Jia Dongfeng ran wildly all the way, only feeling pain in his chest. She actually forgot, how could she forget, she still has relatives, as well as Ye Xifeng and Jia Huaibi.

She was followed by Fu Huanqing and Zhen Liancheng.

When she ran to the gate of the Dust Palace, she suddenly stopped.

It was a mess from the dust palace, and a few pairs of feet of the palace maid were exposed behind the thick pillars, which were the subordinates who loyally protected the lord when the army of the Southern Wangfu attacked.

The corpses of the palace guards hung on the palace gates, and they were all pierced with white feather arrows. The Great Zhou army used white feather arrows to protect the frontier, but Ye Nanfeng used it to slaughter the guards of the Great Zhou.

Further in, there were not only palace guards, but also the palace army of King Nan, who were basically stabbed to death by sharp swords, which were the blades of the palace guards.

Entering the second palace gate, most of the dead here are palace maids. It can be seen that the palace guards were basically slaughtered, and only these palace maids resisted with their bodies in order to protect the lord.

Finally, she saw Su Wanxin among the dead palace maids.

Su Bangxin is the most effective person in Rende Palace to take care of Jia Huaibi.

"Aunt Su......" Jia Dongfeng covered his mouth, his eyes were sour and hot, but he couldn't shed a single tear, Su Bangxin was the bridge connecting her and the Holy Emperor, and now Su Bangxin is also dead.

The bridge between her and the Holy Emperor is truly broken.

Don't dare to move forward.

I'm afraid that the distance in front of me is the distance between life and death.

Her legs were weak, and she unconsciously held on to the door of the temple, and in horror and remorse, she barely held on to the pillar and walked inward.

She suddenly pushed open the door of the apse of the Lichen Palace, and under the shadow of the slanting bamboo branches, a man was holding Jia Huaibi.

Jia Huaibi laughed playfully, smearing the man's face with soot from nowhere in his hand.

The man's face was very white, but at this time it was stained with black soot, which was ridiculous, he was obviously miserable, and tried to make a threatening expression, while letting Jia Huaibi continue to smear his face, he couldn't stop saying: "The county lord is not well-behaved, and the lower officials will really beat people." ”

When the man heard the sound behind him, he turned his head and saw Jia Dongfeng covered in blood, and said with obvious relief: "Your Highness, you are finally here." ”

"Is the east wind coming?" The voice of Ye Xifeng sounded in the inner sanctum.

Thankfully, they're all fine. Jia Dongfeng's hanging heart finally fell back into his stomach.

"It was General Fu who asked the subordinate to leave the Dust Palace." Meng Chang did not forget to mention the biggest contributor to this matter.

Jia Dongfeng turned his face and looked at Fu Huanqing behind him, tears flowed wantonly on his face, but at the same time he slowly smiled.

There was the shyness of a girl's love in that smile.

Heroes save beauties, beauties are heart-moving, and they are always the most secular but good-looking dramas.

Zhen Liancheng, who was standing at the end, looked at the scene in front of him, he didn't know martial arts, but he also tried his best to keep up with Jia Dongfeng's pace and rushed to the Lichen Palace.

Of course, he also remembered that it was he who asked Su Wanxin to take refuge in the Lichen Palace with Jia Huaibi in his arms.

A rush of life and death, his heart accumulated too much heat, but this heat was instantly frozen, and only the withered organs remained.

While he was glad that Jia Huaibi and Ye Xifeng were rescued by Fu Huanqing and Meng Chang, he was annoyed that he was late.

Just a little earlier.

Maybe the person who was looked at by Jia Dongfeng with affection was himself.

In the dull pain in his heart, Zhen Liancheng understood: unconsciously, he was emotionally attached to Jia Dongfeng again. People say that old things can be buried, but he finally understands that this is wrong, because the past will climb up on its own. Looking back, he realized that in the past years, he had always been peeking at the little princess who was smiling back and smiling in the dim moonlight.

Zhen Liancheng handled the state funeral of the Holy Emperor very properly, not only properly retained the honorific title of the Holy Emperor of the Great Zhou Shun, but also realized the joint burial with Ye Huan, the Zhaoxiao Emperor of the Tang Dynasty, which not only preserved the honor of the Holy Emperor, but also realized the wish of the emperor and queen to be buried together.

Emperor Mountain is the nearest mountain peak from Lanling outside Lanling City, the Holy Emperor's burial coincides with autumn, a red maple is scorching, Jia Dongfeng is alone, according to the customs of the Great Zhou Dynasty, wearing a one-piece white silk robe, from the dawn of the sky to stand quietly in front of the Holy Emperor's wordless monument to meditate, the pure white skirt is flying with the mountain wind, killing and dust. Now that the shadow of the sun has penetrated the gap between the branches, the fog in the deep valley has dissipated, and you can imagine the outline of Lanling behind you, but I am afraid that it will gradually emerge from the white mist, and the hazy appearance of the prosperity of the scene.

Paper ashes are flying, the incense has gradually exhausted, and the syrup of the wine sprinkled on the ground has seeped into the soil and slowly disappeared.

Brother and sister are against the wall, even if they win, there is no worth of blood in the imperial city.

What's more, the Holy Emperor will never survive.

There is also a very bad thing: Xiao Hengyuan took advantage of the civil strife in the Great Zhou Dynasty to be intercepted, a wolf that has not yet been tamed is the most terrible opponent, and the Northern Wei Dynasty does not know how many changes it will cause.

Hasty, shocked, painful, confused, sober, calm, decisive, thoughtful.

Jia Dongfeng cleaned up his mood for a while, and then walked quickly back to the imperial city and returned to Rende Palace.

In the Rende Palace, there are still palace people who can't remember her face, and there is no Holy Emperor or Su Wanxin. This palace, which once made her feel very warm, is now terrifyingly strange.

Jia Dongfeng's chest froze, and then he heard a soft and sweet voice: "Mother!" ”

She turned around, and a small but sturdy body pounced over, and it was a real warm touch in her arms, Jia Dongfeng hugged the small soft body in her arms, and said softly and gently: "Huaibi." ”

"Mother, don't be sad." Jia Huaibi got out of Jia Dongfeng's arms, and her warm little hands gently wiped the undried tears on her face, "My mother has been crying for so many days, her eyes are swollen, and if they are swollen, they are not beautiful......"

Jia Dongfeng burst into tears and smiled: "What does my mother want to be so beautiful?" ”

Jia Huaibi said with an innocent face: "Women are those who please themselves, so they naturally want to make their father happy!" ”

Jia Dongfeng's face darkened: "Who is teaching you to read these days?" ”

"It's me." Zhen Liancheng Shi Shiran walked into the hall, his gaze with a faint brilliance, staring deeply at Jia Dongfeng.

Jia Dongfeng glanced at him indifferently: "What is the matter with Prime Minister Zhen, you want to see him in Rende Palace?" ”

Seeing that Jia Dongfeng began to discuss state affairs with Zhen Liancheng, someone from the palace immediately came over, quietly coaxed Jia Huaibi, and took her away.

Zhen Liancheng bowed and said slowly: "Weichen please Your Majesty, restore the surname Ye, and restore the name of the Tang Dynasty!" "Although Jia Dongfeng has Fu Huanqing's guards to attack the throne, but after all, Ye Nanfeng's confusing remarks about killing his mother and killing his brother are in front, and when the innocent dismissal of the prime minister is in the back, he acts too perversely and uninhibited.

This is also a part of Jia Yi's plan for Jia Dongfeng's accession to the throne.

Jia Dongfeng sneered: "Zhen Liancheng, are you really planning for me at the beginning?" ”

Zhen Liancheng raised his head, his expression was firm and light: "Yes." "The truth has been revealed, Mrs. Zhen is just a pawn pushed out by Zheng Youwei, who happened to hit the reverse scale of the Holy Emperor, and he failed to kill himself, but led to the disaster of extermination, and now the culprit is dead and degraded, Jia Dongfeng gave him the position of prime minister, gave him the Guanghua Mansion, for him would rather not be the position of the empress dowager, except for the inconspicuous thoughts in his heart, he should die nine times to repay the grace of this encounter.

"I still remember that Zhen Xiang once asked me if I dared to learn from the process of playing against Zhen," Jia Dongfeng said melodiously and arrogantly.