A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The Imperial Master finally had a good night's sleep in the tent tonight. The warmth in the tent greatly comforted his tired body and mind.

The next morning, when he woke up, it was already noon. Like a lazy big cat, he slowly stretched out his arms from the warm quilt, "Ah, so comfortable!"

He stretched himself lazily, his expression of satisfaction as if he owned the whole world. However, he muttered to himself, "It's just that I don't have a beautiful woman to warm my bed, which makes me feel a little regretful." As he thought about it, a look of loss appeared on his face.

After he dressed himself at an unhurried pace, he walked out in a very happy mood. The world outside was pure white, and the snow on the ground was like a thick quilt.

He took a deep breath of the cold and fresh air, and felt as if his heart and lungs were cleansed. He imagined a comfortable breakfast, and the delicious food made him feel even happier, as if all his troubles were thrown away.

Then, he mounted his horse and prepared to return to Beijing, thinking happily, "There will definitely be many surprises along the way."

When he stepped out of the tent, wow! A vast expanse of white came into view. The sky was high and vast, and the blue color seemed as pure as if it had been washed by water.

The air was extremely fresh, with a hint of coolness, and breathing it into the lungs refreshed one's spirit. He looked up at the sky, and although it was gloomy and weeping, it didn't snow after all.

"You're smart enough! Humph!" He stared at the sky triumphantly, as if challenging God.

Suddenly he realized something was wrong. Shouldn't there be a thousand tents? He lowered his head quickly and saw a vast expanse of space in front of him. He turned around and saw only a single tent behind him, which was the one he had slept in last night.

"You bunch of little bastards!" The national master gnashed his teeth in hatred, his face turned ashen in an instant, the veins on his forehead bulged, and he shouted loudly: "I will kill you--" His voice echoed in the empty snowfield, but there was no response.

The Imperial Master was so angry that it seemed as if a fire was burning in his heart: "These heartless people actually left me here alone! When I catch you, you will be in trouble!"

He stamped his feet in anger, raising a cloud of snow. The horse seemed to sense his anger and snorted nervously.

Xiao Sizhe and Sikong Yan sat quietly in the coffin, while Little Fox and Guaguamei sat on the edge of the coffin, one on the left and one on the right, with their legs dangling.

Shui Qinglian and Xiao Sanlang were driving the carriage in front. Xiao Sanlang was waving the whip and shouting, "Go!" Shui Qinglian was pulling the reins tightly, looking intently ahead. Han Mingguang was following on horseback, looking very heroic.

They were talking happily about the imperial master, laughing from time to time. The soldiers who followed him back to the court were full of doubts, whispering to each other behind him, and they didn't understand why they could still laugh when the young prince had passed away? Could it be that the young prince could really come back to life?

One soldier could not hold back and asked loudly from behind: "Minister Han, General Xiao, is our little prince going to be resurrected?"

Minister Han quickly turned his head away, with his index finger erected to his lips, "Shhhhh. Don't make any noise! ​​Just protect him! The little prince is in extreme danger now."

"Yes!" When the soldier heard this answer, a happy smile immediately broke out on his face.

In the coffin, Sikong Yan sat leisurely with his hands folded across his chest, and said: "Yesterday, that old man thought the poison needle shot me, so even if he is struck by lightning today, he won't wake up!" After saying this, he raised his head proudly.

Everyone laughed again.

Shui Qinglian smiled and casually threw a bottle of ointment over: "Sikong Zhuzhi, quickly apply this on your face, so that you won't be exposed when the Imperial Master comes."

Xiao Sizhe picked it up curiously and asked, "What is this?"

"Herb ash!" Shui Qinglian answered loudly.

"What? You're just a fake. I think you're jealous that I'm whiter than you!" Sikong Yan glared at Shui Qinglian angrily with his eyes wide open.

Si Zhe, who didn't know what this herb ash was, quickly opened it and saw that it was filled with black powder. He couldn't help laughing, and his body was shaking: "Even if Brother Yan is as black as the bottom of a pot, he is still the most beautiful in my heart!"

After hearing this, Sikong Yan's tense face relaxed instantly, and his anger also subsided. He said coquettishly, "I want my brother to apply it on me!"

Shui Qinglian curled her lips, put her hands on her hips, and thought to herself: "What an ungrateful person who has a wife and forgets his mother! Humph!"

Little Si Zha carefully picked up the bottle of herb ash, dipped his finger in it, and lightly smeared it on Si Kong Yan's face. His eyes were focused and serious, and he whispered softly: "Brother Yan, I will be gentle, I won't hurt you."

Sikong Yan closed his eyes tightly, but he was muttering in his heart: "This kid should not paint me too ugly."

"It's done!" Xiao Sizha finally finished the application, let out a long sigh, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

When Shui Qinglian heard Xiao Sizha say it was OK, she quickly turned her head to take a look. Upon seeing this, his brows furrowed, his lips curled, and he looked dissatisfied, "How can this be? He is still so handsome and can't even cover up the 'natural beauty' of this bamboo branch?"

When Sikong Yan heard this, he suddenly opened his eyes, stared at Shui Qinglian, and said loudly: "Is there still more to add? My face is almost turning into charcoal!" He was angry and anxious, thinking about what would happen if his handsome face was turned into an ugly one.

Shui Qinglian crossed her arms in front of her chest, raised her eyebrows, and said smugly: "I'm not trying to trick you on purpose. If you want your plan to succeed, you have to follow my instructions. This is how the poison works. The skin of the poisoned person will turn black little by little until it turns into charcoal!" He laughed secretly in his heart: "Humph, I finally have a chance to make you, a self-righteous guy, look ugly for once."

At this moment, Xiao Sanlang's ears moved, and his expression instantly became serious, "Something's going on!"

Sikong Yan was shocked, "Oh no, could it be that the Imperial Master's men have come?" Without time to think about it, he immediately lay down, closed his eyes, and pretended to be unconscious.

Xiao Sizhe also reacted quickly and quickly covered him with a blanket. Her hands were still shaking slightly, and she prayed in her heart, "Don't get caught, don't get caught."

Shui Qinglian clenched her fists and looked firmly in the direction of the voice, thinking to herself, "No matter who comes, they can't ruin our plan."

Xiao Sanlang listened attentively, judging the distance and number of the people coming. Beads of sweat oozed out of his forehead, but his eyes were full of courage and determination.

Han Mingguang also reined in his horse, put his hand on the hilt of his sword, and was ready to fight at any time.

The air around seemed to freeze, and everyone's heartbeat was clearly audible.