Most of the defenders in Gyeonggi were controlled by the three princes, and the situation in Gyeonggi was critical at the moment. Concubine Mo Guifei would not tell the truth to those concubines, but Lan Junyao and the others knew it.

The concubines who got Mo Guifei's on-demand returned to their palaces one by one with complicated feelings, and their hearts were really troubled. What Concubine Mo said was true, and this was exactly what they were worried about. The forces in the harem are intricate and widely implicated, and that is when the old emperor is still alive. Now that there is turmoil in the court, there is Mo Guifei controlling the imperial city inside, and the three princes are waiting for him outside, and it is not a simple role anywhere.

Among these women, except for some people who originally belonged to Concubine Mo's side, the rest of them were a little troubled. In the past battles for the throne, if the king is defeated or defeated, if the wrong treasure is pressed, there will be dozens of people in the whole family, and no one will live. When they were sent to the palace by their father and brother, they were not only involved in their own interests, but today's choice is even more important to them.

The siege equipment arrived one after another, and the three princes and his entourage set up camp outside the imperial city, and his troops regularly attacked the city, relying on the advantage of a large number of people, so that the defenders were tired and helpless.

The lack of moon gradually dissipates, and the orange sky is soft for walking, but Gyeonggi is not as lively as before. It was supposed to be morning time, but now the streets were bleak, and there was not even a ghost. Doors are closed, and the morning breeze blows the fallen leaves into the distance.

The air conditioning in the Qianyuan Hall was dripping, and the old emperor's body was surrounded by a circle of ice blocks that could reflect the human figure, and only the ghosts in the hall were strictly guarded, and even Ling Yi moved to the side hall. He is suffering at the moment, if it is not a last resort, how can he stay here. It's just that the little girl is cunning, and he has to be on guard at all times.

The ghost saw sorrow and rubbed his hands that had lost his temperature, and used his internal strength to resist the cold air. He glanced at the wooden door of the inner sanctum, closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, if it weren't for the snort, he was afraid that it would really make people think that this person had been sitting in meditation.

After a night's rest, the blood in Ling Yi's eyes receded a lot, and he allowed the maid to trim his face for him, and when he left the house, he seemed to be able to see the handsome young man in the past.

Last night, the noise did not stop, he glanced at the direction of the city gate, his face was unconcealed sorrow, the spies sent to find reinforcements have not heard from him so far, I don't know if the starling can come back in time, Ling Yi let out a sigh.

Just as the door of the first room opened, Lan Junyao, who only used a silver hairband to coil up her long hair, walked out, and she changed into an ivory shirt, although it was a man's dress, the dress fit very well. She strode down the steps, as if she didn't notice Ling Yi on the side.

I only rested for two hours last night, and now I feel tired. There are ghosts guarding the old emperor, and it is not easy to find a chance to start. If the three princes are used to disrupt and lead him to attack the imperial city, there will definitely be an opportunity to take advantage of it, but if he does this, the internal strife in the Dongling Empire will definitely break out. Ling Yi and An Ning and the others will still be implicated, although she hates the old emperor in her heart, but she can't be ruthless to make innocent people suffer.

Lan Junyao weighed it several times in her heart, and finally made a decision. The lip flap was bitten by her and lost her eyes, if it really didn't work, she let the shopkeeper Lin tremble with the ghost, and he will see the opportunity to act again. Now, it doesn't matter if you will expose your hidden power.

Mo Shi was like a shadow behind her, since he rushed back from the border pass, he had not had a day to rest, there was a blue and white bruise under the corner of his eye, and his eyes had lost their former brilliance. He looked at the slightly lonely figure in front of him, and there was a suspicious uncontrollable throbbing pain in his heart.

Mo Shi glanced at the direction of the city gate, if the master did not return for a day, he would take the place of the master to protect Miss Lan. According to her temperament, she will definitely refuse to give up if she does not avenge her parents, that Guiguzi is unfathomable, and it is not easy to do it under his strict protection, thinking like this, Mo Shi can't help but hope that the master can quickly receive the news from Gyeonggi and rush back.

There were not only Ling Yi who went to the border to deliver the letter with Ling Qixuan, but Mo Shi also sent people to rush to the border day and night on fast horses, just afraid that it would delay the big event if it was too late. The two sides set off one after the other, but they gradually narrowed the distance.

The turmoil in Gyeonggi could not be concealed by Lu Zhirun's spies in Gyeonggi, and as early as when the three princes were in full swing to prepare for the incident, someone passed the news back to the master. How could someone as calculating as him miss such a good opportunity?

Ling Qixuan and Lu Zhirun received news one after another, Nanshuang has been much quieter in the past few days, and the soldiers have been able to rest for a while. This secret protection of Gyeonggi had just arrived, and Ling Qixuan was suddenly shocked in his heart, he didn't expect that person to suddenly let go. According to the letter, the situation in Gyeonggi is not optimistic.

There is Lu Zhirun eyeing him here, and the family behind him is in turmoil, how to make a decision, Ling Qixuan was troubled for a while. He could think of Lu Zhirun, and thinking of the war in the past few days, Ling Qixuan's frowning brows only stretched slightly.

Shuang Xiujing is the apprentice of the old man of Nanshan, and his ability must not be underestimated. It's just the first time to lead the army, and the technique is a little immature. After this training, the kind of killing decisiveness that melted into the bones was gradually revealed, and it can be seen that it didn't take long for him to be a rare general.

If the Southern Frost Kingdom is really in charge of him, he will definitely be a rare opponent in the future. After a few days of contact, Ling Qixuan gave him such a high evaluation. In this way, it is not impossible to entrust the affairs of the border to him. Thinking of this, Ling Qixuan was not at ease. Lan Xiang and his wife died because of that person, and they were afraid that it would be difficult for her to look good when they returned to Beijing.

Ling Qixuan thought about it for a long time, but still informed Lan Qingyue of the matter. Such a big matter, even if he has the intention to hide it, he can only hide it for a few days at most, and if he lets others take advantage of it, it is better to tell him about it first.

Smelling that both parents were gone, it was actually the emperor who was ruthless to prevent the Lan family, Lan Qingyue's eyes were about to crack for a while, and even with the gaze that looked at Ling Qixuan, she also carried five points of killing intent. The look in his eyes turned into ten thousand sharp blades, and he shot towards Ling Qixuan mercilessly. Thinking of her sister who was still trapped in Gyeonggi, her face changed again.

The hatred in his chest was hard to express, but he also knew that Lan Junyao was even more sad than him at this time. He turned his back, restrained himself from using him to vent his anger on impulse. The green tendons on his clenched fists burst out, and he was not without irony in his heart, he was here to fight for his Ling family, and what happened to his father and mother, he couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

Ling Qixuan glanced at Lan Qingyue appreciatively, his heart was really rare, if he rashly attacked him, he would definitely not be able to beat himself. It's just that for Lan Junyao's sake, he can't hurt Lan Qingyue, so he can still control himself, so he doesn't have to do it himself.

Ling Qixuan summoned the guards who were guarding outside the tent and ordered him to invite Shuang Xiujing over. He informed him of his plans in detail, and did not shy away from Lan Qingyue, who was sitting on the side with a complicated face.

After hearing the reason for the incident, Shuang Xiujing's heart also swelled with strong worries, and he couldn't wait to leave the incident here and go to Dongling Gyeonggi immediately. It's just that he can't, the Southern Frost Country can't fall into the hands of Lu Zhirun, and Ling Qixuan is sure to return to the country to quell the civil strife. If he leaves rashly, he is afraid that the hard work of these days will be ruined, Lu Zhirun will annex the Southern Frost Empire, and attack Dongling again, and none of the four countries will be able to resist his edge.

After pondering for a while, Frost Xiujing should be under the control, and he will guard this side, and he will not let Lu Zhirun take advantage of it in the slightest. Before he could continue to speak, Ling Qixuan glanced at him, and they both understood the meaning in their respective eyes.

"The Eighth Prince of Lao took care of my junior sister, and I will thank you again another day. "Shuang Xiujing is not at ease with Lan Junyao in Gyeonggi, so earnestly entrusted.

"It's a matter of duty. The two sides were equal in the exchange of words, Ling Qixuan didn't like his attitude, not to mention the burning gaze when Shuang Xiujing looked at Yaoyao, how could he not know what it meant.

Shuang Xiujing comforted Lan Qingyue, who had been sitting quietly, a few more words, and glanced at Ling Qixuan, before exiting the tent and starting to arrange the guards.

There is an uncertain factor in Gyeonggi with the three princes, and the situation should not be delayed. Ling Qixuan summoned a few generals under his tent, selected three people to return to Beijing with him, and the rest guarded the border passes, assisting Shuang Xiujing to deal with Lu Zhirun, in order to relieve the siege of Nanshuang as soon as possible. He personally arranged everything in every detail, and only when the sun set in the west did he breathe a sigh of relief.

The generals who had received the order hurriedly returned to pack their bags, and when the moon was in the middle of the day, they hurried back to Gyeonggi overnight.

Lu Zhirun's spies reported the rebellion of the three princes, and at that time he was playing against an old man, and the white son gradually surrounded the sunspot on the chessboard, and saw that the sunspot was about to be defeated. The old man on the other side had a thin layer of sweat on his head, and he felt like he was sitting on pins and needles, and it happened that this spy rescued him, and the old man's heart was filled with gratitude.

Lu Zhirun was dissatisfied because the chess game was interrupted, but when he took the secret letter and looked at it, the displeasure on his face disappeared completely, and he half-squinted as if he wanted to stare at the secret letter in his hand out of a hole, with a deep smile in his eyes.

The spy, who was half-kneeling on the ground, felt the pressure around him disappear suddenly, and his back straightened slightly, thinking that it was no big deal.

The old man sitting with him didn't know what was going on, it was rare to see the master show such a sincere smile, he didn't want to, a robe came down from the couch, and arched his fist: "The master is very happy." ”

Hearing this, Lu Zhirun's face smiled even more, it was really a godsend, Ling Qixuan's difficulty was beyond his expectations, in the past few days, the war had also reached a stalemate, and he didn't want God to borrow the east wind. He had to make a good plan, and even if he wanted to go back to quell the chaos, he couldn't let him go too smoothly.

Throwing the secret letter to the old man, Lu Zhirun said, "What is the solution?"

The old man didn't shirk it, took the secret letter and looked at it confidently, and at the end he was as happy as Lu Zhirun. The old man's eyes rolled, and then he whispered in Lu Zhirun's ear, and Lu Zhirun praised him: "Good idea." ”