After the sister-in-law called out, the flowing darkness seemed to freeze for a moment. There was a silence in front of the door, and after a while, Ning Jiujiu's coughing sound was heard.
He pretended to cough a few times to break the embarrassment, knelt down and patted the little boy's head, and said with a smile: "The kid is so polite."
Zhao Xiang'er's expression became even colder, and she grabbed Ning Jiujiu's collar and pulled him aside.
The little boy didn't know if he was calling her right or wrong, but the big sister's expression seemed not to be good, so fierce... Oh, by the way, she should be called big sister!
The little boy realized his mistake. He looked at the frosty face of this beautiful sister, and his hands and feet felt half cold. He wanted to open his mouth to make up for his mistake, but he also thought about what his mother said and made many mistakes, so he hesitated whether to speak or not. .
When the city lord saw this scene, he sneered in his heart, thinking that children are just children, they can't understand the situation at all, and they knelt down to the wrong owner without saying anything, and even called him such a joke. You should know how important a clear name is to such a young girl. , what is the difference between calling her like this and humiliating her in public? This little guard is really desperate for his life. He just doesn't apologize to the fairy master at this time. He dares to joke with a child. No wonder he is beaten every day. He must have something special to rely on, otherwise this fairy How could the master stay with him for so long
Zhao Xiang'er has always had no expression. Her beautiful dimples, carved in ice and jade, are like poppies growing quietly in the snow. The slender and easy-to-break pure white reveals a beauty that is not stained by dust.
Everyone felt the frosty air, and the pure white dress that ruffled in the night wind made her even colder, as if she was the impermanent person who could kill people without blinking an eye, and everyone remained silent.
The atmosphere did not last long. Unexpectedly, she did not seem to punish the boy who said the wrong thing, but asked: "What is your name?"
If it were other people, they should be worried about the tragedy of having his whole family beheaded, but the little boy was simple-minded and didn't think too deeply. What he was thinking about after the disaster was that he didn't call him wrong
He quickly said: "My name is Ding Leshi..."
Zhao Xiang'er nodded, looked at the city lord, and said calmly: "This kid wants me to make the decision for them, what do you think the city lord should do?"
The city lord's heart trembled, and he felt vaguely uneasy, and said cautiously: "The Immortal Master's vision is extraordinary. Those clumsy tricks to deceive children, with the Immortal Master's wisdom, he must be able to see through them at a glance."
The little boy named Ding Leshi immediately shouted: "You are lying! You don't let us eat uncooked rice, and you also collect rice from house to house. You just want us to become like you, and you can become ghosts and not die." What a liar! Many ghosts have died, but my father died and was eaten by ghosts and bugs! You liar!"
The city lord's expression did not change much, and he said calmly: "Looking at your appearance, your family background should be pretty good. You are a businessman at home. Your father must have been greedy for money and made a lot of money when he was doing business. Now the world has eyes, rewards and punishments are clear, and good people Every evil has its own retribution, so what’s there to justify?”
Ding Leshi's face turned purple with anger, and he said angrily: "You are the bad guy! Everyone in the city was killed by you. You are the most heinous devil!"
The city lord was too lazy to pay attention to the child anymore. He looked at Zhao Xiang'er and said: "It's noisy here. Please ask Miss Immortal Master to move into the house. We can have a detailed discussion on the major and minor matters of seizing the authority of Lord Hades. As for the matter of fasting from raw rice, it was the Duke of Qin who brought it up. He also has a very high reputation in the city. I think his words are reasonable and I will accept it. If the immortal master has any objections to this matter, he can discuss it with the Duke of Qin. Fan."
The Duke of Qin on the side felt his heart drop, and he clenched the document given to him by the city lord, his palms dripping with sweat.
He knew that the city lord was abandoning his son intentionally, but he couldn't understand the young girl's thoughts. He only hoped that although the other party was a cultivator, she was still young and now she always pretended to be a city official with a cold face, but in fact she had nothing to do with it. What a complicated thought.
After he was mentioned by the city lord, he quickly saluted Zhao Xiang'er and said: "I am not talented, so this is a helpless move. If there is anything wrong, I hope the immortal master can correct it."
Zhao Xiang'er hummed and said, "There's nothing wrong with that."
Duke Qin secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
The eyes of the city lord changed, but he didn't think of her as stupidly as Duke Qin did. After all, it was she who pulled Mrs. Bai down from the altar, and now her indifferent attitude towards all things can only explain her intentions. bigger.
The city lord had already made up his mind and said: "At that time, I am willing to take the lead in training the troops for the Immortal Master. I will be near the water tower. I will first pull down the empress of the Zhao Kingdom from the throne, and then use the Zhao Kingdom as the basis to establish several Fengdus to reshape the authority of the Hades Lord and cast it." A brand-new kingdom of gods will be established, and then the Immortal Master will be someone who can truly stand up to the gods. We just wish that the chickens and dogs could ascend to heaven. If the Immortal Master doesn’t mind it, I will draw the general’s flag for the Immortal Master right now. I wonder what the Immortal Master’s last name is?”
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Zhao."
The city lord nodded and was suddenly startled - isn't this Zhao Guoguo's surname? Could this little girl be related to the royal family? Could it be that she was an illegitimate daughter of a certain big family or had a big conflict with the Zhao royal family? still…
An idea flashed through his mind like a thunderbolt, but before the idea was completely formed, he heard the little boy shouting: "Don't believe what this old guy says! They want to kill us all. When we are all dead, They will definitely kill you too... Big brother, please advise my sisters-in-law not to believe them! Even a kid like me understands the truth, how can you not understand?"
The little boy's shouting was extremely harsh. The city lord frowned, and his breath suddenly became gloomy. His hands in his sleeves had been turned into swords. He glanced and saw the young man blocking the desperate man who wanted to rush. The little boy who came in, but the girl still looked cold and indifferent. He calmed down, strode forward, and shouted angrily: "You ungrateful little thing, we are planning a future for the people in this city, what are you doing? Words? Which family’s children are so uneducated? "
As he said that, he had already stretched out his hand to pick up the little boy, but his hand was already filled with hidden strength. If he strangled him to death at once, it would be a mistake and there would be death in this city. There are so many people, who cares about the life or death of a little boy
Ding Leshi opened his eyes wide. Although he was young, he could clearly see the vicious and deep murderous intention in the eyes of the city lord.
When the city lord walked over, the hairs all over his body suddenly stood up. A chill rushed up his spine. He opened his mouth wide and wanted to call for help, but he took in a sharp breath and couldn't say a word.
The hand was about to fall on his shoulder.
"Ah!" Ding Leshi felt as if his scalp was exploding, and the soul of the dead was so close. He had no chance of survival. His throat constricted, and he finally couldn't help but scream loudly.
He closed his eyes and slowly opened them after a while. He touched his body, only to find that he was still flesh and blood. The fear had not faded away. He opened his eyes wide and looked at the face of the city lord who was so close. , couldn't help shouting again.
The city lord knelt on one knee and put his hand on his shoulder, but it was limp and without any strength. The soul of the city lord's pupils also began to blur. He turned his head with difficulty, looked at Zhao Xiang'er, and said in confusion: "Why... Why?"
The city lord turned his head, and Ding Leshi discovered that there was a huge hole on the back of his head. If the dead souls also had brains, the skull would be broken and the brains would flow out.
Zhao Xianger raised her hand, her white clothes fluttered, and the crimson light fell on her body, seeming to turn into the bright moonlight.
She didn't answer and glanced at Ning Changjiu from the corner of her eye.
Ning Jiujiu leaned down, looked at the dying city lord, and said softly: "The city lord accepts this kindly, but it would be unreasonable to ask us, the empress, to rebel against you, right?"
The city lord's eyes widened, and the guess that had pierced his chest like lightning before was completed. However, all his thoughts quickly disappeared with the formation of this guess.
He stared at the girl in the white skirt with wide eyes, his eyes full of resentment: "Zhao... Zhao Xianger! You must not..."
Before the word "good death" could be uttered, the city lord's undead soul was like quicksand blown by the strong wind, disappearing in front of everyone. Ding Leshi's eyes widened, shocked, and he gasped for air until he saw the city lord's body. The soul of the dead disappeared completely, and the nausea and coldness in his heart dissipated a lot.
After Qin Gong witnessed the death of the city lord one after another and heard the true identity of the girl in the white dress, he was filled with panic and trembling. At this moment, Zhao Xiang'er's eyes also fell on him, and he was horrified. I just felt that all the darkness in my intestines was turned out and exposed to the moonlight one by one.
The corners of Zhao Xiang'er's lips raised slightly and she asked, "What else does Mr. Qin have to say?"
How could Duke Qin dare to look at her again? He stretched out his arms tremblingly, shook his sleeves, cupped his fists and said, "See Your Majesty the Empress, Your Majesty, everything that happened before was forced upon me by the old city lord, and so did I. I have no choice but to do this...this order prohibiting raw rice..."
Duke Qin reacted immediately, and quickly unfolded the document that was half soaked with sweat in his hand, tore it into pieces, then with a plop, knelt down on his knees and bowed to the ground.
Zhao Xiang'er looked at the Confucian scholar who bowed his head in surrender, and then glanced at Ning Changjiu. Ning Changjiu's beating for a month was not in vain. He quickly understood and handed Ding Leshi a knife and said, "Come on. .”
Ding Leshi was still a little confused. He subconsciously took the boning knife. His right hand trembled and he almost lost his grip and fell to the ground. He switched to holding the knife with both hands and looked at Ning Jiujiu in horror.
Ning sighed for a long time, looked at Zhao Xiang'er, and asked, "He is still a child."
Zhao Xiang'er had turned around and walked deeper into the old house. His unadulterated and cold voice drifted in the night: "Since you want to grow up in this city, you are destined not to be an ordinary child."
Not long after, Duke Qin's screams came from behind.
Ning Jiujiu closed his eyes slightly, folded his sleeves with his hands, and followed.
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On the tall building before, Black and White Wuchang had been hiding in the dark, ready to take action at any time.
Hei Wuchang sat on the chair, took out the erhu made of python scale skin, pressed the strings with one hand, and pulled the strings with the other hand, as if holding an invisible bow, and drew the silent music from the piano tube little by little. come out.
His expression was focused and undistracted, while the scholar in white clothes wearing sackcloth and mourning was looking attentively along the crack of the door of the tall building, his eyes drifting away from the girl in the white dress, praising her beauty again and again, saying that it is not enough for such a woman to conquer the country and conquer the city. To describe it, all the oirans in this city for hundreds of years couldn't compare to her. They also laughed at Hei Wuchang for being a blind man and not being able to see such a peerless beauty. It's a pity that a scholar like me should have such a red-sleeved companion. Reading adds fragrance.
"When Mrs. Bai returns to regain power, these beautiful girls will become prisoners. Then they may be able to..." Bai Wuchang shook the folding fan in his hand, thinking in his mind.
It was also at that moment that Zhao Xiang'er raised his hand and aimed his palm at the back of the city lord's head, and then the city lord's soul gradually became thinner.
The spirituality of the entire Yama House began to die.
Bai Wuchang's words were like water vapor floating in the winter, which quickly condensed into very fine ice slag. The moment Zhao Xiang'er turned around, she raised her head towards the tall building and looked.
This building was very big, with dozens of windows, and he only opened them a crack. It was dark at the moment, so it was logical that Zhao Xiang'er would never be able to see him.
But she looked in the direction of him. With a fleeting smile, Bai Wuchang knew that she must have seen it. He subconsciously closed the window suddenly, fell down on the chair, and kept saying: It's over, he grabbed Hei Wuchang's shoulder and shook it hard: "What else are you playing? That woman killed the city lord. She saw us, and we will die soon!"
Hei Wuchang was still pulling the invisible bow, pressing the strings with his fingers by mistake, without saying a word.
Bai Wuchang stood up suddenly, and the chair fell to the ground with a clatter. He pointed at Hei Wuchang's nose and said loudly: "Do you think you can get away with it? How many bad things have you done for the city lord in the past month, overtly or covertly? You Do you really think you are a performer with a piano? You have as many lives on your hands as I do!"
Hei Wuchang pulled the strings silently.
Bai Wuchang wanted to curse again, but his body suddenly trembled, his head turned, and he looked at the closed door.
Behind the door, footsteps came from far and near.
Bai Wuchang knew that this was the footsteps that the girl made deliberately, she just wanted to let herself hear it!
The footsteps stopped at the door.
Bai Wuchang's heart was already in his throat, but the door had not been opened for a long time. The fear of approaching death finally brought him back to his senses. He turned around suddenly, opened the window, and wanted to jump out of the window to escape, but he just As soon as he turned around, the sound of the door opening sounded from behind.
With popping sounds, all the wooden windows closed one after another, leaving no gaps.
He stood by the window, turned around tremblingly, and saw a girl with long hair sitting in an old-fashioned walnut-colored wooden chair. Her white dress was very eye-catching in the darkness, just like this. Looking at her soft body, the wonderful scenery that looked like mountains covered with snow seemed eerie and terrifying at the moment.
She is more like a real life-threatening ghost than Bai Wuchang!
And beside her stood an inconspicuous young man. The young man looked at him as if he were looking at a ball of plant ash that had lost its warmth.
"Are you interested in working for our Highness?" Ning Jiujiu seemed to be a messenger.
Bai Wuchang was stunned for a moment. He suspected that he had heard wrongly, and then he said happily: "I am willing to do your best for Your Highness."
Ning Jiujiu said again: "Very good, but how can we trust your loyalty?"
"Uh..." Bai Wuchang pondered for a moment, but was stunned. He didn't know how he could show his loyalty. But at this moment, Ning Changjiu winked at him.
He glanced at Hei Wuchang.
Bai Wuchang immediately understood that the other party wanted to kill Hei Wuchang himself to show his loyalty to them!
His heart was full of passion, and he was not familiar with Hei Wuchang at all. What's more, it was just an occasional opportunity for a performer. How could it be compared to a scholar like himself who was rich in knowledge and had no talent
He understood in his heart, but still had a look of panic on his face, saying: "I dare to ask your highness how you want me to show my loyalty. All you have to say is that I will go to the mountains of swords and seas of fire without hesitation..."
As he spoke, he kowtowed deeply. The moment he kowtowed, he flicked his fingers between his long sleeves, and a soul nail shot out and pierced through.
Click!
That was the sound of soul nails penetrating the back of the chair and cracking the wood.
Bai Wuchang's smile froze before he could raise his head. He raised his head and found to his surprise that there was no one on the chair.
Behind him, the blind Hei Wuchang grabbed the bow like a narrow knife and dropped it suddenly, instantly piercing his soul.
Hei Wuchang put the bow back on the string, bowed deeply to Zhao Xianger and Ning Changjiu, and said respectfully: "This is my determination to show my loyalty."
Zhao Xianger, who was holding her cheek with one hand, nodded and said, "Very good."
She took a long look at Ning and said, "Talk to him."
Ning Changjiu thought to himself, did you really treat me like a servant? But he still dared to be angry and dare not say anything, so he said hello.
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When Ning Changjiu and Zhao Xianger came downstairs, a little boy stood at the stairs holding a knife. After seeing them, he grabbed the knife and rushed up.
"You give me back my grandpa!"
Of course he couldn't kill them. He quickly fell down the stairs and the knife fell on the ground. He covered his hand and wanted to grab the knife, but the boy and girl had already walked in front of him. He was afraid, and originally wanted to retract his hand, but when he thought of his grandfather, the hatred in his heart rose, and he desperately grabbed the knife and stabbed it again.
With a clang, the knife fell to the ground again.
"If you can't kill us, don't hold a knife and pretend to be filial." Zhao Xiang'er said coldly, stepped on the blade of the knife with her cloth shoes under her skirt, and walked over.
The little boy listened to her heart-piercing words and finally couldn't help but burst into tears.
In front of them, a little girl stood in front of them.
That's the little boy's sister.
Ning Jiujiu asked: "Are you here to kill us too?"
The little girl shook her head and bowed to them. She was born in a family with strict etiquette. Due to some baby fat, her body at the moment could not be said to be beautiful, but she could not find any faults.
She lowered her head and said respectfully in a milky voice: "My two brothers and sisters should be in need of raw rice. I know where the granary is. I will take my brothers and sisters there."
The little boy was so shocked that he couldn't speak. He looked at his normally well-behaved sister and couldn't believe that these words were coming from her mouth. He roared angrily: "Are you crazy, you damn girl? They... They killed grandpa!"
The little girl paid no attention to her brother. She led them out with a low eyebrow, leaving only a small figure with a whip on his back.
He sat on his knees in the house, holding the dagger tremblingly, his tears smashing on the dagger blade, but she had already walked away outside the door.
The night cuts out everything.
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Today, many people in the Palace of Yama have been exterminated, and the granary in the mansion has been opened wide. Hei Wuchang supervised the distribution of all the rice. At first, the queue to receive the rice was very short. After the news slowly spread, there was no breakthrough. More and more people came to the street, and a long queue formed at the gate of Yama Mansion.
Zhao Xiang'er and Ning Changjiu walked back to the yard together.
In the yard of the old house, the snow had long since been beaten out of existence, and the four walls surrounding the yard had collapsed. Almost every inch of land had traces of Ning Changjiu's physical contact.
As soon as he walked into the yard and closed the door, Zhao Xiang'er began to ask questions: "Oh, sister-in-law? Why, are you happy to hear it?"
Ning Jiujiu felt a chill in his heart, knowing that his critical moment was coming again, so he smiled and said, "Tong Yan Wuji, what do you care about?"
Zhao Xianger's eyes were slightly curved, and the corners of her lips were raised in a slightly sarcastic arc: "Tong Yan Wuji, it's okay if you don't refute, but you still praise him for being polite? What's your intention? Do you think I won't do it in front of those people? Beat you in front of me?"
Ning Jiujiu said: "Just teasing the children."
Zhao Xianger pursed her lips and asked, "Do you think so too?"
Ning was silent for a long time and said, "You are my fiancée. It's not a big deal for others to joke with you, right?"
Zhao Xiang'er's eyes flickered, then fell silent. She said coldly: "I have told you before that I advise you not to have any rash thoughts. Let's forget it this time. I won't do it next time."
Ning Jiujiu was dissatisfied and said, "Why don't you refute it yourself?"
Zhao Xiang'er said: "He is too young, and he is a subject of my country, Zhao. As the king of a country, I should be courteous and generous to the people. Of course, I will not argue with a child because of such a trivial matter."
Ning Changjiu said: "I am also a subject of Zhao State."
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Then from today on, you are fired."
Ning was stunned for a long time, sighed heavily, looked at the girl who was still acting cold and indifferent, and said: "I have worked hard along the way. If you ask about your status, I will help you ask. You have to show Your mysterious demeanor and majesty as a king make it difficult to talk about it, so I’ll tell you for you. Now that His Highness is trying to kill people... crossing the river and burning the bridge, I’m afraid it won’t be good, right?”
Zhao Xiang'er asked a question, turned her head and looked at him with a smile: "You mean I've been pretending outside?"
Ning Jiujiu felt a chill in his heart and said, "I don't mean that."
Zhao Xianger snorted coldly: "Hey Quan! Come here."
Ning Jiujiu said firmly: "What's the use of feeding fists now? It's so high-sounding to avenge private revenge."
Zhao Xiang'er said: "Sister-in-law, you didn't reject those two calls. Fifty punches each. Just now you said I was hypocritical. Another fifty punches. For public and private revenge, add another fifty."
Ning stood at the edge of the courtyard for a long time, rubbed the corners of his eyebrows, and said helplessly: "Why is Your Highness so small-minded?"
Zhao Xiang'er said coldly: "Another fifty punches. If there is no movement, it will be doubled again. You have no joke."
"Okay." Ning Jiujiu raised his hands in surrender: "Just follow His Highness's orders."
He sighed and walked helplessly towards the yard. Zhao Xianger rubbed his wrist and looked at him indifferently. When the two approached, their eyes met for a moment intentionally or unintentionally. There seemed to be some secret light flashing through, which even the red moon in the sky could not detect.
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