Chapter 312 Encounter with Dijiang

His fan can kill people, but few people can see it. Jiujiu is the first one.

Jiujiu did not answer, but dragged Xie Youxian down the mountain in a hurry.

Dong Buhan would not give up until he got the answer, and he kept asking Jiujiu questions all the way.

Jiujiu got on the carriage and continued on the road. He was still asking questions, and he always had a smiling face, as if he had endless enthusiasm.

It was not until a month later that the carriage arrived at the gate of the southern capital. When it was time to enter the city, the winter cold finally subsided.

Because Dong Bu Han suddenly disappeared.

I don’t know why.

This person appeared suddenly and disappeared suddenly.

Jiujiu clicked her tongue a few times and didn’t think much about it.

Inside the carriage, Nan Yuanxiang took out several human skin masks and put one on Zi Yu. She also found it novel and put one on herself.

These days, she has become very skilled in sticking human skin masks.

The human skin masks she and Zi Yu wore both fit perfectly, just like their real faces.

Moreover, she also wants Jiujiu to stick with her.

Because the human skin mask she put on and the one she was holding in her hand and was going to put on Jiujiu were the faces of twin sisters.

"Jiujiu, just stick to it!"

"Once we're attached, we'll be 80% similar. When people see us, everyone will say we're sisters."

"I want to be your sister."

Jiujiu: “…”

Pretty girl powerless.

Jiujiu didn't want to stick to it. She wanted to use her own face to enter the capital of the Southern Kingdom. She was still thinking about the scene when she met her brother Dijiang.

Although, Brother Dijiang is already the king of the Southern Kingdom, it is unlikely that she would meet Brother Dijiang on the street, but, what if?

What if she meets Brother Dijiang while he is on tour?

If she put on a mask, Brother Dijiang would definitely not recognize her.

She refused to post it.

But Nan Yuanxiang begged her to put on the mask, and finally, she couldn't bear Nan Yuanxiang's pleading and put on the human skin mask.

Jiujiu took a mirror and looked at herself. The new face was quite nice and fit well, but it was not her face after all. She felt something strange when she looked at it.

Nan Yuanxiang didn't find it strange. She still hugged Jiujiu's neck and asked Ziyu who was sitting opposite her with a smile, "Ziyu, look, do we look like twin sisters?"

Ziyu nodded repeatedly, "Similar, very similar."

"Others who see the two young ladies will certainly think they are sisters."

This was what Nan Yuanxiang wanted to hear. She was very happy to hear it and the smile remained on her face for a long time.

After the carriage entered the capital, it was time for dinner. Feng Yunyi found the best restaurant in the city and the group prepared to fill their stomachs first.

Jiujiu specifically requested a private room facing the street so that everyone could eat while looking at the scenery outside the window.

While waiting for the food to be served, Jiujiu lazily lay by the window, enjoying the warm spring breeze, and said comfortably, "It's so comfortable!"

Ziyu poured her a cup of tea, brought it forward, and said, "Miss, your mouth seems a little dry, would you like a cup of tea to moisten it?"

On the other side, Nan Yuanxiang and Feng Yunyi were talking. Feng Yunyi poked Nan Yuanxiang's face and said, "Your new face is quite pretty."

"It looks better than your original face."

"But I..." Before Feng Yunyi could finish the words "I like your original face more", Nan Yuanxiang chased him and beat him.

Jiujiu took a look and smiled, then took the tea that Ziyu handed to her and brought it to her mouth.

Just as she was about to drink, she saw a gorgeous carriage passing by on the street.

The person sitting in the carriage was none other than Di Jiang.

The carriage was not blocked on all sides, but was open on all sides so one could see the conditions outside, so Jiujiu could see it clearly.

It’s Brother Dijiang.

Brother Dijiang was dressed in black and sitting in a carriage, accompanied by many guards.

I haven't seen Brother Dijiang for four years. He has grown a lot taller and more imposing. He is no longer like when he was a hostage in Western Chu, and he was always shrouded in a depressing and gray aura.

Now he was a young king, full of vigor and vitality. However, the coldness between his eyebrows was the same as before. In fact, it was even worse than before.

Dijiang had just returned from worshipping at a temple outside the city and was escorted back to the palace by the imperial guards.

He had his eyes closed and was resting all the way, but when the carriage passed by Fumanlou, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked up at the building.

He saw a beautiful girl leaning against the window on the second floor. Like his Jiujiu, she was wearing a fiery red dress and exuded a warm and beautiful aura, just like the bright sunshine.

But he had no time to look at it any longer. After just one glance, he looked away.

No matter how much like Jiujiu it is, it is not his Jiujiu.

It was at this glance that Jiujiu's heart trembled for some reason, and the white porcelain cup in her hand suddenly loosened.

The white porcelain cup fell from her hands to the ground downstairs and broke into pieces.

The water in the cup also spilled.

Fortunately, no one was hit.

The tea did not spill onto the carriage where Dijiang was, but it was not far away from Dijiang's carriage.

When the guards around the carriage heard the sound of the cup breaking, they immediately drew their swords, looked around vigilantly, and shouted, "Protect the emperor, protect the emperor."

The carriage also stopped.

Di Jiang looked at the broken teacup with a cold face, then raised his head again and looked at the girl leaning against the window on the upper floor of Fuman Building.

Compared to before, his eyes at this moment showed a bit more murderousness and vigilance.

The leader of the Royal Guards beside the carriage, Ji Feng, also held a long sword in his hand and pointed at Jiu Jiu who was leaning against the window, and said, "Who are you? What do you want to do?"

"Are you trying to harm our Majesty?"

Emperor Jiang had experienced this kind of little accident many times since he ascended the throne, not just this time.

And every small accident developed into a fatal assassination.

So it’s no wonder that everyone is reacting so strongly right now.

I'm afraid of being assassinated again.

Jiujiu coughed twice and said, "Um, um, I accidentally slipped my hand."

"Your hand slipped? Really?" Ji Feng looked at Jiujiu with suspicion and angrily scolded Jiujiu, "You are no longer a child. How could you, a grown-up, not even be able to hold a cup steady and let it fall from the upstairs and break?"

"It was broken when our Majesty passed by."

“It’s really hard not to make people doubt your intentions.”

"You have bad intentions."

Ji Feng signaled with his eyes to the two guards beside him, asking them to go up, take Jiujiu down, and take him to the death row in Nan Guo for a thorough interrogation.

What exactly this person's purpose was and what he wanted to do became clear after he was put in death row and tried.

Behind the carriage, Wu Zhaoli also rode a horse and stepped forward a few steps. She said respectfully to Dijiang, "Your Majesty, this man dropped the cup for no reason. Firstly, he offended the majesty of heaven, and secondly, he may have bad intentions. Your Majesty must punish him severely and must not tolerate him."

"Your Majesty, the Saint of Mobei is right. This man must be severely punished to serve as a warning to others." Ji Feng also suggested.