Living With The Emperor: The Agent Queen

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Go to the palace with Long live God! (3)

She had been staring at the jasper Buddha statue in the Ninth Prince's Mansion for nearly a month, and she couldn't give up easily.

At that time, I will catch a scapegoat by the way, and make an illusion of throwing myself into a well and a lake.

She can fly away and never look back. [

Dongfang Lixiao's plan is not bad.

It's a pity that the plan is full, but the reality is always skinny.

She rushed all the way cautiously, before she got close to the palace gate, she suddenly heard a loud shout from not far away. "There are assassins!"

"Catch assassins!"

Immediately afterwards, countless guards rushed towards this direction.

Dongfang Lixiao was only worried about being discovered, so he found a corner to stand still in a hurry, and hid himself.

At the same time, he thought to himself, could this assassin be the man in black just now?

Just when she was about to poke her head out and look outside to check the situation, a palm landed on her shoulder gently.

Shocked, she almost screamed out.

Unexpectedly, just as she opened her mouth, a wide and warm palm stretched out directly.

Before she could speak, he covered her mouth and nose.

"Shut up!"

Next to the ear, a low and deep baritone voice came next.

That voice was somewhat familiar.

However, it was just a faint familiarity.

Before he was familiar with it, Dongfang Lixiao recognized who the owner of the voice was just by letting these few words.

At this time, a group of guards had already rushed over from the road ahead.

When they walked away, the palm that covered her mouth and nose was released.

Only then did Dongfang Lixiao turn around slowly and look at the person behind him. [

Under the moonlight, the man's face was clearly distinguishable.

The man was only about 20 years old, tall and thin.

She was dressed in an exquisite plain brocade dress, and her long hair like ink was bound by a golden ring.

Under the broad forehead, slender eyebrows flew obliquely into the mane.

A pair of clear and indifferent black eyes, really worthy of four words - shining like cold stars.