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The woman behind the wing showed her figure, also wearing a bamboo hat and veil, but she was wearing a blue-gray cloth.
"Daqing's lackeys are really cunning, but it's a joke to want to catch me like this!" The woman let out a few mocking laughs.
This person is Beiming Ruixue!
It turned out that the woman that Rongdi took away just now was just a red sleeve used to replace her identity and take the risk instead of her.
It is also thanks to Rong Di who came up with this method, otherwise, if he was entangled by those people in Daqing, if he knew she was here, it would be difficult to escape.
She turned around and looked around the courtyard for a few moments, then raised her hand and put her index finger to her lips, and let out a loud and short whistle.
Then, several black-clothed and masked swordsmen descended from the sky.
"Master!"
The masked swordsman knelt on one knee and saluted Beiming Ruixue respectfully.
Beiming Ruixue raised her chin arrogantly, and waved to the few people kneeling on the ground, "Send me back."
These people are the Xuege elites that she has carefully cultivated. They don't come out on weekdays, and they are responsible for escorting her away when she is in danger.
Everyone has no objection, the people following them have been led away by Rong Di, now they just need to secretly escort the pavilion master back to Xuege.
Seeing the figures disappearing slowly, the person in the dark curled his mouth slightly.
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At the foot of the mountain, there used to be a tea house where people came and went.
"The pavilion master is tired, do you want to rest here first? We can go back soon."
The four black-clothed guards had already changed into plain clothes, but the big swords on their backs were particularly eye-catching. Everyone felt that they couldn't be provoked when they saw it, and they all avoided it.
Ignoring the eyes of everyone in the teahouse, Beiming Ruixue slightly nodded the hat on her head, and the guards around her immediately understood what she meant, and went to the shopkeeper to make some arrangements.
"There are no private rooms in the tea house, please forgive me the pavilion master."
Beiming Ruixue waved her hands impatiently, and sat down at a relatively secluded window seat on the second floor.
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Not long after arriving at the teahouse, fine raindrops fell in the sky, forming thin lines when they fell.
The raindrops are connected into a line, moving out of the old time.
Thinking about it, no one could recognize her now, Beiming Ruixue slid the veil on the bamboo hat to her ear, put her hand on the window, and watched the rain scene.
"Rainy days, my lord... No, what I hate the most is rainy days." As if she suddenly thought of something, a weird smile suddenly appeared at the corner of her mouth.
A few years ago, in the Imperial Capital of Beiming, there was a very dazzling existence.
It is also an existence that makes her jealous all her life, and can no longer be surpassed.
It was raining all over the sky, and my thoughts gradually drifted away, and I suddenly returned to the Beiming Palace many years ago——
"Hahahahaha!"
Hearty laughter resounded throughout the world. At that time, she was still a girl of seven or eight years old, and she was coquettishly pulling her father to play in the imperial garden.
Unexpectedly, the already gloomy sky began to lightly rain at this moment.
The rain was not heavy, and while the palace people hurriedly put up umbrellas for the father and daughter, they saw a surprising scene in the imperial garden.
In the imperial garden, the little girl played with a sword very well, and could vaguely hear the rustling wind piercing through the air.
The fine rain hit her body, she didn't seem to feel it. At such a young age, his tenacity is already comparable to others.
The palace servants watched worriedly. They held umbrellas in their hands and wanted to support her, but no one dared to step forward to persuade her.
It was at this time that the father laughed, not the kind of doting smile that he usually sees the empresses of the palaces, nor the helplessness and connivance when he sees her or other brothers and sisters.
In the father's laughter, there is pride, pride.
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(end of this chapter)