058 Does this palace look like a stepping stone?

Style: Historical Author: Sugar and wineWords: 2206Update Time: 24/01/11 06:51:21
Feng Xi didn't understand. She was bound to be killed when walking in the apocalypse, and she had to hide her abilities whenever she had them. How could Qi Xiao become the gospel that strengthened trust and allowed them to embark on the same boat?

At first, she also thought about whether Qi Xiao wanted to control her ability by controlling her, so as to achieve the purpose of using this technique for him.

As a result, the other party not only didn't ask much about her abilities, but also reminded her that storing things was against nature, and asked her to use them as little as possible, for fear that using too much would shorten her life.

At the same time, he helped her in front of the secret guards, always asking her to take out things in advance, and then pretending that she went out with him to find food and successfully picked it up.

Therefore, in just a few days, she was lucky enough to be exposed, and the persona of having meat to eat after her had taken root in the hearts of the secret guards.

In Qi Xiao's words, this is the auspiciousness in the snow, and the princess must have great luck.

Otherwise, why would a real dragon emperor like the Emperor insist on her coming to the North to provide disaster relief?

Feng Xi: "?"

I really believed your lies!

In short, Qi Xiao was helping her fool her men while leading them to loot various cottages.

The big ones in the village tried their best to put medicine in the food, killing those who had lives in their hands, and rescuing those who had no lives in their hands, and helping the tyrants to bind and sell them.

If the village was small, they would go directly to the village. A dozen people would surround a group of people and chop off their heads like watermelons.

For a moment, the bandits who were looted didn't know whether they were bandits or whether this group of people was bandits.

Of course, they are only responsible for attacking. Mu Tian will arrange people to carry out other tasks such as collecting food and nuggets.

During this period, a small group of people did come to Hanyuguan, but they were not here to help, but just to show off.

Because Qi Xiao and others don't need help at all.

After working like this day and night, with occasional breaks, their group finally occupied the last stronghold and killed those who deserved to be killed. There were still more than a hundred prisoners in front of them.

"Princess, this is also a private soldier's village, but the training time is too short, and it is not very successful."

As the leader of the Eighteen Shadow Guards, Ying Yi would always take Feng Xi as the main one in front of gangsters or prisoners.

Qi Xiao just stood beside Feng Xi quietly, acting like a good-for-nothing consort.

It was as if it was not him who easily made people copycats, but Feng Xi who "keep a low profile".

No, the private soldiers looked at Feng Xi with a little flinch, as if she was some kind of savage beast...

A certain scourge had to sigh with emotion:

"Private soldiers are good. They are all strong and strong. They can be sold for a lot of money this time!"

Private soldiers: "..."

They've heard of people being killed on the spot, people being punished with corvee labor, and people being tortured to extract confessions...

This is the first time I heard that these people are going to be sold.

Although they, the lower-level soldiers, don’t know anything...

And just when the private soldiers sighed and began to pray that they would be sold to a good place, Ying Er over there came out of the cave with another group of people.

Different from these private soldiers, most of the people who came out of the cave were women, or some men whose temperament was obviously different from that of the private soldiers.

They were either kidnapped up the mountain by private soldiers, or they broke through this place by chance and were directly detained here by the people on the mountain.

In short, they are all poor people, and Feng Xi and others are not uncommon these days.

Mistress A cried bitterly: "Thank you, thank you princess for saving us."

Feng Xi waved her hand: "No thanks, I didn't come here specifically to save you, I was just passing by."

Sufferer A: "..."

Sufferer B looked pious: "Princess's great kindness and virtue, I will never be able to repay you in this life. I can only recite sutras and pray for you every day..."

Feng Xi smiled: "I'm not dead yet. Please pray for the prince and the fourth child. They are about to die."

Sufferer B: "!"

The sufferer B cried with joy: "Woooooooo, we can finally go home."

Feng Xi nodded: "It's so noisy, I won't take you away if you cry again."

Sufferer C: "?"

In response to this, the shadow guards standing aside have learned to smile, showing extreme tolerance for their princess's outspoken temperament.

After all, it is difficult to see such a master who is so expressive in mood and anger in the royal family.

Seeing Feng Xi being so confused, most of the sufferers knew that she didn't want to listen to them anymore, so they consciously stopped talking.

Just when Feng Xi felt that the day's condolences were finally coming to an end, a slender young man in a green shirt slowly walked up to her.

Although this man had dirt on his body and dirt on his face, he could not conceal his elegance and purity. Coupled with his fair and handsome face, he was no ordinary person at first glance.

"When I was in Huaizhou, my son Ye Qingchuan met Princess Zhaoming."

Almost the moment Ye Qingchuan saluted Feng Xi, Qi Xiao, who had been standing behind Feng Xi, frowned.

This face...

Ye Qingchuan seemed to have spotted Qi Xiao behind Feng Xi, and quickly saluted him again.

After all, he is a man, and his words and deeds are different from those ordinary people who were taken into captivity.

However, no matter how different it is, what does it have to do with her, Feng Xi?

So when Ye Qingchuan tilted his head intentionally or unintentionally and showed Feng Xi his side face that was very similar to that person, Feng Xi said:

"You keep turning your head sideways. Have you twisted your neck?"

Ye Qingchuan: "?"

Ye Qingchuan wanted to explain, but Feng Xi didn't care about his expression at all and stood up directly and said:

"Let people quickly take stock of things. I want to go back to Liangzhou and have a good night's sleep tonight."

The village in front of them was the last stop of their trip. They could leave their things to Hanyuguan, but they had to take them all back to Liangzhou.

After all, they were going back to Liangzhou.

For this reason, Qi Xiao deliberately chose the last stop here, which is slightly closer to Liangzhou City, so that they can return to Liangzhou City on the same day.

A group of shadow guards moved very quickly, some in front, others behind, and the remaining prisoners and suffering masters walked in the middle. The group of people took advantage of the low mountains and light snow to set off in a mighty manner.

Seeing Feng Xi being led by Qi Xiao, riding a horse and walking at the front of the team, she looked so lazy that she seemed to have no bones.

Ye Qingchuan, who was walking in the crowd, finally showed a smile on his face. Not only was there a smile, but there was also a trace of well-hidden greed.

The princess is indeed a princess, even if she is just a idiot, she still has power that ordinary people cannot match.

Faced with his flattery, she didn't even look at him just now.

But since he, Ye Qingchuan, wanted to use her to climb up, he had plenty of patience to waste his time with her.

Thinking of this, his eyes couldn't help but fall on Feng Xi, the good-for-nothing consort who could only look down upon Feng Xi.

He deliberately saluted the other party just now just to test the other party's reaction when they saw him.

The cold expression on the other party's face told him that he could indeed become a threat to the other party, and it was enough to make the other party fearful.

The sky is noble, rich and glorious. If the trash from the Qi family can do it, so can he, Ye Qingchuan!