Chapter 129: The Emperor's Mind (15)

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is already night.

Nan Rongpu had a lot of thoughts at the beginning, and it was difficult to sleep and eat, and at this moment he was tossing and turning, and he couldn't sleep at night.

"I'm going to save my father tomorrow, but the place where the Imperial City is executed will definitely be full of masters, and the guards are tight, and I don't know if I can succeed with just the three of my predecessors, Ah Xuan and I."

The young prince frowned, and for the first time in his life, he solemnly analyzed, "My cultivation is still shallow, even if the cultivation of the Wuxi predecessors is profound, if the rescue fails, and He Xuan and the Wuxi seniors are affected, then I will be unable to escape the blame!" “

What to do, what to do!

The more Nan Rongpu thought about it, the more anxious he became, the more he thought about it, the more scared he became, and finally shrunk into a ball and stayed on the bed, when suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed.

"That's right! Daddy found a Qiankun bag for me, and there are countless magic weapons in the bag, and I will break into the dungeon tonight to rescue Daddy! Nan Rongpu untied the Qiankun bag around his waist and held it tightly in his hand, as if comforting himself, "Even if you can't save your father, you won't be affected by your predecessors and Ah Xuan!" ”

"That's it!"

This moon's dark and windy night is killing people and setting fires...... No...... It's a good time to rob the prison! Nan Rongpu made up his mind and jumped out of bed with the Qiankun bag in his hand.

Nan Rongpu walked out of the palace with a shrunken heart, and went all the way to the imperial city death row. Tonight's palace was exceptionally quiet, and he was cautious along the way, gently avoiding the patrols, and when he arrived at the Qingxun Temple, his heart almost rose to his throat.

The Qingxun Temple was the place where the royal family was punished, and the death row in the temple was located in the center.

Nan Rong Puchu hid his figure beside him and quietly looked towards the Qingxun Temple. The stone lion stands in front of the temple gate, and there are four guards standing solemnly behind it, guarding the gate. The four teams of guards in front of the temple alternately patrolled, and they seemed to be no different from usual.

Nan Rongpu held his breath and took out a magic weapon from the Qiankun bag. The milky white texture of the magic weapon is like a piece of clothing, and when it is first put on the body, it will turn into a transparent color.

"As long as a master like Nanmu is not there, this phantom feather will definitely help me enter the temple!"

Nan Rongpu made up his mind and walked out of the corner with a big grin, as if the guards didn't see him. At this time, Nan Rongpu was emboldened, and deliberately ran to a patrol guard to squeeze his eyebrows for a long time, but the man turned a blind eye.

He relieved himself and walked towards the Qingxun Temple with a big grin, not noticing the sudden increase in troops behind him.

Nan Rong Puchu entered the Qingxun Temple all the way unimpeded, and found that the temple was not as heavily guarded as he imagined, but the lights were dark and blind, and there was no one.

"Is this Qingxun Temple usually so slack?" Nan Rongpu pursed his lips at the beginning, without thinking much about it, "It's okay, God really helps me." ”

I walked all the way to the dungeon, but I didn't meet any masters. Nan Rong Puchu easily put down the two guards by the door, and easily knocked out several jailers in the prison, and couldn't help but wonder, "This jailer of the Qingxun Temple is so vulnerable?!" ”

After a moment's pause, he came to the conclusion, "It must be my experience that has greatly increased my strength!" Then, go straight to the deepest death row!

The Qingxun Temple was originally a place to punish people in the royal family, so the prison was empty, and there were no prisoners, but in the middle of the night, there was an eerie atmosphere.

"Daddy is locked up here alone, and I don't know if I'm afraid!" Nan Rongpu snorted, quickened his pace and walked inward, going straight to the last cell, only to see Nan Rong Siye, who was dressed in prison clothes, lying sideways on the messy mat full of weeds.

Even in this situation, Prince Nanrong still seems to be calm and relaxed, and his hair is not messy at all, and he seems to have no worries. If it weren't for the squeaking rats scurrying around at his feet, others would have thought he was in the palace.

"Daddy!"

Nan Rongpu's nose was sour, and he almost cried. He lay on the edge of the iron frame at the edge of the cell and shouted inward.

Nan Rong Siye was shocked, and slowly turned his head to look at this place. Seeing Nan Rong Puchu, the prince of Nan Rong, who was still indifferent, immediately panicked and shouted anxiously, "What are you doing here?!" Let's go! ”

"Daddy! I'm here to save you! Nan Rong Puchu pulled out the cell key that he had just taken from the jailer's hand and was about to unlock it!

Nan Rong Siye looked at his calm and waveless behind, and immediately walked over, and grabbed Nan Rong Puchu, extremely serious, "How did you get in?" ”

"I snuck in!" Nan Rongpu didn't know why his father was entangled in such an inconsequential question at such a critical moment, so he was so anxious to grab the key out, "Dad! ”

"In the palace, especially the Qingxun Temple is the most heavily guarded, with your strength, how can you come easily!?" Nan Rong Siye shouted, "What do you think this place is!" ”

"Daddy! I can't care so much! Nan Rong Puchu wanted to struggle open his father's hand and open the prison door, but was pushed out by Nan Rong Siye with a palm, "Hurry up!" Don't do anything stupid! ”

"Daddy!"

"Get out of the Imperial City! The further you go, the better! Let's go! Nan Rong Siye was so angry that his forehead was bruised, and his face was full of fierceness that Nan Rong Puchu had never seen before, "Go!" Don't come back! ”

"Nope! Let's go together! Nan Rongpu grabbed the iron fence beside him in the slightest and stubbornly leaned in the direction of his father.

Suddenly, the dark cell behind him was brightly lit, and the death-like quiet cell was accompanied by a burst of crisp applause, and a sneer came from behind, "What a scene of filial piety of a father and a son!" ”

Nangong Zhe walked with a group of guards, smiling gloomily, "His Royal Highness the Prince is really filial, and he can be called a model for my royal family!" ”

"Nangong Zhe!" Nan Rongpu looked at the elites behind him hatefully, and his heart was clear. No wonder Daddy was imprisoned, but the palace was not seized! No wonder there was no one to stop you along the way! It seems that someone has already thought about catching turtles in this urn!

Nan Rongpu immediately sneered at him, "You calculate me!" With such a sinister plan, aren't you a priest afraid of being ridiculed? ”

"Oh?" Nangong Zhe rubbed his palm, and smiled even more, "It's not good, it's useful!" Even if you know that it is the Longtan Tiger's Den, with the filial piety of His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, isn't he just as happy to go to the appointment? ”

Nan Rongpu didn't say anything at first, Nangong Zhe raised his eyebrows, meaning something, "Your father and son's understanding of the word 'please enter the urn' is really the same!" ”

"High Priest!"

Nangong Zhe was about to say something, but the man on the side paced out and interrupted him. He was dressed in armor and had an awe-inspiring presence. It is one of Emperor Shunze's henchmen, Nanmu, the commander of the forbidden army.

"The Holy One is just confessing and putting the prison robbers on death row!"

"His Royal Highness!" Seeing that Nan Mu intended to defend Nan Rong's father and son, Nangong Zhe couldn't make any more sarcastic remarks, so he stretched out his hand towards the prison door, "Please!" ”

The situation is a foregone conclusion, Nan Rongpu is extremely afraid at the beginning, but he also knows that if he is arrested at this time, he is afraid that there will be no chance to refute! He held his slightly trembling shoulders, stood up straight, blocked Nan Rong Siye in the cell, and resolutely took out a magic weapon from the Qiankun bag.

The magic weapon had a dark purple halo, shaped like a long sword.

Nan Rong Puchu held the hilt of the sword and shook it slightly, it turned out to be a long umbrella with a strong aura, the umbrella was sharp and sharp, and it could be used as a blade, and there was a bell hanging at the end of the umbrella bone, which was ringing with the shaking of the holder. When the bell rang, the ordinary soldiers behind everyone were already dizzy and fell to the ground!

Seeing the opportunity, Nangong Puchu stabbed the tip of the umbrella towards Nangong Zhe!

"Your Royal Highness, let's save some effort!" Nangong Zhe disdainful, stretched out his hand and waved the tip of the umbrella aside, and struck Nan Rongpu Chu out with one palm!

Seeing that Nan Rong Puchu was already lying on the ground, Nangong Zhe sneered, "The power of this Jiuqing Ziling changes with the level of the holder's cultivation, with the cultivation of His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, this bell umbrella can't hurt anyone!" ”。

After finishing speaking, he waved his hand, and all the elite guards behind Nangong Zhe stepped forward together, and they were about to escort Nan Rongpu to the cell!