In a quiet and dark alley, a beggar stared tremblingly in a certain direction, his muddy hands tightly covering his mouth, but he couldn't help but make a horrified sound in his throat.
His pupils contracted, his eyeballs dilated, and his whole body trembled.
“Hehe…”
Countless black spots passed over the shivering beggar.
On an altar somewhere in the imperial palace, Fu Qiyin, dressed in snow-white clothes and with long hair, frowned, her pale eyelashes drooped slightly, and her pupils were tinged with gray.
She raised her hand, tapped her thumb and index finger, and a circle of white light immediately faded from her body.
And thus spread throughout the entire palace.
The light faded, Fu Qiyin withdrew his hand and let it hang at his side, and his round eyebrows showed a hint of worry.
She turned around and took two steps, her figure disappearing in the center of the altar.
…
Xiao Xu rushed all the way to the west gate of the capital.
She didn't run fast. If she hadn't practiced the Flying Spirit Talisman and had no experience at all, she should have been flying at this moment.
"Ahhh...don't eat me!"
A ragged beggar ran out of the alley and bumped into Xiao Xu's body.
Xiao Yu was knocked so hard that he stumbled and nearly fell to the ground. After he finally managed to steady himself, the beggar, as if seeing a life-saving straw, grabbed Xiao Yu's skirt and shouted, "You must be the Imperial Master, please save me, save me..."
The beggar had disheveled hair, his face hidden by his long, smelly hair.
Because of excessive fear, the beggar's voice was filled with tears and he was on the verge of collapse.
Xiao He turned around and first looked at the beggar, then he pinched the talisman in his hand and stuck it on the beggar's head.
After the beggar put down the dress he was holding, Xiao Xu quickly ran into the alley and kicked out a black ball of flesh with many talismans stuck on it.
After stabilizing the meat ball, Xiao Hu clapped his hands, walked back to the beggar, squatted down, and extended a hand towards the beggar, with a few talismans in his palm.
"These are for you. It's very dangerous outside right now. If you have nowhere to go, you can stay in Qingxiu Mansion for now. It's safer there."
Xiao Yan didn't know that just because he spoke too much, in the next few days, the stage in front of the gate of Qingxiu Mansion was filled with beggars sleeping, and they couldn't be driven away. When asked why they stayed there, they would keep their mouths shut and refused to confess.
Xun Jian asked one by one, but no one answered honestly.
In the end, he had no choice but to go directly to visit the owner of Qingxiu Mansion, Shen Yanjin.
But Ana Shen was almost always outside from morning to night, so he might not be able to see her even if he wanted to.
Xun Jian gritted his teeth and went straight to the scene to find someone.
At the beginning, Xun Jian always missed Shen Yanjin perfectly. Three or four times was okay, but eight or nine times was strange.
Xun Jian was sure that the minor official named Shen Yanjin was clearly avoiding him!
Could it be that the Grand Master really knew him?
If you think about it more carefully, the Imperial Master might still be in his house.
After being scolded by the old emperor for more than ten days in a row, he was almost scolded like a dog. Every time he raised his self-esteem, he would throw it down hard.
Unable to find the imperial teacher, he suspected that the old emperor had demoted him to the frontier in anger to guard the territory.
Xun Jian blocked Shen Yanjin for five days before he saw him in person.
He also left a message specifically for Shen Yanjin, but did not find the figure of the National Master. Regretfully, his tone was filled with resentment: "Master Shen, you actually dislike me so much."
Shen Yanjin was checking evidence with a guard. When he heard Xun Jian talking, he said without even looking up, "Master Xun is joking."
His tone was full of indifference.
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