The night wind was getting cooler, and the heavy twilight finally poured down from one end of the sky, surrounding the entire magnificent palace.

Unlike the solemn and solemn seen during the day, at night, there seems to be a secret hidden in every corner of these palaces and slanted eaves and walls.

Wuying stood alone in it and could smell the strange smell that was filled with the air. It was a very uncomfortable feeling.

On one side of the palace gate, a team of guards wearing red and black armor were walking towards him in uniform steps.

Calculate this time, it should be the time for the rotation that the little eunuch had mentioned before. Wuying couldn't help but feel a little doubtful. How would he avoid the investigation of the palace maids with such a strange face?

Can Bai Lu cover up the sky in this palace? The answer is obviously not like this.

If Bai Lu really had such a force, the news about where Wuyouren was shouldn't have been spread by him.

Wuying thought to herself, but her eyes stared at the guards who were constantly approaching in the dark night.

My heartbeat became more and more intense with vague anxiety.

What happened to this? For the first time in his life, he became nervous because of such a small fight. He inexplicably responded to the saying that dying from happiness.

"We're here to change the duty." They have been patrolling the palace for several hours. Whenever this point comes, they are in a hurry to get physically.

The one who was leading the team seemed to be no surprise at all about the strange face he saw. Not only was it not surprising, but he also introduced to everyone behind him: "This is Lord Wu. From today on, he will be in charge of the patrol of the Nangong Gate. You all cooperate well, have you remember?"

Lord Wu? It seems that the chief guard knows his identity. I have to say that the arrangements in the door are very meticulous, and paving the way for him is not counted, and these possible hidden dangers have been solved one by one.

This man looked very prestigious among the guards, and everyone replied in unison: "Remember."

"Mr. Wu." The man turned his back to everyone, and took the initiative to go forward and raised Wuying's shoulders: "You have just entered the palace. There is nothing wrong with you, but you have to cooperate with me. Then there is..."

Afraid of being heard by others, the man took Wuying to the distance for a few more steps: "The Nangong Gate is remote and deserted, but there are many people coming in and out, so you have to cheer up a hundred and twenty."

Wuyou is Your Majesty's secret guard. Your Majesty naturally recognizes his existence and will also attach great importance to it. But for most people, no one knows the existence of this secret guard, let alone one of them.

This person said this, just in disguise, that people with subtle identities like Wuyou usually enter and exit this palace gate.

After saying this, I don’t know whether it is to hide previous words or to attract other people’s attention.

The man said something about the other side again, then patted Wuying's shoulder hard: "There are only so many rotations. If you don't have to ask, I'll leave first."

A few of the team he brought walked away one after another, but most of them stayed and rotated with Wuying.

If he really wants to act, there are many ways to help these people, or there is no need to attract the attention of the crowd at all. Wuying doesn't care how many people are staying with him.

He only held the swords that each of the palace guards had in one hand, wrapped his arms in front of his chest, leaning against the palace wall and closing his eyes.

The guards next to them were a little angry but not afraid to speak out. Lord Wu had never met them before. But the official position he came up was so high.

This is enough to prove that this person has a few tricks, and the relationship behind it should not be something they can imagine.

Another thing is that Lord Wu looked fierce, and just a glance was enough to make them lose all interest in speaking.

As late as the night, the sight in front of me became darker and there were finally a few figures at the palace gate.

Wuying's eyes, which had been locked, suddenly opened, and he only crossed his sword and blocked the people.

Several nearby guards took a breath, it turned out that this adult had been just pretending to be sleeping!

"Master Wu." A guard put his hand on the shadowless scabbard and pressed the sword with his scabbard for a little while: "They are His Majesty's personal guards, so there is no need to stop them, right?"

Wuying saw a few people clearly through the hazy moonlight in the sky. Wuyou really caused trouble for people. He stayed at the palace gate all night and never saw his shadow.

Since he couldn't wait for the person he had to wait, he naturally had no need to make things difficult for irrelevant people and just took back his sword.

During the whole process, Wuying said nothing, and did not show any emotional fluctuations for his slightly reckless behavior.

This made everyone realize that Lord Wu, whom he will work with in the future, is really a difficult person to get along with.

Wuyou left the door and there would be no special source of information. Moreover, when Wuyou told him the arranged news, he entered the palace. In this short time, how could Wuyou take precautions after hearing the wind?

Therefore, it was just a coincidence that I waited for nothing today. Wuying was in a state of emotion and continued to lean on the weight of her body on the palace wall behind her.

When Dongfang revealed its belly, the rotation of the night was over. The person who came to replace Wuying was still the guard who introduced him to everyone last night.

As the saying goes, he was familiar with him twice, but Wuying had no intention of making friends with him. He only went against the abortion. The short flute on his waist hurt him all night, and it was time to find the person who really should take over.

"Stop!" A guard stopped Wuying in front of the hall: "What are you doing?"

Wuying deliberately exposed the waist tag hanging on his belt, aiming to see where the limit of the waist tag Ruzhou gave him was.

Facts have proved that this waist card cannot move forward without any obstacles.

He covered his waist card with his clothes without hesitation. Since the waist card cannot play any role here, he should act in a low-key manner. Don’t make people suspect his head because of a waist card.

Wuying spread his palms open, and a short flute was lying there: "I was entrusted by someone to give this short flute to the musician."

The guard didn't see Wuying's waist card, and knew that his identity was higher than his. So although he refused, his attitude was still very respectful: "Sir, Tong Wen Ji... With His Majesty's order, this thing is really not easy to pass on from the young man!"

"Then you call him out and hand the things to him, and I'll leave." It was unexpected that he would come here to find Tongguan, and it was not what he would rather. How could there be any intersection!

"Sir, I heard you are looking for me?" The sound of music that seemed to be there and not a single thing in the hall turned out to be a while ago.
Chapter completed!