Xia Ji didn't care about "Ji Changle was untied and out of control" at all, and seemed to have known it for a long time.

He had already forgotten his identity. He went to the royal palace every day to stroll around the brothel, listen to some songs, talked about the brewing of fine wine, even hid his name, disguised himself a little, recited a few poems with the surrounding literati and scholars, and then went to the palace for dinner and talked with Xia Ning.

Slowly, he entered the circle of literati near the royal capital.

Sad spring and autumn are the poets who are in great enthusiasm and are yelling to go out for a trip. If a talented woman is added, the atmosphere will be exciting.

When he was tired of traveling, he returned to Xiaoyao Painting Boat. Then the next day, some oral messages from the talent circle would be transmitted to a small family named Li in the royal capital, and the head of the small family would come to report to Xia Ji.

Although this aristocratic family also has a surname, it has nothing to do with the Li family in Donghai.

This small family is naturally the source of fake identity that Xia Ji randomly found. His name was also made up by him, named Li Taibai, and the head of the small family surnamed Li naturally cooperated extremely well.

In late autumn, yellow leaves were floating all over the sky. Xia Ji took the carriage arranged by the head of the little family and took advantage of the name of the young master of the little family to participate in the autumn outing.

The carriage camped next to the Changxi River outside the city. The water quality was cold and cool. The plump autumn fish swam around from the pebbles in the shallow water and the foggy grass tips.

Then everyone started to recite poems.

First, they were humbled and then they started.

One by one, after each chanting, everyone secretly despises them, but they smile and applaud with a smile on their face, and the atmosphere is also lively.

Bo Caihan, a relatively famous lady from the Bo family in the royal capital, has passed his prime. Now he is passionate and young and beautiful. However, he is addicted to poetry and songs, so his family doesn't care. After all, it's a bit inappropriate for women to practice military techniques, astrology and martial arts. It's nothing wrong with dancing and writing to add a little style.

She was sitting in the carriage with her maids, watching a group of young talents reciting poems and talking, she just listened with a veil.

She looked at it for a while and knocked on the wooden edge.

The maid came over sensibly and whispered: "Miss, you must have a crush on that talented man Hu, right?"

Bo Caihan snorted shyly. Before he could speak, the maid covered her mouth and chuckled, "It's impossible that she is the talented man of the Li family? But his skin is too dark... It seems like a layer of toner is applied, and the hair on her face is so disgusting... The master will not agree."

Bo Caihan made a gesture and wanted to beat him, saying, "Okay, you Qao, who said it was him! I want to give them questions. If anyone answers the best, I will give him the tips."

The maid and the lady are usually close, and they are just joking.

Now that she heard the topic, her eyes lit up, she leaned over and listened for a while, then patted her flat chest and said, "Don't worry, Miss, wrap it around me."

Then, in Bo Caihan's somewhat anticipated gaze, she walked to the more than ten talents with a smile, clapped her hands and said, "Dear talents, my lady wants to give you a question. I wonder if you have the courage to answer?"

The talents were stunned.

This is a familiar way.

A talented man is worthy of a beautiful woman.

How to match?

Of course, we must first pass the difficulties set by the beauty.

It is the same as the strategy to make a breakthrough in brothel music houses.

So a group of people stood up and expressed "good" in various coquettish ways.

Of course, there is no shortage of straight men yelling: "Who is your lady? Why should I give us questions?!"

However, this kind of straight man is usually ignored.

Today, the autumn is clear and the sun is falling, making the leaves all over the ground covered with thin gold. The maid is also very happy. Just a glance, she saw that Li Taibai, a talented man from the Li family, leaning against the tree with his hands, his legs are swaying slightly, looking leisurely and selfless.

The maid couldn't help but get angry.

It would be fine if you are ugly, but why are you still so arrogant?

This is naturally the current Xiaoyao King, Xia Ji, who simply disguised himself as a simple disguise (painted his face with toner and then stuck a long hairy mole on his left cheek).

It’s not that he is not cooperating, but he is just watching some scenes with his eyes:

That was Ji Sheng's bedroom.

The Grand Manager Jixiang was half kneeling in front of the extremely thin and even skinny emperor in some places.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry for you, I'm sorry for you..."

Jixiang slapped himself in the face as he spoke.

He was crying and his eyes were filled with regret.

If it weren't for him, General Wen Fenglei wouldn't have surrendered and stayed in the dungeon.

General Wen is the emperor's only support...

Now that this situation is in a terrible situation, I can't escape the relationship.

He was not as good as death, but he was controlled by the mysterious Yama as a "divine puppet". He did not dare to have any thoughts that were not good for Yama, and he could not disclose the traces of Yama and the fact that he was controlled in any way.

The old eunuch who had been with Ji Sheng for many years was in great pain at this time, and naturally he didn't know that an invisible eye was watching this scene silently.

Then he looked at Ji Changle, the man in white clothes and a gentle face appeared at the door behind him.

Ji Changle asked softly: "Sir, I don't know what sir should call me?"

The man smiled and said, "Just call me the White King."

Ji Changle was stunned: "Wang?"

Is there anyone in the world who dares to be king without their consent?

So he said, "If sir, I will give you one, it's not impossible."

The man smiled and said, "Your Majesty misunderstood. I came from a very far away. In my place, there is a custom in the village, which is that I like to have the first name and the last name, so according to the normal title, my name is Wang Bai."

He talked casually, his face was not blushing, but his heart was extremely convincing.

Ji Changle laughed and said, "It's okay, sir has helped me so much, so naturally I should be named king. So what if I call you the White King?"

The White King smiled and said, "Thank you Your Majesty."

Ji Changle lowered his voice and said, "Just as I said to my husband just now, this Jixiang Chief Executive has been controlled... If you want to accomplish a big thing, you must catch him and ask..."

The White King said lightly: "It's useless. He is actually controlled by the divine puppet like you."

Ji Changle: "Can that sir..."

The White King shook his head: "The one who controls you is different from the one who controls him. Moreover, as a royal family, you have the protection of dragon energy, so you can untie it, but he cannot do it."

Ji Changle: "Then Mr. Kill him."

The White King smiled and said, "Natural."

While speaking, his eyes accidentally swept across the invisible earth eye, as if he was looking at the eyes on the other side of the earth eye, nodding slightly to show respect, or something else.

...

The White King walked straight forward.

The chief manager of Jixiang suddenly turned around: "Who?!"

The White King didn't say anything, stepped out in one step, and his figure had disappeared from the spot. He held a short knife in his right hand. The force point of the short knife was very tricky and belonged to the treacherous category of skills.

The power has not been touched and is not clear.

The Sunflower Book practiced by the Great Master of Jixiang is also known for his speed, not to mention that he has become extraordinary. Some sharp colors flashed between his eyebrows and eyes. With a wave of his right sleeve, he waved his right hand and a series of crisp and thin sounds of "Dolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolodolod

The silver needle flew out like an embroidery flower, and its speed was extremely fast.

He shot it at the right time.

And the young man is still rushing.

The speed of hedging caused the speed of the embroidery needle to increase invisibly, and then it was penetrated to the young man.

It's like a needle entering a river, but there are not even ripples, and all the embroidery needles disappear.

The Grand Manager Jixiang reacted quickly, but this scene made him stunned for 0:00 and 1 second.

With this thought, the White King's knife was directly placed on his neck.

No!

It's a few millimeters away.

Just at these few millimeters, the Jixiang General Manager suddenly changed his expression, and the sadness and pain in his eyes disappeared, becoming lazy and casual. The speed of his neck leaning back was the same as that of the White King's sword speed.

But the White King seemed to be able to cut all the sword, and he always maintained his slashing momentum, facing his neck.

The chief manager of Jixiang was retreating, looking at the short knife without any panic.

One by one, one behind, and in a flash, Jixiang had already grabbed a fruit knife on the side of the coffee table. He just grabbed it. He glared at the back of his feet, and his whole body made a tiger pounce, his hard bow tightening and solidifying at that moment, while the knife in his hand pointed directly at the White King.

At this moment, both of them frozen.

Jixiang ignored himself and pointed his neck at Bai Wang's dagger and a fruit knife at Bai Wang's heart.

Bai Wang Yining stopped, put his hand away, put away the knife, and the blade body touched the pierced fruit knife.

He won't exchange his life with the puppet.

bite!!

The two finally had their first weapon touch since they fought.

As the blade touched, the inertia and momentum of the two bodies also pressed forward, but in a flash, they were about to part with each other.
To be continued...