The clouds are rolling and the clouds are shu, the morning light is blooming, and the sacrifice is imminent.

However, everything was broken, and a storm was brewing on Yuhuatai.

On the Yuhua Terrace, a number of soldiers led by Zhang Tong, the court captain of the dead slave prison, first refused to kill the dead slave, and then, the Donggong guard led by Zou Bing rushed to the Jin Court to kidnap the monarch.

This Donggong uprising, which coerced the Son of Heaven to exchange for a new policy, ended in failure.

"Zhang Tong, the eunuch of the dead slave prison, has lost the emperor's grace and degraded the enemy in the Northern Desert."

"Donggong Wei led Zou Bing to hold the Son of Heaven hostage in court, the crime is unforgivable, and he is punished with whipping and corpse torture."

"Thinking that Taifu Li is old, he is quasi-to return to his hometown."

Under the Yuhua stage, the banner of the Mocang Wind Country was blown by the wind, and the palace people stood on top of the golden court, showing their majesty, and proclaiming to the outside world.

This announcement completely publicized the surprisingly quiet Yuhuatai, and some of the people who temporarily supported the East Palace were dissatisfied with this result, and raised their fists one by one to show their resistance in the face of disapproval.

"Master Taifu! Master Taifu—"

Looking at Mrs. Li, who was about to be dragged down the Yuhuatai in reverse, Zhang Tong screamed while struggling, but the old man who had taken off his official hat in court was no longer able to respond to him, only to see that his hair was a little old in the wind......

The whole world was in an uproar, as if they were all stating a fact in his ear, the East Palace was defeated, completely defeated!

Li Zhi finally fell into despair, and he still thought in his heart: Your Highness, the teacher can only do this......

"The prince has arrived—"

At this time, south of Yuhuatai in the distance, three urgent orders suddenly came from under the Kaifeng Gate-

"The prince has arrived—"

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and everyone stopped their movements and looked back incredulously:

A long figure seemed to fall from the sky, the golden mask was particularly eye-catching in the sunlight between the clouds, and a pair of jade feather eyebrows were like frost, revealing a natural desolation.

The war horse under him stepped fast, the golden crown stood proudly, the hosta crossed, and the three thousand green silks fell behind him like a waterfall arrogant, and the only golden uniform was solid.

This costume is only one person, and it is the prince of Mocang!

Who is the one who is the right person to splash the blood of the Golden Court?

What happened on this Yuhuatai today is not in time to digest......

Shocked by the momentum of swallowing mountains and rivers, the people around the congestion avoided one after another, and gave way to a road leading to the front of Yuhuatai in the middle.

"The prince has arrived—"

Emperor Mocang's eyes widened, staring at the figure coming from the horse in the distance, his hands couldn't help but clench the dragon chair, as if he was in a dream, and after a while, two words came out between his trembling lips: "Traces? ”

In the midst of the shock everywhere, a man and a horse have arrived in front of the stage, and the horse's hooves have settled slightly, and they see a long figure, like a dragon rushing to the sky, and suddenly flew onto the Yuhuatai.

"This is the real Prince of Mocang?"

"Emperor Mocang had long expected that King Chang was going to rebel, so he found a stand-in? Or was the prince only found at this time? No, no, no...... What's going on here? ”

For a while, I forgot about my fear, and someone whispered again.

The black eyes of the desert are traceless, like a long sword pointing directly at the golden court; Under the mask, the red lips are deep, locking a chilling cicada; The face of the iceberg, silent, is already treacherous.

Everywhere he went, no one did not bow down.

Emperor Mocang's round tiger eyes slowly softened, the fierceness in his eyes was replaced by kindness, and his eyes gradually became moist.

"Scar, it's really my scar that is back!"

Unable to suppress his excitement any longer, Mo Canghuang supported the dragon throne with both hands, stood up tremblingly, his feet were weak, and he tried to stabilize.

Due to the attention of the court, I wanted to appear in court to greet him, but I didn't dare to appear in court......

Until the familiar figure got closer and closer, Mo Canghuang's eyes slowly froze, this golden uniform, and the sword at his waist, this dress and that eyes that had no intersection...... However, despite the fact that he was wearing a mask, even though his dress had changed, he just knew that the person in front of him was his most beloved son, which was the induction of blood and the call of his heart!

Mo Cang Traceless finally stopped outside the Golden Court, he angrily pulled out the sword at his waist and cut off the Wind Country Banner on the Yuhua Terrace!

This move was shouted by the audience, and almost no one dared to believe that what they saw was true.

"Emperor Mocang! Let go of my teacher! ”

Mo Cang's cold gaze was raised, and he suddenly looked at the Mo Cang Emperor in the golden court.

The voice was like ice rushing to his face, freezing his voice: "Trace, you-"

Emperor Mo Cang's arm was raised, his two fingers stopped in mid-air, trembling a little, he was determined to appear in court to greet him......

Hearing this, Li Zhi's desperate eyes suddenly raised, turned his body back with all his might, and shouted with tears in his eyes: "Prince! ”

He wanted to rush back to Yuhuatai, but he was imprisoned by the soldiers in an instant, and he couldn't get out!

Seeing this scene, Mo Cang rushed to the heart of Yuhuatai angrily, and raised the golden sword in his hand-

"Zhongdong Palace listens to the order and kills me-"

Ji Qingyun rushed out of the dark pavilion, and when he saw this scene, he suddenly issued a death order, letting the troops who were ambushed around Yuhuatai in advance attack Yuhuatai!

"You're crazy—" Li Da rushed over and roared at Ji Qingyun in disbelief.

"Not at this time! When! Ji Qingyun was furious and retorted.

Before the words were spoken, soldiers rushed out of the four pavilions in a steady stream......

At the same time, a human wall was also erected outside the Golden Court.

Some of the soldiers were still fighting against the soldiers of the Mocang Emperor, and some of them had already climbed several long ladders erected in front of the Yuhua Terrace, and the weapons in their hands pointed at the Golden Court again and again. First Literary Network

Seeing this, Ting Lieutenant Zhang Tong could no longer restrain his shackles, angrily knocked the soldiers around him to the ground, and led his troops to fight.

Looking at the prince who suddenly attacked, Li Zhi's eyes were full of incredulity, and there were a thousand voices in his heart, wanting to stop the prince from doing this, but he still couldn't believe that what he saw was true.

His lips almost trembled, "No! Don't-"

Staring at the prince who was fighting bloodily on Yuhuatai, as a courtier, he once regarded him as his right-hand man, as his most beloved fourth prince, he once regarded him as the most filial and sensible child in the world, but now he took the golden sword he once gave him, and turned against him, and against his father!

Emperor Mo Cang stiffened and stood in place, his eyes cold......

"Although the birthday gift given to you by your father has been burned, however, as long as your father orders it, you can do it for you! It's just that this high-rise building has to be built layer by layer after all, and I can't wait! ”

In the Star Garden, he had already given him a hint, it was his, and it would come to him one day, he just needed to be patient and wait for it immediately.

In the Jin Ge Iron Horse, Mo Cang's traceless red gaze never moved away from Jin Ting, and he was with the person who had raised him for eighteen years again and again, and his eyes were nothing but anger and hatred!

"Why should my father bother about this, as long as the world is stable, where will there be no place for his sons? If you really give Erchen that ten thousand zhang of buildings, I am afraid that the height will be unbearable! What's more, his father once taught his sons that what the Mocang royal family wants, they will never wait and see, but will only hold it tightly in their hands. The building is too tall to be used for viewing, and sometimes, you don't have to stand on a high place to see the world. ”

What the Mocang royal family wants, they will never wait and see, they will only hold it tightly in their hands!

This is what he taught him again and again, that man, remember?

"In this case, my father promised you not to build this building again, but I hope that one day, you will not regret it."

Emperor Mocang always remembered that he had told him that he had no regrets, but one day, he still regretted it.

"No regrets."

No regrets!

Oh, yes! No regrets! He never regretted it!

"If we compare the world to a chessboard without borders, how can we ensure that the world lasts forever?"

"As long as there is no win or loss on the chessboard, this game of chess will never have an ending, and the world can live forever!"

"What if there is no win or loss on the chessboard?"

"Black and white, evenly matched, compete with each other!"

The court has been changing for decades, he has always been a white son in his hands, and Mocang Wuji is the black seed, the two are destined to compete, and as long as the black son and the white son always maintain an even state, his world can last forever!

He should have expected that from the moment Mocang Wuji was imprisoned by him in the prison of the Tianzi Dead Slave, this chessboard would eventually be subverted!

"The sons dared to use the metaphor of their father to further elaborate."

"Tell me about it."

"The eternal existence of the world and the eternal existence of the world are actually different. If you want to be Chang'an in the world, then this chess game must be divided into a winner and a loser! The winner is king! ”

What he wants is the world's eternal existence, and what he wants is the world's Chang'an! It's a pity that he never understands!

If you want Chang'an in the world, then this chess game must be won!

"Whoever stands in my way will die-"

Enemy blood splattered, and the golden sword in his hand swung out again and again, until it was closer and closer to the figure.

This time, he not only wants to win this chess game, but also to be the one who sets up the game!

The wall of people in front of him grew denser and denser until he could no longer see him.

At this moment, he completely understood that he was the opposite after all.

"Whoever dares to hurt the prince, die!" Emperor Mocang groaned, and finally waved his hand: "Release the arrow-"

In a short time, a large number of shield soldiers and archers hiding in the shadows put down the prince's rebellion.

Since yesterday I learned from the mouth of the third princess that the East Palace was going to rebel, Emperor Mocang had already deployed troops in Yuhuatai, and a mere East Palace was tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

But to his surprise, Donggong also temporarily changed its strategy, from rebellion to holding the Son of Heaven hostage to offer a new strategy.

But what he didn't understand was that knowing that this battle was to hit a stone with an egg, how could the prince be so reckless and temporarily raise troops to attack Yuhuatai.

Mo Cang stood on the Yuhua platform without a trace, looking at the warriors who were still charging down in an instant, and suddenly fell down in unison, and a trace of panic flashed in his eyes......

"Stand up! Kill! Kill! Kill! ”

He lunged at Zhang Tong, who was lying in front of a pile of soldiers full of feathered arrows, grabbed his arm, and roared orders.

Until the blood gushed out of Zhang Tong's mouth and flowed onto the armor, and the large swaths of blood on his chest gradually converged into a stream......

His eyes were full of disbelief.

Leaning on the golden sword, he slowly stood up, looking at everything around him, as if he was mourning everywhere......

In the afterglow, the human wall was slowly removed, and Emperor Mocang was safe in the court, with a serious expression.

All eyes are on the heart of Yuhuatai.

How could the pure and loyal Prince Mocang do such a thing?!

The matter is too complicated, and the hundreds of officials in the cabinet don't have time to investigate it deeply, only to see-

His angry face changed from gentle and distorted into that of an angry lion, and the fire was particularly terrifying, like a graceful cat suddenly screaming and baring its sharp teeth.

"Kill—"

His voice grew from low to high, and he gradually roared, his face turned red, then blue, and his neck swelled as if it was about to explode.

The body was like a fire, igniting the air around him, surprisingly quiet, but the air roared and tore people's heartbeats.