A dark villain came to Jinting Bulaoxiang

The father and daughter turned and left without a sound, as if they were unwilling to stay in the snow in the dark night for even a moment longer. Their figures gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving only the cold snow.

At this moment, a white crow suddenly flew in. It was Guaguamei. After being injured, its feathers were snow-white. Its black eyes flashed a strange light in the darkness. It quacked a few times, and the sound was particularly harsh in the silent night.

Si Zhe heard it, and Gua Gua Mei told him that the two people had left. He looked at Gua Gua Mei and nodded, then turned around and winked at Shui Qing Lian mischievously.

Shui Qinglian immediately understood, he cleared his throat, and then said to everyone: "Well, what's the point of us being sad! Send someone to ring the funeral bell! Then send a pigeon to the emperor to let him know the bad news!" When he said this, he had a serious expression on his face and a hint of determination in his eyes. His voice echoed in this silent space, making everyone feel heavy in their hearts.

After hearing Shui Qinglian's words, the people around all lowered their heads, with sad expressions on their faces. Some even had tears in their eyes, as if they were still immersed in the grief of losing His Highness.

After a while, a man came out silently. His steps were heavy and slow, as if he needed to use all his strength to take each step. He walked to the bell, picked up the hammer, and struck it in grief and anger.

"Buzz...buzz...buzz..."

The dull bell sounded in the night sky, as if telling the sorrow and helplessness in people's hearts. As the bell sounded, a white dove flew out of the cage, flying far away, carrying the news they wanted to convey to the emperor.

Si Zhe stood aside, watching all this quietly. There was not much expression on his face, but his eyes revealed a deep thought. He thought to himself, the national teacher will definitely come to test him tomorrow. How can he, who is so cunning, believe it? I have to teach my brother the turtle breathing method tonight!

In the dead of night, the whole atmosphere seemed to be shrouded in deep sadness. Everyone left Sikong Yan's tent slowly with heavy sadness in their hearts. At this time, only Xiao Sizhe, Shui Qinglian, Han Mingguang and Xiao Sanlang were left in the huge tent.

Little Sizhe blinked his clever big eyes, and then quickly called his sister Guagua and his brother Fox to go outside to keep watch.

Then, he leaned close to Sikong Yan's ear and whispered, "Brother Yan, they are all gone!" When Sikong Yan heard this, he immediately sat up like a spring, rubbing his shoulders and complaining, "Oh, I didn't expect acting to be so difficult! I feel a chill on my back, and the feeling just now seemed to be sending me to the gates of hell!" When Xiao Sizhe heard this, he didn't answer, but turned around and ran out immediately.

Seeing this, Sikong Yan hurriedly shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?" Han Mingguang then said, "Your Highness, don't worry about what your brother is doing. We have to discuss this quickly. The Imperial Master is coming tomorrow. How should we deal with it?"

Xiao Sanlang also said immediately: "This is not difficult, just let Doctor Shui give him a few injections to fake his death!"

When Shui Qinglian heard this, she quickly shook her head and denied it, "No, no! This technique was taught by my master. How can I hide it from him? That's simply a fantasy!"

"Then, what should we do?" The people in the tent were as anxious as ants on a hot pan at this moment, and their faces were full of anxiety and helplessness.

Han Mingguang paced back and forth in the tent, muttering to himself, "Oh my, what should I do? The Imperial Master will be here tomorrow, and we can't just sit there and wait for death!"

Xiao Sanlang was so anxious that he scratched his head and stamped his feet, saying, "Yes, yes, this is really frustrating. If the Imperial Master finds out, we'll all be finished!"

Shui Qinglian frowned, thinking hard about how to deal with it, but he couldn't think of any good solution for a while. He couldn't help but sighed, "Alas, it's true that you can avoid the first day, but you can't avoid the fifteenth day! Is there really no way out?"

Just when they were getting anxious, the door curtain of the tent was lifted and Xiao Sizhe walked in laboriously carrying a large basin of hot water.

When they saw this scene, they were all shocked and wide-eyed, wondering how this child could carry such a large basin of water? Normally, even adults would find it very difficult to carry such a large basin of water. But this six or seven-year-old child seemed to be calm. This is too strange! Everyone was filled with doubts and curiosity.

Xiao Sizhe walked quickly to the basin, picked up the towel skillfully, and put it into the basin to soak it. Then he turned to Shui Qinglian and said loudly: "Shuihuo, quickly take off the medicine patch on Brother Yan's back! I want to wipe his back and change him into clean clothes!"

When Shui Qinglian heard what Xiao Sizhe said, she was stunned at first, then she reacted and replied, "Oh!" Shui Qinglian thought to herself that this was indeed the case. It was indeed not very comfortable to have such a big thing stuck on the back. It was time to take it off, wipe the body and change clothes.

So, Shui Qinglian walked forward and carefully began to help Sikong Yan remove the medicine patch on his back.

Xiao Sizhe looked serious, carefully wiping Sikong Yan's back with a hot towel, and her focused expression seemed to be doing something extremely important. Sikong Yan felt Xiao Sizhe's movements and suddenly asked, "Where is Xiao Lan'er?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Sanlang hurriedly stepped forward and answered somewhat unnaturally: "Uh, that... I knocked him out and locked him in a small tent."

Han Mingguang frowned and said, "Don't worry about him for now. Our top priority now is to discuss how to deal with the National Master tomorrow!" There was obvious anxiety in his tone. He paced back and forth as he spoke, thinking about various ways to deal with the situation.

Although Xiao Sizhe had already made up his mind at this time, he remained calm and continued to concentrate on wiping Sikong Yan with a hot towel. The hot towel on Sikong Yan's body made Sikong Yan feel comfortable all over.

Sikong Yan lay lazily on the quilt with a satisfied smile on his face, and murmured to himself: "It's good to have a younger brother!" His heart was full of love and gratitude for Xiao Sizhe, thinking that although this younger brother was young, he was really good to him.