In the East Palace of Wangcheng, in the small study room of the side hall, the morning sun falls on the bookcase in front of the window.

Prince Mo stood in the middle of the room dressed in water-colored clothes, combed a black silk under the white jade crown, flipped through a piece of music in his hand for a while, and threw it on the ground.

Xiao Xizi silently crawled over there, hugged the song fold into his arms, and placed it on the bookcase along with several books that had been thrown away by the master before.

"I don't know what to do all day long, and I don't know what the people's livelihood is. Look at this Liu Renhu, you're worried about Lonely. Audacious and reckless who doesn't know what to say, he has repeatedly slandered the king, and wants to give a concubine to Gu!" Mo Lian picked up the red pen and drew a big cross directly on Liu Renhu's fold!

"Don't approve it!"

Huifeng was like a pillar, standing beside the prince, and his eyebrows did not move when he heard the words, but the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

"There are one more, two, three, four, five! The courtiers who are lonely and heartbroken, all of them follow Liu Renhu! Hehe, it's very good. Mo Lian drew a cross on several folds in a row, and then threw a bunch of things to the eunuch who was in a cold sweat on the side.

"What did you just say. The prince turned around, with a hint of sternness in his phoenix eyes, and looked at the guards standing by the door.

The guard felt cold all over his body inexplicably, and hurriedly said respectfully, "Beiying, who went to Qinghe Town to clear the corpse puppets, is currently besieged in the town, waiting for rescue. ”

"That's right! Liu Renhu and they have nothing to do, let them go to Qinghe Town with the army to kill the corpse puppet. ”

What's the horse?

The eunuch in charge of the pestle on the side, the fold in his hand almost fell to the ground. Oh, and my jaw almost fell to the ground......

Xiao Xizi picked up the folds on the ground, trotted all the way to the prince's side, and reminded in a low voice, "Your Highness, that Liu Renhu is the left waiter of the Ministry of Rites, and he is a civil ......." ”

"What's wrong with the clergy. Now that the corpse puppets are in chaos everywhere, he is a seven-foot man, and even women, children and children are fighting, why can't he fight?"

So, half an hour later, Liu Renhu, the left attendant of the Ministry of Rites, together with the mansion of the other five adults, received an edict from the prince at the same time, and ordered six people to go to Qinghe Town with the army to participate in the rescue work......

Nima feels like the sky is going to fall!

The Liu family cried and wiped their tears, hugged Lord Liu's thighs and cried.

Lord Liu wanted to cry more than anyone else, and since the King of Hands dropped his will to go to Hongshan, Lord Liu felt that the whole person was not good.

The eyelids have been beating for some reason these days.

Sure enough, today is the omen!

Lord Liu wanted to cry without tears, holding his wife and children, the family hugged their heads and cried, and in the end, several Nanying guards felt that Lord Liu was too abrasive, so they forcibly pulled away the old man, and the two of them stood up one by one and moved Lord Liu on the horse.

The guards obeyed the prince's edict and went to the mansions of the adults one by one, and no matter how they made trouble, they all tied their horses one by one.

After sending the adults out of the royal capital with the army, someone returned to the East Palace to report.

The prince was silent for a while when he heard this, and then said, "Lonely remember, this Qinghe town seems to be not far from Xijiu City. ”

"I want the current news of Xijiu City. ”

"Yes. "Returning to the wind and leading the way, leave quickly.

The prince was a little unintentional, sitting by the bookcase and holding the pen, and did not move for a long time.

After a long time, he asked, "Gong Chang'an." ”

"The old slave is here. The eunuch in charge responded in a cold sweat, only to feel that the prince's voice was extremely lonely, as if he was in a very bad mood.

"How many recitals do you have left behind?"