Yan Guang, who was running, felt very happy.

Just like the one who sang, running with the wind is the direction, chasing the power of dreams and lightning.

(Sorry, I went to the wrong set.

)As the light wave of Qiu Ping's arm, a sudden and sudden sound of chuckling made Yan Guang, who was freely released, feel a chill in his heart.

This sound is so familiar, it is a signal to shoot an arrow.

The so-called fear of not being afraid of spears is just being afraid of being a strong man.

Armour refers to bows and arrows.

Especially on this dark night, I can’t see anything clearly.

Only passively get beaten.

"Run quickly."

Hu Ping was also like a fertilized rabbit, and his body leaped towards the city wall.

Over there, hundreds of eagle feather arrows shot out.

An arrow, impartial and hit Hu Ping's thigh.

"Oh," the boy screamed in pain, and fell to the ground with a gurgle.

Before the wave of arrows was finished, Yang Zhao waved his hand anxiously, "Sui Li, go."

A black shadow swept over the city wall like lightning.

Qiu Ping, who was beside him, looked at him and nodded repeatedly, "No, not bad, I didn't expect that Yang Zhao would have such excellent light skills."

On the city wall, the first black shadow, when he heard the sound of the clapper, knew that something was wrong, turned around and grabbed the rope and slipped down.

I felt something flashing in front of me, and then a cold light flashed by.

not good.

The boy's head shrank and it was too late to hide.

A gush, a stream of blood gushed out.

Gululu, this kid's head, get out of the way.

Sui Li walked forward, picked up his head from the ground, and walked to the edge of the city wall.

The long sword in his hand swung out again, and several hemp ropes tied were cut off.

It can be seen that not far from the city, outside the moat, there were many black shadows moving.

Sui Li put his strength into his mind and threw his head down.

With a whoosh, my head fell into the figure.

Then he shouted, "Don't wait, your accomplices have been captured by my defenders."

Outside the city, there were a group of black shadows. Someone came forward to pick up his head and then retreated like a tide.

Yan Guang and others looked at Hu Ping helplessly as they looked at the soldiers who were swarming in.

"Didn't it mean that you can go from here and be foolproof?"

Hu Ping lowered his head in shame.

Not far away, two black shadows looked at each other, "Silly Hu Ping."

"Let's go, report to the Marquis."

Yang Zhao walked up and took a torch and took a picture, making him happy.

"Hu Ping, you really don't repent. You just put you back a few days ago and went to Hongcheng to make trouble again."

Hu Ping covered the arrow wound on his leg, and his words were so painful that he couldn't speak smoothly.

"Yang Zhao, don't be too proud too early. Hongcheng belongs to the Marquis sooner or later."

"Hahaha," Yang Zhao laughed to the sky, "Even if it's Yi Chu's, you won't see that day."

After saying that, he waved his hand and said, "Take it all away."

The next morning, on Hongcheng Street, there were creaking and sounds of wheels.

Thirty-two carriages lined up in a row.

Starting from the gate of the palace, walk slowly along the street.

In front of him, soldiers ring the gong and set off the road.

While knocking, the thief shouting loudly that the setting fire has been caught by the king. Come out and see.

Soon, the road was filled with onlookers.

Someone suddenly shouted loudly, "I burned my ancestral home and I will beat you to death."

As he spoke, a large piece of black stuff was thrown out.

When some people started, there were naturally people following them. Soon, the onlookers called out all the things they could throw and smash in their hands.

After only one mile of walking, Hu Ping, Yan Guang and others were smashed to pieces and were in a mess.

"Oh, I have been traveling around the country for so many years, but I didn't expect to end up in Hongcheng."

Yan Guang sighed and closed his eyes helplessly.

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Chang'an City.

It's noon at sunset.

Qingzhu brought a few nuns and changed into ordinary people's clothes and appeared at the gate of Dongshi.

She spread a piece of paper in her hand, looked around, pointed to the distance and said, "The grain store over there is a distant relative of Haitang. Come and take a look later.

There is also the salt number over there, so go and take a look.”

A few nuns around him went back and returned, and their heads shook like rattles.

"Oh, let's go, go to the next place."

Qingzhu sighed in disappointment.

Turning around and leaving.

But he didn't notice that Wang Hui was drinking mutton soup at the door next to the mutton soup stall.

Seeing Qingzhu leave, Wang Hui thought for a moment and hurriedly called someone beside him, hurry up, come with me.

This heel took a day to heel. Qingzhu and others turned dark, then they ate something and returned to the inn.

Wang Hui left his companions to squat and hurried back to report to Zhou Gui.

"Brother Zhou, the host we met at Linglong Mountain Huoyun Temple a few days ago, I visited Chang'an City for a day today."

What's so strange about bhikkhun shopping?

Zhou Gui gave Wang Hui a cold look.

"What's so strange about going shopping in Chang'an City? It's almost the Chinese New Year, probably I'm here to buy some items."

"No, brother, they seemed to be looking for something. I saw that I was holding a piece of paper in my hand and turned from the gate of Dongshi to the west gate."

"Look for something?"

Zhou Gui was stunned.

"This is interesting. I will send more staff tomorrow and keep an eye on me and see what they are doing."

The Chinese New Year is coming soon.

Princess Zhaoning seemed quite excited.

I kept my fingers every day and figured out how many days there were.

From time to time, I looked up and asked, "Baozhu, how many days will the New Year be there."

Baozhu responded with a smile, "Princess, you have asked more than ten times, and there are still ten days left."

Cuizhu smiled and said, "After the New Year, the princess is about to get married, of course she is anxious.

I'm afraid Mr. Shen is even more anxious.

I wish I could marry the princess now.”
To be continued...