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Hall of the Heart, the Emperor's Bedroom.

Zhao Wujiang had a lot of thoughts in his mind.

Who is the blue-shirt servant? The sword that stabbed me at the city gate obviously did not do his best. He is so young now?

He attacked me as soon as he met. Is he a subordinate of the faceless man? A member of Qianlong Sect?

The King of Xiaoyao and Qianlong Sect are basically sure that they have an affair. What position does Xiaoyao hold in the Qianlong Sect?

What is the relationship between the leader, elder, King Xiaoyao and the faceless man?

Zhao Wujiang kept rubbing his fingers, and his eyes lit up slightly. Since the Minister of Revenue is the subordinate of King Xiaoyao, then the Minister of Revenue should have some information, right?

Go to the trial... Zhao Wujiang knocked the secret code on the table, and called Jia Ersan to go to the Ministry of Justice with him.

......

Kyoto, northwest of the city.

The house of Xiaoyao King’s death.

study.

There were two guardians kneeling in front of King Xiaoyao, one was Anping wearing a blue shirt, and the other was Joy of red clothes.

Xile just rushed back to Kyoto and brought back a lot of news to report.

Anping's head was buried very low. He failed to intercept Zhao Wujiang today, which made him feel ashamed of the Lord's guidance. He was worried that the Lord would be angry because of this.

"Master, the news is conveyed by the southern Xinjiang. Three days ago, the southern border of Daxia and the southern Xinjiang had a fierce conflict and wars." Xile knelt on one knee, and she looked at Anping who was kneeling on both knees, not knowing what had happened.

, She said:

"The general Xiao Yuanshan of Zhennan changed his normalcy and led dozens of confidants to go straight to the southern border, breaking through three villages in the southern border, and was stopped by the elders.

The Saint is also injured in this battle..."

The King of Xiaoyao, who was originally calm and gentle, held a book in his hand, immediately frowned:

"Can you be cured?"

"After treatment, the saint was not seriously injured..." Xile lowered her eyebrows and nodded with a respectful voice.

"Xiao Yuanshan...I should have killed you at the beginning!" King Xiaoyao's eyes were deep, as if they were in love with time.

He recalled the first meeting with the saint of southern Xinjiang in the southern part of Great Xia many years ago. The wind moved, the clouds shook, and the light boat floated across thousands of mountains.

The two were obviously hostile, but for some reason they looked at each other and smiled.

Then we met each other in just a few days and fell in love with each other.

After separation, I never forget it until the emperor proposed to attack southern Xinjiang and expand the territory...

The past is as vivid as yesterday, and the eyes of Xiaoyao King flashed slightly, and he said in a deep voice:

"I'll go to the palace..."

"Yes!" Anping and Xile bowed.

......

Two cups of tea, King Xiaoyao stood in front of the towering city gate, and the guards hurriedly bowed to salute him.

He carried his hands on his back, looked up at the height of the place, and looked a little moved. He had not stepped into the palace for many years.

The imperial guards opened the city gate for him, and he stepped onto the palace road step by step and walked into the palace.

The King of Xiaoyao entered the palace this time to ask the empress for an imperial edict and an imperial edict from the saint in southern Xinjiang as the princess. He wanted to ask for an orthodox identity for the saint!

He will no longer ask the emperor for this imperial edict as he did five years ago. This time, he will ask for it, not ask for it, not ask for it, but ask for it!

......

Anping had arrived at the Shangshu Province. He held the token given by the prince and came to the dungeon of the Ministry of Justice without any obstacles.

He walked down the deep steps step by step and stepped into the dungeon.

In the dungeon, there are two or three prisoners who are imprisoned.

Perhaps not all of these serious crimes are those who have committed crimes that are extremely serious and have committed countless crimes, but they must be people with considerable official ranks.

Zhang Tuizhi, the Minister of Revenue, was in the innermost prison cells. He was a third-rank official in the court, and he was a higher official than him. There were not many people in Daxia today.

Anping walked into the innermost prison step by step. It was dark and damp, and there was no sunshine. Only a few small holes were opened from the high place, and there was not much light coming in.

He walked to Zhang Tuizhi's cell and said lightly:

"Zhang Tuizhi..."

The Minister of Revenue Zhang Tuizhi was lying on the hay in the prison cell. When he heard someone calling his name, he looked up dejectedly, thinking that it was the emperor's person who came to interrogate him.

When he saw An Ping, who looked ordinary in blue clothes, he suddenly rolled up and hurriedly walked to the prison, grabbed the prison door with both hands, looked around quickly with the light, and confirmed that there was no one else.

Afterwards, he said excitedly:

"An Guardian, are you here to save me?"

"I'll take you away..." An Ping said lightly, with murderous intent spreading in his eyes.

"That's great. Thank you Lord, thank you Master An and Dharma Protector." The Minister of Revenue was very happy when he heard this. Although he suspected that Lord would give up on him, he did not expect that Lord would send someone to take him away in person.

As long as he leaves this place, he will make a comeback and naturally has another world to do.

An Ping shook his head slowly: "You're welcome."

He grabbed the Minister of Revenue by the neck and lifted it off the ground, and his five fingers formed claws and exerted force suddenly.

The Minister of Revenue's face turned red and his veins were covered with blue veins. His eyes were bloodshot and his eyes were incredible.

He kept kicking his feet, and his hands tried hard to spread An Ping's big hand for his life, but he couldn't do it at all. As his face gradually surged up, a hint of purple, and saliva in his mouth slowly flowed out.

"Well..."

He finally made a hoarse and small begging for mercy, which was also his last sound in this world.
Chapter completed!