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Chapter 129 [The emperor sent his daughter to marry] (for subscription)
Ruoruo once again witnessed her elder brother disappearing out of thin air like smoke in front of her eyes, she was even more shocked.

She is also a seventh-rank martial artist with a high level, not the kind of ordinary person who doesn't even know the basics of martial arts, so it's inconceivable that she knows more about the supernatural means in front of her.

In the eyes of this little girl, Ruoruo, her brother is getting more and more mysterious and powerful.

Thinking of his older brother's vigilant and worried eyes about what he would do to him just now, Ruo Ruo suddenly smiled and felt a lot happier.

The physical pain has also disappeared a lot.

She rested in the house for a while, cleaned her room by the way, and put those books away.

In fact, these things can be done with the servants, but most of the time she does it by herself, after all, she can't rest assured.

There is an antique sandalwood box under her bed, which was bought by her brother when she was shopping with her when she was a child.

It contained all kinds of small gifts that her brother gave her when she was a child, all of which were well stored in it, and none of them were left behind.

Over the years, she has changed her room and address more than once, and she has always protected this antique sandalwood box the best.

Suddenly there was a crisp knock on the door, and Ruoruo closed the box and put it back under the bed to hide it, and said flatly:
"Come in."

It turned out that Xiaohuan, a servant girl from the mansion, brought her something in, and there was a porcelain bowl inside the plate in her hand, probably something like lotus seed porridge.

During these years in the mansion, that Mrs. Liu still staggered her everywhere at first, but after her brother suggested a lot of tricks in the letters, Ruoruo followed them one by one, and Mrs. Liu did not let her take over. to any cheap.

Occasionally, he can return with a small victory.

After that, Liu Shi no longer made things difficult for her, and the two sides got along with each other tacitly.

Therefore, when she occasionally cooks some delicious food, Liu doesn't mind asking her servant girl to bring some to her as a token of goodwill.

"Miss, this is the brown sugar water that the young master ordered me to make according to the recipe he gave, and I told you to drink it while it's hot."

The maid Xiaohuan brought it over and put it on the table, then turned to look at Ruoruo who was making the bed and said.

Hearing this, Ruoruo froze in place for an instant, and after a blush flashed across her cheeks that no one noticed, she showed a knowing and warm smile.

At this time, in a small mountain village a hundred miles away from the capital, Cheng Jushu, an eighth-rank master of the Northern Qi Dynasty, had many uninvited guests come to his hiding place today.

Cheng Jushu is [-] meters tall, born with supernatural power, infinite strength, and he is practicing martial arts of invulnerability to swords and guns.

The village where he lives is relatively remote, but there are only three families.

It is said to be a village, but it is actually just the secluded settlement of three hunters.

His purpose of lurking here is to support the person who is far away in the capital, and to ensure that the final retreat is unimpeded for her.

Except for the special Northern Qi spy token, he doesn't have to obey anyone.

Came to this remote place in the mountains of Qingguo to live in seclusion, and stayed for five years.
It's been so long that he has almost forgotten that he is ugly and easily disgusted by others.

Here, the three hunters treat him very well, and will not treat him as a monster because of his ugly and terrifying appearance.

Occasionally, the children in his own family played with him, and the adults didn't say such hurtful words as not to approach the monster.

Cheng Jushu has really fallen in love with this place now, if possible, he will live with these people for the rest of his life in this mountain forest without any hustle and bustle and disputes.

However, just this morning, as the first ray of dawn in the sky spilled into the mountains and forests through the leaves, a group of men in black quietly came to this isolated place.

The three hunters, Xiaoquan, had all died at the hands of these people. When Cheng Jushu saw the tragic and desperate scene, he became mad and ran away immediately.

A total of sixteen men in black, all dressed in the same color, and all with long swords, formed an extremely powerful formation that had never been seen before.

Although Cheng Jushu was in the eighth-rank realm and had the blessing of natural divine power, he was outnumbered after all, and his true energy was consumed little by little, and he was finally captured and taken away alive.

They were imprisoned in an iron cage the size of two carriages, and bound one after another with iron chains.

Looking out from the vent hole in the black coffin-like iron cage, Cheng Jushu saw that he was getting farther and farther away from the village, and the bloody smell of the children who played and laughed with him in the past was getting weaker and weaker.

He secretly vowed in his heart that he must cut off all the heads of these people to pay homage to the spirits of those children in heaven.

However, now that he is under the control of others, even though there are thousands of anger in his heart, there is no way to vent it, nowhere to vent it.

Half an hour after the horse-drawn carriage carrying the heavy iron chains gradually went away, a tall and thin man wearing a long leather coat came from the mountain village.

Seeing the traces of fierce fighting in front of him and the tragic scene of no survivors, the tall and thin man in a black leather coat sighed, collected all the corpses in one place, picked up hay and cremated them.

He was still one step late after all.

These 16 people are definitely not simple, and they must have a lot of background.

Judging from the direction they left, it should be the capital city.

Just happened to be on the way with myself.

Instead, you can find out the origin and purpose of these people by the way, and then report to the person you are loyal to.

After leaving the mountain village and walking forward for a certain distance, he suddenly pulled out a pistol from his waist and fired a shot into the grass not far away.

Stepping forward, he saw a fat and soft bone rabbit.

Burn fire, disembowel.

Yan Shuangying glanced in the direction of the capital, reckoning that it would take another day to reach this distance.

Looking at the soft-bone rabbit roasted on the bonfire until it was golden brown and dripping with oil, he seemed to suddenly think of what to buy, and said to himself with a smile:
"Fan Zui? Who came up with this name? Why does it sound so interesting? Anyone who dares to use this name must not be an ordinary person."

same day.

Outside Kyoto, a convoy of three vehicles carrying unknown goods came towards the capital.

The people who delivered the goods were all dressed in strange clothes. At first glance, it was obvious that they were very different from the residents of Qing Kingdom.

Caravans of Gentiles coming to offer gifts?
The convoy hadn't arrived in Kyoto yet, but the news had already reached the Inspection Institute, and then to Emperor Qing.

Royal study.

It was rare for Emperor Qing not to sharpen his arrows all day today, but to look at the memorial that had just been delivered in his hand.

Below stood Guo Youzhi, Minister of the Ministry of Rites, Fan Jian, Minister of the Ministry of Households, who temporarily assumed all the powers of the Ministry of Households, and Minister of the Ministry of War, whose name was unknown for a long time.

And then Prime Minister Lin Ruofu.

Of the six ministers of the imperial court, three came here at once.

If it was not a major event, they would not have summoned all of them to the Imperial Study Room.

Emperor Qing closed the memorial in his hand, threw it aside, glanced at several people, and said calmly:
"Half a month ago, Han Xin, the commander of the Raksha Temple, led a fleet of 30 troops to conquer Sun Island. The Sun Emperor asked us for help in a letter. The mission came to Beijing soon, and brought the Emperor's daughter as a gift to make peace with the Qing Kingdom. I don’t know what you think about this matter, you can speak freely.”

(End of this chapter)