"Come in." Hou Cong said.

Murong Xing heard Hou Cong's voice, and the somewhat flustered emotions just now calmed down. He pushed the door in, then closed it again. Seeing Hou Cong sitting in front of the window, it was raining outside, he didn't light the lamp, and his face shrouded in darkness exuded sadness and helplessness that Murong Xing had never seen.

Murong Xing is the same.

After being a child, Emperor Daxing has been sitting on the dragon chair for several years and is highly respected. From Hou Cong to Murong Xing, learning martial arts, and prancing horses, they are all proud of their identities: a young man under the throne, he is prosperous and rich on weekdays, and he is a monarch eagle dog in times of crisis.

No matter how much the Eight Great Pillars and the generals under them think about the power of their own families, they want to divide the monarchy, and always recognize the emperor as the boss. The emperor died, and this feeling of the heavens falling apart was different from the death of parents and relatives.

It was Hou Cong who spoke first, "Sit down, Da Mao." ”

There are no outsiders, and there is no need to pay attention to dignity and rank. Murong Xing sat down and realized that there was trembling in Hou Cong's voice, but when the martial arts general said the next sentence, the emotion just now was gone, "Mao, where is this news?" ”

Murong Xing held the family letter in both hands, which was directly a secret letter from Hou Chong using his power, and the text in the letter was extremely concise, saying that the emperor died of a violent illness and died at the moment of April 27, Datong's condition was stable, and the government and the opposition were safe. There has been no change in military power for the time being. The crown prince has ascended the throne in front of the spirit. Let Hou Cong wait for the opportunity, pay attention to safety, and at the same time, burn after reading.

The official announcement to the world, especially the documents of neighboring countries, should be a little later. But the grapevine will come out quickly.

Official documents are the only way for people to get this kind of information. Discussing the life and death of a king in a family letter is a serious crime that can be labeled as "rebellion".

Hou Cong lit a brazier and burned the letter himself.

"Mao, go to sleep. Cover more beds and quilts, and they all say that Jiangnan is warm, and it is raining this day, which is colder than our hometown. ”

"Yes."

Early the next morning, Hou Cong told Mo Chang the news at breakfast.

Xu was connected to the sudden death of his father earlier, and Mo Chang sat on his chair and froze, tears flowing. Ling Xiao is a person who often goes in and out of the palace in front of the third princess, and at this time, he feels sorry for the old master, and feels nostalgic for his life experience, so he walked to the corner and cried and trembled.

Cuizhu wiped Mo Chang's face.

The tears in Mo Chang's eyes were gradually covered by coldness and determination, "What about King Hui?" ”

"I don't know, wait for news." Hou Cong said.

In this small town on the border of Chengguo, the two of them have been doing right for a long time, and they actually have a sense of fate and companionship wearing a rope. How high-spirited and eye-catching the two people were before, how embarrassed and ridiculous they are now - Mo Chang is a pawn or a prisoner, needless to say; Hou Cong's whole family, almost all of his powerful subordinates are in the north, and he can't say that he has no knife in his hand, but he lives on the knife edge of Xinjun, who hates the general system of the Great Pillar State the most; The task he carried out desperately was sabotaged by the new monarch's great efforts.

Now, Hou Cong has sent Mo Chang back to the country, and it is possible that he will be immediately pinched to death by the monarch of Chengguo; He and his subordinates may not be able to return to their country at all.

On that day, Hou Cong rarely "showed weakness", and never stayed in his room alone, but kept staying in Mo Chang's room, as if he was attached to this companionship - the support that a man on his level could give him.

The news kept coming: first, He Bachun's letter came, which was more detailed than Hou Chong's letter, especially about King Hui, which was equivalent to being placed under house arrest in the palace; In addition, the city defense and the forbidden army were all in the hands of the prince, and the family branch of He Bachun had already proposed to hand over the military power without consulting with the other Zhu generals.

In fact, Wang Lin did not write to Hou Cong, but wrote to the monarch of Chengguo, and the sender was intercepted by Yuan You's subordinates. ——Yuan sent several groups of henchmen to distribute at the important intersection from Jiangbian to Pingdu.

Hou Cong predicts that according to the time, Datong's state funeral has already come out of the "first seven", and the emperor's death is becoming more and more public, and it is already in a state that is about to come.

Hou Cong asked several henchmen to gather in Mo Chang's room, and the white clothes still did not appear.

Hui Niang took people to dinner.

"Now, Your Highness thinks, why is there no news from Pingdu?" Hou Cong asked Mo Chang.

This is indeed a strange phenomenon. Pingguo originally sent envoys and hypocritically waited in Yanhua Town, but Dugu Zheng went to see it, and it is said that he was still an official of the Sipin Rites Department. The Divine Fire Array on the river, the crossbowmen on the shore, obviously Cheng Guo wanted Mo Chang to die, and that official was here to collect the corpse. As a result, the news of death did not wait, Hou Cong still refused to go to Yanhua Town, turned a corner and went to Bailu Town, and there was no news of Pingdu.

Mo Chang was still thinking deeply, and Changkong cocked Erlang's legs, "What, it's hard to guess?" IMHO, being an emperor is not easy either. Emperor Chengguo's own family is estimated to be in a mess. I have to pack up and get the cannonballs back. ”

The cannonball is Mochang.

Hou Cong glared at Changkong, and the cannonball himself laughed. He was quite satisfied, "Changkong said this, I am still quite important. ”

Everyone laughed, including Ling Xiao, who was crying and his eyes were swollen. The atmosphere was relaxed by an inch. Hou Cong actually found an excuse to ask Bai Yi because of this, "What about Bai Yi, don't eat?" ”

Changkong and Hui Niang, who was standing next to him, immediately glanced at each other and felt that it was time.

"White!" Changkong roared like that.

After a moment of silence, there was a creak, and the door of the white-clothed room opened. Barely audible footsteps rang out in the hallway.

Hou Cong tried his best to control himself so that he didn't jump up to greet him. He hadn't seen the white clothes for seven or eight days. He even told himself, "Maybe that's what the world in white is dead." It's not that I can't accept it, huh! ”

But when he knew that she was standing outside the door, and that the thin, cat-like breath was about to get closer and closer, he knew that he still couldn't bear it.

"She's outside the door", that's a good feeling.

Outside, she pushed the door open.

Hou Cong caught a glimpse of her with his spare eyes.

Well?

I haven't seen you for so long, but it's still mellow! White jade-like skin, the bottom of the eyes is like a narcissus brushing the surface of the water, the long black hair has just been washed, fluffy and smooth, where is there sorrow, where is there confusion, where is lovesickness?!

Bai Yi smiled sweetly, he had seen Mo Chang and everyone again. She was really happy, because she was simply "imprisoned" for seven or eight days. There is nothing else to do but eat.

Dugu Zheng and Yuan You, the two dead hairs, sat down affectionately with one hand holding the white clothes.

Hou Cong was angry, the good thing was that he even forgot about the emperor's death for the time being, the disadvantage was that he had been in a daze, looking ruthless, the first person in white to salute was Mo Chang, and the second was him, but he didn't react at all.

So much so that Changkong and Huiniang glanced at each other again, wondering if the two medicines were useless when they were reversed? It's useless to isolate?

"Do you know what's going on?" Mo Chang said gently.

"Hmm."

Bai Yi's enthusiasm and attention were immediately attracted by Ling Xiao, "Miss Ling, is there any news of the third princess?" ”

Hou Cong came back from this state of daze, and caught up with everyone for a moment of guilt, really, no one cares about Ling Xiao, and no one cares about the third princess, they are all concerned about how the prince will break everyone.

Ling Xiao's tears were hooked again, and he choked and shook his head, unable to speak.

"Brother, you should think of a way to inquire about the news of the third princess." It's okay for others to say this, but when Bai Yi said these words, Changkong couldn't say anything, he could only sigh, "What does it have to do with me, my brother has become the emperor, do you still need me to ask?" ”

Changkong's voice became lower and lower, and finally changed his words in the light of everyone's eyes, "I'll write a letter to her, okay?" ”

Changkong called Bai Yi to "get it" Hou Cong, why did the firepower focus on himself? Therefore, he hurriedly pulled away the nonsense, Yanhua Town, Bailu Town, and asked Bai Yi, "What do you think, what should we do now?" ”

Hou Cong looked at the sky and looked at the white clothes, "Hmph, you ask her, how does she know?" ”

Bai Yi looked straight back at Hou Cong, "Coincidentally, maybe I know." ”