"Your Highness, it's the guard of the Marquis of Lanyi, and there are about hundreds of people." The guards who inquired about the news galloped back.

The team stopped in the rain, and small splashes of water splashed on the robes of each of the guards.

The cold rain washed Qu Yi's face, and he ignored it, and rode his horse on.

A long line of two men came from the diagonal side, armed with spears, some carrying large black flags, and none of them wearing robes or hats.

"Please stay."

The team stopped abruptly as they were about to enter the city, and the leader of the armor-clad men urged the horses to run up, cutting off Quyi's path.

"Can you take a step to speak?" After saying this, he looked to the side.

Everyone was drenched in the rain in the open air, and they looked wolf, but this person was different, and his situation was so much better, it was simply amazing. Because he is a soldier, all men who have fought on the battlefield have a blood that others cannot match, and in the face of wind and rain and disasters, he also has a calmness that others can't match.

"What is the purpose of Lan Yihou to bring troops into Beijing? Want to help your concubine rebel? ”

Lan Yihou is in his fifties, and his face is covered with traces of time. He said: "Your Highness said that it is a trap for injustice, and the Liyang Qu clan cannot afford to bear such an infamy...... paused, he looked at the team behind him, waved his hand, and one of them saw him and immediately rode over. Lan Yihou continued, "Your Highness is also going to join the battle, but I am in too hasty, I only bring a few dozen musical instruments, and I have no weapons that are suitable, and I will not win this battle, so I brought the sword that Your Highness is used to." He told the man to come forward.

Those who came came with swords in both hands. His face was not much different from Lan Yihou, but he lacked Lan Yihou's sharpness and courage to be favored by Qu's subordinates, but despite this, he was much more favored than Lan Yihou.

"Thank you, Father." It's a good sword. Qu Yi chuckled, took his sword, and galloped towards the city gate.

Lan Yihou looked at the rain and mist, flicked his sleeves at Qu Yi's distant back, and said loudly: "Your Highness, take care." ”

"I want you to be nosy."

Why is she so uninteresting, why hasn't she left? Yuan Lingjun hesitated for a while, and in front of the man, he laboriously took off his drenched robe, raised his foot and kicked it far away, until he rolled under the lantern.

The orange lamp moved forward, and the lady with the lamp passed her and stood straight in front of a hanging painting.

Yuan Lingjun was shocked: "What are you doing?" The firelight illuminated her face.

Fan Qian pretended to be ignorant and said, "The lord has questions? The minister wants to go to his aunt's palace, but it's too far, and the minister has always taken this shortcut. ”

She even knew that this secret passage was told by Fan Jiang, or did she discover it herself?

While Yuan Lingjun was thinking about the answer to this question, Fan Qian took off the hanging painting, turned the mechanism vigorously, the wall opened the gap, and quickly knocked on an empty wall, and a dark secret passage appeared in front of the two.

Fan Qian raised the lantern and walked in front to lead the way for Yuan Lingjun, shuttling through the labyrinth of secret passages with great skill.

Yuan Lingjun followed behind Fan Qi, looking at the exposed earth and rocks around him in a novel way. Only once did she successfully reach the Chongyang Palace, and then she could no longer find the right way.

She heard some unusual sounds, and Fan Qi also stopped, stared at her, and with trembling hands, picked down a moving piece of masonry, and focused her eyes on the hole that passed through the light.

Yuan Lingjun crossed Fan Qi's shoulder, and through the slight gap, she peeked into a shaking flower gauze tent, and there must be a pair of obsessed men and women in it.

It is no secret that the boy men of the Qitang often go in and out of the concubine's dormitory, it is conceivable that the so-called good servant raised by the king of Changshan is just a cover for the absurd behavior of Fan Guifei, and even Zhao Yu of the imperial court and she also had a head and tail, and put a green hat on her father.

"It's not clear at all, so the lord should take a step forward."

Yuan Ling ignored her.

"Lord." Fan retreated to the back without a trace.

Yuan Lingjun raised her shoulders, got rid of the hand on her shoulder, and said dissatisfiedly: "What are you doing?" ”

"What do you dare to do to your lord! Chen just wanted to help his aunt. Fan Qi's faint voice sounded in the suppressed secret passage.

Yuan Lingjun was aware of Fan Qi's strangeness, and her back was suddenly pushed vigorously, the stone door was wide open, and she was already in the main hall, and the sudden light illuminated her nowhere.

"Who?"

Yuan Lingjun was afraid of sweating, and looked back behind him, the stone door had been tightly closed. Fan Qian, a slut, dared to put her together, and Yuan Ling gritted his teeth angrily and scolded.

"The secret room is too dark, since the king is here, come to the light of the main hall to speak." There was a faint sound of opening the door over there, presumably Fan Jiang got up and went to the main hall.

She had already guessed that she would come, it was terrible, and she couldn't hide anything from her. Yuan Lingjun had no way to retreat, so he had to push the door and go out.

There was a lonely lamp lit in the main hall, and Concubine Fan was sitting on the banquet in her clothes, her sideburns were not messy at all, and she looked at Yuan Lingjun with a smile.

"I just...... Just to see the mother. This is not what she wants to say at all, she wants to ask: tens of thousands of troops are stationed on the outskirts of the fields, which poses a great threat to the Lin'an princess, and they will not have good fruits to eat.

Fan Jiang is not easy to fool. made a special trip back from the county, and came in from the secret passage just to see her, and there were many nonsense.

"It would be nice if the king could still be as he was before, what to say." Concubine Fan Gui gathered her robe and stood on the banquet, her well-maintained face glowing with a girlish luster.

"My mother roasted me on the fire and made me suffer until I was ready." Yuan Lingjun met Fan Jiang's gaze.

"After the princess ascended to the pole, we are the real suffering, don't misunderstand the king."

Concubine Fan walked over, her robe spread out on both sides, the bed clothes inside were loose, and the bulging belly was still obvious.

"You ......" Yuan Ling was speechless.

Seeing her staring at her lower abdomen, Concubine Fan's slender eyebrows were raised, and she poked at her abdomen: "Oh, is the king talking about this?" She stroked it carefully, looking like it had been a few months, so she was extra careful.

"It's Zhao Ji's." Concubine Fan said lightly.

She just did things behind her father's back and the courtiers of Lin'an, and dared to leave behind the obstacles, so that her father would have no face. Yuan Lingjun felt a burst of nausea, it must have happened at her wedding, Zhao Yu was ordered to watch the ceremony, and often went in and out of Fan Jiang's dormitory......

"Since the king has come to question, he has broken the matter again...... Presumably I don't plan to walk out of the Chongyang Palace. Fan Guifei smiled at Yuan Lingjun, as if she was looking at a dying and struggling person but did not come to the rescue.

"King, the concubine won't hurt you for half a point, just borrow your king's seal for use." She walked towards Yuan Lingjun step by step, full of confidence. Before going to the county, Yuan Lingjun secretly hid the king seal, and without the king seal stamped with the silk book, no one wanted to order the Changshan army to leave Changshan without permission.

This is obviously a bureau set up in advance, and her purpose is to lure herself back to the palace and inquire about Wang Yin's whereabouts. Yuan Lingjun screamed, jumped out, retreated and approached the palace gate, and in Fan Guifei's weird laughter, Yuan Lingjun was violently spasmodic and trembling.

She's a madwoman. Yuan Lingjun retreated more than ten steps, Huo Ran turned around and ran towards the palace gate, shouting-

"Ninety thousand."

The door was sealed from the outside, and the iron armor was like a howling tide, all rushing to the shelter, showing a tendency to surround and close.

Qu Yi frowned, sat quietly on the mattress, the saber in his hand tightened tightly, and sweat penetrated his back.

"Your Highness, the guards can't support it."

Qu Yi looked at the anxious Tianbao: "If the lord is not worried about his life, we don't need to do it." ”

The timid palace people crouched in the corner and wept, the sound of the sword soldiers fighting was clearly audible, the soldiers' shouts and killings resounded one after another, and the 90,000 and the guards guarding the main hall had been trapped by the army that was pouring in like molten iron, and it was impossible to escape with their wings.

(The author said: It's almost 160,000 words, and I hope you will support it.) ）