The moon and stars are scarce, and more than a dozen people on the streets of Luoyang pass by. Ying'en Temple is not far from the palace, but Zhu Yousong feels that this road is too long to end.

Although I have always believed in my heart that Zhu Changxun has nothing to do with me, my father is an old farmer more than 300 years later. But after all, he is the son of Fuwangfu, and Zhu Yousong has a trace of guilt for robbing Ying'er from the bottom of his heart. He was careless and left her in the palace, if something happened to Ying'er, Zhu Yousong didn't dare to think about it.

In front of the palace gate, several gates are hanging lanterns on ladders. Zhu Yousong saw it from a distance, and shouted in a deep voice on the horse: "I'm Zhu Yousong, open the door!" ”

When a few men heard it, they hid in a safe corner and joked that the prince was so ruthless that he even dared to hit the stone lion, and if he hit himself, he would have to be disabled if he didn't die.

Zhu Yousong and his entourage galloped into the palace, and the patrolling guards recognized Zhu Yousong and did not dare to stop it, so they could only run to report to the commander Zhao Hong. When he arrived at the gate of the inner courtyard, Zhu Yousong waved his hand and beckoned everyone to dismount. Zhao Hong, who came in a hurry, shouted urgently: "The son... Shizi: What is this? ”

Zhu Yousong said with a smile: "Zhao Hong, you came just in time, I have something to report to my father, you help us set these horses up." After speaking, he threw the horsewhip in his hand and threw it to Zhao Hong.

Zhao Hong looked embarrassed and said: "Shizi, the inner courtyard of the palace is mostly female dependents, and according to the rules, outsiders cannot be brought in, and there are too many of these people brought by the prince. Where the duty of humility lies, I hope that the son of the world will understand. ”

Zhu Yousong was anxious, endured his emotions, and pretended to be relaxed and said: "Zhao Hong, these are the strange people that my father named and asked me to find, on such a cold day, should I invite my father out to meet?" I'm more familiar with this inner courtyard than you, where are there female relatives who need to avoid me, I know better than you, okay, don't get in the way here. After speaking, he greeted his subordinates: "Let's go." With his head down, he rushed to the inner courtyard, and Zhao Hong's subordinates didn't have to signal, so they didn't dare to stop it.

Zhao Hongda, who was playing with the horsewhip, felt strange and lowered his head in thought. The cronies beside him asked, "Commander, what should I do?" The prince doesn't know why he has to bring people into the inner courtyard, what should he do if the prince blames him? ”

"These people brought by the prince are in rags, although they are sturdy, they can be seen to be thin and haggard, and they are obviously the fleeing people in Ying'en Temple." Zhao Hong was puzzled, his subordinates were all elite soldiers in a hundred battles, and many years of battlefield experience made him easily see that the people brought by the prince had a murderous aura. didn't dare to hold it up at the moment, and beckoned his subordinates: "Go, follow and have a look, don't get too close, so as not to blame the world." ”

Zhu Yousong strode to the inner courtyard, Wu Jie was guarding the door of the inner courtyard, he didn't dare to get too close, for fear of disturbing the prince's interest. Guarding the door and waiting for Zhu Changxun to deal with the follow-up, the prince spoiled the young girl, few survived, and the girl's body was handled by Wu Jie. Seeing more than a dozen black shadows walking towards him quickly, he was afraid that whoever disturbed the prince's good deeds at this time would definitely blame himself. Wu Jie opened his mouth and was about to scold, but by the light of the hanging lantern and candle, he saw clearly that it was Zhu Yousong. Wu Jie had a ghost in his heart, and he turned around to leave, Zhang Yuanhua took the first step and grabbed his erect collar, Zhu Yousong asked sharply: "Where is Ying'er?" ”

Wu Jie looked at Zhu Yousong's hideous face, his heart trembled, his mouth seemed to be filled with ice, his teeth chattered and he couldn't speak, and he only pointed his hand to the candlelit room. Zhu Yousong didn't care about dealing with this dog's leg, put him down and ran to the room, and thirteen people followed him. When he came to the door, Zhu Yousong kicked the door open, and the room was quiet without a sound. Zhu Changxun's room was full of candlesticks, but at this time, only a small light was lit at the door. Zhu Yousong picked up the lit candlestick and walked to the bedside, and the scene in front of him surprised everyone.

Ji Ying'er, who was shrinking in the corner of the bed, stared at the big round eyes, holding the pure gold candlestick in both hands, and on the spikes of the candles in the candlestick, there were red blood droplets, dripping down. Zhu Changxun's fat was evenly spread on the big bed, and on his short and thick neck, there was a striking hole, and blood was flowing out of this hole.

A group of seven-foot men present were all frightened by this strange scene. Zhu Yousong walked to the corner of the bed, and Ji Ying'er pointed the candlestick at him and put it down again. The group behind him all looked at Zhu Yousong's back with mixed feelings. In their eyes, the dead body on the bed was Zhu Yousong's father, although they had prepared for the worst on the way here, but when it really came to this point, everyone was at a loss, waiting for Zhu Yousong to speak.

Zhu Yousong handed the burning candlestick to Zhang Yuanhua behind him, opened his hands, and said to Ying'er: "Ying'er, I'm here to save you, come, I'll take you away." ”

Zai Ying'er put down the candlestick, her petite body stood up, Zhu Yousong picked her up, and wiped the blood splashed on her face.

Everyone in the room was shocked by the strange scene and the thick smell of blood. No one noticed the sneaky figure at the door. Wu Jie didn't dare to go far, and he happened to see the scene in the house after everyone behind him. When Wu Jie came over, Zai Ying'er had already put down the candlestick in his hand. No one would have thought that an eight or nine-year-old girl would dare to kill people and be able to kill people. Wu Jie took it for granted that the prince led someone to kill his father. This time, it really scared his guts, the son of the world killed his father, he would definitely kill himself, and he turned around and was about to slip away secretly.

At this time, Zhao Hong and his party also came to this courtyard, and the panicked Wu Jie happened to bump into Zhao Hong. Wu Jie was overjoyed, and immediately shouted loudly: "The son of the world killed his father!" The prince killed the prince! The son of the world has rebelled! Hurry, hurry, catch him, Zhao Hong, you came just in time. Hurry up and arrest the prince, the prince rebelled, and he killed the prince. ”

When Zhao Hong heard this, he couldn't care about Wu Jie's high status in the palace, so he pulled up his collar and asked sharply, "What did you say?" What's wrong with the prince? "He is the commander of the palace guards, if a prince he guards is killed in the palace, it is a great crime to exterminate the nine clans. No matter what reason he had, no matter whether he caught the murderer or not, he could not escape responsibility.

Zhu Yousong and his party in the house also heard Wu Jie's shouts and hurriedly ran out of the house. Zhao Hong's eyes were bloodshot and he looked at them: "Shizi! What about the prince? ”

Zhu Yousong hugged Zhao Ying'er, looked at Zhao Hong, who looked like crazy, and said leisurely: "Zhao Hong, you are the commander of the guards, if the prince is killed, what are you guilty of?" ”

Zhao Hong threw away Wu Jie, pulled out his waist knife, gritted his teeth and said, "Capital crime!" ”

Zhu Yousong didn't seem to see him draw his knife, and still asked leisurely and unhurriedly: "Then, the palace caught fire, and the prince and Wu Jie were unfortunately burned to death?" ”

"What?" Zhao Hong was stunned in place, the palace was fine, how could there be a fire. Zhao Hong instantly figured out what Zhu Yousong meant, if the palace caught fire, he would be in charge of a guard and not be in charge of the internal affairs of the palace. Zhao Hong figured it out, and Wu Jie also figured it out. Wu Jie stood up and ran out desperately, Zhao Hong raised the waist knife in his hand horizontally, his wrist shook, and the flying waist knife was inserted into Wu Jie's heart impartially.

Zhao Hong's henchmen lifted Wu Jie's body and threw it into King Fu's room. Zhu Yousong walked in front with Ji Ying'er in his arms, and behind him Zhang Yuanhua reflexively walked into the room, and after a while, the fire rose to the sky.

On the eve of the sixth year of the Chinese New Year's Eve, the inner courtyard of King Fu Zhu Changxun caught fire, and King Fu "薨".