Quick Travel: Cannon fodder, she is beautiful, Lu Ziye

In addition to the national master, hundreds of imperial guards followed behind.

"Master Imperial Master, what do you mean by this?" Bai Nuannuan laughed, a little mockingly.

The Imperial Preceptor laughed and pretended to be confused: "I just received His Majesty's decree. If the princess has any complaints in her heart, it would be better to speak to Your Majesty on her own."

"I haven't seen you for so many years, you really surprised me."

This meaningless sentence caused the smile on the Imperial Master's face to freeze instantly.

He wanted to laugh but couldn't, and his face looked a bit funny: "What do you mean, Princess?"

Bai Nuannuan didn't care about him, and said to herself: "I'm afraid the next time we meet will be at Tiandao Palace. I haven't seen my junior brothers and sisters for a long time, but I miss them very much."

He Qinghan's face turned completely gloomy.

"Bam—"

All the eunuchs and royal guards who entered the Changqiu Palace to investigate were blasted out, looking extremely miserable and wailing endlessly.

After listening to the sound, Bai Nuannuan turned around, looked at the person who came and complained angrily: "I told you to be gentler. If the Imperial Master said something in front of the hall again, wouldn't I be more powerful?" Can’t speak clearly?”

Glancing at the wailing people lying on the ground, Fu Xianzhi frowned slightly, feeling disgusted: "They are too noisy."

Well.

Bai Nuannuan curled her lips.

Forget it, everything Senior Brother said is right.

The situation between the two of them without anyone else made He Qinghan, who was already in a state of emotional distress, feel even more noisy in his heart.

He glanced at Fu Xianzhi with a complicated expression, with awe and reluctance in his eyes.

He knew very clearly that he had no chance of defeating Fu Xianzhi.

"Come here, take Princess Anqing to Zhao Prison!"

He gave the order with a bit of gritted teeth.

As soon as he finished speaking, Fu Xianzhi raised his eyelids, and just one look shocked people to the spot.

There were still eunuch guards wailing in pain all around. They could all see clearly just now that this man in brocade robes and black clothes just raised his eyes and took a look!

Now, the man reached out and hugged Princess Anqing, looking protective.

It's scary and helpless.

Bai Nuannuan raised her head and glanced at the sky. After calculating Wu Qinglan's round trip, it was almost the same.

As soon as she thought this, she reached out and grabbed the sleeve of the person beside her.

The latter looked sideways, opened his thin lips slightly, and asked with a bit of inquiry: "What's wrong?"

Bai Nuannuan tilted her head, glanced at He Qinghan, whose face was like the bottom of a pot, laughed softly, turned her head and smiled slyly at Fu Xianzhi.

"I heard that the prisoners in Zhao Prison are not mortals, and the fifth junior brother invited me so kindly. Senior brother, how can you be so ignorant of the customs?"

The first time I heard it it was innocuous, but when I listened carefully again I found it was full of knowledge.

Fu Xianzhi looked at her deeply, with indulgence in his eyes: "Okay."

In front of them, He Qinghan's eyes were about to burst.

The belated guards looked at each other.

"What did Princess Anqing say just now? Fifth Junior Brother?"

"Is our National Master also a disciple of Tiandao Palace?"

"Then why is the Imperial Master so eager to capture Princess Anqing and send her to Zhao Prison?"

"Stop talking—"

He Qinghan said with a stern face: "Princess Anqing was possessed by an evil demon and is now talking nonsense to confuse people. This is really a bad sign."

These words made Bai Nuannuan laugh. She laughed for a while, and tears welled up in the corners of her eyes, and then she stopped laughing.

She stood up straight to take some time off: "Let me ask you, do you believe this?"

He Qinghan almost gritted his molars before speaking: "Take Princess Anqing and her accomplices to Zhao Prison immediately!"

"Anyone who violates this will be immediately hanged!"

Bai Nuannuan clicked her tongue in surprise, as if mocking He Qinghan's majesty at the moment.

*

The capital of Song Dynasty.

After carefully disguising themselves, Wu Qinglan and the others appeared at Wangji Shaobing on Zhuque Street.

"Uncle, please keep these coins."

After handing over a few copper coins, Wu Qinglan happily took three portions of sesame seed cakes.

Turning his head, he met Meng Qingrong's frown, and his eyes fell directly on the hot sesame cake in his hand.

It was as if he had done something extremely rebellious.

"Practitioners with a golden elixir or above should be able to live without grains on their own. What if everyone wants to be like you and not exercise enough control, allowing the turbid energy to go backwards with their own spiritual energy?"

Meng Qingrong is indeed Meng Qingrong. He will not waste any opportunity to preach.

After handing a piece of sesame seed cake to Feng Qingyao, Wu Qinglan slowly defended herself.

"Senior brother, you and I are both from the Song Dynasty. How can we be mortals who go without food all day long?"

"Besides, Junior Sister Seven is still just starting to practice Qi. She has no choice but to come down the mountain with us this time. As senior brothers, how can we not take more care of her?"

Sentence after sentence, which seems to make sense, but is actually an excuse for oneself.

Meng Qingrong's eyebrows furrowed, obviously not moved by his words.

"The current time is not the time for three meals. Fourth Junior Brother, the most urgent thing now is to find Senior Brother and Second Senior Sister as soon as possible."

Wu Qinglan didn't care and followed a few steps: "Senior brother, don't worry, senior sister has a senior brother by her side, so nothing will happen~"

The speaker has no intention but the listener has the intention. Meng Qingrong couldn't help but feel a little annoyed in his heart as he listened.

As a result, Wu Qinglan became more and more displeased.

"Snapped!"

Wu Qinglan turned his head, and a piece of fabricated edict suddenly hit him in the face.

Dang Ji took it off angrily and turned to glare at the culprit: "Seventh Junior Sister!"

Feng Qingyao twitched the corners of her mouth and smiled awkwardly, and hurriedly stepped forward to take the edict paper, and hurriedly explained: "It's not careful, it's really not careful, senior brother, don't be upset!"

Spreading out the imperial edict, Feng Qingyao pointed to the four characters "Princess Anqing" on it and tried her best to look innocent.

"I just saw a lot of people surrounding me over there. I was curious and cast a spell to lift it up. I'm really not good at it. I'm sorry!"

Meng Qingrong, who had not read the edict carefully, immediately scolded: "How can you and I, cultivators, do such sneaky things?!"

Feng Qingyao was speechless. She raised the edict paper and almost slapped the four characters "Princess Anqing" in his face.

"Third Senior Brother, please don't scold me first. First, take a look at the person above. Is it our Second Senior Sister?"

Wu Qinglan immediately changed her expression and looked at each other with Meng Qingrong.

In a flash of thought, the figures of the three people disappeared into this busy street.

The people coming and going felt dizzy for a moment, then blinked again and continued to do what they were doing as before.

And the notice not far away said -

The princess of Anqing was beheaded at Zhongwu Gate the next day.