The capital, the Imperial Palace.

When the news of King Kangle's army broke into the city, Emperor Ming Shun calmed down after hearing the news, and ordered his father-in-law to exchange for new tea, and he sat on the dragon throne and quietly tasted tea.

If he didn't have this dragon robe, it seemed that he had changed back into the elegant Six Princes at this moment.

The waiters on the side were nervous and broke out in a cold sweat, the palace and the outside of the hall would have already ambushed the Praetorian Guards, each of them had a highly poisonous blade in their hands, and as long as Emperor Ming Shun smashed the cup, they would immediately come out and cut the people who entered the hall into meat sauce.

Outside the hall, it is a rare good weather in winter, the golden sun sprinkles down, shining on the white jade railing outside the hall, reflecting the dazzling brilliance.

A figure gradually walked out of this light.

The crescent moon white brocade robe, the clothes are flying, and the atmosphere is fierce.

Emperor Ming Shun took a leisurely sip of tea and suppressed the last uneasiness in his heart, and now, success or failure is here, and they have no room for regret.

Wind and twilight walked in step by step.

Emperor Ming Shun looked at him with a faint smile on his face, "Shizi, it's been a long time." ”

Feng Duhan didn't say a word, crossed the high threshold in the hall, and glanced at the hall with phoenix eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was like a star.

Emperor Ming Shun instructed the attendants around him: "Give the prince a seat." ”

The chamberlain hurriedly moved the chair and placed it on the left side of Emperor Ming Shun.

Feng Duhan didn't shirk it, lifted the hem of his shirt, and sat down gorgeously.

The waiter came to look at the tea, and the hand holding the cup kept shaking, and the tea couldn't help hitting the teacup, making a fine trill.

Emperor Ming Shun glanced at the servant.

The waiter's face was pale with fright, and he didn't even dare to come out.

Feng Duhan didn't seem to care, he didn't even raise his eyes, and his thin lips were pursed, like a sharp blade.

Emperor Ming Shun sighed slightly, "I never expected that the relationship between me and you ended up like this because of a woman." ”

Feng Duhan picked up the teacup, and his slender fingers stroked the tea lid, "It's come to this, it's not easy to say more." ”

Seeing him so calm, Emperor Ming Shun was a little surprised, he thought he knew the other party quite well, the wind and twilight were cold and tyrannical, why was he so calm in this situation.

Emperor Ming Shun secretly swept the Praetorian Guards hidden in the palace with his eyes to confirm that they were all there.

"So, you and I don't have any room to manoeuvre? It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity......"

Emperor Ming Shun seemed to have missed his hand and knocked the teacup to the ground.

In the empty hall, the sound of shattering was unusually harsh.

The chamberlain saw countless Praetorian guards pouring out of the temple, and the Praetorian Guards hidden outside the temple also appeared and blocked the door.

The chamberlain subconsciously stepped back, he knew that the weapons of these people were smeared with poison, and as long as the slightest skin was cut, they would be killed instantly.

He saw those people rushing towards the prince of the Southern King, all of them holding blades that flashed with dark green brilliance in their hands, and they were aggressive.

He hid behind a side of the curtain and closed his eyes.

There was silence in the main hall.

The chamberlain opened his eyes hesitantly, but saw countless Praetorian Guards standing there, motionless.

The prince of Nanwang was still sitting in his original seat, and his cold face was as calm as water.

And Emperor Ming Shun on the dragon chair was white and white, a sharp blade was piercing his stomach, and the long hilt of the sword was exposed, trembling with his breathing.

"The Emperor...... The emperor ......" the chamberlain exclaimed, and then fell to the ground and fainted.

Emperor Ming Shun looked at his body in disbelief, and the long sword that the Praetorian Guard had stabbed in his stomach was sticking in his stomach.

This sword should have fallen on Feng Duhan's body, but why did it become like this?

Black blood flowed down the wound, soaking on the bright dragon robe, which looked extremely dazzling.

He saw Twilight put down the teacup in his hand and waved his hand to the Praetorian Guard.

Everyone took half a step back.

Emperor Ming Shun's eyes widened, but at this moment, the moon-like eyes were shining with a dark cold light.

Why is this happening?

Twilight stood up slowly, stepping up the steps in front of the dragon chair.

Emperor Ming Shun's gaze swept over the main hall, but he saw that all the Praetorian Guards under his arrangement were standing behind Feng Duhan, even outside the hall, they stood there upright, motionless.

It dawned on him that he had lost even his last chance.

"The wind is cold...... You're such a terrible person......" Cold sweat broke out from his forehead, and the wound on his body hurt like fire.

Feng Duhan looked at Emperor Ming Shun, "This prince always has to get some interest back for the prince of Nan." ”

Emperor Ming Shun looked at him, a wry smile appeared on the corner of his lips, he remembered that when they were young, they got along like friends, and later he was named the king of England, but he became a first-class general, and they each had their own calculations.

"I haven't lost ...... yet" Feng Minghao muttered to himself, he suddenly laughed, and kept coughing up black blood in his mouth, "Wind twilight cold...... Do you know where the shadow guards around me are now......"

Feng Duhan frowned slightly, as the new emperor, the shadow guards around the previous prince have been taken back by him, before the new prince was established, these shadow guards only obeyed the new emperor's dispatch, and since the siege of the city, he has not seen these shadow guards.

"Ahem...... I let them go to the North ...... All ......," Feng Minghao struggled.

"What do you want to do?" For no reason, Twilight suddenly felt a chill in his heart, a fear he had never experienced before.

Originally, everything was under control, and as soon as it was over, he would rush back to find her, and there was nothing here worth his nostalgia for.

"This time...... It's you who is one step slower......" A smile appeared on Feng Minghao's face, and the black blood gradually condensed at his wound and no longer flowed.

"Vier...... I took ......"

Outside, King Kang Le led his subordinates into the palace.

He rearranged the guards in the palace and was explaining things to his subordinates, when a herald ran over and said, "Several princes have arrived, and they are in the side hall of Shuixiu Pavilion at this time." ”

King Kang Le said that he had the edict of the first emperor in his hand, and the other princes would not give up at this time, so as soon as their army entered the city, they gathered those princes together and prepared to announce the decree in public.

King Kang Lewang didn't say anything, just glanced at the subordinates beside him.

The man immediately bowed his hand and said, "Lord Wang, this matter can be handed over to his subordinates, and you will not be disappointed." ”

King Kang let out a vague "um" and watched the man hurry down.

Decree?

Even if it was a real decree, it was a pity that those princes didn't have the opportunity to see it with their own eyes.

He led people into the main hall, and suddenly saw Feng Duhan striding out of the hall, looking hurried, and his steps seemed to be a little vain.

"General Wind."

"Lord Shizi."

Everyone on the side saluted, but Feng Duhan turned a deaf ear and ran straight through the crowd to the outside of the palace.

When the prince of Nanwang rarely had such a gaffe, King Kang Le couldn't help frowning, and whispered to his subordinates to enter the main hall.

After a while, his subordinates came out and said, "Emperor Ming Shun went to ......"