Chapter 546: Raiders the killer who is not like a killer

Xia Fengxue asked, "Why is the scenery so confident?"
"That's because... because you think, Princess Wuyou is courageous and knowledgeable, isn't she a good match for King Luo? They must have a common topic. If you have a common topic, you can talk about it soon. I've been in love for a long time."
Xia Fengxue patted her head with her hand, "As much as you think."
"That is, who am I, I am the clever Princess Changning with Bingxue."
He smiled, "Since you don't like Xia Fengxue, is it possible that you like that luthier?"
Something is wrong, why did her elder brother suddenly care about her love life?
Scenery blinked, and said ambiguously, "That luthier is indeed very good."
"The scenery, he is a piano master." Xia Fengxue took out the majesty of her elder brother, "Your husband and son can only be a son of the noble family of the Gengliu Kingdom. In my opinion, a Meng Xi who relies on military exploits to become the king, also Not worthy of you."
"Brother Emperor...I haven't thought about marrying yet."
"Your age is coming soon, I'm just mentioning you." Xia Fengxue gently touched the top of her head, "Okay, it's not too early, so take a good rest."
"Ok……"
Xia Fengxue quickly walked out of the princess’s bedroom, leaving only the scenery to stand alone in the palace, feeling strange. To be honest, there are so many people in this world that make her feel strange. She couldn’t figure it out, and was about to sleep. Hearing movement from outside the palace, she touched her chin and ran out interestingly, only to see a black-clothed and masked man fighting with Xia Fengxue.
According to Fengxue's knowledge, Xia Fengxue's swordsmanship is not weak, but this man in black can easily dodge with an elegant figure under his sword, without falling into the wind at all.
The man in black saw the scenery, and when he met him, the scenery was stunned. When he came back to his senses, he saw this man make a false move, flying over Xia Fengxue, and coming straight towards him, he pulled her on him. In front of her, the sword in her hand lay across her neck, "Let your people back down."
Xia Fengxue quickly said to the guards behind him: "Retreat to me!" Then he looked at the assassin with a stern look, "I can promise you, as long as you let the scenery go, I can let you leave alive. The palace."
"I can also choose... to leave the palace by myself." At the end of the word, he clasped the waist of the scenery, flew up and landed on the eaves, and in a few blinks, he had already taken people away with superb light power.
Xia Fengxue gritted her teeth, "Chasing me! You don't have to come back alive if you can't find the princess!"
"Yes!"
On the other side, the bright moon hung high, and the night breeze on the roof slightly messed up the scenery’s hair. She suddenly raised her hand, not in a hurry to tidy up her hair, but instead blocked the lower half of the black man’s face with her hand, just looking at With his eyes, he continued: "Si Song, where are you taking me?"
Sisong stopped on the roof of a palace. He looked down at the girl, let go of the hands on her waist, and finally tore off the veil on his face, "How did the princess know it was me?"
"The smell on your body is very good, and your eyes are also very beautiful. I remembered them when I was in the hall." She raised her face and said, looking a little proud.
Si Song was speechless for this answer.
"You don't seem to have entered the palace to steal things, so are you a killer?"
"Your Royal Highness is not afraid?"
"Why are you afraid? There is no murderous in your eyes. I feel very sensitive. I never make mistakes. By the way..." The scenery took off his hairpin, and a green silk fell, gently in the night breeze. She put the hairpin in his hand and said embarrassingly: "I am afraid of pain, so I have never pierced my ears or earrings. The only valuable thing I have is this hairpin. You take it out. You should be able to exchange some money, so you won’t be a killer anymore."
Si Song looked at the golden hairpin lying in his hand, and his eyes were as dark as ink.