The little Jiaojiao in the general's arms is a master of metaphysics

Chapter 234 Sir, please come in

Jiang Yingxiu looked at the knife in his hand and raised his hand in fear, "Sir, he still likes to joke as before."

After speaking, he immediately winked at the guard next to him, signaling him to grab the knife.

The old man turned his eyes and glanced at the group of guards, "You don't really think they can cure me, do you?"

When he came back this time, it was the guards around Zhao Heng who reluctantly followed him.

Just these few are ordinary guards, want to catch him too?
"Naturally," Jiang Yingxiu said with a smile, "Sir, martial arts are world-class, so these few guards can't catch you, so the emperor specially asked our family to prepare more."

Nine Songs: "?"

He followed Jiang Yingxiu's gaze and saw a black mass of Zhao Heng's personal guards that could not be seen at a glance.

He held up the shining dagger, glared, and cursed, "If you bully your master and destroy your ancestors, you will be written down in the history books and be reviled by future generations!"

Jiang Yingxiu smiled and said, "Indeed, but the emperor has always respected his teachers, otherwise he wouldn't have been looking for Mr. for so many years, and invited him into the palace again."

Jiuqu: "Huh?"

He was so respectful of his teachers that even the man who had been his husband could not help but be moved to tears.

Jiang Yingxiu brought Jiuqu up the steps and said with a slight smile, "Sir, please come inside."

Jiuqu stood in front of the hall and looked down at the smooth and bright stone slabs on the ground, which could clearly reflect his gray hair and tattered clothes.

Tut tut, really out of place.

I remember that when he walked out of here, he looked like a dog with a purple robe and gold belt. Now when he comes back, he looks like a beggar.

Outrageous.

Jiuqu took a step forward and was about to go inside when he saw Jiang Yingxiu next to him leaning down slightly, smiled and took away the dagger in his hand, "Don't bring this gentleman in."

Jiuqu let go of his hand and nodded, it's okay, it doesn't matter if you don't stab him to death, it's the same if you strangle him to death with bare hands.

He walked into Zhao Heng's palace, and as soon as he turned a corner, he saw a large group of guards dressed in black.

Nine Songs: "?"

Inside, a man in a golden dragon robe came out and said with a smile, "Sir is back."

"You've eaten now, do you want some breakfast?"

Jiu Qu glanced at him and was shocked to realize that Zhao Heng had changed a lot. A man in his thirties or forties actually looked less energetic than he in his eighties. The two black lumps under his eyes looked like they had been beaten. , almost hanging up.

Jiu Qu had mixed feelings in his heart, but he still found a place to sit down casually. Without being polite to Zhao Heng, he raised his eyes and glanced at the group of personal guards and said, "This huge black area will not be like this." Bar?"

Zhao Heng hadn't seen him for many years. Seeing that his hair was all white, he seemed a bit unacceptable. He was taken aback and said, "Mr. hates me in my heart, so I naturally have to be on guard."

Jiuqu's clothes were tattered, his face was full of wrinkles, he looked much older than before, the wrinkles on his face were crowded together, and he said sarcastically, "Oh, the emperor is too worried, you are no one's fault. A wolf-hearted dog like you?"

"Old man, I have lived for so many years, and I have a big bearing. How could I have been the emperor for so many years, sir, how could I have the heart to kill you! These knives and guns are not good in the palace, let them out quickly Bar."

Zhao Heng looked at his face, and said with a gloomy face, "Sir, I advise you not to be ignorant of good and evil."

"Otherwise, the fate of Junior Sister is hard to say."

(End of this chapter)