The undercover agent sent by the imperial court

I have to say that Yin Tianming's guess was at least half right. It's not that Ling Xuan doesn't understand these things at all. After all, although he is in the capital city, he has heard about the broken sleeve more or less. There are two reasons for rejecting Yin Tianming. .

Not to mention the poor quality of life recently that caused me to feel unhappy after getting stubble. The most important thing is that I am not Ling Xuan or the so-called Jianghu people, but the younger brother of the current emperor. Zhan was the only prince who survived but was not the emperor.

If his identity is exposed, he might be chased to the ends of the earth, Ling Xuan sighed, feeling that he has been chased miserably after seeing himself.

Life in the capital is not bad. As the emperor's most beloved younger brother, the current seventh prince, Lord Jade has plenty of people to curry favor with the royal family, and he has never been cut off.

But this kind of life is too boring. Do you want to be like the prime minister who often visits, walking with a big belly all day long?

When Yin Tianming came out after shaving his beard, Ling Xuan sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at the sky. Recently, Ling Xuan often finds a place like this to quietly wait for the sun to set and wait for the arrival of Huoshaoyun.

The scenery of the grassland is beautiful, although it is monotonous, but thinking about it, I am afraid that I will not come back again, so I can't help but look at it a few more times. Since the last time I frightened away the peeping people, nothing happened again. Ling Xuan just I want to see more beautiful scenery that the dynasty can't see before leaving.

"I heard that there is also a scene of burning clouds at sunrise in Huangshan." Yin Tianming stepped forward and sat next to Ling Xuan and said, "Go and see it after you go back?"

"Huangshan." Ling Xuan turned his gaze back and looked at the people around him. The stubble on his chin had disappeared, and Ling Xuan, who didn't think about what this meant, looked away and looked into Yin Tianming's eyes.

The eyes of the people of the Demon Cult are also bright. Speaking of which, the eyes of the executioners in the palace are dark and cloudy, "Your eyes are unexpectedly beautiful."

It was just a muttering to himself, and Ling Xuan himself didn't notice that his words were so light that they were about to go with the wind, but Yin Tianming turned his head and looked back at the unconscious Ling Xuan, who didn't know that Ling Xuan was looking at him with blank eyes. What, Ling Xuan has been like this recently, Yin Tianming guessed that he must have realized something, so he has been quietly protecting the Dharma.

But it doesn't seem to be completely true, Yin Tianming stretched out his hand to brush Ling Xuan's hair that was blown on his face by the wind, "Is this so? Do you like it?"

Ling Xuan blinked his eyes and regained his clarity, "I don't like it, and it's wrong to take advantage of it."

Yin Tianming smiled and got the answer, "Then I'll be more careful next time, don't just take advantage of the fire and rob."

Ling Xuan stood up and patted the soil on his body. The Huoshaoyun had disappeared, leaving only a smear of bright color in the sky, and it would soon be dark here, and it was time to rest.

Yin Tianming glanced at the already dark sky and followed Ling Xuan back to the tent.

At this moment, the other tribe is fully equipped and waiting for the opportunity to set off to the tribe that has recently experienced a miracle. This tribe is not the only one that is eyeing here, but this is the only tribe that has the courage to act on the so-called miracle.

Or it cannot be said to be guts, but more precisely, it should be human greed. Even if there is a miracle in front of him, or even the arrival of a god, it cannot stop the growth of greed in his heart.