Nangong He's army retreated, and the mob that was making a fuss also scattered.

There were many people arrested, but none of them could really ask questions.

Therefore, Xia Xiaosu asked the guards to interrogate some captured mobs, but he just acted like this.

Let the dead soldiers stare at the mob running away in the dark, remember the people they met, remember what they looked like,

Let the little foxes go to the powerful areas away from the riots to keep an eye on them.

A gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall. If he wants to stay out of the matter and manipulate the overall situation, he must not be contaminated with dust.

If the mob behind the scenes instructed the mobs to riot next to their mansion, then this is very likely to be a quarrel.

Of course, it may be possible that others will do the opposite.

But Xia Xiaosu "sniffed" the character of the latter from the previous operation methods.

And when the latter appears, the fox will take over the body.

During this period, the foxes read the files every day and recite them every day. They no longer want to recite them anymore. If they take over the body, they can not endorse them, so they are willing to take over the body.

Xia Xiaosu arranged in an orderly manner...

This is the game of power struggle, twists and turns, without a dark and delicate heart, I really can't play this job.

The princess who turned back felt that the indescribable tranquility, darkness, and power struggles seemed not that scary.

She got her hair long and walked towards the city.

The snow danced lightly, without holding an umbrella, so the snow fell on the hair and eyebrows.

Her eyes showed a tranquility similar to her brother. Her brother had been chanting scriptures for nearly three years, and she had listened to scriptures for nearly three years, restrained for three years, and obeyed for three years.

Three years ago, I had lowered my eyebrows in despair and looked at me on tiptoe by the side of death. So, what are you afraid of?

She had asked herself this question many times, so she was not afraid anymore. Life and death were just the speed at which she pulled out the dagger in her arms and pierced it into her chest.

She raised her head and stepped onto the city tower.

Hu Xian'er was wearing a cloak and followed closely.

Looking down at the city from outside the walls

It was the Shura Field where heavy snow fell and blood mist evaporated.

Xia Ji's armor was stained with blood, dragging the black halberd in a diagonal manner, and was returning.

The army behind him had already withdrawn.

Xia Xiaosu took a deep breath, bit her lip, looked at her brother covered in blood, and asked the soldiers beside her, "How is the victory or defeat of the Seventh Prince? Are you injured?"

The soldier did not answer. He stared at the killing god returning from the city in a daze, his head full of shock. He almost suspected that he was in a dream with such an unparalleled posture.

So, he didn't notice the princess' question.

Xia Xiaosu didn't care and asked another soldier, "How is the victory or defeat of the Seventh Prince? Are you injured?"

The soldier was also stunned, and Hu Xian'er snorted coldly: "The princess is asking you."

The soldier was startled and then reacted, turned around and fell to his knees, "Princess, the villain is just looking at the Seventh Prince."

"What do you see?"

"The Seventh Prince is a horse that takes ten thousand, and the Buddha's hands are two out. Each time, he kills more than a thousand people, going back and forth, like entering and leaving without a man. He is actually a killing god on the battlefield, but..."

“But what?”

"But General Deng returned, but he joined General Nangong to join forces and ask His Highness to open the city and surrender."

Xia Xiaosu's expression moved. She tried hard to maintain peace, but anger couldn't help but flash in her pupils.

Deng Family...

My brother asked him to go to the Beidi camp, and he trusted him. He wanted to lead the only army to protect the imperial city, but he failed this trust!

Her fist, hidden in her long sleeves in her black robe, clenched tightly.

When my eyes turned back, I saw the wind and snow that became dragons, and the blood river turned into a python full of loneliness.

A hint of heartache, a hint of pride, and a hint of pride.

I feel sorry for my brother going out alone.

Proud brother wins alone.

The heroic brother is worth ten thousand.

So what if there are tens of millions of people?

My brother, one man and one halberd, was like a man and one halberd, and he was like his hands covering the outside of the imperial city, and even a soldier could not enter.

Such aura is really shocking!

Huh~~

She let out a breath.

Smack~~

She slapped her hands on the cold city wall and said loudly:

"Open the city gate!!"

The voice is still a bit tender, but it is already very powerful.

With a command, the sound came out layer by layer, and the east gate slowly opened to the triumphant prince.

...

...

Xia Ji took off his armor,

Go to Yunxiao Palace,

Ten thousand sandalwoods were lit, and the nine dragons spit out water. The gurgling water and the yarn smoke covered his strong body.

He didn't ask about the mob in the city.

Because Xia Xiaosu said that he didn't have to worry about things in the city, then he wouldn't worry.

He grabbed the rosary on one side and slowly moved it. There were 408 rosary beads. They were used twice today but it became much dimmer. Especially for the second time, the rosary almost went from "slightly dimmed" to "lost all the light".

He thought for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed to the handprints. The mark slowly pressed towards the rosary, and his spirit was explored in it.

Smack...

He picked a rosary bead, then used the Tathagata's Zen spirit and tentatively "filled" his spirit towards the bead.

This rosary was made by yourself, and there is no reason that it cannot restore its luster.

As the fingertips touched, the golden paste under the rosary suddenly appeared, lingering around the dry and sunken wooden surface, like a devastated dragon suddenly became full of vitality, wandering around and circling his fingertips again appeared as a "卍".

When it was just right, Xia Ji lifted his finger.

Just as I was about to put back the rosary, a slight "click" sound came to my ears unexpectedly.

He looked sideways,

I saw that the arm chassis of the "卍" character no longer smoothed, showing subtle cracks, the cracks became larger and larger, and the golden slurry was penetrated.

After more than ten seconds, the Rosary let out an unbearable moan.

Click!

The rosary shattered from inside,

It split into several petals and fell on the warm water surface of Yunxiao Pond, flowing forward along the impact of the Jiulong "Arcberg" and did not stop until it hit the end of the water flow.

Failed.

He didn't care, put the rosary aside, pillows with both hands, empty his mind, and leaned back.

Every inch of his skin was washed by warm currents. These water streams contained precious spices to calm the mind, which could help people recover their spirits and physical strength as quickly as possible.

Xia Ji took a break for a stick of incense, then reached out to pick up the contract with the roll, pointed at the contract with his fingers, and a line of information was sent into it:

Come to see me, I am in Yunxiao Palace.

Hu Xianer, who was accompanying the princess, suddenly received the message. At this time, the army opposite was camping and there was no riot in the city. It was considered a calm between the storm. Hu Xianer let the palace maid turn into the little fox continue to protect the princess, and entered the deep palace with the princess's handwriting.

When I opened the door, the fragrance was shrouded in the mist. In the mist, a man was bathing in warm water. The sound of "tons of tons, tons" of Jiulong spitting water was heard.

Hu Xian'er's eyes moved, and the black smoke exploded. She instantly changed from winter clothes to summer clothes. The red silk clothes were wrapped around her delicate body. Her short skirt was unpredictable. Her calves like lotus roots stepped on the jade floor of Yunxiao Palace. She teased pitifully with a look of refusal and greeting, "Master, please...please be gentle to Xian'er."

Xia Ji ignored her yellow accent and said directly: "Tell me the magic weapon."

Hu Xian'er: "Master, I...I want to say it in the pool."

"Down in clothes."

"Clothes will be wet..."

"It's all your fur, does it matter?"
To be continued...