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The corner of the Princess' mouth, which was veiled, couldn't help but twitch.

The girl flicked her wrist and the concealed weapon shot out. The crowd shouted for the princess to be protected, but the concealed weapon did not shoot towards the princess, who remained unmoving. Instead, it shot toward the eaves of the house and tightly hooked onto a hundred refined flying claw. Only then did everyone realize that she was trying to escape. The guard was about to cut the rope, but the girl's movements were much faster than his. Her body spun in the air, her black robe fluttering like a black cloud, and the guard's entire arm was cut off by her. After this sudden battle, when the archer was ready to draw his bow, the princess raised her hand and said: "Shoot the leg!" Everyone knew that she wanted to keep him alive. The girl laughed, a sound that was as pleasant as a silver bell being blown by the gentle spring wind. It was not in the least in keeping with her ferocious appearance. No one dared to hurt her life. The girl's black robe flew up and caught the arrow, and with a flip of her hand, she shot back to the crowd. She quickly ran up and jumped down from the other side of the roof, and as she jumped, she turned around and said in her beautiful voice, "You, the fake princess, really has the skill of being handsome. Take me back to your house to be your consort, his little trick couldn't be hidden from me." Her tone was clearly that of a pure and proud little woman, completely unrelated to her ruthlessness and her meticulous layout.

"Seal all city gates. "Chase after him!" Before the fake princess could finish her last sentence, a gust of wind blew into the house and chased them out through the back door.

A small door that hadn't been used in a long time opened with a creak, and a sixteen to seventeen year old boy was escorted out. The servant then handed a bag to a man wearing a dark red tight suit, who wore a tall hero's bun, and handed it to him. The youth stood outside the door reluctantly and looked into the courtyard. He didn't know what to look for, as if there was someone very important who hadn't come. The person outside the door impatiently urged him to leave. The youth's face was filled with displeasure, but he still continued on his way. The two did not walk on the main road. The man took the boy around the path and ran into a forest. There was already a carriage and four underlings waiting for them. The youth came to the front of the carriage and waited for someone to put him on the carriage and open the curtain. However, he saw the five people looking at him impatiently and didn't have any intention of making a move. She curled her lips and strode forward, throwing down the next sentence.

"Qingfeng's big brother, don't think that just because you're escorting me back to the palace, that I will know of your feelings. Prince Consort asked you, not me. "Humph!"

"Bastard, how can you talk to our Manor Lord?" One of them could no longer stand her domineering attitude, and could not help but scold her. When had the princess ever met someone who dared to scold her? The sharp-tongued Princess was stunned for a moment.

The man dressed in the mysterious tight suit was none other than Dan Rongxiao. At this moment, he couldn't be bothered to argue with her, much less look at her. He could only smile and shake his head at his subordinates as he indifferently said: "We will do justice for our prince." He was grateful for the princess's kindness towards Mo Qingfeng. He didn't want to argue with her, so he put down the curtain and jumped into the carriage.

The princess choked on her words and angrily sat back down.

The city gate was bustling with people, the guards searched them one by one and only let them go after receiving filial respect. As a result, the city gate was bustling with people, but no one dared to complain. Those who were in a hurry to transport the goods out of the city naturally had to send more silver. Even though they couldn't get much oil out, they still had to use two radishes to quench their thirst and vent their anger. If an unmarried girl did not want to be "searched", she naturally had to be willing to pay the money obediently to not be disturbed. The guards were shouting their complaints while their throats dried up. At the same time, they were rejoicing in the bustling scene of having night grass to eat.

This lively scene lasted until the well-dressed, handsome, and immortal-like young master appeared. The moment he appeared, the eyes of the guard who was impatiently searching his body lit up, and he moved his hand a little too late. The guard stared straight at him, his handsome face showing an extremely tired and sickly look. His face was pale without a trace of blood, and the guard wanted to immediately lift him up and throw him onto his bed in order to love him lovingly. Cough, raise your arm, search, search. " The guard cleared his throat. "Yes, sir." The young master responded repeatedly and cooperated extremely well. "Your Honor, Your Honor, hurry up. I've got a serious illness and am in a hurry to leave the city to see a doctor." Nonsense, which one of us here isn't anxious? " The guard didn't even think about rushing out, but the moment he raised his head to look at the face, his tone softened as he said, "Look, this assassin is fierce. For the safety of the people, we are always on guard. Just wait patiently." He had just finished speaking when both his hands touched the young master's belt. The young master suddenly tilted his head back and immediately leaned forward, spitting out a mouthful of fresh, warm, bloody water. The guard's face was completely covered in blood. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've already said that I'm in a hurry to go see a doctor, my disease is contagious! You see, are you all right? " The soldier turned pale with fright and pushed him away, kicking him as he yelled, "Get lost! Hurry up and get lost!" Then, he picked up his shirt and used it to wipe his face. How could that be blood? The more he wiped, the more sticky it became. It even went into his eyes. He ran off with a "Aww" to find water to wash his face.

The young master slowly got up, clutching his waist while saying "Ouch!" as he prepared to leave the city. Everyone was scared by the scene just now and backed off. No one dared to approach him again.

"Don't let him go!"

The people who were about to leave the city stopped in their tracks as they heard this shout, and turned around to look at the grey figure behind them. As soon as the grey-clothed person finished speaking, he had already moved a few meters forward. The grey-clothed man floated up with a 'bang' sound, grabbing the concealed weapons shot out by the young master and throwing them back to him. The young master, who was sickly a moment ago, immediately summoned all of his energy along with the grey-clothed man. His bright eyes were like clear water, clear and peaceful, yet carried an extreme stubbornness and a majesty that could not be violated. It was that pleasant laughter that sounded like a string of silver bells. Not only did the young master not leave, he even rushed to the front of the cage, drew out the flexible sword from his waist and was about to cut it. Only now did the guard realize what had happened. The girls, who had been hanging on their deaths, turned pale with fright when they saw the furious face of the person in front of them as they raised their swords. Even though hacking someone to death with a single slash was more comfortable than torturing them, how could they not be afraid at the very first moment when ants were secretly living? Some of the weaker girls had even lost control of their bans.

The guards never thought that this patient who was just about to die, with his mouth full of blood, would be like a completely different person. Only then did they pull out their waists to call for a group of people to surround him, wanting to capture him. The man whose face was covered in blood hated Shi Mu so much that his teeth started to itch. He threw the knife in his hand towards Shi Mu's back with a 'swoosh' sound. The grey-clothed person's agility was exceptional. Upon seeing him about to kill with his sword, he immediately rushed forward. Hearing the sound of the wind coming from behind him, the young master didn't even dodge as he slashed open the cage and used all his strength to catch the falling girl. When the grey-clothed person saw that he was here to save them, the tip of his sword twisted and deflected the blade on his back. The young master was saved by him, but he did not show any gratitude. Instead, he gave the grey-clothed man a fierce look and pushed the girl away. He also wanted to save someone else. The grey-clothed person seemed to have a moment of interest and goodwill towards him, standing behind him and blocking the guards that were surrounding him.

When the commoners saw this scene, they didn't dare to stay any longer. No matter what it was, they were all scared out of their wits and ran away. They just wanted to hurry home and close the doors to sleep. There were too many strange things these days!

The guards did not know the identity and purpose of the grey robed man, but seeing that he was helping the young master, they immediately assigned him as an accomplice. Although the martial arts of these people were not as good as the grey-clothed man's, they still numbered many people. Furthermore, the grey-clothed man was not willing to kill them. After the young master had rescued all the girls, he turned around and smiled at the grey-clothed man. This smile was so charming and charming, and he obviously had the demeanor of a little girl. He purposely shouted with a cold voice, "How tiring, move back!" The grey-clothed person didn't answer, thinking to himself, can you back out as soon as you say so? The fake Young Master grabbed something in his bag, and a handful of Iron Tribulations, which were much smaller than normal concealed weapons, appeared out of nowhere. The few guards in front of him were hit. This large group of people was about to arrive. When the time came, it would not be easy for them to escape no matter how skilled they were. Especially the girls who were locked up half alive. The fake Young Noble's hands were in his pockets, and wherever he went, he would hit.

"Since you are playing with them like this, when will you be able to escape?" The fake Young Master came close to him and asked unhappily.

The grey-clothed person didn't respond. It wasn't difficult for him to escape now, but he had to find time to wait for those innocent girls to be safe. This damned girl, just because of her assassination attempt on him, this fake princess, how many people had been implicated? Luckily, she still had a bit of conscience.

"Release the arrows!" After the city gate officer shouted this out, the person beside him reminded him in a low voice, "Those above must be alive." The officer was so angry that he wanted to curse. He couldn't beat them and didn't dare to kill them. He finally managed to capture some girls and use them as bait. After blackmailing them for a while, they let him go.