Three days later, all the bright monks or warriors who entered Mount Sumeru were dead or captured, and the rest could not escape capture even if they hid in the dense forest.
Huixin returned to the Fox Clan. She wanted to practice with His Highness and pursue the great path, but the clan needed her to take charge.
But the Black Fox King found it easy to kill. Chishan Jun betrayed her and died. Her original intention to kill was also turned away by Xia Ji, and she became only targeting that betrayed man. She would repay kindness and revenge, and His Highness never stopped her. she.
She transformed into a charming maid and followed Xia Ji, waiting for orders. Anyway, she had converted to His Highness, and as long as she followed His Highness, sooner or later she would have a chance to confront the ruler, and she must take care of him when the time came. He chopped the meat into minced meat and made meatloaf to vent his hatred.
On the trail home in late winter, the army escorted many prisoners.
The two horses were lagging behind.
The sound of hoofs clicking on the ground,
Xia Ji glanced sideways at the thin princess.
Xia Xiaosu raised her head slightly, facing the sky, and her pale skin showed a touch of sickly beauty.
Xia Ji said: "I have never seen you speak so fiercely."
Xia Xiaosu said: "No matter what, I hate her if she hurts you. Even if she has all kinds of reasons and feels wronged, I still hate her."
"Actually, nothing happened between me and her. She was just a chess piece that happened to appear there. If it wasn't her, it would be someone else. The real layout was the Second Princess."
"Xia Yun?"
Xia Xiaosu breathed a sigh of relief. She had become accustomed to this suspenseful message. No matter how the world changed, all she had to do was become stronger. If her brother wanted to suppress the world with force, then she would be his strongest backing. What's more, , she still has the common people in the world in her heart. This ridiculous thought makes her think of those people starving in the fields and those people freezing to death under the bridge late at night, and she feels the same and sobs in bed.
Therefore, in order to do these things that must be done, she will change herself and become brave enough to "confront" no matter what kind of existence she is.
The two of them did not continue Xia Yun's topic.
Xia Xiaosu said lightly: "Brother, I have already thought about the name I want to change."
"Um?"
Xia Ji waited for the answer.
Xia Xiaosu said: "Jie."
Xia Ji was stunned for a moment. He remembered some things from his previous life. Could this be Shang from a parallel world, but was it also doomed to destruction
He glanced sideways at the imperial sister. She was sad and pale, as small as a white plum in the corner, but did she want to be called Xia Jie
Would he like to be reminded that it's best not to be called by this name? For example, it is better to use some words such as "龘", so that when the opponent's generals scold the formation in the future, they will forget how to pronounce this word for a while, and then stop scolding, and those who reluctantly will only do it themselves. How about being ridiculed and losing morale before the war begins
A thought flashed through Xia Ji's heart, "Do you like this word?"
"I think this name is very domineering. It should be able to control others."
Xia Xiaosu actually didn't have a lot of confidence.
"I would also like."
Xia Ji laughed.
Xia Xiaosu received the affirmation and smiled.
Xia Ji raised his head and looked at the sky in the distance, remembering the conclusion that he was an anomaly again in his mind.
What about Qin Shu and Xia Jie
so what
…
The eighteen-story stargazing tower has been transformed into a prison. Some of the original prohibition mechanisms have been turned into defensive measures, and the three bottom floors are used by warriors on duty.
Outside the tower, there are permanent soldiers stationed, patrolling in three shifts day and night.
Xia Ji walked step by step along the winding stairs.
In a cell at the top of the tower, Yan Ling, wearing prison uniform, was leaning against the cold wall.
She looked distractedly at the bronze bird oil lamp on the wall diagonally opposite, thinking in her heart that maybe it would be best to die like this.
"Ah!!" A warrior's painful cry suddenly came from not far away. It was the voice of someone who was being interrogated.
This interrogation was very effective, and many warriors had already succumbed and started writing the secrets of their own sects.
It's about to be your turn.
Yan Ling thought in her heart as she grabbed the white fish pendant with her left hand. Maybe only the power from her deceased mother could give her a little warmth.
Clang.
At this moment, the metal chain rang and made a harsh sound.
Yan Ling looked up at the sound and saw a person standing in front of the door.
A teenager.
A small dark gold jacket is tied inside and a black python robe is worn outside.
It's Xia Ji.
The two of them looked at each other through the prison door, and Yan Ling turned away.
The jailer unlocked the door and drove out the remaining female warriors inside. His Highness was visiting, how could there be other people around
Among those female warriors were people from Qingya Villa. Seeing this scene, they immediately understood and said hurriedly: "Senior Sister Yan, don't forget me, little sister."
The others also probably understood Yan Ling's identity, so they all shouted: "Miss Yan, we are destined to be in the same room, please..."
"Come out quickly!" the jailer urged the warriors.
The warriors were put in shackles and shackles. This type of shackles was specially developed for warriors. There was a needle hidden in the shackles. The needle was not too long or too long. If the meridians were moved with true energy and swelled slightly, the needle would directly It penetrates into the meridians and destroys them.
And the material of this needle is also very special. Unless you are a strong man at the legendary level, you can't even think of breaking the shackles with the horizontal training method. This is not enough, but any warrior who is in prison will be given something like this in his daily diet. Drugs such as "Ruanjin Powder", in short, it is impossible to escape unless there is a legend in the world.
"Your Highness, please." The jailer looked at the Seventh Highness favorably.
Xia Ji walked through the prison door and sat in front of Yan Ling.
"The daughter of the people has met His Highness Seventh."
Yan Ling's voice was neither cold nor hot.
Xia Ji said: "You should also understand that it is unrealistic to let you go, so don't say such things. But you and I had a friendship on the streets of the imperial capital, and this friendship allows me to give you one more choice. .”
"What choice?"
"Relax your mind, I will recite a sutra to calm your nerves."
When Yan Ling heard the word "chanting", her heart twitched. She had been having a hard time in the past three years, but how about this prince? If he hadn't broken out of the situation on his own, he would have died long ago, right
"sorry… "
Her voice was softer and apologetic.
Xia Jidao: "In troubled times, the weak are chess pieces, picked up by the strong and thrown down, and stirred up by the wind and clouds. They can't do anything they do, say, or think about themselves. What's there to be sorry for? Do you want to listen to my chanting?" "
Yan Ling nodded. Although he didn't understand the role of "chanting", he could still get a glimpse of this person's past, and then we could have a common topic. With a topic, the broken friendship could be slowly repaired.
She has no relatives anymore, only the one in front of her will make her miss and suffer.
Xia Ji sat cross-legged in the skylight falling from the prison window, his eyes clear, and he opened his mouth to recite scriptures.
His voice was neither fast nor slow, neither high nor low. It was as calm as an ocean current. Because it was deep, there was no noise or excitement.
After a while…
He has finished reciting the scriptures.
Yan Ling listened with her mind at ease from beginning to end. Because of this, she quickly felt the spirit as vast as the sea.
In front of that spirit, you are like a pool of water.
She felt that the prince in front of her had really changed. Although he was sitting opposite him, only a foot away, the distance felt could not be exaggerated to describe the difference between clouds and mud.
Looking at him is like looking at the sky, and you can strongly feel your own insignificance.
She closed her eyes for a long time, and the small pool of water in her heart finally merged into the sea. A strange sense of security came to her heart. At the same time, she also understood that the young man in front of her was no longer the old friend of yesterday. In this short period of time, How high has he climbed in less than three years
After three years of separation, nothing is the same as before.
Was he born just for such troubled times
Many thoughts flooded into her mind, but as the spirit deepened, a strong and extreme sense of inferiority emerged in her heart.
It was a spirit that was almost powerful.
How could I possibly have friendship with such a being
How is it possible to have a common topic with him
While she was still thinking about the long love between her children, the other person was no longer thinking about this. She opened her eyes and looked at the young man in front of her. His pupils were as deep as the sea. She felt even more ashamed of herself. In an instant, she gave up those thoughts of "continuing the relationship" in her heart. " thought, because she felt that she was no longer worthy.
So, she started to ask some questions about the exercises and confusion in her heart.
She asked, and Xia Ji answered.
After asking and answering, an hour passed.
After a long time, Yan Ling had realized a lot. When she looked at the young man in front of her, her emotions in her heart also changed. It was a mixture of inferiority and respect, as well as many complicated emotions.
"Your Highness."
Yan Ling shouted again, wanting to say something.
Xia Ji interrupted her and said, "Call me teacher from now on."
This title directly cut off all possibilities between the two of them, and also brought an end to the cause and effect that had existed. Teachers and students can only be teachers and students.
Yan Ling was stunned for a moment and bit her lip. Although her heart felt much calmer, she still felt a little cramped after hearing these words. However, it was already a great opportunity to be accepted as a disciple by a legend, not to mention her love for Qing. Yashan Villa has long lost its feelings and sense of belonging, so just rebel.
So, she said: "Yan Ling has met the teacher."
When she looked up again, her face changed into a playful look.
Xia Ji was not surprised and said calmly: "Xia Yun."
At this time, "Yan Ling" asked curiously: "Hey, you haven't killed her yet? You haven't slept with her yet? Little brother, are you still a man?"