Every day there is blood on the guillotine, and countless people are beheaded and exiled.
In the cell, the prisoners were wailing and screaming.
Torture, killing.
People in Kyoto are in panic.
Jiang Mansion, Guanxing Pavilion.
Jiang Ze looked at his son standing in front of him and the persistence on his face. After a long time, he finally spoke.
"Yuan Qi, you have to know that being a father is for Ning'er's good," Jiang Ze said.
Jiang Yuanqi remained silent.
He didn't know that what his father did was best for Ning'er, but he could never forget the scene six years ago, and he couldn't feel at ease when he thought of his daughter leaving his side.
Jiang Yuanqi said: "Father, please allow your son to go back and think about it."
Jiang Zedao: "Okay, after you think about it, come and tell your father that you need to hurry up."
The situation in Kyoto is changing. If it is too late, it will be too late.
Jiang Yuanqi nodded. When he walked down the Star Viewing Pavilion, he suddenly stopped and turned to look at his father.
He is getting old, and he has gray hair on his temples. He has been really busy these days, and the corners of his eyes and brows are tired. He has gone out more often in the past few days than in the past year.
Jiang Yuanqi quickened his pace and left.
Shou'an Hall.
The old lady looked at the children around her, listened to their childish words, and watched them eating snacks happily, with a smile in her eyes.
Turning around and looking to the other side, there was something special about the two children sitting there.
Jiang Ningxuan held Jiuwei in her arms and sat quietly on the sofa. She looked out the window quietly, her whole body in a daze.
Jiang Xiuyun just guarded her sister. When she looked at her, she would even blame herself.
It would be great if he didn't drink that day, it would be great if he didn't get drunk that day, then he would never let his sister leave, and he would definitely protect his sister.
It's so blinding that someone would have the heart to hurt his lovely sister.
In Jiang Xiuyun's heart, his sister is good at everything and she should definitely be taken care of in the palm of her hand.
The old lady looked at the two children and sighed silently.
Everyone finished lunch together in Shou'an Hall and each returned to their own small courtyard.
Jiang Ningxuan's mother held one hand, and her brother held the other hand to protect her.
Jiang Yuanqi came back from outside, looked at the scene in front of him, moved his fingers, coughed slightly, and followed the two children.
After putting the child to sleep, the couple sat on the sofa and talked about their thoughts.
Jiang Yuanqi said: "Xiao Ronger, my father also has good intentions. Ning'er's condition cannot be delayed like this, her body will not be able to bear it."
Su Rurong didn't listen at all. She didn't want to leave her child anyway.
Jiang Yuanqi looked at the person in his arms distressedly.
Su Rurong said: "Brother Qi, please, don't let Ning'er leave."
Jiang Yuanqi's heart softened and he almost agreed.
He said: "Xiao Ronger, if we don't let Ning'er go, we are harming her."
Su Rurong said: "Ning'er has gone, can you say that she will be fine?"
Jiang Yuanqi was speechless.
"Creak!" With a sound, the door of the house was pushed open, and two small figures walked in.
"Father, mother." Jiang Xiuyun and Jiang Ningxuan shouted at the same time.
Su Rurong immediately turned her back to the child and raised her hand to wipe the corners of her eyes.
Jiang Ningxuan took a few steps forward and held her parents' hands. She spoke in a very calm tone. She had obviously thought about this matter in detail: "Father, mother, and Ning'er have heard it, and Ning'er is willing to go."
"Ning'er, shut up." Su Rurong raised her voice with a scolding tone.
"Mom, my son has to go with his sister. He can protect her." Jiang Xiuyun suddenly said. He wanted to become stronger and protect his sister, and his heart was full of desire.
"Nonsense." Jiang Yuanqi scolded, slightly having a headache.
The daughter went there to fight for a chance of survival, so what trouble would the son cause?
Jiang Xiuyun was very persistent.
Su Rurong advised softly: "Ning'er, don't talk nonsense, you are in good health."
Jiang Ningxuan listened to the coaxing words of the child and didn't believe a word in her heart. Of course, she also knew that her parents were doing it for her own good.
She knows her family's physical condition very well.
As a result of the outbreak that day, her meridians were almost severed. The reason why her weak body was not completely paralyzed was because countless medicinal materials from the Imperial Hospital had entered her stomach.
The person the emperor and the prince both wanted to treat was the benefactor who saved the empress. All the doctors in the imperial hospital have been wanting to stay at the Jiang Mansion in the past few days, fearing that something might happen to this little girl.
The newly appointed Chief Medical Officer of the Taiyuan Hospital shook his body and said after careful consideration: "That Miss Jiang has suffered a lot of physical damage and has been damaged to the core. She has been weak since she was born from her mother's womb, and this time her old illness has completely aggravated her.
His Royal Highness, Wei Chen and others tried their best, but they could only save a glimmer of hope."
The implication is that they tried their best, but in the end they could only resign themselves to fate.
Lou Yunzhou said: "No matter what you think of, she must be cured."
The hospital judge of Taiyuan Hospital was trembling, wishing he could retire and return to his hometown immediately.
"Your Highness, Miss Jiang's situation is that ordinary medical skills are not enough. Maybe other methods will work." The Supreme Court Judge said, thinking hard, trying to fight for a chance of survival for himself.
"You mean... mystical arts?" Lou Yunzhou said.
The judge from Taiyuan Hospital nodded repeatedly.
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"Father, mother, Ning'er is confident that she can pass the test." Jiang Ningxuan said optimistically.
My daughter, this is not a place for children to play around. You really have confidence in yourself.
Seeing her daughter insisting, Su Rurong could only say: "Let mother think about it again."
Jiang Ningxuan took her brother's hand and left. She made her attitude clear. She would go regardless of whether her parents agreed or not.
"Master, you have to hurry up, your body won't last long." Suzaku's guilty voice sounded in Jiang Ningxuan's mind. It couldn't save the master, it was not a qualified partner.
"Be good, little Queque, it's okay." Jiang Ningxuan coaxed softly: "You have to believe in your master's abilities, little Queque, just wait. As the saying goes, if you don't break, you can't establish."
Sure enough, Xiaoqueque, a newly born super-god mecha, even if it has the most powerful core intelligence system in the universe, is in this ancient world that has lagged behind for who knows how many years, and there are very few places where it can play a role.
"Master, are you sure there is what we are looking for?" Suzaku was comforted by a few words and quickly cheered up and asked.
"Of course, it's a pity that the things those people carry contain too little spiritual power, but it doesn't matter, we can find it ourselves." Jiang Ningxuan's eyes flashed.
She was about to leave Kyoto, and before leaving, she had a small gift to give.
Late at night, everything goes to sleep.
The flexible figure jumps so fast that people can't see clearly.
The nine-tailed silver figure flew across the roof, leaving behind a trail of afterimages.
"Squeak, squeak, squeak!" Kyuubi suddenly showed its sharp claws, looking very ferocious, and pounced straight towards it. This chapter has been completed!