In the inner courtyard of the Kyoto Imperial Palace of the Great Zhou Dynasty, Mo Qiyu, the seventh prince, led many private soldiers to surround the palace of Emperor Mo Yin, surrounded by three steps and one soldier, ten steps and one general, surrounded the entire palace so dense that even a fly could not fly, let alone the people in the palace.

"Lord Wang, we've been surrounding this place for three days, why haven't we seen those old stubborns coming?" Mo Qiyu's guards guarded him with a serious face, looked at the emperor's dormitory and licked his mouth, the snowflakes falling from the sky floated on his face, and then turned into water.

They stayed here for three days, and they thought it should be a very difficult thing, but from the beginning to the end, their actions were unexpectedly smooth, and there was no trace of waves, and in the end, they actually let a thousand people break into the palace.

This is something he can't understand far from understanding, doesn't it mean that the Great Zhou Palace is heavily guarded, and ordinary people can't break in?

Mo Qiyu's face was indifferent, and the jade wrench of the thumb of his left hand was turned by the fingers of his right hand, and after hearing what the guard said, he couldn't help but smile and said, "Do you think they really didn't act?" Believe it or not, there are thousands of people around us. It's just that they didn't move, and we can't act rashly. ”

The situation is very stiff now.

They surrounded the emperor's dormitory tightly, and the Great Zhou soldiers also surrounded them airtightly.

Fresh food is delivered every day, and they don't worry about not being able to survive here.

However, Mo Qiyu still didn't know what the Great Zhou courtiers were thinking.

He surrounded the entire emperor's dormitory with a thunderous force, and they didn't want to try to rescue them, but there was still a tendency to cooperate with them.

He had a hunch, I was afraid that this time he was used as a gun, but he couldn't leave easily, otherwise what was waiting for him would be a big sin of losing his head, even if he had the blood of Da Dan, the Da Dan royal family would not offend Da Zhou for him.

Mo Qiyu's eyes were gloomy, and he slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity, he had time and could continue to wait, but the one inside was different.

Three days ago, Mo was seriously ill, and the potion continued all day for the past three days, not only did it not get better, but he also faintly heard the coughing sound inside getting stronger and stronger, as if he was going to cough out his lungs.

If it goes on like this, without his hands, the people inside will no longer be able to hold on.

In the dormitory, the palace people knelt on the ground, all of them lowered their heads and did not dare to look directly at Long Yan, trembling and trembling without even a little movement, if you look carefully, many of them are still kneeling on the ground and trembling.

Mo Yin has a very bad temper, he is not a wise Ming Jun in the first place, plus he is seriously ill, and his seventh brother outside actually brought a large number of people to force the palace.

His temper was even worse, and in just three days, a group of people serving in the palace changed.

No one knew what the Seventh Prince wanted to do, he just didn't allow Mo Yin to go out, but he never treated the needs of the dormitory for half a cent on weekdays.

Mo Yin coughed a few more times, his eyes were red, and he looked at the palace people kneeling on the ground viciously, where did he still have the slightest majesty as an emperor at this time, more like an old man who was about to die.

"Get out of here and call Mo Qiyu in, I want to ask him what he's up to! If he didn't dare to kill me, why did he trap me in a small dormitory? Isn't he afraid that his father's spirit in heaven will blame him? ”

He said a paragraph intermittently, panting, his body persevered to the extreme, and the stuffiness in his heart has not been relieved these days, the original small wind and cold have evolved more and more serious, and in the end, there is a tendency to get sick into the bones.

Gao Gonggong, as Mo Yin's personal father-in-law, was naturally left inside the palace at this time, seeing that Mo Yin did not cherish his dragon body so much, he was furious, he couldn't help but kneel on the ground and persuade anxiously: "Your Majesty, the most important thing for you now is to take care of your body, as for the Seventh Prince, you don't have to worry, the Seventh Prince will not dare to act rashly." ”

Mo Yin pursed his lips: "Why?" ”

He had been in a trance for the past three days, groggy all day, and had no idea what was going on outside.

But Gonggong Gao is different, although he can't enter and leave the palace freely, he can still get a little news from the outside.

Knowing that although the Seventh Prince asked the soldiers to surround the dormitory, they didn't dare to act rashly at all.

Just because outside, there are also many of their Great Zhou soldiers, if the Seventh Prince dares to act casually, it will only be a lose-lose situation.

But this rigid situation is temporary, and it will not be long before the balance is broken, and they do not know what fate will befall them.

Gao Gonggong simply told Mo Yin about the matter, but when he saw that His Majesty, who was originally furious, suddenly laughed, his smile was full of tragedy, and the murderous aura in his eyes was almost overflowing, he exclaimed angrily: "Okay! Good! Good! Sure enough, it's my good royal brother, and it's really my good courtier! Everyone is looking forward to my early death. ”

He has been sitting on the throne for so many years, and he is used to seeing all kinds of means, why not understand at this time?

Those people outside, whether it was Mo Qiyu or the ministers of the court, were waiting for the day when he died.

They want to choose a new lord and a new emperor.

Gao Gonggong looked at Mo Yin in fear, for fear of making him angry, but when he saw Mo Yin suddenly vomit a mouthful of blood in anger, the blood was black, which was obviously a sign of poisoning.

"Your Majesty!"

There was a wail in the dormitory, and the big movement alarmed Mo Qiyu, who was guarding outside, Mo Qiyu waited for a long time, and finally stretched his brows after hearing the movement.

He was in a good mood and said to the guards beside him, "Look, the situation will be broken soon." ”

The guard didn't know what he meant, but after hearing his words, his hands subconsciously clenched the weapon at his waist, and in the cold winter, sweat was faintly oozing from his palms.

Footsteps came from outside, and someone approached them, standing two steps in front of the palace gate.

At the same time, numerous archers sprang up from the vermilion palace walls, each sharp arrow aimed at their heads.

First of all, Mo Qiyu is the biggest target.

An Yichen stood outside the palace gate, coldly watching nearly a thousand people in the palace surrounded inside.

Mo Qiyu also saw him, and the eyes of the two met in mid-air, faintly sparkling.

The two sides did not hesitate, Mo Qiyu whispered two words in the ear of the guard, and in an instant, more than a dozen people broke into the dormitory.

He calmly took out a bright yellow decree from his bosom and raised it above his head with both hands.

As if demonstrating, his eyes were full of smiles, and he always paid attention to An Yichen's actions, and when he saw the latter frowning invisibly, he knew that his goal had been achieved.

Mo Qiyu is a madman, but a madman also spares his life, he knows that his move is a big sin of losing his head, so he has already prepared before acting.

Since he can't sit on the throne of Da Zhou in a bright and bright way, then he has to pull down the people who are not pleasing to the throne.

Mo Yin is not qualified to become the emperor.

Suddenly, sharp arrows shot towards them, arrows and arrows into the flesh, and the guards around Mo Qiyu were hit by arrows one after another, leaving him alone standing in the center with his hands holding the holy decree in the slightest, those arrows were like having eyes, and they didn't hurt him at all.

A smile on his lips was a sure smile.

There was a sound of swords intersecting in the dormitory behind him, the smile on the corner of his mouth paused, a look of disbelief crossed his eyes, and he turned around to see the gray-haired Gao Gonggong straightening his chest and walking out of it.

At this time, where did Gonggong Gao still have a decadent atmosphere, and he didn't look like a eunuch who had lived in the deep palace for a long time.

With a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, he arched his hand towards the seventh prince Mo Qiyu, and said: "The slave has seen the prince, and the slave should not interfere in this matter, but the first emperor has an order, and the seventh prince Mo Qiyu must not touch the throne, so the slave has to take action, and please don't be surprised." ”

Mo Qiyu sent more than a dozen soldiers to break into the palace, in order to hold Mo Yin hostage and coerce the Son of Heaven to order the princes.

Or, from the very beginning, Mo Qiyu didn't think about Mo Yin's life, he just wanted to take the dignified Great Zhou Emperor back to Dadan, which was almost a fatal blow to the soldiers of the Great Zhou.

He calculated everything, but he didn't calculate that there was actually a master of Ouchi who stayed in the dormitory.

Gonggong Gao turned out to be a dark chess piece planted by the emperor!

At this moment, the smile on the corner of Mo Qiyu's mouth completely collapsed.

The corpses lay on the ground, the arrows were poisoned, and anyone who was hit by the arrow had no chance of survival.

Gonggong Gao stood in front of the hall and watched many soldiers walk in from the outside.

An Yichen stood in front of Mo Qiyu, looked at him coldly, and said, "Does the Seventh Prince still think that the Great Dan soldiers on the outskirts of Beijing can come to save you?" ”

He saw through everything.

Mo Qiyu took down the holy decree that was raised above his head, raised his eyebrows, and asked in surprise: "It seems that Taifu An is more intelligent than this king imagined." ”

Things have developed to this point, and there is no need to ask more, in the first three days of their stalemate, the courtiers of the Great Zhou were trying to find ways to arrest all the Great Dan soldiers he arranged in the suburbs of Beijing or in Kyoto.

As for their fate, you don't need to ask.

And can see through his arrangement, except for An Taifu, no one else in the entire Great Zhou has this ability.

A few days ago, he sent someone to assassinate An Taifu, and the news he got was that An Taifu was seriously injured and unconscious, and since then he has seen the opportunity to make a move.

Unexpectedly, it turned out that Mrs. An had already begun to plan everything from then on.

Until now, he still didn't understand something, and the doubts he had before were instantly clear.

An Yichen: "The Seventh Prince is also a big deal, and a full 20,000 soldiers are folded in my Great Zhou." ”

Looking at the cold face of the Seventh Prince, Gonggong Gao shook his head, sighed lightly, and said to An Yichen with a sharp voice: "Prince An, everything will be left to you, Your Majesty is overly angry, vomiting blood and falling into a coma, and the servants are going in to serve Your Majesty." ”

An Yichen nodded: "Please also ask Gonggong Gao to take care of Your Majesty wholeheartedly, and don't let Your Majesty's life be in danger for the time being." ”