Long Live The Emperor!

Chapter 51: 51. Snow Wind Imperial City (1)

Translator: 549690339

Nangong He’s army retreated, and so did the rioters.

He had captured many people, but he could not get any information from them.

Therefore, Xia Xiaosu asked the guards to interrogate some of the captured rioters, but it was only for show.

He also ordered the men of sacrifice to keep an eye on the fleeing rioters and remember the people they met and their appearances.

Then, he let the little foxes go to the noble area far away from the riot site to keep an eye on them.

A gentleman would not stand under a dangerous wall. If he wanted to stay out of it and control the overall situation, he had to stay out of the dust.

If the mastermind behind the scenes ordered the rioters to riot next to his residence, then it was very likely that he would be involved in the dispute.

Of course, it was also possible for others to do the opposite.

However, Xia Xiaosu could tell the character of the mastermind from the way he had manipulated the situation.

Once the mastermind appeared, the fox would seize the body.

During this period of time, the foxes had been reading the dossiers and memorizing every day. They no longer wanted to memorize. If they could not memorize anything just because they possessed the body, they were willing to possess the body.

Xia Xiaosu arranged everything methodically…

This was a game of power. Without a dark and meticulous heart, one really couldn’t play this game.

The princess, who had returned, felt an indescribable peace in her mind. Darkness and power did not seem to be so terrifying.

She tidied her long hair and walked towards the city wall.

The snow was falling lightly. Without an umbrella, the snow fell on her hair and eyebrows.

Her eyes showed a kind of tranquility that was similar to her brother. Her brother had been chanting scriptures for nearly three years, and she had also listened to scriptures for nearly three years. She had been restrained for three years, and she had been submissive for three years.

For three years, he had lowered his head in despair and stood on tiptoe by the edge of death. What was there to be afraid of?

She had asked herself this question many times, so she was not afraid anymore. Life and death depended on the speed at which she pulled out the dagger and stabbed it into her chest.

She raised her head and stepped onto the city gate tower.

Hu Xian Er followed closely behind him in her cloak.

Looking down from the battlements,

It was a bloody battlefield with heavy snow falling.

Xia Ji’s armor was stained with blood, and he was returning with his black halberd.

The army behind him had already retreated.

Xia Xiaosu took a deep breath and bit her lip. Looking at her brother covered in blood, she asked the soldier beside her, ” How was the Seventh Prince’s victory? Are you injured?”

The soldier did not answer. He stared at the God of Slaughter who had returned from the city with his mouth agape. His mind was filled with shock. Such an unparalleled posture made him wonder if he was in a dream.

Xia Xiaosu did not mind and asked another soldier, ” How was the Seventh Prince’s victory? Are you injured?”

The soldier was also in a daze. Hu Xian Er snorted coldly, “The princess is asking you a question.”

The soldier was shocked and only then did he react. He turned around and knelt on the ground. ” Princess, please forgive me. I only cared about the

Seventh Prince.

“What are you looking at?”

“The seventh prince is able to fight ten thousand people with one horse. Each time he uses his Buddha hand, he kills over a thousand people. He goes back and forth as if he has entered a deserted place. He is indeed a killing god on the battlefield, but…”

“But what?”

However, General Deng has returned and joined forces with General

Nangong. He wants Your Highness to open the gates and surrender. ‘

Xia Xiaosu’s expression changed. She tried her best to remain calm, but her eyes could not help but flash with anger.

The Deng family…

His elder brother had sent him to the northern camp because he had trusted him and wanted him to lead the only army protecting the Imperial City. Yet, he had let down this trust!

She clenched her small fists that were hidden in the long sleeves of her black clothes.

When he looked back, he saw the wind and snow turning into dragons, and the figure walking in the blood river turning into a python was full of loneliness.

Her heart ached, but she also felt proud and heroic.

My heart aches for my brother to go out alone.

The proud elder brother won alone.

a heroic elder brother, one man is worth ten thousand.

So what if there were ten million people?

His elder brother, alone with a halberd, was pressing down in front of the city. It was as if he had covered the outside of the Imperial City with both hands, and not a single soldier could break in. Such boldness was truly shocking!

Phew

She exhaled.

She slapped her hands on the cold city wall and shouted,

“Open the city gates!”

His voice was still a little tender, but it was already very powerful.

With a command, the voice spread out layer by layer, and the east gate slowly opened towards the triumphant prince.

Xia Ji took off his armor.

I went to the Cloud Palace,

After lighting up 10,000 sandalwood incense sticks, the nine dragons spat out water. The gurgling water and clouds covered his strong body.

He did not ask about the rioters in the city.

Because Xia Xiaosu told him not to worry about the city, so he was not worried.

He grabbed the prayer beads at the side and slowly moved them. There were

408 prayer beads, but after using them twice today, they were much dimmer. Especially after using them for the second time, the prayer beads almost went from ” slightly dimmer ” to ” completely lost their luster. ‘

He thought for a moment, then raised his hand and formed a seal with his fingers. The seal slowly pressed down on the prayer beads, and his mind

explored them.

Pa da…

He plucked off a prayer bead, then activated the Buddhist will of Tathagata and poured his spirit into the bead tentatively.

This prayer bead was made by himself, so there was no reason why it could not restore its luster.

As his fingertip touched it, the golden liquid under the prayer beads suddenly appeared and lingered on the dried sunken wood surface. It was like a defeated dragon suddenly regained its vitality and circled around his fingertip to reappear in the shape of a swastika.

When the timing was right, Xia Ji raised his finger.

Just as he was about to put the prayer beads back, he heard a slight cracking sound.

He looked sideways.

The arm ring of the swastika was no longer smooth. It was showing tiny cracks, and the cracks were getting bigger and bigger. The golden liquid was seeping into it..