Stunning female slave, princess of troubled times

Arnold's heart was in a mess, the lead-colored clouds in the sky were getting denser and denser, and there was a slight damp breath in the wind. "Let's all go back to the house and rest!" She drank the tea in front of her in one gulp, tiredness appeared in her eyes.

Qianhe nodded quickly, and gave her a deep look, "I'll ask Hanshuang to cook some side dishes tonight, we two haven't eaten together for a long time."

A Nuo knew what she meant, so he nodded, "Okay, I'll wait for you in the room." Another gust of wind blew by, and a drizzle of rain fell. "It's raining, I'm going back to the house first." After saying that, she turned around and walked towards her room without looking back.

Qian He stared at the petite figure in a daze for a moment, "Han Shuang, come back to the house with me!"

Hanshuang hurriedly supported her and walked towards the flower building in front. Yu'er stood in the yard with an inexplicable expression on her face. What happened today? Why are the three of them acting weird?

On both sides of the royal road, the men in black were obviously lost to a large number of followers and later officers and soldiers.Although the kung fu of those officers and soldiers is relatively poor, the number of them is several times greater than their own.

Namuhan was restless, he wanted to capture the man in black and find the last messenger through him.Even if there is no messenger, let this person have a good taste of his power.If it wasn't for him, Arnold would have followed him back by now.Thinking of the woman with a huge red mark on half of her face, an inexplicable feeling of regret arose in his heart.

The drizzle fell like a huge piece of tulle, and the wind blew past, covering the entire Yanjing City in an instant.

The assassin swung his sword vigorously again, forcing Namuhan back. This time the assassination obviously failed.Those red eyes stared at Na Muhan, "Retreat."

Many people in black fell down, and the remaining dozen or so people heard the order and scattered and ran in different directions.The leading assassin flew up and directly jumped onto the roof of the tea house beside him.The figure moved quickly, passing by like a black shadow.Several ups and downs disappeared from everyone's sight.

Na Muhan looked angry, although he could go up to chase the enemy, but the opponent's martial arts are not weak, he may not be able to win the opponent if he fights to the death.Now, the only way to block Yanjing so that the opponent cannot leave the city is to find a way to surround it. "Give me an order to block the eleven gates, and no one is allowed to go out."

The panicked officials came out from behind the officers and soldiers at this time, quickly sorted out their embarrassment, and knelt on the ground tremblingly to plead guilty.

"My minister is guilty of allowing assassins to sneak into the city of Yanjing. I will do it right away and close the gate of the city immediately." The fat official who likes to flatter most felt his head was covered with sweat, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

The anger on Na Muhan's face faded slightly: "Then do it quickly." After finishing speaking, he strode towards the place where Anuo was just now, but there was clearly no one there, and all that was left was an oiled paper umbrella.Namuhan clenched his fists, fixed his eyes on the umbrella and said: "Chagan, help me find all the people in Yanjing City who have red birthmarks on their faces. I want to see them one by one."

Cha Gan stepped forward respectfully, and replied: "This subordinate will do it right away." Although he didn't quite understand what his master meant, he would still do what he said.However, is this person with a red birthmark in Yanjing City really the person the Lord wants to find?

The drizzle fell, the rain was like silk, like a curtain...

Na Muhan bent down, picked up the oil-paper umbrella, and pushed it lightly with his hand to open a picture of Xia He.Could this umbrella be hers?