The palace of Anyang is brightly lit, with ten steps, one post, five steps and one sentry. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 infoBut the palace was so brightly lit, but there was no one in sight as if it was dead.

Tomorrow is the day of departure Mount Tai to seal Zen, King Anyang bathed and fasted and wore a gorgeous silk robe and slowly walked into the study. In the study, it was pitch black. When King Anyang pushed open the door, a candle flame suddenly lit up without warning.

And for such a strange scene, King Anyang seems to have long been commonplace. Pacing, the only sound of his footsteps in the entire study was clear. King Anyang slowly came to the bookshelf, gently grabbed a scroll and twisted it hard. There was a crunch of rattling, and the bookshelves moved to either side of the wall, revealing a bright secret room.

King Anyang stepped into the secret room, and the bookshelf slowly closed again. The secret room was like a prison ghost town, and there was no sound to be heard except for the cracking sound of the oil lamp.

Turning around, King Anyang pushed the last stone door and came to an empty lobby. In the lobby, the densely packed black-clothed people stood neatly and motionless.

"Lord Wang!" Suddenly, everyone knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully to King Anyang. And King Anyang seemed to like the feeling of being bowed down to, and slowly paced to the golden dragon chair in the easternmost step by step.

Yes, it was a dragon chair. It is no different from the dragon chair on the Qiankun Palace, where Mo Wuxian sits.

"Tomorrow is the day when Mo Wuxian sealed Mount Tai, and I have been preparing for this day for five years! King Anyang sat on the dragon chair lightly, and said lightly with a solemn face.

"The ministers must do their best, long live my emperor, long live, long live, long live—"

"Hahaha-good!" King Anyang suddenly shouted, "The soldiers and horses are ready to be prepared?"

"Your Majesty, the soldiers and horses have been arranged five days ago, and all the soldiers have been armoured and have not even taken off their sleep. As long as the emperor gives an order, we will attack Mount Tai and kill the puppet emperor in one go!"

"Okay! Divine Sword Villa will be responsible for delaying the Imperial Forest Army of King Qin of the Imperial Court at that time, are you sure?"

"Emperor Qiqi, the owner of the village will personally take action tomorrow, Zhuge Qing has left the capital, Chu Yuan is dead, and no one in the capital can stop the owner of the village. Stopping the Guards was a breeze for us. ”

"That's very good...... I heard that Qianshan Twilight has come to the capital, and she is the fiancée of the evil seed. Excalibur Villa may be foolproof?"

"The emperor can rest assured that Qianduxue has already rebuilt, and we have personally tested her strength a few days ago. She is now, at best, the realm of the unity of heaven and man, and in front of the owner, she can't take a move. ”

"I don't know martial arts, and I don't know anything you told me. But I just have to tell you. We are now grasshoppers in a boat, one in glory and one in loss. You can't take it lightly, it's done, everyone is from the dragon's work from now on. If the matter is defeated, it will be a plot to usurp the throne and the Nine Clans! Among them, you should also know ......"

"The ministers understand that the ministers are willing to go to the soup for the emperor and never give up. After shouting in unison, King Anyang's face finally put on a smug smile again. The essence in his eyes flickered, and he swept solemnly over the kneeling subordinates.

In a trance, it seemed that this place was the Qiankun Hall in the palace, and it was the civil and military minister of the Manchu Dynasty who knelt down. He was wearing a dragon robe to accept the congratulations of the Manchu Dynasty.

"The First Emperor...... If you don't have a reason to name me, do you mean to tell me that I have no relationship with the throne? I don't believe it, and I don't accept it! I am a brother, and the succession of the throne should have been passed on to the elder rather than the young.

I will prove to you that your choice is wrong, I will prove to you that what belongs to me is mine after all, and even if I lose it, I will take it back with my own hands.

Mo Wuxian ...... Why are you fighting with me? Why are you robbing me? Tomorrow, as long as it is tomorrow, I will ask you to kneel in front of me, and shout long live with your own mouth, and the humiliation I have suffered in the past five years will be returned to you little by little......

"Jingle bell-" The sudden bell rang out, interrupting King Anyang's fantasy, and also making everyone present look up at the sky in a daze.

"What's going on?" said King Anyang angrily. The moment the words fell, a footstep came rushing in.

"Lord Qi, there is a fire in the backyard of the palace, and the little ones are trying their best to extinguish the fire. And...... The guards on patrol spotted an intrusion. The guards are arresting ......"

"Is it being arrested? means you haven't taken it yet?" King Anyang's face suddenly darkened.

"Yes...... Yes, the intruder's martial arts are extremely high, and our sword aura is so strong that we can't get close to him. He's still setting fires everywhere, and the little ones deserve death for their incompetence......"

"Bastard, don't you know how to use ordnance?"

"Small...... The little ones don't dare ...... Intruder identity...... Special status ......"

"Bastard, everyone is knocking on the door, you don't dare to tell me?" King Anyang suddenly jumped like thunder, eager to slaughter that bastard with a knife, "Who is it?"

"Yes...... Be...... ...... of Higashiyama Camellia Miss Light Dance......"

"Is it her?" King Anyang's eyes froze, and his face became gloomy, "What is she here for?"

"Lord Wang—" A man who was over fifty years old suddenly coughed lightly and said, "Lord Wang, this is a critical time for us to do things, and at this time, Zhuge Qingwu suddenly came and set fire to it...... It seems that the subordinates ...... There's something hidden in it!"

"What does Mr. Wentai mean?" King Anyang's face changed, and he asked urgently.

"Miss Qingwu has a special identity, although she is messing around on weekdays, she hasn't done anything out of the ordinary for many years. Tomorrow, the emperor will seal Mount Tai and be supervised by the crown prince, so he is not afraid of the emperor's blame for making nonsense at this time? Zhuge Qingwu is the princess of the inner decision——"

"You mean ......"

"Perhaps...... Miss Light Dance seems to be playful, but in fact, it has another meaning?"

As soon as the words fell, King Anyang's face changed greatly. The color of struggle suddenly appeared on his face, the essence in his eyes flowed, and a killing intent suddenly burst out.

In Mr. Wentai's opinion...... Kill?"

"No!" Mr. Wentai's face suddenly changed, "Kill Miss Qingwu, Zhuge Qing will definitely fight with us to the death." Tomorrow is the time for us to do something, even if everything goes well and the dust settles, the prince must stabilize the world, if he offends Zhuge Qing again, those who are not satisfied are likely to give up his efforts.

According to the opinion of her subordinates, it doesn't matter whether Miss Qingwu is unintentional or really instigated. All we have to do is take her down and detain her, and it will only take a few days anyway, and when the wood is ready, we will release her, wouldn't it be the best of both worlds?"

King Anyang lowered his head and pondered for a moment, then slowly raised his head, "That's it, Xue Huaiyi!"

"Don't worry, the grass people understand!" the man in black who stood at the top bowed slightly. For a moment, he was in a trance, and then he looked at it, and there was no such person in the field. Even the people standing next to him couldn't know how he left and how he disappeared.

"She's there—" An exclamation sounded, and a group of guards whistled toward the red figure on the roof.

"Giggles—" A crisp laugh rang out, like spring water flowing on bluestone. At the moment of laughter, the torch in his hand suddenly turned into a meteor and slammed into the window on the side.

"How dare you—" one of the guards shouted, "release the arrows, release the arrows quickly—"

The torches slammed against the window almost effortlessly, and in a moment the red light lit up, and suddenly flames burst out of the room, the flames spread, and in the blink of an eye, thick black smoke rose up.

"Fight the fire, put out the fire—"

A group of subordinates from the Anyang Palace's mansion have been stunned, should they release arrows or put out fires? For a while, they hesitated and didn't know what to do. The commander of the guards stomped his feet in hatred, and his body burst into pursuit of the red figure in the air.

The sword light lit up, and a condescending knife slashed at Zhuge Qingwu's head. And Zhuge Qingwu on the opposite side was not afraid to dodge, but there was a cheerful smile on his face.

The sword was full of energy, as if it was about to split the house in front of him. Suddenly, a sword aura swept through the air, as soft as a veil of moonlight but so cold that it made people tremble.

The knife light shattered, so crisply. In front of the sword qi, this sword light was a fragile crystal, a thin piece of ice. The moment the sword light shattered, the guard's eyes suddenly widened, and he looked at the scene in front of him incredibly, as if beyond his cognition.

He is a congenital master, and the knife he slashed out in anger was defeated by someone at will? And it was not Miss Qingwu, who was the granddaughter of Zhuge Giant, who defeated herself, but a little girl she never knew and never seen?

He was stunned, but Zhuge Qingwu didn't. At the moment when the sword light shattered, the long whip on his waist slammed into the guard's face like a dragon swimming out of the sea. The figure in the air, like a whipped spinning top, rose to the sky and fell down again.

The "giggles......" laughter rang out again, causing another cacophony below.

"Yingying, let's go! It's almost over, and if it continues to make trouble, it won't be easy to clean up......" Zhuge Qingwu put away his long whip, although he said so in his mouth, the expression on his face seemed to be a little unfinished.

Two figures rose from the ground, flying towards the night sky like butterflies. Suddenly, the two figures were shaken. Before they could run half a mile, the two turned into catkins and gently fell on the eaves.

The clear crescent moon hung obliquely in the sky, and the clouds of smoke like a thin veil gently glided across the silver moon. At the end of the eaves, a pitch-black figure stood on the corner of the eaves like a clay wood sculpture, and the moonlight sprinkled on his face, allowing Yingying to see his star-like eyes clearly.

The man in black held the jet-black sword, even if it didn't move. But he was like the sky, the stars in the night. The air is circulating, like a thin veil in the sky around Yingying and dancing lightly.

Qingwu's eyes shrank suddenly, and the original bright smile was no longer there. The vigilant eyes looked coldly at the strange man who appeared mysteriously in front of him. Feeling the oppression as if being imprisoned, Qingwu clearly knew that she couldn't beat it, even if she joined forces with Yingying.