Unlike when she arrived, Sikong Qingying was not in the carriage. She was also sitting outside, sitting side by side with Yin Ziheng who was driving. While watching Yin Ziheng drive, she chatted with Yin Ziheng.
Because Jingyin Temple is on the outskirts of the city, the road to Jingyin Temple from the imperial capital of Beijing is relatively remote. They didn't meet anyone when they came, and they didn't meet anyone when they returned.
Yin Ziheng was telling Sikong Qingying about interesting things during the march and the battle. Sikong Qingying suddenly said: "Wait a minute...Brother, do you see anyone in front of you?"
Sikong Qingying's hobby in her last life was darts. She always had good eyesight, and she saw a person lying upside down on the roadside from a long distance away.
"Hey, it's indeed a person, huh----" As soon as Yin Ziheng stopped the carriage, Sikong Qingying jumped out. Yin Ziheng was startled: "Xiaoying, be careful of a scam."
Sikong Qingying shook his head: "No, there is a strong smell of blood here. This person is injured."
At this time, Yin Ziheng also walked up and looked at the clothes on the injured person. He was dressed in black and even his face was covered with a scarf. He didn't look like a kind person at first glance. He frowned: "This is a man in the world, but he is
I don’t know why I fell here.”
Sikong Qingying knelt down and reached out to pull off the man's face towel. Under the black face scarf, there was a very upright and handsome face.
The man is full of heaven and has sharp eyebrows. Even with a pale face and closed eyes, one can feel a frightening pressure. In addition, his nose is high and his lips are sexy. The combination of his facial features is full of a serious and ascetic atmosphere.
, like a gentleman who is as cold as an iceberg.
Xuanyuan Mingzhao, the sixth prince of the current dynasty, also felt a little cold, but it was an unattainable and inviolable coldness and indifference, with nobility and unfathomability. And this man's coldness was like the coldness of a sword.
Same.
One is elusive, and the other is as substantial.
Sikong Qingying looked at the man's face, somewhat lost in thought.
Yin Ziheng frowned when he saw this, and a sour feeling surged in his heart: "Xiaoying, is he good-looking?"
Sikong Qingying came back to his senses and didn't notice the sourness in Yin Ziheng's words. He just shook his head thoughtfully: "He looks good, but... for some reason, I think he looks familiar, as if...
…It seems like I’ve seen it somewhere before.”
So that's the case, no wonder he would stare at that man. After hearing Sikong Qingying's explanation, Yin Ziheng felt relieved and immediately said: "So this person is your friend? Since he is your friend, we can't stand idly by."
"But if you rush to save people, will you cause trouble for big brother? After all, the princess and envoy of the Huazhou Dynasty will arrive soon. Big brother, you are also responsible for the security of Kyoto. This person is unidentified..." Compared to this one, he just looks familiar.
As a stranger, she was even more worried that her decision would bring danger to Yin Ziheng.
Sikong Qingying's worries made Yin Ziheng feel very useful: "Don't worry, you know my brother's ability, it will be fine. Besides, if there is really a problem with his identity, we will take him back to the General's Mansion and keep him by our side so that Uncle Fu can look at it."
Isn’t it better?”
Sikong Qingying thought for a while, nodded and said, "Thank you so much, brother."
I hope this person is a friend rather than an enemy. If this person really brings trouble to the General's Mansion, she will be a big sinner.
After returning to the General's Mansion, Yin Ziheng immediately called Uncle Fu.
Uncle Fu found a black token on the man in black. It was oval in shape, engraved with gold thread, and had a big word "Xuan" in the middle.
"They are from Xuanming Palace."
Uncle Fu handed the token to Yin Ziheng: "This is the sign of Xuanming Palace."
Yin Ziheng took it, frowned and looked at it, thought for a moment and then said: "Change out the black clothes he was wearing and ask a doctor to take a look at him."
"What is Xuanming Palace?" Sikong Qingying, who was confused, couldn't help but ask.
"Xuanming Palace is a killer organization composed of desperadoes. Regardless of good or evil, regardless of status, as long as they pay the minimum price, they dare to kill anyone."
Sikong Qingying's eyes widened: "You only recognize money but not people?"
"Yes." Yin Ziheng nodded, not understanding how he could know such a person as Sikong Qingying.
Sikong Qingying also began to doubt his memory: "Did I remember it wrong? In fact, I have never seen such a person?"
"Anyway, since we brought the person back, we need to revive him first." Uncle Fu went away from his usual caution and looked very enthusiastic.
Yin Ziheng glanced at Uncle Fu suspiciously, nodded and said: "Well, Uncle Fu, this person is going to trouble you again."
"No trouble, no trouble, I like to do this kind of thing the most."