There is a huge colored glass mirror installed on the dressing table, which is polished and brighter than silver, and can clearly illuminate every detail of people.
It was no less than the mercury mirror used by Lin Chu in his previous life.
In the glazed mirror, Lingxi Palace Master stared at Lin Chu with a smile in his eyes, without blinking: "It turns out that people who have entered the forbidden area have seen things they shouldn't have seen."
Her voice paused for a moment, then suddenly became a little cold: "Kill him!"
At the same time, a team of unknown origin was stationed outside the city gate of Kuizhou Prefecture across the river.
The team had no number and no movement. When they were stationed and assembled, there was not even a sound.
At a glance, all that is left is an eerie and deep darkness.
There were only a dozen people in the team, and one of the carriages was dark and inconspicuous, but unusually large.
"Lu An." The voice of the man in the carriage was indifferent and melodious, like years of mellow wine, sultry. But it was as cold as ice, so that those who coveted and spied on it would stay away and dare not come forward.
"Call the door," he said.
"Master Lin." Lu An hesitated a little: "Quizhou Prefecture is now plagued by plague. Peng Cheng ordered the city to be closed, and only people are allowed in and out. Are you really..."
"Call the door."
The two words were still indifferent and traceless, seemingly careless, but already tainted with coldness.
Lu An swallowed his saliva and shivered with the chill in his heart. Not daring to delay any longer, he stepped forward on his horse and shouted at the city gate: "People inside, listen, your reinforcements are here, open the door quickly!"
His voice was sharp and loud, different from the richness of a man, nor the delicateness of a woman. It was a sharp, thin and strange sound that was extremely uncomfortable to hear, but no one could ignore it.
There was a deathly silence at the city gate, and no one answered.
Lu An raised his eyebrows and spoke again: "Reinforcements are entering the city, open the door!"
"Master Lin." Lin Chu frowned and looked at the carriage: "No one answered."
"wait."
Lu An gestured behind him, and the entire team waited in silence.
"Who is leading the troops ahead? Come forward and answer!"
Just at this moment, the rapid sound of horse hooves came from behind the team. Riding like dust, he rushed to the carriage in the blink of an eye.
Lu An looked back and saw a dark man in his thirties. He was extremely tall and strong, wearing casual clothes. His eyes only glanced at Lu An before he stopped on the carriage.
"Who is in charge of the car? Come out and answer the question."
Lu An frowned, who is this? He doesn't take all of them seriously, and he still wants Mr. Lin to get out of the car to talk to him?
What a big face!
"We are here on important military matters." Lu An did not want to conflict with others, and secretly reminded the black-faced man with a cold face: "We need to enter the city to have a detailed discussion with the prefect. There are other people waiting, so please leave."
"Be bold!"
When the black-faced man heard that Lu An called him an idler, his expression immediately changed: "This general is the guerrilla general in front of Peng Shuai's tent. Who are you? Do you have the right to speak? Tell your master to get out immediately!"
"
Lu An's eyes were dark, wouldn't it be nice to live well? Why do some people always want to die again and again?
"I am very busy, and now I don't have time to find out where you came from. We can't enter Kuizhou Mansion now. If you don't want to die, leave quickly!"
Whoosh!
Before the black-faced man could finish his sentence, he saw a brush full of ink flying towards him. The brush was as fast as lightning and flint, and its force seemed to contain the power of breaking open monuments and rocks.
The man wanted to hide, but for a moment his body felt like it was filled with lead, and he didn't even have the energy to move his fingers.
Bang!
The man's body was knocked off the horse by a writing brush, and he barely came to a stop until he hit a tree trunk beside the road.
puff!
The man spat out blood, and the pain in his chest was no match for the anger he felt.
