"If you want to follow the measurement, the measurement depends on the greater the consciousness. Therefore, if you want to be rich in virtue, you must not spread the value. If you want to spread the value, you must not spread the consciousness..."

The wind is like a rage to pull out mountains, and the water is like a river of heaven and earth.

In the dark palace, only a few candlelights swayed in the majestic Sutra Pavilion.

The sound of reading aloud stops.

Jiang Zirou put down the ancient book in her hand, picked up the long knife placed on the desk and walked out slowly.

At the gate.

A little eunuch in a gray robe was listening intently.

It was not until Jiang Zirou walked to him that the eunuch woke up.

He hurriedly bowed to Jiang Zirou.

"I've seen the princess."

“No need to be polite.”

He is about the same age as Jiang Zirou, with a good facial features and a fair appearance. If he hadn't been cleaned up, he would have called him handsome.

The little eunuch is called Jiang Cheng, who was arranged by Emperor Heng to take care of Jiang Zirou in the Sutra Library half a year ago.

Originally, there were two little eunuchs in the Sutra Pavilion.

However, another eunuch left without saying goodbye a few days ago and ran away.

Jiang Zirou picked up an oil-paper umbrella from the shelf next to the gate and saw the little eunuch standing here alone.

Then he asked curiously.

"The rebels have come outside the city. In the past few days, many eunuchs and palace maids have left. Why don't you leave?"

"Emperor Heng treats his slaves well. Although I am a eunuch, I cannot lose my backbone."

"good!"

Jiang Zirou nodded.

"How is the princess going on this trip?"

Jiang Cheng asked curiously.

He knew that Jiang Zirou was the daughter of the late emperor and the veritable eldest princess of Daxia. He also knew that Jiang Zirou was knowledgeable, smart and handsome, and was deeply loved by the current emperor. However, Jiang Zirou, who was holding a long sword and murderous intent, was the only one he had seen in the past six months.

He opened the oil-paper umbrella and held the Daxia dragon bird in his other hand. Jiang Zirou slowly walked into the deep rain curtain.

The girl's white and slender figure sank into the darkness.

When Jiang Cheng was about to see her, the little eunuch was shocked and shivered.

He ran into the rain.

But Jiang Zirou could not be found, only a misty sound echoed in the empty courtyard in front of the Sutra Pavilion.

"This is going to quell the chaos."

...

Imperial City.

The wind and rain are like a waterfall, but there are still many pedestrians on the road.

The vendor's shelves, broken carriages, and incomplete bodies were placed across the wide bluestone road on the main road.

The cry of the children, the screams of the women, the roar of the soldiers, and the ubiquitous rainstorm were everywhere.

Jiang Zirou was wearing white clothes, spotless.

He gently stepped on the rainy road and passed by the refugees around him who were rushing to escape.

"Girl... You're deadly. There are rebels everywhere outside the South Gate. Run towards the North Gate and the East Gate. If you run faster, you might have a way out."

Someone shouted in panic.

In the blink of an eye, he disappeared into the abortion and disappeared.

...

South Gate.

In a chaotic shop, Jiang Zirou put down the umbrella in her hand.

Take out a hat from the shelves on both sides and put it on your head. Looking around, Jiang Zirou picked up a green-faced and fanged evil ghost mask from another shelf and put it on her face.

at this time.

A crisp sound of swords came from Jiang Zirou's hands.

Echoing in the empty shops.

"Okay, don't worry, what I promised you will do naturally."

Jiang Zirou used light force on her palm.

The vibration from the Great Xia Dragon Bird gradually subsided.

...

Outside the South Gate City.

The endless barracks, with flags like seas, swords like forests, and a piece of evil spirit soared into the sky.

In the center of the camp, inside the largest tent.

More than a dozen people were gathering together, drinking and having fun, and eating large pieces of meat. Even though the wind and rain were dull at this moment, it did not affect the interest of these people in seeking pleasure.

"Hehe, Lao Si, you said that after we killed that bastard Jiang Heng this time, who will take the throne?"

More than a dozen people were having fun.

A fat guy who was as fat as a pig, covered in flesh squinting his eyes and spoke.

The originally harmonious atmosphere suddenly suffocated.

"Why are you talking about this now? Do you really think we will win this time, instead of Jiang Heng taking off our heads and hanging them on the city wall?"

The fourth prince is quite tall, but his appearance is very vicissitudes.

"What are you kidding? We have an army of 300,000. People in the imperial city are now in panic, only 100,000 imperial guards. In addition, the masters and powerful masters of the five major martial arts holy places and a large number of martial arts masters come to help. If Jiang Heng can do this in seconds, I, Jiang Wei, take the job and swallow this table!"

The one who spoke was a prince with a short figure, stingy eyes and a rather ugly appearance.

His tone was very exaggerated. After saying a word, a burst of laughter suddenly came from the tent, and the air was filled with the smell of joy.

"Xiao Qi said it right. Although we are sure to win, we cannot take it lightly. You must know that Jiang Heng still has the help of the Daxia Academy at this moment. The walls of the Daxia imperial capital also have the formation passed down by our ancestors. It is extremely powerful, so you must be careful in everything."

The gray-haired eldest prince smiled and spoke.

The other princes stopped talking. The eldest prince's mother was the legitimate daughter of the Zhao family in the martial arts, and he himself was one of the core disciples of Taixuan Sect.

Among the five holy places we came to at this moment, two of them had a deep relationship with him.

"The eldest prince is right, but this city wall does not have to be broken. Although this city wall can protect hundreds of thousands of troops, it cannot protect those powerful martial arts masters. As long as a few martial arts masters go together, judging from the current situation in the palace, it is still easy to take off the little emperor's head."

Wang Cijiu, the chief minister of the cabinet who rebeled and surrendered to the enemy, pinched his slender beard and smiled relaxedly.

"Well, the operation was so smooth, thanks to Mr. Wang's strong help. As I said, no matter who we have sat on the throne, we will definitely do what we promised to Mr.

The eldest prince patted his chest and promised.

"...If the old emperor stopped, this matter would naturally be unprovoked, but if he was still alive, it would be difficult for us to return intact."

An old Taoist priest from Taixuan Sect frowned and hesitated.

"You don't have to worry about this matter. I can tell you exactly that the old prince is dead."

The elder of Dead Man Lake, the slim old man like a skeleton, was named Rakshasa. He had not taken action for more than 30 years, but he was still a nightmare for many people in the world.

"I'm worried about another thing..."

"What's the matter?"

Everyone asked curiously.

But at this moment.

With a "swish", the thick curtain of the tent was lifted open.

…………
Chapter completed!