For a few days in a row, Ming Ran and Feng Yixuan both went to Jiuxiao Palace, and all Ming Dye had been properly arranged, only the guards at the palace gate, and the shift change situation Ming Dye had not been clear.

However, thinking that Mu Yang was on duty instead of Mu Zhiyan that day, she was relieved.

The day soon came to the day of the palace banquet.

Jiuxiao Palace is grand and lively, the jade ground is glowing with gorgeous light, the rosewood table is placed with fruit plates and some rare delicacies, the faint sandalwood is swirling, and the clear music is melodious and tactful, curling up.

Many men walked in groups of two or three, and walked to the main hall to find a table and sit on their own.

The forbidden army at the gate of the palace stood outside, all of them waiting for it.

Two days ago, due to some hard work, her face looked a little haggard, and Zhuqing used some fat powder to cover her cheeks, which was still beautiful.

She was dressed in a phoenix-winged Tianxiang palace dress, shining under the light of the dim lights, and her body exuded an elegant atmosphere. Xiao Yiqian was waiting for her at the gate of Fenghuamen Palace, and when he saw her come out, a gentle smile rose on the corner of his mouth.

The sky had just completely darkened, and the lights of the entire palace were rising and shining brightly.

She stepped onto the dragon chariot and sat down beside Xiao Yiqian.

The dragon chariot drove slowly.

When they arrived at Jiuxiao Palace, the two of them went down one after the other, and many palace maids at the gate of the palace were waiting outside.

The two stepped into the hall, and the originally noisy hall suddenly fell silent, and they all got up and saluted.

After Xiao Yiqian and Ming Ran sat directly above, Xiao Yiqian gently evoked.

Because the queen mother didn't like the excitement, she resigned from the palace banquet and went to the banquet in the future.

Xiao Yiqian got up and raised his glass downward, "This war, thanks to the generals here who led the troops well, was able to win with King Chen in just a few months, I am very pleased. I, with wine in a cup, salute all the soldiers and generals. ”

The audience stood up and raised their glasses upwards.

"Ministers, respect the emperor."

Xiao Yiqian took the lead in drinking, and all the men below raised their glasses and drank them all.

"Tonight, it's a celebration banquet for the generals, everyone has fun."

"Ministers, thank you Emperor."

After Xiao Yiqian sat down, the people below also sat down, and then, everyone began to talk about the wine, and laughter and laughter suddenly broke out.

Ming Ran looked at Xiao Yichen, he was wearing armor like other generals today, his majestic posture was under the armor, majestic, his handsome face had a trace of unusual taste, although he immediately covered it, but he was still noticed by Ming Ran.

The women of the main hall entered the hall one after another and danced gracefully in the middle. In the center of the palatial palace, several young women danced enchantingly, with delicate faces, and their graceful postures were wrapped in light white veils, fluttering and dancing.

Everyone was talking to their best friends, and even if the woman dancing in the center looked charming, few people were actually watching.

It seems that these generals are all righteous men and gentlemen.

Ming Ran was secretly annoyed that the arrangement was inappropriate, and the door of the Nine Heavens Palace suddenly closed by itself.

The crowd was drinking merrily, and no one noticed.

Xiao Yiqian and Xiao Yichen laughed and talked with each other, discussing what they saw and heard on the way back to Beijing.

The moment the door closed, Ming Ran subconsciously looked at Xiao Yichen, and she clearly saw that his face changed slightly.

She looked at the hall again, and the atmosphere in the hall changed abruptly, and the dancing women held daggers one after another, and quickly attacked the hall.

Xiao Yiqian's face changed in vain, and he immediately got up and pulled Ming Ran behind him.

Men in black poured out from all directions in the hall, and killers suddenly descended above the palace, targeting the people above the palace.

Zhuqing's face was pale and protected in front of Ming Ran, only to see Xiao Yichen get up, his eyes swept towards the black-clothed man of unknown origin.

Xiao Yichen took the lead in joining the fight, and the generals below quickly came back to their senses and joined the fight.

The killers like black spots swarmed up and fought fiercely on the palace, the four walls of the palace wall swayed with swords and swords, and the killers were vicious and vicious, and their moves were deadly.

Xiao Yiqian protected her behind her, and more and more black-clothed people attacked her, and when she was caught off guard, she was caught off guard and fell to the ground and rolled around.

The gate was slammed open, and the Praetorian army stormed the palace and fought in the heat of battle.

Ming Ran looked at the person on his body with a dizziness, and suddenly changed color. Xiao Yiqian let go of her and lay down on her back, the dart went deep into his chest, and the brocade clothes were soaked with blood and dripped to the ground, and the bright red blood stung her eyes.

She lifted him up and pressed the veins in his chest, as if forgetting that she was in danger and ignoring the killers around her.

She crouched down and called out to him, and he smiled slightly.

"Your Majesty," there was a deep panic in her voice, as she saw that the dart was right in Xiao Yiqian's heart.

Without thinking too much, she also knew what Xiao Yiqian's injuries would be, and such deep darts actually shot into his heart.

She hugged him tremblingly, using her body to block the killer behind her. Xiao Yiqian looked at her panicked face and was heartbroken, and shook his head to indicate that it was okay.

"Don't be upset," he said, in a weak voice.

Xiao Yiqian's secret guards were already protecting him, subduing the leader who fell from the sky.

Xiao Yichen looked at the scene above with angry eyes, and his body exuded a terrifying aura, which made people dare not look at it directly.

Xiao Yiqian's face had lost blood, he slowly closed his eyes, and Ming Ran shouted in his mouth that the imperial doctor was fighting fiercely in the palace, and her voice was drowned in blood.

More and more black-clothed people were restrained by the forbidden army, and the corpses on the ground were lying in the hall, and it was obvious that an evil victory would be defeated.

Xiao Yichen ran up quickly, squatted in front of Xiao Yiqian, and shouted outside the hall, "Imperial Doctor, quickly announce Imperial Doctor." ”

Ming Ran looked at Xiao Yiqian's body, her whole body trembled, the wound was too conspicuous, making her tremble with fear.

Her eyes were bloodshot, her eyes were cold, and she looked at Xiao Yichen coldly, and asked, "Why is this happening?" Why? ”

Xiao Yichen's complexion changed slightly, and she saw that she was obviously trembling, "Xiao Dye"

He didn't know how much she had guessed, but judging by the look on her face, she should have guessed it all, so she looked at him with such disappointment.

Ming Ran shook his head, hugged Xiao Yiqian's body, and shouted to Zhuqing behind him, "Go and invite the Queen Mother, go and invite Imperial Doctor Liu to come, quickly." ”

Xiao Yiqian's face had gradually become colorless, his lips were pale, and the wound on his chest was overflowing with blood.

Ming Ran didn't dare to hold down his wound anymore, she didn't even dare to move, she just wanted to protect him in her arms, just like he protected her.

She could feel the temperature of his body drifting away.

The people below all stared at it with pale faces, and the hall was filled with the smell of blood.

A secret guard grabbed a physician and threw it into the hall, and the physician got up in a trembling manner and ran quickly to the top of the hall.

Ming Ran looked at the door of the hall and saw Mu Zhiyan running over with a shocked face.

Seeing him, Ming-dyed tears poured out like a burst of the embankment, "Uncle, save the emperor, save the emperor." ”

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