As soon as Master Cen walked outside the palace gate, he suddenly broke free from the guard's hand, quickly turned back to the main hall, and pointed to Murong Xueling: "Ling'er, the emperor is kind to the master, although the master is old and dizzy, he still understands in his heart." If you insist on rebelling against the emperor, step on the body of the master. ”

Master Cen said, closed his eyes, fearlessly waited for the butcher knife to fall.

The concubine was originally emotionless, they fought for power, she couldn't control it, and she didn't want to participate.

It's like watching a big show that doesn't concern you.

Master Cen's stubbornness, but there is a little bit that makes the concubine go against her heart.

How can anyone not cherish his own life?

When he said this, he embraced the heart of death. Although this man may seem a little pedantic, he is fiercely loyal. In order to maintain his original intention, he is not afraid of death.

In this way, Murong Xueling couldn't kill him.

"Master, you have really embarrassed this king. This king wants to be a good student, a good prince, and wants you to spend the rest of your life in peace. But you are bent on death, and this king has been thinking for a long time, and perhaps, you should meet your request. ”

Murong Xueling stepped down from the throne and approached Master Cen step by step, and Master Cen felt the breath of death.

"Master Cen, if you are bent on seeking benevolence, your father will definitely be moved by you. He has been fighting all his life, and he should indeed be accompanied by some old ministers, and when he arrives in the underworld, he can also lead his old ministry and dominate one side. Who else is loyal to their father? The king granted him the right to be both loyal and filial. ”

Murong Xueling bowed to Master Cen, his eyebrows and eyes were full of murderous intent: "Master, let's go goodbye, take care."

After that, Murong Xueling's palm was like a knife, and Master Cen suddenly fell to the ground, his limbs twitched weakly, and slowly Master Cen turned into a wisp of black smoke and disappeared into Murong Xueling's palm.

The hall was originally impassioned and noisy, but now the pins can be heard.

Everyone was shocked by this scene.

The three princes are really good at witchcraft.

The legend between the government and the opposition was originally thought by the ministers to be nonsense, but after witnessing it with their own eyes, they opened their mouths in fear, eager to get as far away from Murong Xueling as possible.

In the blink of an eye, two people had already died.

Murong Xueling sat on the throne as if nothing happened, and asked the messenger outside, "What is the situation now?"

"Back to the prince, the second prince of Chenshi, the fourth prince and the seventh prince, the eighth prince, the king of Qin, all of them are controlled by our side, when the princess enters the imperial city with arms, there is a message over there, kill or stay?"

Murong Xueling looked back coldly, and that look made the concubine very uncomfortable.

She saw that there was something wrong with Murong Xueling.

How could he be so cruel and kill all his brothers and sisters?

The courtiers in the main hall were no longer spoken.

Murong Xueling was obscure, and he thought he was cowardly and incompetent before, but he didn't expect to be so vicious with an iron fist.

"Is there anyone else who wants to accompany his father? Ladies and gentlemen, how can you be so unkind? My father gave you the title of official and knight, and promised you glory and wealth, but when it came to the moment, no one took the initiative to accompany him? Murong Xueling's face suddenly changed, and her blood-red lips pursed in mockery.

His sudden appearance was like madness, causing a trace of gloomy and cold air to emerge from the originally quiet hall. Everyone looked at Murong Xueling's eyes as if they were looking at a devil.

No one could guess what Murong Xueling was thinking.

A bloody rain and bloody wind quietly struck in the main hall of the Fallen Scar Villa.

"Third prince, didn't you say that I was an official, how did I do something unrelated?" The concubine walked in front of Murong Xueling with a puzzled look.

"Oh, you care a lot about this position?" Murong Xueling was a little surprised. In his heart, the only thing the concubine really cares about seems to be her friends.

The concubine must not be trying to save Murong Sheng, she has no friendship with Murong Sheng. Instead, Murong Sheng killed the concubine's family.

Although I didn't kill the emperor himself, I didn't kill Beren, but Beren died because of me.

Concubine nodded back: "I care very much, the official position I got is just a piece of paper."