When Jimo Qinghe walked out of the palace, Ding Hanjie had already entered the palace with Heze Feiyuwei, replacing all the defenses in the palace city, and a group of ministers sat in the palace square and refused to leave, and kept cursing Jimo Qing and the rebellious ministers and thieves.

Even Mo Qinghe ignored them, and stayed with them, but ordered a comprehensive search of every inch of the palace, and time was pressing, and he had to find out where Ji Xin had been taken as soon as possible.

Ji Xin suddenly punished the three important ministers, Zheng Xize was completely grounded in the mansion, he may know where Ji Xin may have been taken, thinking of this, Mo Qinghe immediately went to Zheng Xize's house.

Zheng Xize was drinking and getting drunk in the mansion at this time because of the king's indiscriminate deposition, even if the servant reported that Jimo Qinghe had arrived, he only laughed at himself.

"Come, Lord Zuo Xiang, are you also here to drink with me?"

Ji Mo Qinghe threw the flask in his hand aside.

"Zheng Xize, why did the king suddenly dismiss you in the first place."

"What? Zuo Xiangsama wants to listen to my jokes? ”

Zheng Xize pushed Jimo Qinghe's hand and laughed.

Jimo Qinghe covered his hands behind his back.

"Don't you see what's going on so far? It is really a great grace for the king to promote an elm head like yours. ”

Zheng Xize pointed angrily when he saw Mo Qinghe mockingly.

"How much better are you than me!"

"The current king, not the real king, Zheng Xize, I want you to tell me clearly, what happened that day?"

Jimo Qinghe's words suddenly made Zheng Xize sober up for half a minute.

"Not really ......"

What Yuan Shui said about the establishment of a new monarch is exactly what Jimo Qinghe is worried about, but Zheng Xize is a confidant of Ji Xian and his personal training, and his loyalty to Ji Mo Qinghe is trustworthy.

Just when Zheng Xize came to his senses and recounted the events of the day with Jimo Qinghe, Ding Hanjie suddenly came to communicate.

The Night King is back!

At the beginning, he accompanied Wang Shi Zhou Zong back to his hometown at night, and the king was buried halfway, and he also traveled away from the night, although he was far away from the court and escaped into the world, but the Haotian court was so turbulent, but it also made him worried, and now he rushed back, he was worried about his sister.

Jimo Qinghe immediately asked Zheng Xize to stop him from entering the palace at night, and he went to the mansion of the lord of Hongzhen.

At this time, in a dark secret room, the real salary was chained to a wooden frame, and the blood oozing from her shoulders soaked her clothes, which was very embarrassing, and she breathed weakly, obviously fainting.

A basin of cold water was splashed, and Ji Xin was suddenly awakened.

"Your Majesty, how do you feel? Can you say it now? ”

He Song waved his men away and came out of the shadows to speak.

Ji Xin smiled mockingly.

"You are afraid of this king."

"Hahahaha, isn't Wang Shangmo a little injured, and his brain is not good?"

He Song seemed to hear some extremely funny joke.

Ji Xin forced his head up.

"Trapped here for so long, but you are the only one here to show off your might, and your master is hiding behind like a shrunken turtle, aren't you really afraid of this king?"

Ji Xin's eyes were sharp, and He Song subconsciously glanced at the side.

"You have no way out, that is, Mo Qinghe is back, he clearly knows that it is not you in the palace, but he did not kill Yuanshui, and he did not even debunk Zhaowen, but imprisoned the ministers of the royal capital, the king, he agreed to our conditions, and you are a peerless son who has entrusted you with a heavy responsibility, but he betrayed you."

He Song looked a little proud.

The auditor laughed too.

"Seeking skin with the tiger, Qinghe's vision this time is really bad."

The indifferent attitude of the salary enraged He Song for a while, and he pulled out his knife and gestured in the face of the salary.

"Your Majesty, you really have the style of a monarch, why don't I draw two cuts on you."

Ji Xin glanced at He Song.

"So what, it's not me who hurts anyway."

"By the way, Worry Relief Gu, I almost forgot."

He Song put the knife down.

"The king is really a cold man."

There was still a mocking smile on his face.

"Each other, each other."

"In addition to Jimo Qinghe, your personal maid Shuoge is also in our hands, and the king doesn't even care about her life?"

He Song said as he gently slashed the knife across the stake.

The salary inspector tilted his head very casually.

"Do you think this king will do anything for an insignificant little maid, you must be underestimating my salary too much."