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Chapter 356 Who is this (3000+)

Qiao Hui's expression showed that Jin couldn't understand it for a while. When he realized what he was doing, Qiao Hui was already striding forward, leaving behind a sentence: "You go back first, Jinluo Yinluo will accompany you, I will come back later."

When Xian Jin raised his head again, Qiao Hui had already jumped onto the eaves.

Xianjin was stunned.

Pirate Man? Neighborhood superhero?
Two unfamiliar mute guards came forward excitedly, making quick gestures - placing their middle fingers on their index fingers, standing close to their palms, waving them forward on the side of their heads, and finally touching the earrings.

Xianjin has watched Yawei do this set of sign language exercises many times.

Xianjin smiled amiably and asked: "Can you write?"

One of them, a tall Luo, nodded hurriedly - he was rushed to Beijing a few years ago and was blinded.

Xianjin took out his reed pen and wrote, "What did the gesture just now mean?"

Gao Luo grabbed the reed pen and wrote horizontally and vertically like chicken claws: "Yes, sister-in-law."

Sister-in-law?

Xian Jin suddenly wanted to get a big wave and a flaming red lip.
What a tense title.

Xianjin's mind suddenly flashed back to Liu Coral's very silky sign language performance two years ago.
At that time, Qiao Hui had just come back, right?

Xianjin's eyes flashed.

The feeling of being firmly chosen by someone turns out to be like being in a hazy warm water mist, warm and refreshing.

Qiao Hui leapt forward, facing the direction of the dusk setting sun, trying his best to chase the whereabouts of the black shadow in front of him.

Not knowing where he was going, Qiao Hui turned sideways and glanced at the towering city wall behind him: before he knew it, he had chased him out of the capital city.

The black shadow leaped past with a "whoosh" sound.

Qiao Hui immediately became angry and jumped to catch up.

He could see that the black shadow had reduced its strength, and there were obvious pauses between jumps.

Maybe I don’t have enough physical strength;

It's more likely that she was waiting for him on purpose.

Qiao Hui took a breath and immediately immersed himself in catching up.

Finally, he stopped in front of the side door of a large and quiet house.

The black shadow jumped into the house and disappeared into the darkness.

Qiao Hui breathed calmly, and as he stood with his back turned, he calmly looked at the place where he was. This was Qiuliu Lane in the northern suburbs, which is the closest to the capital city. Today, the sky is vast, and the darkness is slowly rising from all around. The capital city was dissolved at the end of last year. After the curfew was lifted, night markets gradually emerged, and the ghost markets hidden in the night gradually became brighter. Therefore, as the night rose, there were also boiling soup pots, lantern vendors, and hidden stalls with banned books in the night market. The cries of coming and going.

But this mansion, standing peacefully amidst the bustle, was somewhat desolate for no reason.

Qiao Hui looked up at the plaque.

The plaque was empty, not even a seal was left.

Qiao Hui lifted up his robe and stepped forward, lightly pressing the door knocker. His deep voice was particularly loud in the silence.

After a while, the door creaked open, allowing a person to barely pass through.

Qiao Hui glanced sideways at the rusty copper bolt on the door, turned his head and calmly walked in, bypassing the screen wall and walking through the long corridor. The vegetation under the corridor was neat, but under the wall there were overgrown grass, and no one could be seen around. Just a few lights under the eaves is better than nothing.

Qiao Hui lowered his eyes. In the hall not far away, there was only a single figure in front of the window.

Qiao Hui crossed the threshold of the hall without raising his head, lowered his hands and forehead, and said in a gentle voice: "Wei Chen has met King Xiao."

The figure in front of the window lattice moved.

In the midsummer of July, this person has a stooped figure, wearing a thin layer of cotton gauze, with a white face and a long beard, black hair mixed with white silk, mottled temple hair, a pair of narrow eyes, and a fleshless cheek, which causes a slight depression in the cheeks.

"Marquis Zhongwu." Qiao Hui spoke of Prince Xiao, speaking in an authentic Beijing accent, with the final sound always vague between the mouthpieces, giving him a carefree vibe.

Qiao Hui's head still hung slightly.

"Sit down." King Xiao raised his hand and walked to the center of the hall.

There were only two oil lamps in the hall, and the scattered chairs and stools reflected that there were not many guests visiting.

Xiao Wang let out a short chuckle: "Would you like to drink green bud? Mingqian tea newly sent by the Department of Internal Affairs."

Qiao Hui sat down with a calm face, his eyes not squinting: "It is a great honor for the prince to open the door and give me a sip of water."

King Xiao raised his hand, and an old woman came forward to pour tea.

The old woman's hands were unsteady and she spilled a lot of tea with a trembling voice. "I think you are pretty much the same as the rumors." King Xiao was out of breath when he spoke. His breath did not come out of his chest, but as if he had used all his strength to squeeze out from the narrow airway: "Young, tall, handsome, There are edges and corners, and a body of character.”

After Qiao Hui wiped away the spilled tea next to the tea cup, he raised his eyes and finally looked at Prince Xiao: "It is rare to find rumors in the market that eight out of ten are credible. A humble minister is a humble person, and the rumors spread by the prince do not dare to enter the eyes of the prince. "

King Xiao smiled and said, "I can still keep my composure. As soon as I came to the door, I asked about the whereabouts of my shadow guard."

Qiao Hui also laughed: "Wei Chen is so virtuous and capable, how dare you ask the prince? - It's just that the shadow guard's martial arts are better than that of Wei Chen. It's easy to get rid of Wei Chen. Wei Chen can follow closely, so it's also Shadow Guard who gets it." It’s just a matter of taking the initiative to expose it.”

King Xiao said: "He Xianjin, who are you?"

Qiao Hui raised his eyes and said, "Then I need to ask the prince, Xian Jin, who are you?"

King Xiao chuckled: "You just said you didn't dare to question me. Are you talking nonsense?"

The smile on Qiao Hui's lips was also there: "As Wei Chen said in the preface, rumors in the market are true and only two out of ten are true. Wei Chen is not a man of integrity - but a traitor."

King Xiao's smile faded slightly and he did not answer.

Silence and silence always complement each other, and what alternates with silence is unbearable persecution.

I don't know how long it took, King Xiao let out a deep breath, raised his eyelids, and looked at Qiao Hui with a look that was a little more inquisitive and interesting: "I thought Xian Jin treated you just as a playmate who took the time to relieve his fatigue, but after a while he looked at Qiao Hui. Sincerity, now that we have a confrontation, I can see that you are very sincere."

playmate?

What this man wants to say is a toy, right?
Qiao Hui was hit by an arrow in the chest and suffered a hidden injury. He sneered: "Xian Jin has always treated me sincerely. I wonder where the prince saw the term 'playmate'?"

King Xiao's smile gradually deepened.

okay.

He understood the relationship between these two things - this man had just looked like a calm, mature and talented young man with all his tricks. When he was aroused, he immediately wanted to put a brand around his neck to correct his reputation.

As long as this man loves her deeply and truly, does it matter what Xian Jin thinks? Even if Xian Jin wants to have fun, what does it matter? Anyway, it was this man who was more involved.
King Xiao relaxed slightly: "Okay."

After a pause: "Since I asked the shadow guards to wait for you to catch up, I know that people don't tell secrets. Let me ask you, can Xian Jin's 'mother' be called He Ainiang? When she arrived at the Chen family, Xian Jin was only five years old? Mother and daughter? The two of them didn’t have any household registration records, and they traveled all the way from north to south? How old is He Ainiang now, thirty-six or seven? "

Qiao Hui's eyes remained motionless, looking directly at King Xiao with a calm face.

King Xiao's body that had just relaxed slowly became tense again, his brows furrowed, he lowered his voice and said in a deep voice: "I am asking you a question!"

If there is a verdict on King Xiao's life, it should be: "The bones of a good man are reborn as precious, and the peaks of a purple camel are ninety-five. Human lives are despicable when there is a lot of fighting, and they are like water and dust."

King Xiao was the eldest son of the Empress Yuan. He was granted the title of Crown Prince at the age of one. He lived in the East Palace for twenty-two years. He ascended the throne as Emperor Wenjing at the age of twenty-three. He had a smooth journey and was extremely noble.

Having been in office for more than thirty years, the pressure of the noble and noble man was fully displayed, his sharp edge was revealed, and the rickety back of the decadent middle-aged man seemed to stretch a bit.

Qiao Hui was not afraid at all and looked back at her with blazing eyes: "You should directly ask Xian Jin about Xian Jin. If she is willing to tell the prince, she will naturally tell you everything; if she is not willing, you will never tell me about it in the mouth of the minister." Didn’t hear anything about showing gold.”

King Xiao laughed angrily, and his laughter gradually expanded from the restrained one at the beginning.

It was deafening in the mansion that was like an empty house.

King Xiao stretched out his arm and flicked it!
All the cups were smashed to the ground!

"How brave you are!" King Xiao said loudly, "If I were still in power, would you dare to respond in the same way?!"

Qiao Hui's eyebrows did not move at all: "You are the Jade Emperor in the sky and the Fengdu Emperor in the earth. But if anything involves gold, I will never betray her or say a word."

King Xiao glared angrily.

Qiao Hui responded calmly.

After a long while, Prince Xiao tightly squeezed the hand of the chair and stool, slowly released it, and looked at the floor with dark eyes: "If I dare to enter the city, do you think I don't want to see her?"

The voice was low and soft, not meant for Qiao Hui.

But Qiao Hui heard everything about martial arts practitioners.

"Go back." King Xiao leaned half-back, his figure unable to hide his dejection: "Go back. Watch her carefully. If she is put in danger again and what happened today happens again, no matter whether you are a loyal Marquis of Wu or a king with a different surname, let's see how I deal with it. you."

Qiao Hui did not hesitate, and immediately stood up and walked back. After taking two steps, he seemed to remember something and turned back to his side with a respectful attitude: "Wei Chen will arrange the arrangements beside Xian Jin, but I would like to advise you, in the future, Before Xianjin gives permission, it is best to take back the shadow guard - firstly, you need to trust Weichen's ability and will ensure Xianjin's safety; secondly, Xianjin has a tough personality and she won't like anyone outside of her control. Set up a secret defense and spy on her every move."

After saying that, he nodded and waited, as if King Xiao would not leave unless he nodded.

Xiao Wang:?
I only have three fucking Shadow Guards in total!
He didn't even want it, and all of them were sent in shifts to protect Xian Jinbao!

Who the hell are you threatening here! ?
But after King Xiao thought for a moment, his eyes moved: Judging from the information obtained in the past few days, what this young Marquis Zhongwu said is true. He has a strong ability to "show gold" and has great opinions. It can be heard that he has always She is a habitual one. This kind of girl doesn't like to be cared for like a dodder flower. On the contrary, if you break through this kind of girl's defense line without authorization, she will only be disgusted and afraid of you.
King Xiao didn't know what he thought of, but he felt a bit of sincere relief and joy in his heart.

But in just a moment, King Xiao regained his initial dejection and weakness, and said impatiently: "I understand, Shadow Guard. I will temporarily withdraw. You don't need to talk to Xian Jin about today's matter."

He has yet to wait for the best.

How could he deserve to see "Xian Jin" with his decadent and desolate appearance?
(End of this chapter)