The housekeeper understood immediately, then shook his head and said: "It is not convenient for the prince to see guests."
"Please be accommodating." Xiang Hu handed over five taels of silver.
The housekeeper did not accept it, but sighed and said: "You just came back from outside?"
Xiang Hu was not surprised, but he nodded quickly and said, "That's right."
He had indeed just come back from outside. So many things happened yesterday that he had no time to visit the Prince of Jingan.
In addition, everyone had traveled long distances and marched day and night, so they were already tired.
I don't have the energy to care about anything else.
That's why I took the liberty of visiting today.
The housekeeper shook his head and closed the door.
Xiang Hu frowned, something big must have happened, otherwise why would it be like this?
Since the housekeeper remained silent, he could only find other ways.
Xiang Hu put on a black robe, covering up his silver Baihu embroidered guard robe, and went straight to Fangshi.
The market in Liangdu is very prosperous.
Even though troops were raised in the north, they did not affect Liangdu.
It's still so exciting that it makes people forget to leave.
Vendors and footmen walked through the streets, and the windows of the attic pavilions were open.
Xiang Hu twisted and twisted into an alley.
Knock on the door.
Three long and two short.
The small door opened, and a short middle-aged man with a sinister look on his face peeked out.
"Sir?" the dwarf mouse was slightly surprised.
"Dwarf Rat, I want to see the old ghost."
"Please come in."
Dwarf Mouse gave up half of his body and put Xiang Hu inside.
At the same time, he patrolled the alleys left and right, as if he was afraid of bringing some tail to Baihu.
The small door is closed.
The two-entry courtyard is very closed, and no one is allowed in or out. The high-walled courtyard forms a large shadow.
"Weird guest, have you finished your official business with your lord?"
Before the person arrives, the sound has already arrived.
Yin and compassion.
The person who stepped out of the shadows was a young man, dark and ordinary.
No one would pay attention to such a country boy on the road.
The old ghost saw Xiang Baihu's empty sleeves, and palpitations flashed across his face.
His expression was gloomy and his voice was low: "Who did it?"
"The monster doesn't do anything."
Xiang Baihu didn't want to say more about his broken hand.
"The door has not been opened yet at Yihonglou, so I know you didn't go."
"I have something to ask you for. You are well-informed. I want to know what happened to Prince Jing'an?"
The old ghost hesitated slightly and seemed to be organizing his words: "I don't know where Prince Jing'an returned from. The Xiuyi Guard's mission is very secret, and I can't find out."
"It is said that he was injured when he went out to deal with Gui Chong, and even injured his legs and feet."
"I probably won't be able to walk normally in this life."
As soon as the words fell, there was a buzzing sound in Baihu's head, and a muffled thunder exploded.
It's over.
It would be fine if the injury was somewhere invisible, but it happened to be a leg injury.
In the past, there was a prince in the dynasty who injured his leg and was immediately deposed, let alone the prince of the Hou family.
"No wonder." Xiang Baihu murmured.
No wonder he just returned and returned successfully, so Bai Fat Qianhu couldn't hold it any longer.
It turns out that the noble person behind it has no chance to recover.
It may even be life-threatening.
"Master Xiang?" the young old ghost shouted, pulling Xiang Hu out of his thoughts.
Xiang Hu nodded slightly: "Thank you very much."
"I have decided to resign from the post of Hundred Households. You should be more careful in the future and don't be targeted by the embroidered clothes guards."
Xiang Hu warned.
"Sir Xiang, Prince Jing'an probably won't survive. He still has a healthy brother."
"Why don't you join others?" the old ghost asked.
Xiang Hu did not answer, but asked instead: "I got the news from you, why didn't you accept my money?"
"That's because Sir Xiang is kind to me."
"Yes, because I'm kind."
Walked towards the tiger.
He never mentioned changing the court.
Never thought of it that way either.
If he wanted to, he could actually do it. Even if he was fifty years old and had a broken arm, second-rate masters were still scarce in the court.
With such talent, one person can be compared to dozens of ordinary people.
Staying with you will keep you safe.
It's a pity that he doesn't want to do that.
At this age, all the edges and corners should be smoothed off.
If you haven’t thought about it yet, you are confused or too boring.
Xiang Hu got up early and handed the coupon.
The order from above came down quickly.
However, he did not agree to resign to Baihu, but took away the hereditary title of Baihu and threw Xiang Hu into the Xiuyiwei prison as a guard.
Deliver food and meals, patrol prisons.
Generally, old embroidery guards will be sent there.
After peeling off the silver-white Baihu robe, put on a black embroidered sweater robe, hung up his waist knife, Xiang Hu arrived at the gate of the prison.
The prison is a prison and a tomb.
The Xiuyi Guards will not have a normal retirement except for dying in battle, because many of the things they did cannot be told to others.
The court would not allow them to leave alone.
Not even ordinary soldiers.
The old Xiuyiwei will be thrown into the prison, and over time they will be swallowed up by the prison.
The embroidered guards who came to the prison did not complain.
At least I can lead the charge when I'm on duty.
Living a numb and mechanical life.
Tu Shanjun inside the soul flag had his eyes shining brightly.
A big prison.
Isn't this a natural training ground?
Even if one or two death row inmates die, no one will know about it.
Moreover, when he kills people, he directly pulls out the soul, and there does not appear to be any wounds on the outside.
It is completely possible to fake a natural death.
"We must tell him to practice the scriptures and try to sense Qi first." Tu Shanjun made up his mind.
In fact, he already tried it last night.
Unfortunately it ended in failure.
Without the banner master, and without the support of magic power, Tushanjun would not be able to use the dream-entering technique at all.
For Tu Shanjun, the situation is a bit bad.
Xiang Huxin received his waist card and entered prison.