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It knelt, it really knelt.

Dare to love Chang Ruosheng's love all day long, it is simply a meat bun beating a dog, although it is dark and cool to watch from the side.

………………

Such days did not last long, as the situation outside the face became more and more severe, Chang Ruosheng's time in the harem became shorter and shorter day by day, and his face became more and more haggard and ugly.

Even if he doesn't lose his temper, the coercion that follows him like a shadow brings a sense of turmoil to the entire harem.

"Rubbish! A bunch of rubbish! ”

The falling music made a piercing grinding against the cold masonry.

In the candlelit Xuanzheng Palace, there was an eerie atmosphere.

Chang Ruosheng stood in a hurry, and the dragon pattern on the black purple and gold dark pattern robe let out a silent roar.

The eyes swept coldly below, and the ministers who entered the palace with the edict overnight all trembled because of the king's anger, and they didn't dare to say a word.

"Bang!"

A strong wind whistled open the door of the temple, and a few candles extinguished the light, making the empty hall even more terrifying.

"Why does the imperial brother lose his temper so much?"

Chang Ruosheng's face sank, and he turned his head suddenly, and saw a figure outside the open palace gate, which he thought he would never see again in his life.

The smile on his disgusting face, which seemed to have trampled him under his feet.

"Wind Zhaoyuan ......"

Gritting his teeth and saying this person's name, Chang Ruosheng's slightly narrowed eyes were full of coldness.

The sound of uniform footsteps came from outside the hall, step by step like a demon swept over, bringing cold slaughter.

"Long time no see," Feng Zhaoyuan raised his eyes, his voice was calm and powerful, and in less than a year, that gentle son no longer existed.

Chang Ruosheng's gaze swept over the bodies of the two teams of black armored guards one by one, and his tense lips made a thin crackling sound, "Interesting." ”

He thought he would never see this team again in his lifetime. A blade of cold light dripped blood in the temple.

The pungent smell of blood swept with the wind, and his voice immediately opened and rumbled through the main hall, "Take the armor to the temple, are you going to rebel?" ”

"Hehe," Feng Zhaoyuan couldn't help laughing, his narrow eyes were sharp, "This throne is mine, why rebel." You killed your father and the emperor to usurp the throne, and today it is time for the goods to be returned to their original owners. ”

"You deserve it?!" The moment the words fell, dozens of dark guards dressed in black suddenly appeared on the originally empty palace.

The moment they appeared swinging the ropes, the dense arrows shot rapidly towards the wind Zhaoyuan below.

"Bang bang bang!"

The sharp arrows made a crisp collision sound, and in a square inch, they were all cut off in mid-air by the black-armored guards.

The one-sided slaughter was carried out in the temple in a repressive manner. The tearing sound of knives into flesh mixed with the blood blowing in from outside the temple, covering the masonry here with a blood-colored mist.

There was silence outside the hall, there was no forbidden army to guard, no rescue army, all the preparations were like sinking into the sea, and there was no ripple.

Until the last of the Dark Guard was exhausted and killed, the steps to the throne were stained red with his blood.

The forehead hair wet with cold sweat clung down, and Chang Ruosheng's eyes were bloodshot.

He looked at the ministers who retreated on both sides, as if they had been prepared, and his tense fists burst into muscles.

"It seems that there is a capable traitor by my side."