailed into the heart of the straw man on the wall.

The Os family compromised with Sikong Haoxuan. Ruijie, who was already skinny and bone-ridden, could not bear the greater torture, and Lan Xiu was still here.

Lan Xiu, who entered the prison, with his eyesight, of course he found that the straw man nailed on the wall in the cell had something wrong with the straw man nailed on the wall. His figure disappeared out of thin air and appeared in the cell. He raised his hand to grab the straw man on the wall, not wanting to catch a hole. His hand passed through the straw man like a shadow, and the straw man was nailed to the wall.

"Don't waste your energy, the puppet of the Great Witch would be so simple." Sikong Haoxuan's words sounded behind Lan Xiu.

Several blue ice crystals appeared beside Lan Xiu, and he didn't dare to be careless at all. Sikong Haoxuan's performance was too weird. He was obviously dead, "Great Witch?"

Sikong Haoxuan smiled slightly, "Aren't you very interested in my abilities? I'll tell you this, and I'd like to tell those who want to know. Wu, do you understand?"

Lan Xiu pointed to the straw man on the wall, "Is this the witch?"

"right."

Lan Xiu seemed unwilling to waste time on these illusory issues. "Today I am here to talk to you on behalf of the Os family. What conditions should I do to let Ruijie go."

Sikong Haoxuan leaned against the iron railing, "I'll let Ruijie go? You guys won't let me go."

Lan Xiu ignored Sikong Haoxuan's lazy attitude, "Tell me about your conditions, we can let you be released from prison tomorrow without being assigned to the death camp."

Sikong Haoxuan sighed slightly in his heart, "Grandpa, I will follow your wish and leave the imperial capital for the time being. I am really not interested in the head of the family who is restricted by the Elder Pavilion."

"Out of prison? I feel like I like this environment very much, and I haven't had the idea of ​​being released from prison. Well, I don't know what the environment is in the dead camp."

Lan Xiu felt like he was about to vomit blood. Is this the attitude of talking to a master? "What do you want to do? Do you have to take Ruijie's life?"

Sikong Haoxuan rolled his eyes, "He and I don't have a deep hatred, so why do you want him to do?" He said as he moved his fingers at Lan Xiuzhu.

"Money?" Lan Xiu felt extremely absurd about his speculation. This matter, which had been so complicated, was it so simple to solve it?

Sikong Haoxuan smiled and said, "The master is the master, but I want amethyst coins. One million amethyst coins are definitely not diminished. Don't want to ask me to quarrel. You can get enough to send it to me as soon as possible before I leave the imperial capital."

"Bargaining price?" Sikong Haoxuan's words made Lan Xiu laugh and cry. After all, the Os family is also one of the four major families in the imperial capital. The word "bargaining price" will never appear in the family dictionary.

"Wait." Sikong Haoxuan called out to Lan Xiu who was walking towards the prison door, and glanced at a small Jingpei on his waist, pointing at it, "Have you taken this Jingpei for a long time? I like it very much."

Although Jing Pei was not worth a lot, Lan Xiu was reluctant to leave this ornament he had worn since childhood. In order not to let Sikong Haoxuan continue to make excessive demands, he pulled Jing Pei off and threw it to Sikong Haoxuan, and quickly flashed out and left the prison.

Sikong Haoxuan pinched the small Jing Pei and turned it around his fingertips twice. With a smile, the Jing Pei slowly melted and disappeared in the dark green flame.

Five days later, Sikong Haoxuan, who had one million amethyst coins added to his ring, was escorted by the Imperial Guards to the northern battlefield in the prisoner's team. It is worth mentioning that this Imperial Guard was personally commanded by the commander Sikong Wuwo.

Song Ziyan watched Sikong Haoxuan and Nanxing walk out of the southern gate of the imperial capital, looked at her son's black hair tied up from a grass ring, looked at Nanxing, who was following her son's red hair, looked at their height, and murmured in her heart: "They have all grown up and don't need to live under the protection of their parents. Is it a witch?"
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