"Your Highness?"

After a brief silence, the voices became louder.

"When did she come back?"

"How can I know this? There is no news?"

"She...is still alive."

Song Bang sighed, his hands trembling in his sleeves, unable to hide his fear and anxiety.

Ning Xiaoling was stunned for a while, and suddenly said, "Is it her?"

Ning Changjiu asked: "Who?"

Ning Xiaoling immediately explained: "It is said that in the palace, the one who only talks about His Highness knows that the person is not the prince or a prince, but... the adopted daughter of a queen."

Ning Changjiu became more and more confused: "Entered daughter?"

Ning Xiaoling nodded: "It is said that more than ten years ago, the late emperor returned from his personal expedition and met a fairy-like woman on the city tower. He took the woman back to the palace, forged a hall for her, and regarded it as the son of god. Around this woman, it is said that she was a little girl of four or five years old. Some people said that she was the illegitimate daughter of her and the emperor, and some people said that she was the orphan child she adopted, and was raised in the deep palace more than ten years ago..."

Ning Xiaoling's voice was lowered: "More than ten years ago, the hall had just been completed, but the emperor, who was originally a prime, suffered from serious illness and eventually died."

The noises around him were noisy. Ning Xiaoling looked around carefully while speaking, and was relieved that no one was paying attention.

Ning long figured out many joints: "It turns out that the empress died twenty days ago."

Ning Xiaoling widened her eyes and was stunned for a moment before she understood what he said.

There are many speculations among the people about the empress who has lived in the deep palace for a long time. Although many people say that she is a witch who harmed Zhao's country and the sudden death of the late emperor is bound to be related to her, who dares to really touch her for more than ten years?

Although this empress has never appeared, she has left many stories in Zhao State, such as flying swords in Qianyu Palace killing demons thousands of miles away, and the Canglong outside the sky comes to pay tribute to him...

In Zhao State, the empress is considered a legendary figure, no matter whether she is a god or a demon.

So she had never thought about that direction.

Ning Long woke up at this moment, and she suddenly realized, thinking that if she died, it was that Empress, how could that Highness let go as her daughter? And the people in this hall were all different in spirit, mostly fearful. I think the death of the Empress was inseparable from them.

No wonder I'm so scared...

Ning Changjiu said: "Even if that's the case, why are they afraid? Since they dare to kill that empress, why don't their daughters kill them together?"

Ning Xiaoling quickly pulled his sleeve and signaled him not to say anything.

Fortunately, no one paid attention to him, because there was a vague figure outside walking through the rain curtain, and the voice gradually became quiet.

Ning stood in the shadow behind the door for a long time and looked over.

The autumn rain is cold and the fallen trees are rustling. In the yard with a mixed green and yellow yard, the girl in a snow-white dress and a slender waist strap slowly walked up with an old red umbrella.

She walked across the stone steps and put the umbrella under the eaves. The girl held the umbrella and held the umbrella and held the sword. Water dripped from the sharp and thin umbrella head, and it was clearly heard.

She looked around the people in the hall and finally landed on Song Fang's body. The girl pursed her lips and smiled slightly:

"Everyone... are you okay?"

As the words were spoken, the clouds cracked, and a beam of sky light leaked, and it fell on her body through the vast autumn rain.

She was standing under the eaves at this moment, with half of her body light and half of her body shadow.

Then everyone reacted one by one, saluted one by one, and said respectfully to meet His Highness.

In fact, except for the day three years ago, few people have seen her again. When I saw her today, I realized that the wild girl who stood in front of His Highness Ganyu’s stairs three years ago has now grown into this way.

Ning Xiaoling stared at her in a daze for a while, quickly withdrew her gaze, lowered her head, and her heart was beating with a pounding moment.

Ning looked at her for a long time and was also slightly lost.

The girl is so beautiful, but her eyebrows are picturesque without applying makeup, while her plain clothes and white skirts are so exciting.

Ning looked at her for a long time, as if she was looking at a black and white ink flower, which was slender and bloomed on the cliffs, so everything lost its luster, leaving only pure black and white.

The girl met Ning Changjiu's gaze.

Ning looked at her calmly for a long time, but his eyes were not dodging or avoiding at all.

The autumn rain continued and the cold wind entered the hall. The officials still bowed and bowed their heads. The charred corpse in front of the statue was mixed with the unpleasant smell of decay and burning. In a strange quiet, their eyes met in this way.

Ning Changjiu felt that she was a little familiar with her, and she traced her memory, but she could never remember when she had seen her.

Perhaps it was just that the girl was so beautiful that it splashed ripples on his heart. Now he is the body of an ordinary person after all, so he naturally cannot escape the seven emotions and six desires of the world.

Ning Xiaoling looked at them uneasyly, plucked up the courage to take a step forward, and saluted: "See Your Highness, my senior brother and I come to subdue demons with our master. The master unfortunately died. The senior brother has been a little strange recently, so I hope your highness will not blame him."

Ning Changjiu came back to his senses a little, remembered the etiquette of these secular dynasties, and bowed a little clumsyly: "I've seen Your Highness."

The girl smiled slightly, and her cold voice was still a little childish: "Since I came to the palace to eliminate monsters or guests, I don't like these red tape at all, so how can I blame you?"

Ning Xiaoling retreated to Ning Changjiu's side and breathed a little relieved.

"Everyone sees me..." The girl narrowed her eyes slightly and laughed softly, "Why do she look so sad?"

Everyone came to their senses and quickly knelt down one after another, saying that they didn't dare.

The girl raised her hand and signaled them to get up: "I just said that I don't like these red tape."

Some people stood up, but found that others were still kneeling, so they knelt down again.

The girl's eyes slowly glanced around. She sighed, but her voice became colder: "You don't want to get up, but you have a ghost in your heart?"

Everyone's eyes secretly met, but no one answered.

Among these people, Song Bian had the largest official position, and the investigation of the Shigui was mainly investigated by him.

He sighed softly, got up first, looked at the girl with a white skirt swaying slightly in front of him and her ink hair draped over her shoulders, and said, "It is a good thing that your highness can come back safely, and we... are overjoyed."

"Oh……"

The girl smiled. Her lips were extremely bloody, thin and slightly raised. At this moment, she curled her eyebrows and eyes as if she was moving forward. She took two steps forward and seemed to walk out of the scroll and came among the crowd.

"Twenty days ago, the Iron Cavalry surrounded the palace and where was Lord Song, who had sworn to be loyal to his mother in front of the hall?"

Song Bian was sweating profusely: "That day...that day was too chaotic, and the city was filled with fire and blood. I don't know what to do."

"I don't know what to do?" The girl's face was gentle, but her expression became colder and more severe.

Song Fang closed his eyes and did not dare to answer.

The girl stared at him, and her tone suddenly showed her sharpness: "Encircling the palace, setting fire, killing people, and iron cavalry stepping on the palace... After so long, she became a saying that I don't know what to do? You are so... bold."

Song Fang said sadly: "This is the general situation, what can Song's weak power do?"

The girl looked at him coldly, and was silent, asking, "Why?"

Song Bian bowed deeply, then straightened his body little by little, looked into her eyes as much as possible, and said, "If the Empress did not stay in the deep palace for a long time, if she could look at the sufferings of the world and listen to the petitions of all people, why would all this happen?"

The girl said, "Mom always looks at Zhao State."

Song Bian said sadly: "But the people don't know, and I don't know either..."

The girl said, "Do you know, your mother doesn't care."

Song Fang stared at the girl's childish and beautiful face and asked, "What about your highness? Do your highness care?"

The girl did not answer, looked at him calmly, waiting for him to continue talking.

Song Fang sighed and his eyes became more and more firm: "The fate of Zhao State has declined to this point. Before, the army was defeated step by step. Later, Rong State was eyeing it and ceding its territory was infinity. Now the sign of destruction of the country has appeared. The country of Feng State has made such words again and again. Your Highness has lived in the deep palace for a long time. I wonder how much torment we have suffered every day and night! Now that things have come to this point, Song has hatred but no regrets, and only wants to die. I hope Your Highness can stop..."

"Stop?" The girl frowned and pointed to the charred corpse on the ground, and smiled and said, "Do you think they were killed by me?"

Song Fang lowered his head and said nothing.

The girl said calmly: "When will I return to the palace and where I was last night? It is not difficult to know with Lord Song's eyes and ears, right?"

Song Fang was silent for a while, nodded, and said in a deep voice: "I know... Your Highness knelt in front of Qianyu Hall last night."

This is something that many people know, but who else can the murderer be besides her? Is it really that illusory ghost? It’s just that she knelt in front of Qianyu Palace for a night, how can she kill people again?

The girl stopped talking and said bluntly: "Where is my mother's body?"

Song Fang replied: "I haven't found it."

"Hmm?" The girl raised her eyebrows gently.

Song Bang sighed, "But I'm sure that no one escaped from Qianyu Hall that day."

The fire cavalry bow and archery array, coupled with the attack of the god, could not escape.

The girl stopped talking and slowly raised her hand. Her slender and snow-white fingers poked out from her wide sleeves, looking increasingly slender.

The hands were placed on Song Bang's shoulder.

Song Bian was stiff all over, sweating all over but dared not move.

When everyone saw this scene, they couldn't help but remembered the petite little girl in front of Qianyu Palace three years ago, but her face was not changing.

Song Fang closed his eyes, and he had a desperate desire.

The girl just smiled, sorted out her clothes for him, and said with a smile: "Mr. Song, please cherish this hard-earned official uniform."

Song Bang was stunned. Before he could react, he had walked away from the gate of hell, and his body was still tense.

The girl stopped looking at him and looked at the rest of the people. She smiled and said, "I will be in the National Master's Mansion. If you have any questions, come and find it."
To be continued...