"Don't worry, my skills are definitely fake and real, no one can see them." Ju Qing slapped her chest boldly and promised, then left with her sword and rushed to the court.

At this time, Xia Ziluo sniffed hard and straightened up: "Let's go, the bag transfer plan will start at noon. Are you all ready? If the real princess appears, she will definitely be captured alive?"

"Well, unless she doesn't show up." Murong Xitian reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, feeling sorry for her that she was always so sad. "If you cry so easily in the future, I dare not tell you if there is anything else."

"You dare, be careful that I will give you up." Xia Ziluo pouted and coquettishly.

Murong Xitian was hilarious. His **** was sometimes very savage. Husband, could he be a prince and still go out of court?

"I want to give up on my husband, I have to marry first. So, my Luoer can't wait to marry." Murong Xitian's lips flew up, touched Xia Ziluo's face, and suddenly lowered his head and pecked her on her lips.

The jailer, Yu Linjun and others who were waiting immediately turned around and turned their backs to them.

Xia Ziluo's face suddenly blushed like a cloud, and his little hand turned into a weapon, constantly pounding Murong Xitian's chest: "Bad guy, ignore you, hum."

"You can bear it?" Murong Xitian turned around and left, and hurriedly chased after her.

Xia Ziluo blushed and shook his hand away, pretending to be serious: "Stop making trouble, it's important to do something."

"Okay." Murong Xitian also changed into a calm look, but he secretly whispered in Xia Ziluo's ear, "Let's talk about it when you get home."

In an instant, Xia Ziluo blushed like a tomato.

After they left, the prison guards in the Tianzhu immediately changed shifts, followed Murong Xitian's order to rectify the Tianzhu, and rushed to the secret room on the fifth floor.

In the streets of Beijing outside the Tianzhuo, Xia Qingtian and his son were parading in the streets.

The people watching saw their father and son cursing, shouting, and throwing vegetables, leaves and eggs. For a moment, the crowds were crowded and the speed of the convoy was forced to drop.

"Don't hit my dad, you'll hit me..." Xia Ziyan yelled. Although he was locked in a prison car, he still tried his best to protect his dad.

Xia Qingtian lowered his head, without saying anything, and sighed endlessly in his heart.

Angry? One thing.

He was a powerful man all his life and had suffered such sins and insults. But soon, this anger disappeared, and he could only face the calmness of death.

When they arrived at the court, Xia Qingtian and his son were covered in dirty mud, tattered vegetable leaves on their heads, and egg whites and yolks on their faces, which were so embarrassing.

Murong Xitian and Xia Ziluo had already arrived at the court. Because Xia Ziluo could not show up to avoid causing mass riots, he quietly hid in the mechanism under the court and waited.

Although I can't see what happened outside, the sound can be heard clearly.

"Don't be afraid, they are all veterans and will not fail." Ju Qing quietly leaned in Xia Ziluo's ear and whispered, while holding her hands to soothe Xia Ziluo's emotions.

Xia Ziluo nodded: "Well, I'm not afraid, you guys will do everything."

Ju Qing felt relieved and pricked up her ears to listen to the movement outside.

At this time, Xia Qingtian and his son were taken to the court by the executioner with a big knife naked and knelt on the ground. Under the court, the onlookers were too excited and tried to break through the defense line of the Yulin Army several times and kill Xia Qingtian and his son to vent their anger.

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Chapter completed!