Jun Chenzhong immediately shouted in grief and hurriedly rushed over, "Who is this, who is this?!" ”

The four guards all had obvious paleness on their faces, and their bodies trembled, not daring to speak. Jun Chenzhong saw their performance and expected that it should be Jun Chenmo, and there was actually a trace of doubt in his heart, so his subordinates quickly lifted the white cloth.

When he looked at it from a distance, he smelled burning, and after tearing it open, all he came to his face was a bad smell, the corpse had been burned beyond recognition, even the clothes on his body were almost gone, and he could vaguely see gorgeous noble clothes.

Jun Chenzhong's face turned white several times, and he knelt on the ground with a plop: "Who is this?" Who's this? I asked several times in succession, but I couldn't believe it.

The commander of the Praetorian Guard walked over quickly, his face turned pale when he saw this scene, and he looked up and down carefully for a long time, and said, "This is...... This is...... Is this Your Highness? ”

Only then did the four soldiers speak: "The subordinates went in to search and rescue, but the fire was too fast, and several brothers rushed in and were hit by wooden beams and could not break in in time, and were trapped in the fire." ”

"When the fire is a little smaller, His Highness will already be ...... when we enter" No one dared to say the following words, the person who spoke and the other soldiers had already knelt on the ground and trembled......

"Impossible! No way! Jun Chenzhong's eyes were glazed, his face was dazed, and he looked lost and depressed, and stumbled up: "You talk nonsense, you talk nonsense!" How could the imperial brother be burned to death! How can it be! You didn't find it, that's why you said that, the royal brother is still inside, the royal brother must still be inside! ”

As he said this, he was about to rush into the hall, and the commander of the guards immediately hugged his legs: "Second Highness, please be sober." ”

"Get out of here!" Jun Chenzhong's legged effortlessly, but in fact, he was easily stopped by the Praetorian Guards without any strength at all.

They struggled for a while, but no one around dared to speak, and finally Jun Chenzhong fell to the ground in defeat, and crawled miserably on the charred corpse and shouted: "This king doesn't believe that this is the imperial brother, this king doesn't believe it!" ”

As he said this, he actually had his eyes sneaking into the corpse, looking for its features. The clothes he was wearing were indeed Jun Chenmo's, there were several sword wounds on his body that were bleeding, Jun Chenmo also had these wounds, and the most important thing was the wrench in the hand of this corpse, Jun Chenmo definitely couldn't leave his body, because this wrench was given to him by his mother.

In this way, it can be determined that this charred corpse is Jun Chenmo. Jun Chenzhong's heart was simply overjoyed, he thought that the assassination mission failed and he was a little annoyed, but he didn't expect that because the assassin inadvertently knocked over a candle lamp, causing such a big fire, he directly burned people to death.

God helps.

With so many people in him, he wanted to suppress his ecstasy, and hurriedly covered his face with his sleeve and cried, holding his wrench in his hand to tell everyone that this was Jun Chenmo: "Brother Huang, how is Brother Huang really you, how is it really your ......?"

Except for Jun Chenzhong, who was lying on the side of the corpse and crying bitterly, everyone present knelt down.

Haoyue, who was not far away, was thinking about Dangkong's words, and Dangkong had been comforting him and saying that he didn't have to worry, he was just a little relieved, but he didn't expect to turn his head and hear them say that he had found His Highness's body.

In an instant, the bright moon was like a thunderbolt on a sunny day, and he fell into the ice cellar, didn't he say that there was nothing wrong, didn't he say that His Highness would turn evil into good fortune?

What's going on? No, no, no, this can't be His Highness, how could His Highness Jiren be burned to death if he has his own heavenly appearance? That's impossible.

Haoyue was so stiff that she couldn't even move her fingers, and when Jun Chenzhong took out his wrench intentionally or unintentionally, his mental construction collapsed with a bang.

As Jun Chenmo's guards, they naturally knew about this thing, Jun Chenmo carried this wrench all the time because it was an important thing, but now it actually appeared on this charred corpse, and all the characteristics of his body were in line with Jun Chenmo, so he had to accept this fact.

Haoyue ran over suddenly, and knelt on the ground without even stopping the air: "Your Highness!" ”

Haoyue's voice was particularly miserable: "Your Highness! "He couldn't protect His Highness if he didn't do anything, and let His Highness die in vain......

The news here spread quickly, and the whole palace was panicked, and there were many rumors, and when it reached the emperor's ears, the emperor knocked over the teacup in his hand in shock: "What did you say? Chenmo is dead? ”

"Are you kidding me?!" The Emperor stood up suddenly, furious: "What the hell is going on! Where the hell did the fire come from! Are the Praetorian Guards all dead, didn't I let them protect Chenmo?! ”

The emperor put down all the things in his hand and rushed over immediately, and the eunuchs followed with a roll, and there were many things in this imperial city.

Jun Chenzhong looked at Haoyue's situation, and even the last suspicion disappeared. Jun Chenmo is really dead, and no one will compete for the imperial power with him in the future, Jun Chen's loyalty is not good, but he has to pretend to be very painful on his face, I don't know what he thought of, he suddenly stood up and drew his sword to the guard next to him and pointed directly at the commander of the Praetorian Guard: "How did you protect the imperial brother, my father asked you to protect the imperial brother, but you just let this fire break out, the commander of the Praetorian Guard, should you explain to this king?" ”

In just a few words, he pointed all the fingers at the Praetorian Guards, and put all the blame on the Praetorian Guards. In this case, Haoyue should still be under the blow of Jun Chenmo's death, it is impossible to refute what he said, and this is indeed the fault of the Praetorian Guard, all he has to do now is cover up the assassination.

When the commander of the Praetorian Guard confirmed that the charred corpse was Jun Chenmo, his face turned pale, and the prince died, and his head was not guaranteed.

Here, Bei Xiaoqi couldn't sleep in bed, originally because the fire was gradually extinguished, there was nothing to do, and when she was about to fall asleep, she didn't know why it started to be noisy again, she frowned, feeling that this night was not very good.

After all, Bei Xiaoqi endured it and didn't sit up, but thought about it, maybe there would be no sound next, but he didn't want the sound to become more and more noisy, I don't know if it was her psychological effect or what, in short, I just couldn't sleep.

She struggled to turn over and asked Cuiyun to see what was wrong, but when she turned around, she saw Cuiyun lying on the table and asleep. Cuiyun has been doing his best to take care of Bei Xiaoqi these days, and he is indeed very tired without pretending to be his hand.

Bei Xiaoqi understands the other party's hard work, in her eyes, the other party is not just a slave but her friend and sister, so she didn't make a noise, closed her eyes and forced herself to sleep.