"Chen...Eunuch Chen..."

Wang Zhi subconsciously took a half step back, and his ferocious smile gradually froze, turning into horror. He almost thought that the eunuch who had never shown up in the past few decades might have died, stood in front of Wang Zhi at this moment, how could he not be shocked? The main reason is that this person has a certain identity, the nine thousand-year-old Bai Ning's close servant Xiao Chenzi, but now he is old.

His frightened eyes quietly poured into the hall gate. There were only a few oil lamps that were still on. He did not see the admiral. Wang Zhi took a deep breath, calmed down, and smiled dryly, "I wonder what will happen to Eunuch Chen come out today?"

Xiao Chenzi looked down at Zhao Hou with fear on his face, and raised his eyes indifferently: "You are noisy here, disturbing the governor..."

"Yes...yes..." Wang Zhi was not sure whether the Nine Thousand Sui was still there. He had to wait until the current affairs were done and the Daquan was in his hands to find out. He quickly agreed and waved to his subordinates behind him: "Come on, please come back to the palace..."

The white-robed eunuchs over there sounded at the same time.

"... Also, who said that the Supervisor was the old guy just now?"

The soldiers and generals swept around with their turbid eyes, and suddenly they flashed with a flash of light. They saw a strange expression in the crowd, and the back of their hands, which were as dry as a tree branch, poked out their sleeves and brushed them.

"We've seen you."

Wang Zhi hurriedly stepped forward and wanted to stop him, but suddenly stopped and quickly retreated. A cold wind blew over him. Amidst the crowd, the Jinyiwei screamed and fell backward, kneeling on his knees and sliding on the ground. The water splashed gradually solidified, and the frost flowers climbed onto the man's cheek, and the distorted expression of horror was frozen in the blink of an eye.

The surrounding Jinyiwei, the monk, and the imperial guards saw their companions kneeling on the ground and turned into ice lumps, and they were in chaos in an instant. The person standing next to the dead body escaped by chance. They ran to the side in a terror, shouting in horror: "Oh... the magic!"

"What martial arts..."

“…Scatter…Scatter soon…”

...

Wang Zhi stared at his eyes, gritted his teeth and turned his head fiercely to look at the white-robed eunuch who had withdrawn his hand, "What kind of martial arts is this? You are the chief master?"

Xiao Chenzi ignored him, looked at the confusion of the imperial guard general Jin Hu on the other side, and said slowly: "Your father is not dead yet? Don't you want your father to come in with our house if you don't want your father to send a black hair person. No matter what, your father gave me a house back then, and you still owe this kindness. When you come in and admit that you are wrong, you won't punish you."

After saying that, he turned around and helped Zhao Hou, who was at a loss on the ground, sorted out the strands of hair that the other party had stuck to his face, "It's really a sin to fall into such a field. Come in together."

The trembling prince nodded, looked at the Dongchang and the imperial guards behind him in fear, and followed behind him with his hands tightly holding the old eunuch's robe.

"presumptuous!!"

Wang Zhi stepped forward and said, "Eunuch Chen, you are a fellow family member, but it does not mean you are afraid of you. Besides, the prince is suspected of treason, so how can you take it away if you say you want? Believe it or not, thousands of people behind our family burned the palace."

The steps he took out were gently placed in the water, causing a wave of ripples. Xiao Chenzi stopped and glanced at him, and his robe sleeves suddenly turned up and said, "If you are suspected of rebellion, you have to have the final say." The robe sleeves swung open, and the air was twisted between his thin fingers, and something invisible pushed away the falling raindrops.

Pop

Wang Zhi waved his hand to block it, but his knees made a crisp sound. He unconsciously hugged his knee bones and knelt down. White-haired sweat instantly spread to his forehead.

"Ahhh!" the figure screamed in pain.

The imperial edict fell to the ground from his sleeve. Xiao Chenzi went over and picked it up, and no one around dared to move. The eunuch who turned around again held Zhao Hou's hand and slowly walked into the dim hall. Jinhu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, so he did not act rashly, so he followed in with his teeth.

Step on...

In the quiet hall, dim candlelight burns on the lampposts, and three pairs of steps were walking on the spotless floor tiles. It was not clear what the furnishings were like around. In the middle of the hall, there was a broken and faded flag with vague patterns on it. As a person in the army, Jinhu naturally knew that it was the Jurchen flag.

"That is a rare flag. The Lord has put him here so that he will not remember that there has been such a history after the ever-changing world."

Xiao Chenzi was leading the way, and without looking back, he knew the doubts in their hearts, so he explained.

The palace was silent, with only the sound of footsteps walking on the ground, and the oil lamps in the aisle flashed on their faces, making them look gloomy and terrifying. Zhao Hou, who had always been a little timid, took smaller and smaller steps.

Xiao Chenzi patted his head: "The Lord is nostalgic. For the sake of the former emperor, he will not help His Highness."

Soon, the three of them stopped in front of a copper door. The old eunuch picked up the flower basket that he had placed on the ground before, reached out and pushed open the door. The door leaf made a dull creaking sound.

The slowly opened gap, the cold air that penetrated into the skull gushed out, causing Jinhu and Zhao Hou to shiver together. The white air inside was like an ice cave, without a trace of light.

Xiao Chenzi asked them to wait outside, took the torch with grease on the wall and walked in first. Soon, fires lit on the left and right sides of the hall, and their vision became clear.

"Don't be afraid, our family often comes and goes here." He came back and inserted the torch back into the wall, led Zhao Hou and stepped in. Jinhu hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and followed. The tiles as smooth as ice reflected their steps and walked past them. The white air scattered in front, showing a silhouette similar to a curtain.

Zhao Hou hesitated a little scared.

Then, in front of the curtain, a seat was covered with frost, and a figure sat on it motionless. When the three of them approached, the figure looked like an ice sculpture, with a thin layer of ice slag covering the robe and faces, making it blurry that the person's appearance could not be seen clearly.

"The chief minister, the prince Zhao Hou was falsely accused of rebellion by Wang Zhi. The general next to him is the son of an old friend. He doesn't want him to die in vain, so he can repay the kindness he had back then."

There was no sound in the Ice Palace for a long time. Jinhu became alert and tightened the hammer handle.

"Yi'er is dead?"

A sudden sound rang out of the frost in front of the hall, and then echoed again. The golden tiger immediately used its internal force to resist, which made the internal organs tremble. The armor leaves on its body were even more turbulent, and the two hammers in its hand fell to the ground. "What a strong... internal force..." Zhao Hou next to him collapsed and fainted, and was caught.

"The last time I saw Yi'er, I was in my prime, but this time I died..." The voice of internal force paused for a moment, and came again. Jinhu was so shocked that he gritted his teeth hard, with blood in his eyes and ears. He felt even more frightened. Then he heard: "... Take him down to rest, fear hurts his soul, and he is afraid that he will become tiptoe when doing things in the future."

Xiao Chenzi picked up his sleeping body and said, "Yes, the Lord. Wang Zhi was still kneeling outside the hall."

“…Let him kneel.”

The golden tiger seemed to be unable to hold on anymore, kneeling down with its knees, and its armor collided on the ice.

The other party seemed to have lowered his internal strength, and his voice was calm and still strong, saying: "...The pair of hammers on the ground are Jin Jiu's... Are you called Jin Hu, is it his son?"

"If you go back... back... Qiansui... yes." Even if the internal strength as majestic as the sea was reduced, this burly and tall man would not last long.

"Is he dead?"

“No…no.”

"When he took you to this governor's office, he was still just a baby, a treacherous man. You were so old in the blink of an eye."

With the sound of speaking, the ice cracks came in a series of ice cracks in the cold air. The golden tiger raised its head, and in the white air's sight, the ice sculpture was densely covered with cracks, as if someone was about to come out...

...

Not long after, Jinhu walked out of Wushou Palace. The humid air outside made him warm all over. He looked at the figure kneeling on the ground and said, "Nine Thousand Years later, let you continue to kneel."

The wind whimpered with the raindrops, and the crowds around them were holding torches and fell silent.

"The ancestors are still alive." Some eunuchs in the East Factory were so shocked that they threw away their weapons.
Chapter completed!