Hundreds of white-clothed dead soldiers were all killed, and the follow-up people and horses entered the palace in an instant, and went straight to the Yinghua Palace, different from the white-clothed dead soldiers trained by Xue Xiangsong, the dead soldiers who entered the palace from the new ones were black-clothed and black-armed, clean and sophisticated, and fused together with the rainy night, which was stronger and more restrained than the white-clothed dead soldiers of the hundred people.

Xue Xiangsong was suffocated, Wei Mocheng's words were a big stone blocked in his heart, and the black-armored dead soldiers who appeared were another big stone, he thought that the hundred white-clothed dead soldiers, the sticky pole, and the three thousand Xuanjia troops were all the forces that Li Xiuce could rely on, but he never thought that in a place he didn't know, the little prince of the Northern Wei Dynasty raised another group of dead soldiers, he thought that after Li Xiuce ascended the throne, he could learn from the next generation of heroes, coerce the Son of Heaven to order the princes, and become a powerful minister of a country, even if it is not as good as Zhuge Wei of Western Chu, but with the Xiongnu Zhongxingshu, Nanliang Yang Lianting is not much more reckless than that, it turns out that all this is just a wedding dress, and it is all within the plan of the little prince.

Li Xiuce stretched out his hand and patted Xue Xiangsong's shoulder: "You are not a pure person, this king has to guard against it, although you look down on Wang Siying, but this king is more optimistic about him, but I am not sure if he is willing to stand by the king's side." If you are dedicated to assisting this king, and there are thirty years of glory and wealth, Wang Siying will also die in your hands, if you have a different heart, this king can be sure that you do not have thirty years of life, as for what, you choose. ”

Ignoring Xue Xiangsong, who was stunned, Li Xiuce walked step by step, walking towards Yu Qing and Xuan'er's residence, the black-armored dead man was silent, and followed behind Li Xiuce, like a black torrent washing Xue Xiangsong, this ambitious middle-aged man was busy coming back to his senses and followed.

Wei Mocheng walked in the air, as if walking in the rain, tiptoes on the eaves of the Qianqing Palace, one step at a time, both hands in the air stroked, the Qianlong Kanglong in the luck of the double dragon has regrets, the hidden dragon in the abyss, walking downstream of the earth, Gen Long as if awakened, gently raised his head, a weak roar of the gossamer, taking advantage of the rain falling from the sky, transformed into a thick water vapor, permeating the palace.

In an instant, the Forbidden City was foggy and silent.

Yu Qing walked in the palace with an oil-paper umbrella, his steps were hurried, splashing countless raindrops, his broken sleeves were flying, and he danced a different kind of melody in the air.

Yu Qing wanted to hurry back to Xuan'er's nest, eating Xuan'er's baked flatbread and drinking Xuan'er's porridge, which was very comfortable, but suddenly, Yu Qing stopped and looked up at the foggy night sky: "It's foggy?"

Without thinking too much, Yu Qing continued to move forward, he and Xuan'er's nest was in a corner of the palace, it was already very remote, it was a dilapidated small palace, Xuan'er personally divided the palace into three rooms and two living rooms with the screen compartment, Yu Qing painted and made some daily necessities, and a small home was formed.

It's not big, but it's warm, it's a place where Shen Ning'er, the chief manager of the inner library, wants to live but can never live in!

Coming to the residence, Yu Qing couldn't help frowning, there was no candle light, at this time on weekdays, Xuan'er was quietly waiting for her to come back, and today ...... Yu Qing didn't dare to think deeply, pushed open the door of the hall like the wind, and swept into the hall: "Xuan'er?"

No one answered, Yu Qing walked into the kitchen, reached out and touched the stove, and it was cold.

"Calm down! Calm down! Yu Qing, you have to be calm!" Sitting on the seat, Yu Qing kept saying the word calm, and suddenly, the little eunuch flew up in the air, grabbed the beam with one hand, and hooked the eaves with both feet.

An extremely fast but extremely secret sword qi slashed through the air, buzzed, and cut horizontally, like a white light, dividing the entire house into two sections, the four pillars of the top beams were broken in response, and the hem of the little eunuch Yu Qing's shirt was cut off, if it wasn't for the quick reaction of the little eunuch, it would be his new royal cat who was divided into two.

After the roof beams and pillars were broken, the house collapsed, Yu Qing fell to the ground with the roof like a leopard, kicked his feet back, pressed one hand on the ground, and inserted it into the ground.

"Drink!" Yu Qing secretly snorted, his feet suddenly exerted force, breaking through the rubble and debris, and exploding the figure, containing a palm that opened the mountain and splitting stones, and pushed it towards the person, at the same time, the leaking breath of the new royal cat rolled up dozens of rain flying swords, stabbing at the breath from all directions.

Wei Mocheng's face was expressionless, his hands were behind his back, and he let dozens of rain flying swords come to him, the flying swords were like snow meeting the scorching sun, melting in an instant, only when Yu Qing's palm fell on the chest in front of him, the old man stretched out his hand to block it, and with a bang, a dull sound echoed, and every drop of rain in front and back of the two of them was first squeezed and twisted, and then the slightest burst apart, and a thick mist like substance lingered around the body.

"Commander Zhao has indeed taught you a lot of things. Wei Mocheng said lightly, clenched his fist with one hand, pinched off Yu Qing's continuous breath, and gently pushed forward, Yu Qing spurted out a mouthful of blood, his body was like a broken kite, his back smashed on the ground, but he still couldn't vent his strength, his body was like a tile, in the puddle formed by the rain, he made a few splashes, and his back hit the palace wall, smashing out a human-shaped hole.

Tai'an City is invincible and cares about whether it is fair, Yu Qingxin is just half angry, the old man has ten fingers in both hands like hooks, and he gently swiped in the air from left to right, and ten vertical and horizontal sword qi cut through the rain curtain, cut through the air, and drove the earthquake to tremble on that side, obviously it is a means to divide the five horses of the new royal cat and break the corpse.

"For Xuan'er's little girl, you shouldn't care about dying first. ”

Wei Mocheng looked down at the little eunuch embedded in the palace wall, one move just passed, the other followed, the fingers of his right hand tapped in the air, and every time he clicked, a sword qi formed, hanging in front of him, in the blink of an eye, eighteen sword qi were like eighteen water dragons eager to try.

Wei Mocheng waved his sleeves slightly, and eighteen water dragons rushed towards Yu Qing.

The little eunuch has not yet achieved new energy, so he can only forcibly squeeze the internal force, and the blood flow accelerates, and it flows thousands of miles in an instant, which can already be compared with the deputy general of the Zhenbei Army.

At this moment, the little eunuch was burning blood to the extent of competing with Wei Mocheng, his broken sleeves were flying, wrapped in ten sword qi and eighteen water dragons, and his body that had been swaying retreated, and he didn't know how many walls he had broken, but he still couldn't stop his body.

The old man with two high collars lowered his hands, quietly waiting for the new royal cat to resist the earth-shattering blow of the weeping ghosts.

Yu Qing retreated, and his feet slid out two ripples in the rain, but this ripple was not lost in ripples, but kept rippling back and forth, and wherever it was affected, it was like boiling, churning and jumping, which was enough to show the great power of Wei Mocheng's move.