Chapter 653: Feng Lintian (56)

In the darkness, I saw a fan of shadows running away in front of me, leisurely. Xiao Fengqing knows that she has a very high degree of meritoriousness. If she can't keep up, he is not unprepared. The hand mechanism is useful at this time. From time to time, he gently taps the organ tied to his wrist. On the side of the tree or the palace wall, he used his strength to jump a few feet, and gradually caught up with the girl.
Ding Ding only felt the wind blowing in her ears. She was daring in art, and was flat on the wall of the palace. There was no embankment, and the sound of wind came from behind her. She just felt a cold on her neck and a sharp sword crossed her hair silently.
"Oh!" Her strands of hair were cut off by the sword gas and fell down.
She blushed with anger, stopped suddenly, stood on the palace wall, facing Xiao Fengqing oncoming: "Do you really want to kill me ?!"
"That's natural!" Xiao Fengqing's voice frosted under the mask: "I'll leave you a little life by saying who instructed you!"
Ding Ding saw that he was aggressive, and he hated himself for disregarding the enemy. He untied a band from his waist and said, "I told you that my grandpa asked me to follow you."
Luo Luo fluttered in her hands, and it seemed that Yu Long was out of the water, hitting Xiao Fengqing's face door: "Why don't you know this?"
The Luo Luo in her hand was soft and light. The sword was cut continuously, but his sword was wrapped around, but there was an internal force, which almost shook Xiao Fengqing's sword.
Xiao Fengqing sank with her hands and released her internal force, and the sword in her hand stabbed at her mercilessly: "Okay? I don't know if it's you! You want to grab my fingers! What is your real purpose!" "
Ding Ding was speechless with his words. The sword in Xiao Fengqing's hand was unforgiving, and he was murderous. She grew up in the hands of her grandfather since she was a child. Even when she grew up, she walked the rivers and lakes, but she looked sweet, lively and cute, and no one had treated her like that.
She gradually panicked in Xiao Fengqing's sharp swordsmanship. She was not as inferior in martial arts as Xiao Fengqing. She had no determination and tricks to kill, and she could only be passive in the end.
With a bang, Xiao Fengqing's sword stabbed Miluo in her hand. I didn't know what happened to her and shocked her Minuo to the ground.
Dingding shouted "Oh," she was about to pick up, and a gleaming sword was firmly against her throat. With just a click, she could be killed on the spot.
Ding Ding looked at Xiao Fengqing with the scary mask and wondered what he would do next.
"Give you one last chance, who sent you here!" Xiao Fengqing asked coldly.
Dingding looked at him: "I said ..."
Before she finished speaking, she was scared to say more by the eyes that were exposed in the hollow of the mask.
"Finally give you a chance, say or don't say?" Xiao Fengqing sent the sword forward a few more points, and saw that Ding Ding's delicate neck would be cut. She yelled at her. But it seems that if you don't say anything, today will be your own sacrifice day.
Her and white eyes turned round and round, Xiao Fengqing looked at her ancient and weird look, her heart burst, she hadn't recovered.
Ding Ding had straightened his neck and shouted, "There are assassins! There are assassins! There are assassins!-"
Her voice was crisp and sweet, and it spread far and clear in the silent night.
Xiao Fengqing only felt that the blue veins on his forehead were involuntarily twitching. He wished to pinch her by himself, and pinched the terrible voice back by himself.
Ding Ding retreated quickly while he was gone, and spit out his tongue: "Uncle with a mask, run quickly. I heard that tomorrow is the birth of the prince. This palace is ten times more guarded than usual!"
Xiao Fengqing pinched the hilt of his sword. How he didn't know, the guards of the palace inside had heard footsteps. She smiled at Ruo Yan and ran outside the palace, leaving a clear voice: "Uncle, you need to know who told me to follow you, you follow me!"
Xiao Fengqing looked at the direction where she disappeared, and then looked at the guard coming from the sound. She had to endure her anger to take back the sword, and flung in the direction that Ding Ding disappeared.
...
In the early morning of the second day, the sky was dazzling. The queen was sitting in the dragon court together. The prince was dressed in the Ming and Huang dynasties and sat on the south side. Ceremony, ceremonial guardianship, and then to the temple, worship the ancestors, read the grace of the emperor, pardon the world, and let the people of the world celebrate with the sky.
In this way, it is considered a courtesy.
After sacrifice to the Taimiao Temple, feasting and drinking a hundred officials, the whole palace was very lively, and there was a flourishing world. Xiao Fengxuan looked around at Nie Wushuang, who was wearing a phoenix suit today, and was shaking his hands secretly. She is by her side, watching this world with him. Such happiness cannot be repaired in a lifetime.
Nie Wushuang smiled at him with a side of his head.
Under the ninth-level imperial order, the kings are all splendid, and the kings have their own thoughts and drink the wine in the glass. The prince ’s birthday is here. I do n’t know if I wo n’t let them go back to the land after today. If they would let it go, it would be a false alarm. If they did n’t let it go, then I ’m afraid ...
Even the always-easy Duan Wang looked worried. The King of Chu also lost his absent-minded style, and seemed very absent-minded. Only Jing Wang laughed as usual. King Jin sat opposite him and drank only a few glasses. His expression was uncertain, as if he was waiting for someone.
After the feast was half way, a guard hurriedly entered the temple and whispered something in Jin's ear,
King Jin's face was a complete face, he nodded, and left in a hurry.
This scene was captured by Nie Wushuang. Her palms were suddenly cold for a few minutes. She drew Yang Zhi from her side and whispered, "Go and follow Jin King. What's going on?
"Yes!" Yang led away.
Songs and dances are still underneath, but Nie Wushuang never feels appreciated again.