North gate.

A curfew has been imposed.

The streets were deserted, not even a night watchman was to be seen.

As for the streets, there was not even a trace of light or shadow.

The only remaining light is the hazy moonlight.

“Oh…”

Hua Wujue and his convoy slowly stopped at the north city gate. The convoy was calm and there was no sign of nervousness at all.

There was a group of guards at the north gate, their bodies covered in armor, leaving only one eye exposed. They had drawn their swords and were on high alert.

Next to them, there were six ordinary gatekeepers who had been stabbed in the throat by a sword and were lying on the ground. They had been dead for a long time.

Even though they were already dead, they still held the purse tightly in their hands, as if they were trying to use the purse to find a way to survive.

"Get lost."

The person in the shadow pavilion who was in the lead spoke calmly.

The guards at the city gate remained silent, the only response being the swords in their hands.

The people in the shadow pavilion were not afraid at all, and it was even expected.

No unnecessary expressions or words.

With a slight kick in the air, he jumped off the horse, and the cold sword reflected their murderous and indifferent eyes.

There was not even a hint of shouting and killing.

There was only the sound of crackling, the collision of swords and iron, blood and flesh.

놇Under this cold night.

The moon became a witness to this battle without roars.

Until one side of the two sides died.

It's finally over.

…

Inside the carriage.

"What's going on outside..." Xiao Xue'er was a little nervous: "Someone is here to rob us!"

She was indeed very smart. At this moment, she took out a small dagger from her bag and waited patiently, listening to the movement outside.

As for Hua Wujue who was standing aside, he seemed much calmer.

Holding a book titled "Spring and Autumn Dream Record" in his hand, he read it slowly.

There was no panic or surprise in his eyes at the sound of metal clashing outside.

"Why are you still thinking about it?"

Hsiao Cher was so disappointed that she took the book and opened it.

"We must have been robbed by the royal family or the Xiao family."

"You are still thinking about this and not thinking about how to run!"

Although what Xiao Xueer said was a bit harsh, she really didn't mean to blame him. She just quickly organized her words:

"The situation is very tense now. You will follow my instructions. I will run and you will run. You must follow me closely!"

Xiao Xueer lifted a corner of the curtain and took a look, her face sank slightly.

Because she could see nothing except the dead bodies of the gatekeepers lying on the side.

The visual factor became extremely fatal at this moment.

She couldn't see how the battle was changing.

There was only the sound of tinkling and clanging.

So it's hard to make a decision about when to run.

"No need to be nervous." Hua Wujue was still very calm. He took a camellia cake wrapped in tin foil and slowly peeled it open.

"Alas." Xiao Xue'er was a little depressed, and sat down helplessly: "You are really optimistic. Don't you think that our whereabouts have been exposed. If the other party dares to rob and kill us, they must be fully confident."

Xiao Xueer had a sad face and took off the hairpin on her head, as if she remembered what she had said.

Now it’s good, I don’t want to die but I’m dead.

About life or death.

I can only leave it to fate.

"If they are from the Xiao family, why are you so nervous?" Hua Wujue raised his eyes slightly: "In the end, they probably just want to kill me."

However, Cherrie Hsiao smiled bitterly and shook her head:

"You think too much. Now that I've married you, I'm no longer a member of the Xiao family. They are a bunch of cold-blooded monsters. If I live, it will become a fatal flaw."

Hua Wujue seemed to be thinking about something, but 껩 said nothing. He just tasted the camellia cake while slowly taking the book back.

"You are really calm..."

Xiao Xueer had fallen silent, and looked at Hua Wujue without saying a word.

"Look at me."

"If we die soon, we might be the last people we see before we die."

“Heh…” Hua Wujue closed the book in his hand: “I don’t think so.”

The sound of clashing swords outside stopped.

There were footsteps, and 녊놇 was approaching slowly.

Xiao Xueer became nervous, took out a dagger, and leaned against the corner, seemingly waiting for an opportunity.

But she was bound to be disappointed.

"Young Lord."

It's someone from the Shadow Pavilion.

"Some insects are blocking the road."

"It has been cleaned up."

"I'm sorry to scare you."

The words are concise and to the point, and it seems that he is unwilling to say a single unnecessary word.

I'm afraid it's an instinct after long-term training.

After all, sometimes, concise and clear message delivery is the most important.

"Well, let's go."

Hua Wujue said lightly.

He had long been aware of the situation outside through the mysterious jade. Although he could not say that he knew everything, he could say that he had a rough idea of ​​it.

"yes."

The member of the influence cabinet clasped his fists, but before leaving, he glanced inconspicuously at Hsiao Cher, who was holding a dagger beside him.

"hiss…"

Xiao Xueer sucked in a breath of cold air, frightened by the pair of emotionless cold pupils, and the dagger in her hand fell to the ground.

But the person from Yingge didn't say anything and just walked out.

Then the convoy continued on its way.

When the Marquis of Zhennan was alone, Hua Wudao's convoy passed by.

The north city gate was empty, with no other living creatures.

All that was left was a cold corpse.

The bright red blood blossoms in this spring and summer, like plum blossoms, brilliant but fleeting.

I don't know how much time has passed.

Only then did a pair of people slowly come here.

A man dressed like a eunuch, holding a dust whisk in his hand, dismounted from his horse.

Turn these dead bodies over.

These corpses were armed to the teeth, their armor was all made of the finest black iron, but now they were like tofu, full of flaws.

The cold ground was littered with broken iron blocks.

Behind this father-in-law, there are about twenty to thirty riders.

Each of them is equipped with both horse and armor.

The cold nail plates gleamed slightly in the moonlight.

Just like the stars in the dome, flickering and dimming.

"Sir, shall we chase him out?"

An iron horse moved forward slightly, and a man with armor different from that of the other soldiers dismounted.

That's armor that only commanders can wear.

"If we chase him now, we should be able to catch up..."

The commander thought for a moment.

My father-in-law just closed his eyes for the deceased on the ground and then swept the dust.

Her eyes were slightly narrowed, and her narrow and elongated phoenix eyes seemed to penetrate through the empty north city gate and into the distant distance.

"No, we have more important things to do."

"Give them all a proper burial."

The eunuch got back on his horse. Although he was disabled, his figure was as straight as a pine tree, and he rode away...