Six-Year-Old Child, Baojiao, is Busy with Kingdom-Building

Jiaojiao in the carriage heard, and softly called out "Father."

Wang Zhuangzhi looked back at Jiaojiao, walked over with a helpless sigh, and said, "Oh, where can I find an official license plate?"

When Murong Yun and Xin Wang saw this, Xin Wang hurriedly took off the waist card, opened the curtain and handed it out, and said to Wang Zhuangzhi with a gentle temper: "I have a palace card here, you can use it."

Unexpectedly, Wang Zhuangzhi didn't realize that the two of them had waist cards, so he accepted them excitedly, and hurriedly thanked them, saying: "Thank you both, I will return them as soon as I use them."

After finishing speaking, Wang Zhuangzhi hurried back to the entrance of the Guozijian, talked to the soldier in charge, and finally entered successfully.

After Jiaojiao saw it, she looked gratefully at the two people in the carriage. After chatting on the road, she had already learned her sister's boudoir name.

"Thank you, Sister Yun and Uncle Qin, for your help."

Xin Wang Qinhuai heard the word "uncle", his honest and honest face showed a touch of helplessness, and he just shook his head and smiled.

Murong Yun couldn't hold back a chuckle, she glanced at her husband jokingly, then hugged Jiaojiao and said, "Sister should be the one thanking you, if it wasn't for your father and daughter to bring us out, my husband and I might not be able to be free."

Husband?

Jiaojiao focused on these two words.

This uncle is at least 30 years old, and my sister is only seventeen or eighteen years old, so she is her husband.

Jiaojiao looked left and right, and felt that the two were a good match, but she thought of something, her eyes lit up.

Well, then she also wants to marry Master.

I just don't know if the master is willing to wait for her to grow up and not marry other women during this period.

"Little girl, why did you suddenly lose your mind, what are you thinking about?" Murong Yun raised her hand and touched her delicate and soft face.

Jiaojiao came back to her senses, she didn't have the nerve to say what was in her heart, and said sweetly: "Sister Yun is a good match for your husband."

Murong Yun and Xin Wang were amused by this little girl, their faces were full of smiles, but in the next second, a cold arrow shot in the air.

Jiaojiao quickly raised her hand to grab it, the arrow was only an inch away from Xinwang's eyebrows.

Qin Huai's whole body froze, Murong Yun was also frightened, and was just about to lift the curtain to see who did it.

hum!

The arrows came in one after the other, Jiaojiao knocked them out with her spiritual power, one arrow fell to the ground, and the other stuck crookedly in Murong Yun's bun.

King Xin's face turned pale, he hugged his beloved and said tremblingly, "Yun'er, can you be hurt?"

The pain in Murong Yun's scalp brought her back to her senses, "It doesn't matter." The arrow just tore off some hair, not hurting her head.

Jiaojiao shook her sore little hand, her white and tender palm was flushed, she didn't relax her vigilance, she opened the curtain and looked outside.

I saw seven or eight attendants in plain clothes on the opposite side, all of them had fierce eyes, and the eyes of the people on the carriage looked like dead objects.

Jiaojiao hurriedly took down the whip from her waist, at this time Murong Yun and Xin Wang hurriedly carried Jiaojiao back into the carriage, and said: "Stay well, don't come out."

Immediately, the two looked at each other, gritted their teeth and prepared to get off the carriage.

"Sister, the whip my master gave me is very powerful, don't go down, I will protect you."

Jiaojiao grabbed the corners of their clothes to prevent them from getting out of the car, raised the whip in her hand and gently slammed it to the ground.

Snapped!

A deep concave mark was drawn directly from the ground.

King Xin and Murong Yun were shocked when they saw it, and opened their mouths immediately before they realized that it was not an accident that she caught the arrow with bare hands in the carriage just now, but because she had this kung fu.

"Jiaojiao, you..." Murong Yun didn't know what to say, she was shocked, excited and a little inconceivable.

Jiaojiao smiled at them, gave them a reassuring look, then frowned at the big men surrounding their carriage.

The big men naturally also saw the scene just now, but they didn't pay attention to the young Jiaojiao.

"Come on, take the heads of King Xin and his concubine, leaving no one in the carriage!"

Jiaojiao heard that they were so cruel and merciless, she was so angry that she whipped her whip.

boom--

The whip was light and powerful with the help of the wind, and it threw the two people on the right side out in one stroke.

Seeing this, the others took a step back one after another, not daring to underestimate Jiaojiao anymore, and walked back and forth cautiously surrounding her with their knives in hand.

Murong Yun in the carriage looked worried, lifted the curtain of the window, looked around, saw the officers and soldiers at the gate of the Imperial College, and hurriedly shouted: "King Xin was assassinated, hurry up and help!"

When the officers and soldiers heard this, they just glanced at it lightly, and didn't mean to help.

Murong Yun's face was incredible, why are they like this?

King Xin on the side sighed: "Most of the officers and soldiers in the city are the former subordinates of King Yang. Now that King Yang's imperial city is forcing the palace, the people who chased me were probably sent by King Yang. Now King Yang and the emperor have not yet decided the winner. , These officers and soldiers are like weeds on the wall, so naturally they dare not intervene."

When Murong Yun heard this, she looked at Jiaojiao worriedly again, her small body stood in front of them to resist the bad guys, tears welled up in her eyes suddenly, she felt that this kindness could never be repaid in this lifetime.

Xin Wang was also in the same mood, clenched his fists tightly, and even wanted to rush out to fight to the death with them, but wouldn't this be a disappointment to the girl's protection? In the end, he could only pray in his heart, and he must not let Yang Wang succeed. Let this disaster pass quickly.

"what--"

Those big men fell to the ground and couldn't get up from Jiaojiao's convulsions, each of them wailing in pain.

Jiaojiao was full of spiritual energy and didn't feel tired at all. She stood on the carriage with a whip in her hand and looked down at them. Her soft voice was full of dissatisfaction:

"It's all grown from human flesh. How can you be so vicious? Stay here obediently and don't move, or don't blame my whip for not having eyes, huh!"

Although those people did not speak, the killing intent in their eyes still did not diminish, and no one dared to stand up to resist, because the whip was too painful.

It's as piercing as tens of thousands of needles piercing at the same time, and this side seems to have eyes, and it's pulled over before they wait for them, so they can't take a step closer!

At this time, a carriage slowly drove up in the distance.

The coachman was a nine-foot-tall well-dressed man with a long sword slung around his waist, and he didn't have much expression on his face.

Seeing Xuan Liu's eyes lit up, Jiaojiao hurriedly waved her hands and shouted, "Xuan Liu's guard."

Seeing this opportunity, several people in the underground suddenly stood up from the ground, stabbing at Jiaojiao one after another with their knives raised, "Go to hell!"

Xuan Liu on the opposite side was as quick as a flash of lightning, only hearing the sound of the sword being unsheathed, followed by a few plops.

The eyes of the people who fell on the ground were open, and there was a thin line of blood on their necks.

Jiaojiao frowned and took a look, then hurriedly left her sight.

Then she noticed the carriage behind, she had a premonition that the master was inside, she jumped off the carriage with a smile on her face, and ran towards the master.

Xuan Liu didn't say much, seeing that the long sword in his hand was stained with blood, he directly picked up the clothes of one person, and wiped them carefully until there was no trace of blood.