On the first day of June in the fifteenth year of Dahuan Jingxi, the Jin'an palace in Chang'an received an urgent report from Luoyang, Kyoto.

Wang Fu Wei hurriedly handed a letter to Murong Yue, wiping his sweat and panting, obviously running too fast just now because of his impatience.

Murong Yue unfolded the letter and looked at it, his face was pale, and Beihe, who was lying on the couch, saw the posture of the two of them, and knew that something was wrong in Luoyang, so he frowned and asked in a deep voice: "Your Highness, what happened?" ”

Murong Yue tore the letter in his hand with a cold gaze, exhaled heavily, and then turned his head, walked to Beihe's couch, sat down, and said dejectedly: "The official Shangshu Lu Ge sent a letter, saying that my father is seriously ill and asked me to return to Beijing quickly!" "It's really a wave of unsettled, Chang'an is in danger, Luoyang is uneven, if you go back, Beihe is sick, Chang'an is besieged, he is extremely uneasy. If he doesn't go back, if his younger brother takes the plane to ascend to the throne, then all these years of hard work will be in vain, and it will be a real headache and a dilemma.

When Beihe heard this, he immediately understood the key point, but Emperor Yan was sick at this time, and he was extremely sick, whether it was a real illness or a fake disease, or someone did it intentionally. However, with Beihe's understanding of Emperor Yan, he should not pretend to be sick, so it is very likely that Murong Xi wants to take the opportunity to seize power.

"Your Highness, this should be the prince's handiwork!" Beihe is powerless,

"What?" Murong Yue raised his head sharply and said in a panic: "Sir, are you saying that my father's serious illness is related to Murong Xi?" ”

"Your father's body has always been tough, why is he seriously ill at this time, I think it must be the crown prince who thinks that His Royal Highness and the eldest prince are using troops in the two realms, and he is afraid that you will be in power. robbed him of the crown prince, so when everyone is unprepared, he will ascend to the throne first! Beihe said coldly.

"In my opinion, should I go?" Murong Yue slowly raised his eyebrows and looked at Beihe, his eyes were churning with worry and uneasiness, and an unprecedented fear suddenly arose in his heart, and he was uneasy for a while.

Beihe took his worries in his eyes and looked at him in a daze, with a little reluctance in his eyes, even a hint of restraint. It's like looking at a child who is about to be separated. So distressed and helpless.

If you don't go, there will be great changes in Beijing, how can Murong Yue be willing to go. There is danger!

"Your Highness. The old man doesn't want you to go. After the two looked at each other for a long time, Beihe spoke slowly, even if the seat was temporarily lost. As long as he gets through the current crisis, he can also help Murong Yue regain it, but if he is allowed to go to Luoyang alone, everything is not well prepared, and he has a few chances of winning, in case something happens to him, then it will be too late to regret everything, and Beihe, who has been arrogant for half his life, only wants to seek stability this time.

But Murong Yue didn't think so.

Murong Yue thought that Beihe would approve of him going, but Beihe spoke out against it, which surprised him very much, "Sir, why?" Sir, think about it, he Murong Xi created this bureau, I can also let it be used for my own use, once I ascend to that position, it will be convenient for the situation in Chang'an, I can no longer be bound by the court, and I can show my skills! Murong Yue's eyes shone brightly, and the repeated confrontations with the forces in the DPRK and China made him a little physically and mentally exhausted, and he couldn't bear it anymore for the prince who obstructed him in every way, he and Beihe had already set up chess pieces in the court, so they all came in handy this time, and if they succeeded in one fell swoop, the big thing could be decided.

Take a step back and think about it, as long as Luoyang is captured, even if Chang'an is lost, he can take it back one day. Obviously, he and Beihe thought of a piece, but in opposite directions.

Beihe looked at him slightly, how could he not understand what Murong Yue said, if you succeed, everything will be fine, and if you lose, you will be defeated, and there will be no chance to turn over.

Often at this time, the calmness and stability of an old man and the eagerness of a young man can be seen at a glance.

However, the future is unknowable, and no one can guarantee who will win, in other words, if Murong Yue does not go, Luoyang will definitely fall into the hands of Murong Xi, and if Murong Yue goes, Chang'an will still have Beihe, and Luoyang can also fight, after all, there are forces of Jin'an Wangfu in the court and in the palace.

After thinking about it, Beihe took a breath and said firmly: "Okay, Your Highness, Chang'an has me, but please pay attention to your safety and don't act recklessly!" "Beihe is worried that he will be in danger by rushing forward.

Murong Yue nodded heavily and said, "Yue understands!" Please rest assured, Mr., then Chang'an will be handed over to Mr.! ”

"Your Highness, rest assured!" Beihe looked at him warmly, he looked at the child he was raising by his hand, his arm moved slightly, as if he wanted to touch him, but he didn't reach out after all.

Beihe glanced at Wei Miao, who was standing outside, and said loudly: "Wei Miao! ”

Hearing this, Wei Miao immediately stepped in, arched his hand and said, "Your Highness, sir!" ”

"You take half of the guards of the palace, personally escort His Highness, and go to Luoyang overnight, remember not to leave His Highness! You have only one mission, and that is to ensure the safety of His Highness! Beihe commanded heavily.

Wei Miao's eyes lit up, and he said respectfully: "Wei Miao, swear to protect His Highness!" ”

When Beihe heard the word "death", his eyes flashed with a hint of melancholy, and then he regained his calm expression, and said lightly: "Okay, you go down immediately and prepare, and set off in half an hour!" ”

"No!" Wei Miao said that, immediately retreated, and hurriedly left the house.

Beihe turned his head, leaned forward, and solemnly instructed Murong Yue: "Please ask Your Highness to send someone to contact the guard Zhao Xiang first, so that he can firmly control the Xiyang Gate, and in addition, you must pay close attention to the prince's actions and guard the guards of the prince's East Palace." When Zhao Xiang controls the palace gate and secretly enters the city with three thousand iron armors, he will say that the prince is plotting to kill His Majesty, and His Royal Highness will go to rescue him, as long as he can control His Majesty, the rest....It will be up to His Highness himself...."Beihe's voice was slow, he sat upright slowly, and looked at Murong Yue with a faint gaze, he didn't say the rest of the words, and Murong Yue also understood. As for whether he wants to kill his father to succeed to the throne or coerce the Son of Heaven to order the ministers, it depends on Murong Yue himself.

Murong Yue smiled slightly bitterly when he heard this, if he really got to that point, he didn't know what he would do, but he must control Miyagi, there is no doubt about it, but because he was busy with the war, he didn't know how far Murong Xi had prepared. But he is not optimistic about his younger brother who only knows how to eat, drink and have fun, even if he has scheming, he will not be able to become a climate in a short time, so Murong Yue decided to take this risk.

"Good. I understand, if even Murong Xi can't fight, how can he convince the courtiers! Please rest assured, Mr. guards Chang'an, I will definitely Ding Luoyang! Murong Yue's eyes widened, and a raging fire ignited in his heart, since God wanted to play such a joke on him and make him trapped in his abdomen, then he had to put it to death and come back to life and break through from the inside. Take the royal power into your own hands. He can guide the country and wave thousands of miles!

"Uh-huh," Kitazuru nodded, "Please rest assured, Your Highness." I will definitely defend Chang'an! "The North Crane is also determined. No matter how bad the situation is. He has a way to repel the attack of the Huan army, because he still has two trump cards, of course. One of these tricks should never be used unless it is absolutely necessary.

The two looked at each other for a long time, seeing each other's determination and perseverance, as well as worry and reluctance.

A young coach will run on a road of no return, success is king, defeat is a coward!

An old military advisor will face the most difficult battle in his life, and if he wins, he will have no worries, and if he loses, he will be critical!

Beihe suddenly stood up, stood up, and bowed to Murong Yue, "Your Highness, be careful in everything!" ”

Murong Yue held him steadily, looking at this teacher, friend, and even...father....now his temples are gray hair, like an old man overnight, which makes people regret, so he was moved and said: "Mr. is not only my teacher, but also..." It was the North Crane who gave him a completely different world.

"It's more... Like a friend, like a father..."Murong Yue's eyes flashed with tears, and his voice was slow, with a hint of hoarseness and trembling.

When Beihe heard this, he trembled, and a line of old tears fell, he paused, and suddenly knelt down, "Your Highness...."

Seeing this, Murong Yue supported him again and again, and knelt down, "Sir...."

The two held each other's arms, looked at each other, and did not speak, many years of emotion seemed to burst out at this moment, so many years, Beihe treated each other with all his heart and regarded him as his own, and Murong Yue never had a trace of suspicion towards Beihe, and the unreserved trust made the relationship between the two as solid as a rock.

In the end, Murong Yue stabilized his mind, helped Beihe up, and said with a smile: "Sir, I'll leave first, please take care of me!" ”

Beihe looked at him, his lips were as white as tissue paper, he trembled slightly, and he didn't say half a word.

Murong Yue smiled, then gradually lowered his hand, then turned his head and strode forward.

Beihe stretched his neck and looked at the fluttering back of his black clothes, his eyes were nostalgic and worried, like a father looking at his children on an expedition, gradually drifting away...

That night, Murong Yue took three thousand elite horsemen with extraordinary martial arts and ten guards to Luoyang, the eastern capital, in the starry night.

What awaits him in Randong is a larger conspiracy......

Along the way, Murong Yue was carefully thinking about how to act, because he knew that every next move was related to the survival of the Jin'an Palace, and his life and death were all entrusted to this gamble.

In the middle of the night, Murong Yue had already arrived at Zhang Fangqiao in the west of Guocheng outside Luoyang, and he led everyone into the city quietly in the morning, and then, Murong Yue asked his men and horses to continue to run quietly towards Xiyang Gate.

When Murong Yue approached Xiyang Gate, he saw that Zhao Xiang, the guard commander, and Lu Ge, the secretary of the ministry, had already brought a team of men and horses and were waiting for him at a corner.

As soon as the two of them saw Murong Yue, they immediately greeted him, "Your Highness! The two of them bowed their hands in unison.

Murong Yue looked at Zhao Xiang and Lu Ge, and saw that the two of them looked solemn, and his heart was quite moved, "Thank you two adults!" What is the situation in Beijing? Is there any movement in the defenders of the city? ”

Lu Ge replied: "Your Highness, the defenders in the city will not act rashly without His Majesty's hand, and the guards of the Prince's East Palace have not moved so far, and the guards of the city gate are in the hands of Lord Zhao, the only thing that worries is the Yulin Army beside His Majesty!" ”

"Okay, this king's armor soldiers are all capable iron guards who are one in a thousand, they have all been born and died with me for many years, these Yulin troops are not their opponents!" Murong Yue said confidently, and after that, he looked at Zhao Xiang and asked, "Lord Zhao, can all the palace gates be arranged?" ”

Zhao Xiang bowed down and said: "Back to Your Highness, Xiyang Gate has been controlled by my people, and Lu Gate also has our people, as long as we arrive, we can enter the palace city!" ”

"Good!" Murong Yue's face was overjoyed, and then he looked up at the solemn Xiyang Gate in the distance, his pupils shrank, and his heart was awe-inspiring, and then he calmed down and said calmly: "The prince tried to murder His Majesty, please follow me into the palace to capture the thief and escort him!" ”

Hearing this, the two of them turned pale, and said in unison, "We will follow His Highness to capture the thief and escort it!" ”

"Enter the palace!" Murong Yue waved his long sword, and then everyone abandoned their horses and ran quickly towards Xiyang Gate.

With Zhao Xiang's token, everyone passed through Xiyang Gate with ease. Zhao Xiang then arranged for people to guard the Xiyang Gate, the position of the Xiyang Gate to the east to the middle of the imperial city is the south gate of the palace city, as long as you pass through the Lu Gate, you can go directly to the Yan Emperor's bedroom, when Murong Yue and his party quickly approached the Lu Gate, Murong Yue suddenly had a faint worry in his heart, because the surroundings were too quiet, and the silence was a little terrifying.

Soon, everyone arrived outside the Lu Gate, and Zhao Xiang immediately asked the guards to light three torches. Murong Yue looked at the guards on the city wall with cold eyes, and his heart was very nervous.

Wei Miao and Lu Ge, who were standing behind him, also wiped the sweat on their foreheads slightly.

Everyone stared at the door with bated breath, and as the night deepened, there was only the faint sound of breathing. Under the silence swelled a strong expectation and desperate ruthlessness and determination.

After a while, the door finally opened slowly, and Murong Yue breathed a sigh of relief, and the restlessness at that moment just now turned into fiery courage.

However, as the door opened, Murong Yue's face froze, and Zhao Xiang, Wei Miao, and Lu Ge behind him jumped between their eyebrows.

Because inside the gate, there is Emperor Yan's personal guard Yulin Zhonglang General Qingyi, and the Yulin Army behind him.

Murong Yue's heart sank, could it be that they had already prepared? Or have their own actions been leaked? In just a moment, Murong Yue's mind was quickly thinking of countermeasures. As soon as Qingyi came, it meant that Emperor Yan already knew that he had returned to Luoyang City. Is it retreat or advance? Murong Yue hesitated for a moment.

Compared with the pale faces of everyone outside the door, Qingyi stepped forward unhurriedly, and arched his hand towards Murong Yue: "Dare to ask Your Highness, why did you bring troops into the palace late at night?" Qingyi is neither humble nor arrogant, not in a hurry, and his expression is calm as usual.

Murong Yue smiled proudly, sailing against the current, if he didn't advance, he would retreat, he understood this truth, so he said coldly: "This king received a secret report that the prince was poisoned, causing his father to be critically ill, and this king naturally wants to come to escort him!" ”

"So His Highness sneaked into the palace overnight with a soldier, right?" Qingyi also did not show weakness, as Emperor Yan's personal guard, everything was to ensure the safety of Emperor Yan. Anything else wasn't for him to think about.

Murong Yue smiled coldly and said proudly: "Qingyi, the prince is a disaster for the palace city, and if he wants to persecute his father, you'd better get out of the way quickly, otherwise Hugh blames the king for being ruthless!" Murong Yue's eyes swept angrily, and the majesty of the king was fully revealed. At this time, there was no way out except to fight, Murong Yue sighed secretly in his heart.

Just that cold glance swept away the heat of this summer night. (To be continued......)