Quick Wear: The paranoid beauty grabs the waist and spoils her

Because the powder had tripped up the killers, Nan Xiang took advantage of the rain and folded her umbrella but did not throw it away and kept running wildly, tripping over things around her and dragging down the killers from time to time.

But this is not a solution. Nan Xiang complained in her heart while running.

This imperial capital is a prosperous area. Even though it was raining and no one was on the street, who would be so stupid as to kill her?

She had always been cautious and well behaved in the palace, and had rarely offended anyone...

Apart from Concubine Li, Concubine Xu and Concubine Xian, there must be other reasons.

The glory of the old mansion fades away with the passing of time, the frost is faintly smelled where the flowers wither. The east wind does not favor the withered petals, the two birds nesting together are just a dream.

While Nan Xiang was sprinkling the powder, he thought of the poem that the old beggar had said before.

The old mansion corresponds to the Duke of Wei's mansion. Five years ago, the battle between the Ji family army and the Northern Di shocked the court and the public, and shocked Daqian. The Duke of Wei and the Duke of Wei's son died in the battle, 30 Ji family soldiers were killed, and the Duke of Wei's mansion of the Ji family was destroyed, leaving only the queen. At that time, the Xu family, the mother's family of Concubine Xu, repelled the Northern Di, and the Xu family was even more honored. In addition, the Li family, the mother's family of Concubine Li, made great contributions to disaster relief. Concubine Li was promoted from Li Chongyi to Concubine Li, and the Li family was in great glory. Frost is heard in the withered flowers, frost hits the flowers, and two birds roost together. Could it be that the Xu family and the Li family pushed the war back then?

The east wind points to the sky, and the withered petals represent loyal and good people. The east wind is not kind to the withered petals. The east wind is not kind to the withered petals.

Nan Xiang's careful reading gave her a little more understanding and speculation. As expected, thunder and rain are all grace from the emperor, and the most ruthless are the emperors.

Although Nan Xiang put some thought into interpreting the poem, she still put her full attention into dealing with the person who came to kill her.

She counted down in her mind as she ran.

Five, four...

Hmm? Before she could count to three, Nan Xiang heard the sound of weapons being exchanged.

It seemed like someone was fighting with those killers, and someone saved her?

Just as she was about to turn around, she saw a man in a pure black brocade suit and a black hooded head standing in front of her and bowing respectfully, his tone a little awkward and cold:

"Master Nan, all the assassins have been killed."

Nan Xiang looked at the dark patterns on the man's clothes and his slightly strange attire. He seemed mysterious and skilled in martial arts, like a secret guard of some family. Although his voice was cold, he meant no harm to her.

Looking at the killers again, they had all fallen in the rain, lying in all directions, all of them had been killed by a single sword in the throat, and had no power to fight back.

Her expression was calm as she looked at the man in black who seemed to be a secret guard: "Are you the one sent by that person to protect me?"

The black-clad secret guard remained silent, just lowered his head and knelt straight on one knee.

Nan Xiang didn't care. Seeing that the danger was over, she calmly took a few steps towards the black-clad secret guard and held the umbrella tightly in her hand. However, she saw out of the corner of her eye that the man looked at the umbrella in her hand and a hint of surprise flashed across his eyes.

This man has a wide black belt with python pattern tied around his waist. Well, he is a royal secret guard.

She didn't know Emperor Chengming well and they had no friendship, so she excluded the secret guards of the palace.

If there is any relationship or friendship, it would be Empress Ji, the one she is clinging to now.

Just now, she smelled the incense commonly used in the Fengyi Palace's bedroom on the black-clad secret guard, just a little bit, thanks to her sensitive sense of smell.

It is indeed the Queen.

But this man just looked at the umbrella in her hand with an expression that seemed to indicate something was wrong. What does this have to do with that Mr. Ji?

Master Ji, Ji... The Ji family of Pengcheng, the Duke of Wei's Mansion, and the Wenxing Money House, there must be connections between these.

Just as Nan Xiang was about to think more deeply, she heard the cold voice of the black-clad secret guard:

"Mr. Nan, the rain is getting heavy."

Nan Xiang pulled back her thoughts, just a moment after her mind had wandered.

She immediately opened her umbrella and looked up at the sky with a worried look on her face.

I hope she doesn't catch a cold.

Glancing at the killers who were already dead, Nan Xiang felt unlucky.

If it weren't for these killers, she wouldn't be caught in the rain in such a miserable state.

I really don't know which idiot boss wanted to hire a killer to kill her.

Ha ha.

Even if this person didn't come to rescue her, she could still kill these idiots with medicine powder.

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