Empress True Colors

Jing Hengbo almost exclaimed.

Sang Tong!

Unexpectedly, she actually escaped from the palace, unexpectedly she hasn't left yet, unexpectedly she is here!

Jing Hengbo's heart was pounding. He never expected that the carriage would come to join Sang Tong. Judging from the number of people, the subordinates of the Sang family who were still in the city might be gathered here. What's more, since Sang Tong Here, the guards must be particularly strict, and these people are gathered around the carriage. She is worried that if she rushes out of the carriage, she may be trapped before she can teleport.

No need to guess, Sang Tong sees her, if she doesn't want to skin her alive, she has the same surname as Sang Tong!

It is impossible to rush out. It seems that Sang Tong wants to gather his subordinates here to discuss matters and rush out. He can only leave when Sang Tong goes out again or gets in the carriage, everyone returns to their places, and the carriage moves again.

Fortunately, because of the large number of people, no one cared if a certain carriage did not get off. Everyone is full of thoughts and looks solemn.

Jing Hengbo held the dagger in his palm and waited.

Sang Tong didn't seem to be in a hurry at all, at this moment when life and death were at stake, she was still pacing slowly, seeming to be thinking, and happened to circle Jing Hengbo's carriage. Several times, he got close to the car door and even bumped into it, which made Jing Hengbo jump up and down, wishing he could pull her over and slap her hard.

It seemed that a few more carriages drove in vaguely, and finally everyone was there, and then there was a loud bang, as if some gate was closed.

Jing Hengbo's heart skipped a beat.

The carriage moved slightly, as if Sang Tong was leaning on the carriage, leaning against the window, Jing Hengbo carefully lifted the curtain a little, thinking about the possibility of inserting a needle into the top of her head.

Considering that the angle is inconvenient and too risky, forget it.

Getting off the carriage, Sang Tong was full of thoughts, and surrounded by subordinates, he naturally didn't expect that there were people just across the board wall, who tried to kill her countless times.

"Everyone is here?" She said slowly.

Immediately, various voices stepped forward to sign up.

"Tianzu Sanyi led his disciples to meet the Patriarch."

"Wang Jing of the Earth Group led his disciples to meet the Patriarch."

"Ouyang of the mysterious group is nothing more than leading his disciples to meet the Patriarch."

"Yellow Team Shanlong led his disciples to meet the Patriarch."

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The subordinates of the Sang family signed up one by one, Jing Hengbo secretly counted, there are quite a lot of people, these groups alone are divided into sixteen groups, such as heaven, earth, yellow, thunder, rain, flood, wild, thick soil, etc., and the children in the group? This is still the power of the Sang family in Dige, what about the whole country?

It's just strange that all of these people who signed up have older voices, obviously older.

"Very well, I'm sorry to bother you all," Sang Tong said with a sigh after listening, "Now, you are the only ones by my side."

"Patriarch," a man said, "Why do you still stay here? Why do you gather in the depths of this city? You should leave the city now, we will protect you before it's too late!"

Sang Tong smiled, his voice soft.

"I'm not going out of town."

Some people were shocked, some understood, and some sighed.

"Sang Yi, has the young master left the city yet?" Sang Tong asked.

An old man replied: "Already near the city gate, but the interrogation is very strict. Although old Xuanyuan and the others help, they still haven't been able to leave the city. Everyone is trying to figure out a way."

"Don't think about it," Sang Tong said, "I will send him out of the city."

Everyone was silent, thinking that this was absurd. The real elites of the Xuanyuan family and the Sang family were all near the city gate at the moment. It would be difficult to send the young master out. The Patriarch was still in the slums in the north of the city.

"Are you going to join the young master?" Someone asked tentatively.

"No..." Sang Tong sighed, his voice infinitely bleak, "I won't see him again."

Everyone bowed their heads silently.

"The Sang family has been destroyed. I, Sang Tong, have also been destroyed. It is my unavoidable sin to fail to protect the priest's tower and let the century-old family decline in my hands. Even if I return to the tribe, the elders will not If they would let me go, then why should I have to go back through all kinds of hardships, and then be executed in disgrace, or be imprisoned in an underground dungeon for a lifetime of misery?"

"Patriarch!" Someone retorted passionately, "You can't admit defeat first! The tribal elders are powerful, but you have us, the disciples of Dige, and we will **** you back to the death and protect you from the judgment of the elders!"

Sang Tong smiled lightly.

"When I escaped Gong Yin's pursuit and returned to the tribe for thousands of miles, you said, how many people are left by my side? How many people can you survive?"

There was a dead silence.

"I can't go back. It's Sang Tianxi who should go back." Sang Tong finally regained the dignity and calmness of the high priest at this moment, calmly said, "Tianxi, experienced the washing of the heavens, cutting tendons and marrow. My Sang family has never been born in a hundred years." He is the hope of my Sang family in the desperate situation, and the only reliance for recovery in the next hundred years. He rarely appears in front of the world, has not been involved in Dige's circle of right and wrong, and has no responsibility for the collapse of the priest's tower. He is the only direct descendant who inherits the blood of our Sang family's ancestors, if he goes back, the elders will not be able to touch him, and the Sang family will still belong to our branch."

"But..." Someone was still trying to persuade.

"There is nothing but, I am already useless. Since I am useless, I must be prepared to be sacrificed. Instead of sacrificing in a dark dungeon, it is better to be upright and happy, and finally sacrifice in this Emperor Song City!"

In the last sentence, Sang Tong's tone suddenly became fierce, and Jing Hengbo suddenly felt uncomfortable—this woman is full of grief and indignation, and her tone is decisive, what does she want to do?

She doesn't want to live anymore?

Jing Hengbo has always believed that people who don't want to live are the strongest, and they are not afraid of death. What else in this world can't be done?

"Patriarch!" The subordinates of the Sang family also heard Sang Tong's meaning, and cried out in mourning.

"Patriarch! If you really don't want to leave, we won't either!"

"Yes, we are with you!"

"We're all old, and we may not survive the escape. It's better to accompany the Patriarch and turn Dige upside down!"

"Patriarch, if sacrifices are necessary to send the young master away, we are willing!"

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Jing Hengbo sneered in the car.

A group of simple-minded fools who are easily incited.

Why are the old, weak, sick and disabled left behind? It is clear that Sang Tong has made up his mind to use them as abandoned sons, so where is the need for them to show loyalty? Like it or not, you have to die.

But... she held her chin, thinking that the provocative force belonging to the superior is also a skill, and she has to learn it.

…

Sang Tong seemed to be moved by his subordinate's bravery, he waved for everyone to be quiet, and when he spoke again, his eyes were full of tears and his voice was choked up.

"Thank you, old brothers..." She raised her sleeves and wiped her tears, "It is the blessing of the Sang family to have you. Back then, the old brothers worked hard to help me save my Sang family's foundation. Being murdered by the despicable queen, I can't protect my old brothers, I can't give you a dignified and comfortable old age, and I want you to accompany me to die... Don't worry, even if you and I die today, we will be remembered forever by heaven. One day, he will avenge us and rejuvenate the Sang family. Your wives and children will receive the best care. Your tablets will be enshrined in the Hall of Heroes of the Sang family, and will accompany the ancestors of the Sang family for generations to enjoy the Sang family forever. The blood of the descendants will be enshrined!"

A group of old people from the Sang family were crying and their voices were solemn.

"Willing to die for the Sang family! Willing to die for the Patriarch!"

In the horrific atmosphere, someone burst into tears.

Jing Hengbo leaned against the wall of the car, lost in thought.

She was not moved by this master-slave relationship that resolutely went to death. Once the essence of many things was seen through, there was only a cold inside. She just suddenly thought of her future. I thought that if I want to change the status quo, I have to seize power first. During and after the seizure of power, I'm afraid I can't do less things like buying people's hearts, inciting words, bewitching interests, and binding morality, right?

In the future, she will also pretend to be false, conspiratorial, and play tricks?

And Gong Yin, who has been in such a situation for many years, should he be familiar with these complicated and gloomy things, right? Before, she was only familiar with his superior Lengmeng, but now she thinks that the superior has his own considerations, maybe there are many things that she can't help herself, so she has to endure nausea to do it?

Thinking of this, she was a little irritated. The situation in the Great Wilderness is so complicated. Everyone doesn't even know the friends and enemies. Such a day is really not in her heart. happy.

The shouts outside were depressing and tragic, and the atmosphere had been mobilized to the peak. Sang Tong seemed to have finally ignited his blood, gritted his teeth and said sharply: "Now! The young master is trapped at the city gate and cannot get out. It is impossible to force it. If you want to help Da If the young master escapes from Dige quickly, we must create a turmoil in the city of Dige, so that Gong Yin has no time to embarrass the young master, so the young master will have a chance!"

"Patriarch, order! We will follow you!"

"Pierce the sky with a knife, and Dige will sing for me, hahaha, happy!"

Jing Hengbo took a deep breath.

Sure enough, the most poisonous woman's heart!

"I'm ready." Sang Tong said sinisterly, "You also know that black firearms and fire bullets are prohibited by Dige, and Gong Yin strictly forbids any private possession except Yuzhao Palace, but he can't control the carriage. All the carriages here are stuffed with skyfire oil beads extracted from the skyfire swamp in the interlayer, and the surface is smeared with skyfire mud three times, and it will ignite immediately when it encounters an open fire. This is the suggestion of Tianxie at the beginning, and it should be used when necessary. Now it can come in handy. Now, we are driving these carriages, divided into three groups, passing through Jiugong Street, Liulifang, Cangjing, and Huangcheng Square, and started to light fire in Liulifang where the crowds are most concentrated! Finally, in front of the gate of Yuzhao Palace , Hit it and die!"

"Jade and stone burn together!" Echoed like a tide.

Jing Hengbo's palms were sweating—it was a vicious plan. If she hadn't been greedy for money and got into the carriage, Dige would have been robbed today.

But now she is alone, it is still difficult to save this catastrophe. The galloping carriage ignited and exploded all the way, and the places it passed were the busiest and most crowded places of Dige, how to stop it?

"It's not too late," Sang Tong said coldly, "Let's go now."

"Yes." The deadpan reply was firm.

"Before you leave, give Dige a gift." Sang Tong smiled grimly, "The grain that Dige recently bought from Xilong Kingdom has just arrived, and it happens to be in the granary here..."

It was only then that Jing Hengbo realized that this place turned out to be a granary. No wonder it felt tall and wide. Sang Tong actually thought of gathering people and carts in the empty granary, which is really a wonderful way.

Then she heard a chichi sound and felt bad. Looking quietly, I don't know when there was an extra lead wire on the ground. The lead wire was ignited, and along a ditch dug under the wall, it was heading towards the next door with sparks flashing.

No need to ask, the next door must be a granary full of grain. Sang Tong acted viciously and ruthlessly, and there would be chaos in the horse **** song, and there would be countless casualties. At this time, the granary was also burned, so the so-called misfortunes never come singly. Not to mention that Dige will immediately fall into a huge panic, which may cause an accident or a change in the political situation. Let's say that the people will be short of food after being injured, and many people will die immediately!

"Okay." Sang Tong clapped his hands, "Let's get in the car."

Everyone responded one after another and boarded their own cars. Many people find old friends before getting in the car, pat on the shoulder silently, and say their final farewell. When boarding the car, the posture is straightforward and does not look back.

No one speaks, and no one cries anymore. When death becomes a collective action, the fear and pressure of death itself will be silenced. There is only one road left. Once you close your eyes, go to the end, and then open your eyes, maybe it is Another life.

"My car seems to be too new." Sang Tong seemed to be still choosing a car. "I hope to reach Yuzhao Palace and punch a hole in the belly of Gong Yin and that bitch, so the car should not be too conspicuous."

Jing Hengbo's heart beat again.

Oops!

Sure enough, the next moment, Sang Tong turned around naturally, looked at the old and inconspicuous carriage behind him, "This one is fine."

Jing Hengbo was no longer nervous at this point, he gritted his teeth and grasped the dagger steadily.

At this time, everyone had already boarded the carriage, and went to dance to death separately according to the pre-determined route. Since he was preparing to die, there was no question of guarding or not guarding. Some of Sang Tong's guards got into other carriages, and some sat on the shaft of this carriage. Everyone kept the naked flames on their bodies for safekeeping, and carefully tied them to the shaft of the car by the hand.

Jing Hengbo was very anxious, she didn't expect these people to walk so quickly and so simply, and she was alone, how could she stop the several roads of death carriages?

Thinking of these carriages driving into the crowd, exploding all the way, flesh and blood flying, sea of ​​flames filling the sky, screaming into the sky... She couldn't help but tremble—Dige Dajie, this will be her fault!

The curtain was lifted, and Sang Tong got into the car.

Jing Hengbo stabbed it out with one knife!

"Ah!" With a scream, Sang Tong's voice was full of despair and shock. He never thought that he would be stabbed in the chest at this moment! Before she could see who the murderer was, Jing Hengbo stepped on her face and rushed out.

As soon as she got out of the car, she cut the bag full of flint tied to the shaft with a backhand knife, and the bag fell to the ground. She rushed forward, and someone behind her yelled: "Stop!" Then there was a bang, and a heavy fist wind on her back.

Jing Hengbo felt as if he had been hit by a boulder on his back, and his internal organs seemed to be shifted instantly. He opened his mouth and coughed out a mouthful of blood, but his body did not stop. He grabbed the flint bag that was about to fall to the ground, and appeared in three ten feet away.

Before he could stand still, he waved his hand, and a broken basin flew up on the ground, hitting the fuse that was almost burning to the next door.

The sparks flickered a few times, but they didn't go out immediately. The lead wire was thick, and Jing Hengbo didn't even look at it. He waved his hands quickly and repeatedly, and the basin hit the lead wire one after another. The sparks exploded and finally went out.

A scream of hatred came from behind: "Queen! It's the queen! Kill her! Kill her!"

There was a rapid rumbling sound, and the carriage hit her back like a mountain and a sea.

As soon as Jing Hengbo turned his head, he saw Sang Tong lying on the shaft of the car, spewing blood on his chest, staring at her with hatred in his eyes, and his outstretched hands were stained with blood, ferocious like a female demon sprang out of hell.

Jing Hengbo can still smile at this time.

"Old woman, you look so ugly now." The moment before the carriage was about to hit her, her figure flashed and disappeared.

Only one ending sound is left, dissipated in the air.

"...I'm so happy to think of you going to **** with this ugly face hahaha."

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Sang Tong opened his eyes wide, looking at the momentary emptiness in front of him, and fell powerlessly on the shaft of the chariot.

The guards stared wide-eyed and murmured, "Monster...monster..."

"Don't worry about the granary... let's go... let's go..." Sang Tong tried his best to stand up, holding the shaft of the car with his palms, leaving a dripping **** palm print, "I'm going to Yuzhao Palace, and burn them immediately! I want her to know that this is her His sin... her sin!"

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This is the official granary located in the north of the city. There are three forked roads leading to the center of the city. When Jing Hengbo appeared on the dirt road in a flash, he saw horse-drawn carriages galloping along the three roads at the same time. There were at least three carriages on each road. above the carriage.

"Too bad." Jing Hengbo almost broke the baby's long hair, "There are so many roads, how do you chase them?"

There are people on the road, hawkers and pedestrians, each doing his own thing, no one pays more attention to the horse-drawn carriage that is galloping away, there is a granary nearby, how many convoys will not walk on the road one day?

Jing Hengbo thought for a while, and shouted, "Someone is robbing the granary!"

No one cares.

Jing Hengbo wondered, nobody cared about the granary robbery? Isn't it said that food is the lifeblood of the people?

An old man swayed past, looked at her with pity on the disheveled face, shook his head and sighed, "You are beautiful, but your brain is not working well."

"Hey old guy, please make it clear," Jing Hengbo grabbed him, "Why do you say that robbing the granary is a disease? Someone really robbed the granary!"

"Look clearly, the three granaries here are all empty granaries, and the granaries that are really full of grain are over there," the old man pointed to the front, where tall wooden fences surrounded the continuous buildings, and the towering granaries could be vaguely seen.

"If someone really wants to rob the granary, it's not here to shout. Besides, there are heavy soldiers guarding over there. It should have been a riot. How can it be so calm?" The old man glared at her, opened his sleeves and left.

Jing Hengbo looked at the location. The granary where Sang Tong gathered his men was an abandoned granary, and it was far away from the new granary. But if you look carefully, some parts are quite close, so Sang Tong ordered people to dig a dark ditch under the old granary and bury it in the old granary. Combustibles, and then lead through the dark ditch to burn the granary over there.

There is a prerequisite for doing this, that is, the new granary over there has internal support!

But at this time, Jing Hengbo didn't have time to check the granary. The carriage had already driven out of sight, and it took more than a quarter of an hour to drive to the Dige Center. At that time, it was a tragedy of blood and blood. She is out of time.

Jing Hengbo thought for a while, and looked up. This place is not far from Beiye Gate, which is close to Beiye Mountain. Many princes and grandchildren from rich families went hunting through this gate, and now should be the time to come back. These people have a little martial arts and have means of transportation, and they are the best candidates to restore this catastrophe.

Thanks to Gong Yin's teaching, she, a queen who seldom has the chance to go out, knows the terrain and scenery of Dige like the back of her hand.

She wiped her face, touched her chest when she raised her hand, her heart ached and her throat was sweet, she silently swallowed some kind of liquid, muttered "It's a big loss." She swayed to the side of the road, posing beautifully Gorgeous S shape.

Such a glamorous appearance and such a seductive figure should be able to stop those lewd and foolish people, right?

As dusk falls, the crow sings late. There are more and more people around Beiyemen, and the hunters have returned.

A team of chariots and horses appeared on the horizon, galloping towards them.

Jing Hengbo was overjoyed, and raised his hands gracefully, "Hi—"

A large cloud of dust rushed towards her face, spraying back her coquettish posture and that charming "Hi", those tall horses passed by her like a wind, and the knight looked directly at her all the way, without even looking at her.

"Damn it, do you have eyes?" Jing Hengbo pouted the dirt out of his mouth angrily, and then bent his feet again, waiting for the next wave of calls for help.

Another large group of chariots and horses came.

Another large group of chariots and horses passed by.

Another large group of chariots and horses came.

Another large group of chariots and horses passed by.

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"Ahhhhh why don't they stop!" Jing Hengbo went crazy.

"I heard that the important person has been lost. The curfew is ahead of schedule tonight. Go back quickly, or you will be in trouble if you encounter interrogation..." A voice floated from a distance.

"Ah? What the **** is a big shot missing, and the whole city needs an early curfew?" Jing Hengbo cursed irritably, "I wish him to come to my aunt every day!"

After scolding, did you feel that there seemed to be something wrong?

…

"Don't stop, don't stop..." After three dials without stopping, Jing Hengbo looked at the sky and prepared to use his trump card.

Another group of men and horses came, and the knights in front rushed quickly.

"If you don't accept Meixiao, just take the stone!" With a wave of Jing Hengbo's hand, a stone rose from the ground and hit the horse leg of the knight in front.

"Amitabha, female benefactor, this is not right." Suddenly, a voice suddenly sounded from her ear, gentle, quiet and rambling, "Are you going to throw a stone at the horse's leg? You are facing it from this angle. But if you hit the horse's leg, if you deviate by three points, you will hit the second leg, and if you miss it by three points, you will hit the third leg. In other words, no matter how you hit it, the horse's leg will be broken by you. Cruel..."

"Sister Nagging will break your third leg!" Jing Hengbo didn't even look at it, he pushed away the nagging mouth with a slap, and waved his hand.

The stone flew out and was about to hit the horse's leg.

The guy next to him suddenly sighed and made a move.

Jing Hengbo watched helplessly as the stone made a 90-degree turn when it was 0.01 centimeter away from the horse's leg, and flew to the side of the grass beside the road.

She turned around and stared at the guy next to her.

I thought it was a monk, but it turned out that it was not a monk.

In front of him was a handsome and clean young man with a simple and honest demeanor and an innocent smile. At first glance, she looks a bit like Yi Qi, but at second glance she is not as beautiful as Yi Qi, but she is more pleasing to the eye, especially with clear eyes and a faint light on her face, which looks peaceful and holy.

Why are monks full of Amitabha? Jing Hengbo really wanted to hold his transparent ears and roar.

However, her gaze immediately fell on the murder weapon stone. The stone was still suspended, and the fake monk waved his fingers, as if holding a lover's hand, carefully placed the stone on the ground until it was placed flat and stable, then turned his head and asked Jing Hengbo kindly: "Amitabha, what is my name?" The third leg, I obviously don't have..."

"Master!" Jing Hengbo grabbed his hand, "You have the world in mind, right? You save all living beings, right? You will actively do everything you can before danger, right?"

The fake monk seemed to be frightened by her, nodded blankly, lowered his eyes, and said shyly: "Female benefactor, you touched the old monk's skin..."

Jing Hengbo thinks this seems to be a little contrary to harmony? The pseudo-monk's words were quite ecstasy, but at the moment, he couldn't care less, he grabbed his hand and put it in his arms, "It was you who touched my skin! You still want to touch my chest! You flower monk ! If you don’t do what I say, I’ll sue the officials, ruin your reputation, and die without a place to bury you!”

The fake monk seemed to be taken aback, lowered his head even more shyly, and said: "Don't be like this, benefactor, I don't dare to belittle you, just give me orders..."

He was pure and shy, but never pulled back his hand. The fingers moved quietly and tentatively.

"Okay then," Jing Hengbo immediately pushed his hand outward, "you go along the middle road and chase the three carriages. They are all old carriages, gray and black, and have a strange smell. After chasing them, put the shafts All the flints in the upper bag are destroyed, remember that they are all destroyed, and then it is best to destroy the carriage, as well as the people on the carriage, if you can capture them alive, if you can’t, remember not to waste too much money on a carriage. If you take too long, you must stop all three carriages! Don't forget! This is related to the lives of the entire Dige people!"

"Oh." The false monk nodded again and again, looking at his hand that was pushed away with nostalgia.

"Please!" Jing Hengbo seemed to be very reliable about this, but he felt a little worried about the incomprehensible guy, so he had to add more information, "You handle this matter well, and I promise you one request!"

"Okay!" The fake monk's eyes lit up, and the answer should be straightforward.

He turned around and left, with his sleeves fluttering, and flew several feet away in a blink of an eye. Jing Hengbo was a little relieved, and let out a long breath. This guy looked out of tune, but his skills were solid. To catch up with the three carriages, there was no way. hope!

The fake monk floated a few feet away, scratched his head, looked back at Jing Hengbo's direction, narrowed his eyes, and twirled his fingers.

Hey, so smooth, so moist, so plump...

"Eldest brother said she's funny, I think she's really big, ah, she's really big..."

At this moment, the holy face of the fake monk exudes a holy and wretched smile...

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"It's not that the monk is pretending to be ascetic, ah bah!" Jing Hengbo let out a bah when he saw the monk walk away, and seeing another horse team galloping towards him, he waved his hand, and the stone floated up again.

"go!"

The stone whizzed and hit the horse of the frontmost knight.

"Lul—" With a long hiss, the horseman stood up, raised his bowl-sized hooves in the air, and immediately the knight in yellow clothes floated beautifully, turned down in the air, grabbed the stone with his hands, and patted While comforting the horse, he turned his head and yelled angrily: "Who attacked indiscriminately!"

"Me!" Jing Hengbo was more confident than him.

The man landed on the ground with an elegant posture, and stood still with his back straight. Jing Hengbo couldn't help applauding when he saw that man's high-spirited posture.

When he turned his head, his face was full of anger, and when he looked at Jing Hengbo's face carefully, he couldn't help being startled.

Jing Hengbo was still thinking about how to make this guy help without saying a word, but he didn't want the guy to speak first: "Girl, it's you!"

"Huh, you know me?" Jing Hengbo was surprised.

The man smiled, "A few days ago, did the girl wear a strange colorful dress and appeared on Jiugong Street?"

Jing Hengbo was really surprised now, "You can recognize this too?"

He was talking about the time she wore a bohemian dress on the catwalk in Jiugong Street, right? But that time she was still wearing a wide-brimmed hat, how did this person recognize it?

"That day, the girl's dress was superb, her charm was beautiful, she was fascinating, and she would never forget it at first sight." The man smiled sincerely. "As soon as I saw it today, I recognized it. I hope the girl will forgive me for being abrupt."

Jing Hengbo had a good impression of this man.

She has always been beautiful, and she is used to the amazing eyes of others. Those gazes in the past often had a hint of obscenity in their exclamation, and at least they were full of possessiveness. Hiding and hiding, dare to look but not to recognize. And the person in front of her, looking directly at her, praised her frankly, without concealing his appreciation, his eyes were open and clean.

Although it is not extremely beautiful to match him, but his masculine and masculine appearance can easily make people feel good.

"Thank you." She smiled sweetly, "Then can you do me a favor?"

"Speaking."

"Chasing some carriages for me." Jing Hengbo pointed to a road on the right, told him the request to the false monk, and finally emphasized, "This is a matter of life and death. I don't have time to explain it now. In short, Please!"

"Okay." The man nodded bluntly, got on his horse immediately without asking a single question.

"By the way!" Jing Hengbo was hesitant to ask him to help report the letter, but seeing that he was so straightforward, he simply added, "Please send a subordinate to Yuzhao Palace to ask you to see Master You. Just say that Dabo went to fight the fire." Be careful of the black carriages on Jiugong, Liulifang, and Cangjing roads!"

"Okay." The man still didn't ask any further questions. He waved his hand over to one of his subordinates, threw him a sign, and said, "Go and do it!" Then he cupped his hands at Jing Hengbo and said hello, "Let's go!" The angry horse left like a dragon.

Jing Hengbo breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that his crotch was a good horse. If you're lucky, you should make it in time.

She touched her face, and suddenly remembered something, going to Yuzhao Palace to ask to see Gong Yin is not something ordinary people can do, and it is impossible for Gong Yin to meet everyone, why does this person agree without the slightest bit of doubt? down?

Looking at his plain and restrained clothes, he really can't tell what kind of prince and grandson he is.

Now there is still one way left, she turned her head and looked in the direction of the city gate, it was getting dark, the city gate should have been closed, the number of pedestrians on the road was decreasing, no one would come here again.

It seems that you can only fight by yourself.

At this moment, Jing Hengbo felt a tight pain in his chest, covered his chest and coughed twice, and murmured: "Fuck me, I have worked too hard as a queen, I should be awarded a labor medal..."

The sky was slowly dimming, and at the moment when the colorful clouds were about to close, her figure disappeared in a flash.

On the ground, a few drops of blood foam.

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The black carriage was driving in the gradually yellowing night.

The old men on the carriage had terrified eyes and faces like steel.

The carriage exudes a strange smell, but because the speed is driving, the people passing by have dispersed before they can smell it.

Although the carriage looks dilapidated, it is actually very strong and stable. It travels faster than ordinary carriages, and its steering is also very flexible. However, everyone in the Sang family knew that this was just a game made by the amazingly talented young master Sang Tianxi.

Sang Tianxi only needs to touch something casually, and that thing will definitely be different in the future. This is something that all the Sang family knows.

The Sang family also had great confidence in their young master, and felt that although he was a man and could not inherit the position of priest of the Sang family, he could definitely shine in other ways and shine beyond the reach of others. I just don’t understand why the patriarch, Sang Tong, has been hiding the young master in the inner courtyard for so many years, making him live in seclusion and not revealing it to outsiders, so that many Dige people know that the Sang family has this son, but they don’t know that the Sang family has this son. Who is Yizi and what kind of talent is he?

The Sang family felt that the young master had been buried, and that he should have been a phoenix in the sky, but he had to lurk silently in a corner. If the Patriarch hadn't hid the young master so tightly, perhaps, today's disaster for the Sang family would not have happened.

Several old servants tightened their clothes and raised their heads. The Cangjing Night Market was not far ahead.

My heart was pounding, I don't know if it was nervous or sad.

"Boom."

Suddenly, there was a soft sound on the top of the head.

A few old men raised their heads vigilantly, and saw a corner of blue cloth fluttering on the roof of the car.

"who?"

A face protruded from the top of the head, with a simple and honest smile, "Amitabha, I am asking for alms."

"Go away!" The few people who were about to die didn't have a good look at a young guy who was dressed like a layman but wanted to call himself an old monk.

Some people were more vigilant, reaching for the bag of flint as soon as they reached out.

The bag flew up suddenly, and everyone watched helplessly as the bag flew into the hands of the false monk.

"Amitabha, is this silver? I want to ask for alms." The pseudo-monk said to himself as he untied the bag, looked at the flint inside, glanced at the surface of the carriage, sniffed the smell, and suddenly revealed a mysterious smile.

"So..." he said, "I didn't expect this girl to be so..."

He didn't finish the two sentences, and then he smiled honestly, and under the astonished eyes of several old men, he flicked his fingers and flicked the bag out lightly.

"You crazy monk!" An old man was startled and angry. He stopped the car and got up to pick up flints. The other two had already rushed to pull the fake monk's feet, "Get down!"

With two bangs, two stinky straw sandals fell down, one on each side, and landed precisely on the heads of the two old men. They were obviously light and fluffy straw sandals, but the two old men turned their eyes white as if they had been hit by a sledgehammer, and did not move.

The false monk floated off the carriage and put his hands together in great compassion, "Amitabha, why are you dizzy?"

The person who rushed down to look for the flint bag by the side of the road, found the bag, turned around and saw that his companion had fallen to the ground, his face changed drastically, he gritted his teeth, and simply ignited the flint, raised his hand and threw it at the carriage.

The false monk sighed, "Human beings, you are all stupid."

Then he gave the carriage a gentle push.

With a bang, the heavy carriage fell to the ground, and the ignited fire flew past the carriage, a bright yellow and deep red flame disappeared in the distance, and then went out in a flash.

The person who threw the fire was dumbfounded.

I have never seen such a gentle and violent pseudo-monk.

Obviously he could use his hands to catch the fire, but he insisted on pushing the carriage down, his movements were as light as petting a cat, but the Qianjin carriage was as delicate and weak as a cat, and it would fall down as soon as it was pushed.

The man stayed for a while, then suddenly yelled, turned around and fled.

People's courage to go to death is often just a moment, after that kind of enthusiasm, what remains is the fear of death and nostalgia for life.

The fake monk didn't chase after him, turned around and pushed the carriage down the road, put on his shoes, squatted down, took out all the money from the two people who had been knocked unconscious by the straw sandals, stuffed them into his bag, and then pinched the two guys nose.

The breath was suffocated, and the two woke up slowly.

"The two benefactors are awake?" The fake monk said honestly to the two unlucky **** with straight eyes, "I have just befriended you, so I specially wake you up to tell you, thank you for your generosity. Can reach bliss early, Amitabha."

After speaking, he slapped him casually, and then knocked him unconscious again. Throw it in the roadside gutter.

He was carrying a bag, his figure fluttered, and he quickly caught up with the second car. He followed the same pattern and succeeded in "begging" gently and kindly.

Near the center of Liulijing, he caught up with the third car, but suddenly frowned.

…

The knight in yellow led his subordinates all the way forward.

The horses under his crotch are all fine horses. After chasing for a long time, he saw a row of carriages in front of him. The knight in yellow didn't make a move immediately, but took off the bow and arrow from his shoulder, pulled the bow, and released the arrow. The bow became a full moon, and the arrow tip pointed steadily. In front of the carriage, although the horse under his crotch is galloping fiercely, but his shoulders are flat and his waist is straight, his posture is like iron.

All the subordinates showed sincere admiration—everyone can bend the bow and shoot arrows, but they can still be so stable while galloping.

After chasing for a while, there was a big turn ahead, the carriage tilted naturally, the third carriage slanted to the side of the road, and the second carriage was exposed in sight.

"call out!"

The heavy arrow hit the air like a heavy fist, and in an instant black light rushed towards it like a thunderstorm, and there was a cracking sound, and a hole appeared behind the second carriage, and then there was a scream, the arrows kept going, and passed through Wagon, skimming the shaft, will load the fire