In a square in the north of Luoyang City, the noisy crowd suddenly quieted down, and a group of people in black uniforms escorted a barefoot man to the center.

The barefoot man was ragged, covered in bruises, and left blood-stained footprints on the bluestone streets he staggered through, his eyes were blank and he didn't say a word.

"Who is that, and how did they get escorted here by the people of the Fifth Division?"

"I heard that he broke into Prince Gong's mansion last night and was caught by the people of the Fifth Division." There was talk in the crowd.

"What do you see is that? It's Lyria. ”

"The Fifth Division is going to execute him with a cloak. Third brother, haven't you seen it? Come and see. "Someone beckoned his brother to come.

Jing Ge had just come down from Luoshan, passing by this group of black-pressed audiences, and stopped to take a second look.

"The Fifth Division wants to execute a prisoner? What is Demoiselle? Jing Ge asked curiously the person who had just called his third brother over.

"I don't even know about Demoliqué?" The man glanced at him, then stared intently at the center of the room, as if he were watching a wonderful play, not wanting to miss a moment.

"Dancing is to put a prisoner in a special cloak and then set him on fire. The garment was woven from grease-soaked wick vines, which were so tough that they would not be burned by fire. It lit a small fire, and it slowly roasted the prisoner inside, and the last time the person was in it lasted an hour before dying. ”

Jing Ge's brows furrowed involuntarily after hearing this. Roasting a person to death in this way can be imagined how much pain the prisoner will endure before he dies.

He looked around, and there were many onlookers, men, women, and children.

"Isn't that cruel? Why did you call your little brother over to see you? Jing Ge said to the man just now.

"It's none of my business to be cruel or not, I'm just watching the fun." After he finished speaking, he walked to the other side and ignored Jing Ge again.

"Bet, bet, guess how long this lasts." Some people even started a gambling game and shouted loudly.

"This one is so strong, it must last longer than the last one, and I bet a tael of silver for more than an hour." Someone bets.

Jing Ge's eyes narrowed slightly, and he stepped back a little, most of the onlookers were civilians, didn't the Fifth Division do this to bluff them and establish prestige in their hearts.

Shouldn't they sympathize with the tortured person, feel grief and indignation, and then unite against the atrocity? And now I feel fresh and excited. This made Jing Ge feel a little lamented by their insensitivity and ignorance.

In the restaurant next to the square, a graceful and luxurious lady looked indifferently through the window at everything below. Behind him stood a fair-skinned servant with a gloomy face, his pale and slender ten fingers clasped in front of him.

The woman looked down in a daze, motionless, like a jade carving.

The men of the Fifth Division had already lassoed the prisoner and set it on fire at the feet. The subtle flames pulsed and spread slowly. The big man began to moan in pain, then to an irrepressible howl. The gradual screams were like the roar of a dying beast, and it was no longer possible to distinguish whether it was a human voice.

He rolled around the field, ran and jumped, moved to a corner with difficulty, hit it hard, and tried to kill himself. The wick vine wrapped around his whole body, and it was extremely elastic, and he could not move, and such an impact could not make him unconscious.

He howled in despair and turned around to see a man in green clothes standing on a wooden stand, his longbow slowly raised. He nodded at him gratefully, trying his best to keep himself from struggling.

Jing Ge pursed his lips lightly after receiving his signal, released the bowstring with his right hand, and an arrow passed through the crowd and accurately nailed into the center of his eyebrows.

"Who is it? Dare to interfere with the law enforcement of the Fifth Division. The man in black from the Fifth Division shouted.

The audience beside Jing Ge moved away with a thunderous attitude, and in a moment, the people in that direction walked empty. The vendor who sold bows and arrows didn't even dare to take the stall, and Jing Ge raised his hand to throw the longbow back into his stall.

"The prince of Zhenguo. I'm sorry to have accidentally shot your death criminal. Jing Ge replied lightly.

The men in black hesitated slightly.

"The Son of Heaven broke the law and committed the same crime as the common people. What about the prince of Zhenguo, please follow the rules and follow us. Two people walked out of the corner of the street, it was Mo Kun and a confidant subordinate, and the subordinate said this.

"Bring him to me." The woman in the restaurant spoke.

"Yes."

Jing Ge looked at Mo Kun and just wanted to say something. I heard someone next to me say, "Mo Yushi, my master wants to see him." ”

Jing Ge turned his head to look at the feminine and pale man who came out of nowhere.

When Mo Kun saw this person, he bowed and saluted, and then waved his hand away from the people of the Fifth Division. "That being the case, farewell."

He was a little surprised in his heart, that person was here, why did she run out?

"Your Royal Highness, please." The man led the way sideways.

Jing Ge thought for a while, followed the man into the restaurant, and came to the woman's private room. The woman in the patterned brocade still looked out the window indifferently. With his back to Jing Ge, he didn't move. Jing Ge felt a little lonely.

Jing Ge looked at her calmly and did not speak.

I don't know how long it took for her to turn around slowly, as if she suddenly remembered that there was such a person as Jingge here.

"I've seen the Queen Mother." Jing Ge bowed.

The woman was not young, her skin was still fair, there was no wrinkle on her face, and she looked about the same age as Jing's mother. When she saw Jing Ge saluting calmly, her phoenix eyes widened a little imperceptibly.

"How do you know who I am?" She asked, without the slightest deliberateness, and there was a natural air of superiority in her tone.

"The He's jade pendant on your waist is a rare tribute, Mo Kun was faintly frightened when he saw this father-in-law before, I think there are not many people in the imperial capital who can make Mo Kun frightened." Jing Ge replied.

"Come to think of it, this should be Zhao Xian and Zhao Gonggong, one of the three powerhouses of Weiyang Palace." Jing Ge looked at the white man.

The man nodded with an unpredictable smile on his lips.

"Not bad." The woman stared at Jing Ge and said this, not knowing whether it was praise or something else. Jing Ge met her gaze and looked at each other without flinching.

He noticed that the man's gaze wandered over him, as if trying to see him thoroughly. Extremely domineering and aggressive, but his eyes contain indescribable complexity. This made Jing Ge feel a little uncomfortable, touched his nose in embarrassment, and coughed dryly.

It's really like, it's just carved out of a mold, the woman stared at Jing Ge with a slight distraction.

This is what he looked like when I first saw him, with an unremarkable but angular face and a resolute and deep gaze. Even the little habits are very similar to that person, touching the nose when embarrassed, and frowning lightly when thinking about things.

It's just that he obviously feels confused and confused, and he has to pretend to be very calm and calm, inheriting his father's voice. But the temperament is with the cunning slut. It's their son after all. Thinking of this, she was a little disgusted.

"Did she send you here because she was afraid that I would attack him? If I try to kill him, it won't matter if anyone comes. The woman said coldly behind Jing Ge.

"I have seen the Empress Wu, His Royal Highness is the son of the Duke of Zhenguo, loyal and patriotic, how could Niangniang make a move on him." Aunt Lan, who was standing behind Jing Ge, replied.

"Hmph." Empress Wu snorted coldly.

The tree is very popular, I don't know how many people are secretly staring at her, thinking that even the martial queen who listens to the government will not easily kill the descendants of the prince, Jing Ge did not make any big mistakes.

Naturally, Empress Wu wouldn't make a move on him, so what did his mother do when she sent Aunt Lan over? Is it because of the person from outside the city?

He felt a flame in the extreme distance outside Luoyang City, approaching Luoyang City at an incredible speed. Without the slightest concealment, he approached with intense anger. The power of this flame was beyond anyone he had ever perceived, almost comparable to the power hidden within him.

The ultimate king realm powerhouse!

"Who's that man?" Empress Wu looked at Aunt Lan. She asked calmly, not because she was worried, but just curious about who the man was. There are very few powerhouses in the king realm in the world, how could an unknown one suddenly appear.

"Father-in-law Zhao should remember who came." Aunt Lan replied.

Zhao Xian had long lost his smile, and his face was full of disbelief, "Could it be Qin Hao, the uncle of the War King, the younger brother of His Majesty of the previous dynasty." After being missing for more than 20 years, how can you come back now? He shouted loudly, there was no longer the unfathomable demeanor of a King Realm powerhouse.

"Is that the king of war who is obsessed with martial arts and far away from the government?" Empress Wu asked softly.

Zhao Xian nodded solemnly. And looked at Empress Wu, waiting for her instructions.

Empress Wu didn't speak, got up and walked to the windowsill, her fingers crossed and closed, her slender nails rubbing against each other.

Looking at the golden lightning-like figure that crossed the city wall in the distance. The incredible speed compressed the air around him, scattering like a ripple of air, and the momentum of the sky shook the clouds in the sky.

For a time, the wind rose in Luoyang City.

"Li Li, the imperial brother is so kind to you, how dare you do such a thing of killing the king and usurping the throne. Slaughtering all the lineage of my Qin clan, how ruthless is it, can you sit on the throne like this? Qin Hao was furious, his eyes were blood-red, and his voice was like a roar of thunder, and the entire noisy Luoyang City was instantly silent.

Although many people vaguely understand what happened twenty years ago, no one has ever dared to talk about it. Those who are old can clearly remember how shocking it was to pile up mountains of bones on the school grounds at the north gate and the river of blood flowing ten miles along the long street.

And today, someone is yelling like this. Who is that man?

"Who is presumptuous in the imperial capital." A master guard soared into the air, trying to stop the people who came to Weiyang Palace.

The war king is more than half a hundred years old, about the same age as the current emperor, and he is his uncle in terms of generation. Although the war king is old, he does not look old, he is burly, his eyes are like golden lamps, and his hair and beard are pale gold.

In the face of the comers, he did not stop at all.

Empress Wu in front of the windowsill looked at the blood mist floating in the distant sky, and her eyes glowed with a strange brilliance.

The War King's speed did not decrease in the slightest, and he rushed through with a roar, and with a single punch, the grandmaster was blasted to the ground, only a cloud of blood mist floated in the air. Such a shocking scene made those masters who were ready to escort and invite merit to stop their steps.

"I'm afraid that the War King will not be weaker than the Protector God King." Zhao Xian said with a solemn face.

Empress Wu was noncommittal, her bloody red lips curled slightly, and she put on a smile that was vague.

"There are fanatics attacking Weiyang Palace, please ask Niangniang to allow me to escort His Royal Highness back to the house and then go to King Qin." Aunt Lan said.

Empress Wu waved her hand to signal that she could take Jing Ge away.

Jing Ge saluted her back and said goodbye.

"Your Highness, you should go home by yourself first." Aunt Lan said to Jing Ge that Qianxue was already waiting, and there was Zhao Xian next to Empress Wu before, so she didn't dare to get too close.

"Huh? What does the War King have to do with us? Jing Ge asked.

Aunt Lan hesitated for a moment, sighed and replied, "Uncle Zhan Wang is the younger brother of His Majesty in the previous dynasty, and when he was still in Weiyang Palace, he had the grace of knowing Zhenguo Gong, and he was also a friend of Guogong. Later, he devoted himself to the pursuit of martial arts, left the imperial capital, and lost news for more than 20 years, everyone thought he was dead and didn't want to come back today. ”

"So Mother told you to help him?" Jing Ge said.

Aunt Lan shook her head, "I can't help." Once I make a move, I'm afraid the entire Guogong Mansion will be razed in the future. ”

Yes, no matter how strong the war king is, I'm afraid it will be bad luck to break in like this. Not to mention the eight thousand imperial forest troops in the palace and the garrison near the imperial capital, there are more than three powerhouses in the royal realm hidden in the Weiyang Palace alone.

"I can only secretly see if I can help him escape." Aunt Lan said.

"Go ahead." Jing Ge nodded, he had been kind to his father, so he naturally repaid it. Jing Ge did not have a good impression of the current royal family, and they climbed to this position by stepping on the bones of countless people, including his father Jing Qing.

"Qianxue, you can go too, the camera will go." Jing Ge commanded.

"Okay, Your Highness, be careful yourself." Chiyuki didn't try to ask to stay with him, his tone was calm and firm and couldn't be refused.