There is a good chance that the man was in the Imperial Tomb.

The front line has stopped.

When the entrance of the imperial mausoleum arrived, the civil and military officials needed to get off the carriage and walk with the emperor like a cemetery.

Duan Ting lifted the curtain and looked in the direction of the imperial mausoleum.

Because it is a cemetery, it naturally has a solemn and eerie atmosphere.

And around the imperial mausoleum, in the corners that outsiders can't see, the royal defense is hidden here.

He couldn't figure it out, what did those people have to do to sneak into the imperial tomb and set up an ambush inside?

"Inner ghost." In my ears, the words as light as a striker sounded.

Duan Ting's face changed, and his eyes turned cold.

After a while, he suppressed the leaked emotions, looked back at the man, and lowered his voice, "Maybe you missed something, those people will choose to do it halfway on the return trip?" ”

"No, it won't." Feng Qingbai slowly opened his eyes, his eyes were blank, and he didn't hesitate at all when he said it.

Duan Ting pursed his lips and looked at him.

"There are too many carriages in the convoy to worship the imperial tomb, no one knows which carriage is sitting on whom, even you, you don't know where the emperor and the other princes are." Feng Qingbai got up and swept past his leisure carriage, and the voice floated past his ears, "He won't do it without the certainty of a hit." ”

Staring at the man's unhurried back, Duan Ting closed his eyes vigorously.

didn't want to admit it anymore, but he had to admit that what Feng Qingbai said was right.

And in the royal family, there must be an inner ghost, so that he can cooperate with the assassin inside and outside, and help the other party sneak into the imperial tomb unconsciously.

Putting aside the fact that it had been established, Duan Ting began to ponder all the way in the next step, among the royal family, besides Beicang Huang, who else had so much power and energy?

The ranking of entering the imperial mausoleum is also particular.

Because of the position of this worship, the two countries concluded diplomatic relations, so the people of the Nanling envoy group were able to walk on the left side of the Beicang Emperor, and on the right were a group of royal children.

After that, there are hundreds of civil and military officials ranked according to their ranks.

"Enter the Imperial Mausoleum—"

At the front, the shrill voice of the eunuch sounded, and everyone looked solemn, lowered their heads slightly, and walked into the imperial tomb behind Emperor Beicang.

The two walked side by side, Duan Ting specially found an opportunity, stuck to Feng Qingbai's side, and turned his wheelchair to be level with him.

Feng Qingbai lowered his eyes and glanced at him, about to withdraw his gaze.

Duan Ting finally showed some complacency in this regard.

Later, if there is really an assassin who does it, he will follow Feng Qingbai closely, and only by his side is the safest.

Anyway, the surrounding Praetorian Guards are all unreliable.

When danger comes, no one cares about him.

Whoever called him just a cripple.

His eyes were raised slightly, and he stared at the bright yellow figure at the front through the gap in the crowd, and the corners of Duan Ting's mouth hooked up a touch of coldness, fortunately, he was a cripple.

Before walking to the Temple of Heaven, the emperor walked up to the crown prince, burned incense, worshipped, read the recitation, and finally told the ancestors about the alliance between the states.

Everything is in order.

Everyone was solemn and respectful.

Feng Qingbai looked up, and the corner of his eyes quietly took in the performance of the princes around him.

However, everyone in the royal family is a good actor, and no one has revealed any clues.

Things change, and there is a flash of light.

On the stage, someone picked up Bei Canghuang and suddenly pulled the eunuch next to him to block him, and then blood burst out of the eunuch's chest.

After a short period of stunnedness, there was an anxious roar, and there was chaos.

"Escort!"

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After the loud roar, the Praetorian Guards who had gathered around rushed towards the Temple of Heaven in unison.

Feng Qingbai pushed aside a little, and Duan Ting grabbed his sleeve for the first time, but he didn't turn into kraft candy.

"Feng Qingbai, don't leave me alone, I'm a cripple now, if even you run away, I won't have anyone to ask for it, it's very pitiful."

"You're sick in the head?"

"If you are sick, you will be sick, and it is important to save your life." Feng Qingbai is more useful than any guard, anyway, he is following him.

Being ridiculed for a sentence or two is nothing compared to saving your life.

The ranks around them were chaotic, shouting incessantly, and crowds of people poured up to the Temple of Heaven, blocking the emperor and taking the lead.

At this time, if anyone dares to escape, he will be lucky to leave his life, and he will die when he returns.

It's better to show merit and get a good impression in front of the emperor, as long as you don't die, you will soar to the sky after you go back.

Duan Ting was about to ask Feng Qingbai if they should also squeeze on the Temple of Heaven, lest they turn around and be told that they have no filial piety, when he felt a force attack, Feng Qingbai buckled the armrest of his wheelchair and directly moved him to a position.

And where he was just now, there were two more hidden weapons on the ground!

Cold sweat slid down Duan Ting's forehead.

"Quick, protect your lords!"

There was another roar, Duan Ting looked up, and saw him opposite, the position where the prince was originally standing had already fallen two people, one of them was King Yuan!

The man in black who entered the encirclement wandered in the grip of the guards, as if he had entered a no-man's land, and he was at ease.

After sealing the opponent's throat with a sword, one of them looked sideways and met the cold gaze of Feng Qingbai.

There was a sneer in those eyes.

Feng Qingbai's thin lips were pursed, his eyes narrowed, and he was about to go over with a cold snort, but Duan Ting hugged his arm, "Hey, Feng Qingbai!" Don't go! I'm scared! ”

"Get out!" This one is dragging its feet!

Bang –

There was a soft thud.

The cemetery was immediately filled with white fog, and everyone's vision was blocked by the fog, and they couldn't see ahead clearly.

"Escort! Escort! ”

"Don't act rashly, protect people!"

"Hold your breath! Smoke is poisonous! ……”

When the fog cleared, the picture presented in front of him made Bei Canghuang, who was safe and sound on the Temple of Heaven, pale!

His eighth son, Duan Yuan, died!

The person lay there quietly, a thin sword mark on his neck, blood still gurgling out of it, and the dazzling bright red burned people's eyes!

Staggered down the Temple of Heaven step by step, arrived at Duan Yuan's side, leaned over and put his finger between his snorts, and when he raised his eyes again, Bei Canghuang's eyes were already scarlet, "Find, find me!" I'm going to tear those people to pieces! ”

Not far from the crowd, Duan Ting's hand holding Feng Qingbai's arm slowly let go, looking at this scene with an expressionless face, looking at the man who showed madness, his eyes were cold and sarcastic.

This man who is always high above has finally tasted the pain of losing his loved ones.

He treats other people's lives as if they were a mustard, and he doesn't think it's ridiculous today.

The Assassins have gone.

Perfect exit.

The whole confrontation was actually very short, and the corpses lying in the cemetery were all royal people, royal guards, and none of them were dressed in black.

Feng Qingbai's face was expressionless, looking at all this coldly.

It turned out that Gong Ling used such a method.

Kill the most beloved son of the North Canghuang, and then the North Canghuang will put his suspicions on every other prince.

Because only those who have ambitions for that position will kill the heir to the throne.

(End of chapter)