Outside the glass windows of the lamps and shadows, the chaotic shadow of the crowd gradually emerged, and the noisy sound of the crowd drifted into the lonely East Palace.

"What's going on out there?" Shocked by the strangeness, Mo Cang asked in a hoarse voice. The maid next to him carefully wiped the blood from the palms of his hands and the corners of his mouth.

Ashin, who came out of the inner hall with his eyebrows tight, stepped forward and replied: "Back to Your Highness, I heard...... The Chenghan Chenxi Building on Suzaku Street has gone to the water. The box in his hand was clenched tightly by him, and he hesitated to put it down.

After learning the news, Mo Cang Wuxian didn't react much, he suddenly asked, "What time is it?" ”

"There is one more moment, and it is the time of the child."

"Changing clothes." Mo Cang opened his arms and motioned for the maid to change her clothes. A cold voice floated out, and the maid did not dare to slack off, and hurriedly lowered the bloodstained brocade robe for it.

"Your Highness, do you still want to go tonight?" Ashin asked, puzzled.

Before the night banquet began, the crown prince told him the news that he was leaving the East Palace tonight. The prince never told him exactly what to do, but he dared to conclude that the matter must be the same as before.

"Go." Mo Cang waved his hand and motioned for Ashin to put the box down.

Knowing what the result was, Ashin still advised: "Your Highness is sick, and now there is chaos outside, and it must not be safe to leave at this time!" What's more, everyone knows that the enemy has not done anything so far, and there must be a conspiracy in this! If His Highness insists on leaving the East Palace at this moment, it will be difficult to guarantee that he will not be attacked by the enemy, and at that time, the consequences will be unimaginable! ”

Cold eyes stared at the box in Ashin's hand, and ordered: "Open the box, change." ”

"Please Your Highness put the East Palace first and your own safety first!" The prince's attitude was resolute, and Ashin could not obey his fate, so he had to bend down and kneel.

The atmosphere was deadlocked, and the maid who was at a loss was worried about the prince, and she also knelt down and begged: "Please Your Highness put the East Palace first and your own safety first!" ”

Taken aback by everyone's actions, Mo Cang locked his long eyebrows without a trace, swept his eyes around his body, and after a long time, his tightly closed lips and teeth finally opened: "Change!" "The sound is like a thunderbolt, and it hits people's hearts.

The prince's order was difficult to disobey, and his trembling hands slowly released the box in his hand, and presented it to the prince like a trek. The long eyelashes covered the clear tears, and the maid secretly swallowed a breath, and immediately got up, took the box, took out the shabby clothes, and finally obeyed the prince's order.

The exclamation was like a sand gull being attacked by the waves fluttering its wings in the waves, and the bustling crowd was like snowflakes blown by the wind, messing up the originally orderly Julong City, and the anxiety rewrote the original joyful faces of the crowd.

Although the light of the Buddha is gone, the Futu Palace that stands majestically in the Julong City is like washing away the lead, and it is more charming and more solemn in the cool night. However, what occupies everyone's minds is no longer this amazing palace, but the prince's tower outside the city.

"Fight the fire! Get out of town and put out the fires! ”

Passing through the crowded flow of people, stepping on the heavy snow, and walking with difficulty without a trace, at this moment, his heart was like a fire burning fiercely outside the city. Tonight, it should have been a good day, but the Son of Heaven is ruthless, his brothers and sisters are unrighteous, and in his fantasy, all the prosperity and beauty are dotted by the stars that happened in the past, like this sudden and unforeseen fire, burned out one by one.

Looking down, the cold and biting snow shackles the vast land; Who knows, the heavy snow also shackles his originally hot heart.

"Quick! Hurry" The cold wind whistled by, and the shouts melted into the cold wind and became more long.

After passing through the red walls of the corridors, rubbing shoulders with strangers in a hurry, and after a while, a knife grabbed his throat, and he couldn't withstand the frustration in his chest, and finally stopped at a criss-crossing intersection.

The intersection is a tiger that connects the west gate of Julong City to the Moon Gate and the Dongfeng Division

Whenever there is a danger or disaster in the city or outside the city, after receiving the emergency signal sent by the city of Julong City, the emergency army of the Dongfeng Division will be dispatched as soon as possible. At this moment, less than ten feet away from the tiger's mouth, the soldiers of Mo Cang and Li Sang each formed two long dragon formations, and their blades were rushing towards them like a long stream.

Looking at it, the color of the armor, one is pale, the other is bright gold, and it is distinct, which makes people's eyes shine. This was followed by horse-drawn carts laden with relief supplies. Frightened by the devouring momentum, they ran around, jumping up and down, and the palace maid and the eunuch were at a loss for a while, and finally retreated from the side by the repeated scoldings.

The matter of the water in the prince's tower outside the city had happened a quarter of an hour ago, however, these emergency troops were only dispatched at this moment, obviously, the commander sent by Mocang to take charge of the Dongfeng Division and the commander of Li Sang, in the past half a month, their task handover and cooperation work was not done well. In the past, the fire outside the city would have been extinguished long ago, or in other words, such a grand night banquet would not have happened at all.

Mo Cangwu, who stopped at the intersection, couldn't help but shiver, coughed a few times, and the breath blocked in his throat was completely released. With his hands on his knees, he bent over to relax while thinking: Now that the city is in chaos, where will the white bait and the general leave? Seeing that the time is coming, if he doesn't go to the appointment for a long time, the two of them must be very anxious! Maybe...... Maybe they won't wait any longer?

Raising his eyes shallowly, he is lonely against a pair of distant mountains with blue and cold stars, and the traces of floating clouds and waves are uncertain, which can't help but make people have thousands of thoughts; Dark thoughts, when parting from the white bait, those firm eyes were as clear as a bay of blue waves, and in an instant, they flowed into his exhausted heart.

At that time, she was set in the dim light, waiting stupidly; At this time, what he can do is to move forward steadfastly. In his life, he hated making appointments the most, it was easy to make an appointment, but it was difficult to make an appointment. Tonight, this covenant, he will not fail her!

"Ahh

A gust of wind swept by, and snow swept across his panicked face like a fluttering serden. Within a few moments, carriages flew past his frightened eyes, like sharp arrows, enough to tug at the heartstrings. At this time, half of his body had fallen on the snow on the side of the road, and he jumped out of his thoughts, and he sighed. "It's dangerous, it's dangerous!"

"You know about danger, too? Now that there are changes in the city, this tiger is in chaos, and you are still here like a stupid donkey. Young age, don't die? ”

At close distance, a shrill voice came slowly.

Mo Cang looked up without a trace, and there was an old man standing beside him, the old man was about sixty years old, dressed as a slave, his eyes were slightly squeezed into a line that was not too crowded, and he was looking at himself with a smile.

Fang Cai felt that he was being dragged by someone, and Mo Cang Wuxian completely reacted, it turned out that this old man saved him.

At this moment, he is not the prince, although the time is tight, but the number of courtesies must not be less, he did not care about the ridicule in the old man's words, and nodded at the old man without a trace: "Thank you for the old man's help, I don't know the old man's name?" ”

"Ahem! You are really ashamed of the old slave when you ask, the old slave is just a bad old slave who is about to enter the loess, how can there be any great name! The old man smiled, although the young man in front of him reacted a little slower, but his first impression of him was not bad, and then he took a hand and helped him up: "In the early years, the old slave was called warm boiled water, and they stayed in this deep palace for decades, and they were used to calling the old slave Father-in-law Wen." ”

Patting the ice slag on his shirt, Mo Cang had a pair of slender sword eyebrows, and suddenly frowned, he groped for the cuffs and in his arms twice, but it was empty, "Where is the Qiang flute?" Where's my Qiangdi? I didn't pay attention to what the old man said just now, and at this moment, my eyes and mind were suddenly occupied by the Qiang flute.

A few green threads messed up the young man's cold face, and a few insignificant pieces of broken ice slag were still stagnant on it, but under this embarrassed and haggard appearance, a pair of blue eyes flashed with an unknown light. That's how worried

In the case of burning, the temples are like cuts, and there seems to be an innate spirit condensed between the eyebrows!

In the howling cold wind, the old man stood with his hands in his hands, stared at the busy young man in front of him for a long time, and nodded secretly, with something in his eyes.

The soldiers and horses passed by, leaving behind two dark lines of snow. The snow line is like two belts that are not narrow, intertwined with the tiger's mouth, and if you look closely, there is a bit of layering. It's just that it didn't take long for the bustling noise to bustle and bustle, and the snow line was twisted and twisted, and even directly blurred, which made people feel so depressed.

After several rounds of groping, the Qiang flute that accidentally fell into the snow can be regarded as being recovered by him, "Fortunately, it was not damaged." Half-kneeling in the snow, Mo Cang covered his sleeves and carefully wiped the snow traces on the Qiang flute, his face was happy, but those two hands had already been frozen red by the biting snow.

"Young man, since the Qiang flute has been found, take advantage of the chaos in the city, hurry up and escape, the farther away the better." Although the old man looked a little old, his eyes were extraordinarily bright, and with many years of experience in seeing people, he quickly noticed the abnormality of the young man.

These days, there are countless palace maids, eunuchs, or slaves from various palaces and divisions who want to escape from Julong City, but unfortunately, there are many people in the city who have a lot of eyes, and few can successfully escape. This situation is well known to all. But there are still many people who try to flee every day, and for them, they would rather take the risk of this catastrophe than stay in this cage and be tormented by the wind man.

Therefore, they made a lot of plans, some of which were impatient, and some of which were short-term escape plans, and some of which were foolproof, long-term escape plans. Needless to say, tonight is the last step in the plans of many.

In the eyes of the old man, this ragged boy must be one of the people.

"The old man misunderstood, I didn't run away, I hurried to the dead slave prison to find two people," the unknown old man, a little hesitant, time was tight, didn't think much about it, after putting the Qiang flute into his arms, he got up and looked in the direction of the dead slave prison. "The Mocang monarch ordered the prison to be opened, the prisoners to be released, and the lamps to be lit and prayed. Do you know that in the prison of the dead slaves at this moment, where will these prisoners light the lamp? ”

At the moment, the wind is in full swing, and there are some lanterns faintly floating in the sky over the entire Julong City and Suzaku Street, and after the snow, the whole night sky is also heavy with snow, and the direction of the lanterns is really difficult to distinguish. What's more, the huge Julong City is lined up one after another, even if you are in the prison of the dead slaves, if you want to find the exact location of Bai Bait and the others, it is difficult to guarantee that you will not lose your way.

Hearing the young man's explanation and questions, the old man was really a little curious in his heart, he didn't grasp such a rare opportunity, and he actually wanted to find the dead slave in prison? Does he know what's going to happen tonight? Could it be ......

The young man in his ear called, and the old man came back to his senses and sighed in his heart: Xu has been scheming for a long time, but if there is something abnormal, there must be some suspicion. Seeing that the young man asked eagerly, he pointed in the direction of the dead slave prison and said, "To the north of Julong City, the dead slave prison is adjacent to an abandoned palace, which is called ......"

In the middle of the conversation, the old man's voice was broken!

Mo Cang asked anxiously: "What is the palace called?" ”

"That palace is called Yangchun Palace. Li Sang, three years of Qingde, the first emperor's gift, what a great honor, but it's a pity that ......" seemed to be blinded by the ethereal scenery in the distance, the old man hung half a finger in the air and read in a regretful tone, as if telling an old story, a heavy sigh floated out.

Completely ignorant of what was happening, he got a clue without a trace, and Lu Dengshi's eyes were much wider and brighter when he was moving forward, and after hurriedly saying goodbye, he planned to hurry.

After just a few steps, an indescribable worry arose, and he turned back without a trace. "Uncle, aren't you going to run away?"

The old man was still standing in the snow, looking at the direction of the dead slaves in the distance, and his eyes were a little dull.