Chapter 943: The Emperor is critically ill

Mo Wuxian was already terminally ill, and he already had the idea of abdicating, and even all the matters related to Mo Tianya's ascension to the throne were being prepared. However, the sudden invasion of the Blood God in the Central Plains set off a monstrous wave for this originally peaceful situation.

This is not the most fatal, the most fatal thing is to send Mo Wuxian into Shuzhou, Mo Tianya was helpless and hurriedly rolled Mo Wuxian up from the sickbed, which was originally nothing. But in front of the palace gate, Mo Wuxian suddenly ignored the fact that his body had reached the point where he had run out of oil and dried up his lamp, and forcibly supported his strength.

It's like a person who is already endangered, and suddenly gets a shot of a heart booster and a shot back to the light. Mo Wuxian insisted on planning the Son of Heaven to defend the country, and when the outcome of the battle reached Mo Wuxian's ears, Mo Wuxian's belief in insisting suddenly collapsed.

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the last vitality also dissipated with this mouthful of blood. Mo Wuxian fell, still with a smile on his face. At least at the moment when Mo Wuxian fell, he was happy. At least this time, since the founding of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the unprecedented crisis has been successfully passed.

Mo Wuxian fainted, but the Inner Palace was completely chaotic, and Zeng Weigu didn't care about waiting for the emperor's will, so he immediately ordered someone to send an order to Sima Jingming and ordered him to return to Beijing to stabilize the situation. That's where the scene becomes.

Although she had already known that Mo Wuji's body was already very bad, Ning Yue had never thought about it. In Ning Yue's heart, the affection with Mo Wuxian was better than that of the monarch and minister.

From the first time he entered Beijing to meet Mo Wuxian in person, Mo Wuxian took care of Ning Yue in every way and maintained it in every way. Sometimes, Ning Yue couldn't understand why Mo Wuxian trusted him so much, and he had never even been vigilant.

It is said that a companion is like a tiger, but Ning Yue has never felt such a crisis in Mo Wuxian's body. No matter how big a thing Ning Yue made a fuss, or even if Qian Duxue did something rebellious, Mo Wuxian tried his best to suppress this matter.

Ning Que had just left completely for his own sake, and now that he heard that Mo Wuxian was critically ill, Ning Yue's heart suddenly became chaotic at this moment. Why do all elders and relatives have to leave them? Although she understood that it was also a matter of time or time, Ning Yue couldn't accept it for a while.

The bottom of my heart seemed to have broken the mixed tastes, and my face instantly became ugly. Sima Jingming secretly glanced at Ning Yue, and a trace of relief flowed from the depths of his eyes. Mo Wuxian had unreserved trust in Ning Yue, but the Manchu courtiers couldn't do the same.

Although with Ning Yue's current strength, what can I do if he rebels, but Sima Jingming has to consider such a possibility. But when Sima Jingming saw the sadness on Ning Yue's face, he was completely relieved in his heart.

"Lord Wang, the emperor is critically ill, and the situation in the Great Zhou will be turbulent again. Now that you have been named the Prince of Dingguo, you are qualified to lead an army to defend one side. Although it is not yet known what army the prince will lead alone, the Xuanzhou Phoenix Army can be said to be obedient to the prince. Do you want to order the Phoenix Army to be drawn out immediately and enter Beijing with me to stabilize the situation?"

Even though Sima Jingming was relieved in his heart, he still tried a little in his words. Ning Yue's heart was already extremely chaotic at this moment, and naturally she didn't hear the meaning of Sima Jingming's words, and shook her head silently.

"Before that, the emperor had the announcement of the throne of Zen to promulgate the world, even if the emperor was critically ill this time, the overall situation would not be turbulent. Even if the emperor really can't survive this time, no one will threaten the end of the world.

It is enough for Marshal Sima to sit in charge and stabilize the capital, and it is foolproof for me and Twilight Xue to escort the end of the world, and there is no need to do anything more. But...... The Three Thousand Phoenixes need to escort Princess Changle back to Beijing as soon as possible. ”

"The prince didn't know that when the prince was at war with the Blood God Sect, the princess had returned to the capital with three thousand phoenixes. Now we should be with the emperor, time is pressing, let's leave immediately!"

As he spoke, Sima Jingming hurriedly turned around and ordered the three armies to pull out the camp, and they were ready to leave immediately within a quarter of an hour. Ning Yue turned around silently and slowly came to Peony.

"Peony, the situation in the grassland has been so erosive, it is very likely that the Xuanyuan Ancient Emperor will flee to the grassland. The grassland has become an ominous place, so you don't want to go back. Come with me to the palace, and when everything is taken care of, we will never be separated again......"

Listening to Ning Yue's affectionate confession, Peony's body couldn't help but tremble slightly, but her eyes glanced at Qianduxue on the side with some panic. But Qianduxue's expression was as calm as a mirror lake, and there was not the slightest wave in her eyes.

Peony has been serving Twilight for ten years, and no one knows her temperament better than her. Seeing the twilight snow at this moment, Peony's hanging heart finally let go.

Twilight Snow didn't have the slightest abnormality when she heard Ning Yue's words, which meant that in the bottom of Twilight Snow's heart, she had accepted herself. Being accepted by Twilight Snow made Peony even happier than being accepted by Ning Yue.

Because even if Ning Yue has a deep affection for herself, Peony has never been able to mind that she is the third party. Even if he glanced at Ning Yue more, Peony would have a strong sense of guilt in her heart. Now that she has received the acquiescence of Twilight Snow, the boulder in her heart and the shackles in her heart have been completely untied.

Peony shook her head slightly, and two beautiful peach blossoms slowly appeared on her cheeks. Silently raised his head and looked at Ning Yue's serious expression, "The situation in the grassland is because of erosion, so it needs to be cleaned up by Peony."

After this battle, I believe that the people of the grassland will cherish the hard-won peace even more. Moreover, the Xuanyuan Ancient Emperor was taken away by the Immortal Emperor, not to escape. Therefore, I believe that the Immortal Emperor will not let Xuanyuan Ancient Emperor come out easily.

The Xuanyuan Ancient Emperor was the first master of the Immeasurable Heavenly Monument, and the Immortal Emperor was the second. Besides, their purpose is to become immortals, so they can't cooperate anyway, right?"

After listening to Peony's analysis, Ning Yue's eyes were slightly stunned, but she had to admit that Peony's analysis was reasonable. But for some reason, Ning Yue's heart was still a little uneasy and reluctant.

"Don't worry, I'm not really helpless, when the situation in the grassland is stable and no longer turbulent, I will immediately come to the Central Plains to find you. Peony comforted Ning Yue, and slowly came to Qianduxue, her eyes dodging, and a trace of guilt appeared on her face.

"Miss......" Peony said weakly.

"Are you finally willing to call me Miss now?" Qianduxue raised her head coldly, but a trace of inexplicable tears flashed in her eyes, "Come back early, the promise of the year has always been valid!"

"Yes, miss!" Peony's face suddenly bloomed with a sweet smile, but with the smile, two lines of tears dripped down her cheeks. Peony hurriedly stretched out her hand, wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, her figure flashed, and suddenly turned into a breeze and rose into the sky, disappearing above the clouds like an immortal flying in the blink of an eye.

Ning Yue and Qian Duxue did not accompany Sima Jingming, but performed light skills, and in just two hours, they had already come to the capital of Zhongzhou. At this moment, the capital seems to be brewing a thunderstorm, and all eight gates in the capital are closed, and there are no pedestrians within ten miles outside the gates.

Although the dusk of the setting sun was so warm and pleasant, everyone felt that the sky above them was changing dramatically, and the sun was not sunlight, but an invisible and oppressive dark cloud.

Above the city gate, a pair of guards who took over the forbidden army from the Royal Forest Army, everyone must stay at their respective posts and not leave without permission, and all the forces must not move in the slightest. Even, the people of the capital must stay in the mansion and not go out, otherwise there will be no forgiveness!

The succession of new emperors in all dynasties will be accompanied by bloody rain. No matter how smooth the handover process is for each generation, how many rumors are hidden behind the smoothness?

Ning Yue and Qianduxue slowly walked towards the city gate, and before they got close, the Imperial Forest Army above the city gate was already vigilant, "What person, stop!"

If it weren't for Ning Yue and Qianduxue's demeanor being so dusty, then the defenders of the Royal Forest Army would definitely not be so polite to say that someone would be able to stand still.

"The capital is under martial law, the eight gates are forbidden, no one is allowed to approach, this lady son, you start leaving, if you are from the capital, then please go to the official post station not far away to rest for a while, and wait until the end of martial law before entering the city!"

Ning Yue smiled faintly, and the figure of Qianduxue flashed, and suddenly appeared beside the captain of the Imperial Forest Army like a ghost. And the miraculous skill of this hand was even more frightened, so frightened that the Imperial Forest Army fiercely raised its spear and surrounded Ning Yue and the two in the middle.

"This king is Ning Yue, the prince of Dingguo, and he is ordered to enter Beijing!" Ning Yue said in a faint voice, and the surrounding Imperial Forest Army showed doubts on their faces.

If Ning Yue claimed to be the king of Lantian County, they might all know about it, but Prince Dingguo? What is that? Do we have this prince in Da Zhou? But if he can exist as a royal forest army, he is either a meritorious son or a clever and flexible person.

In an instant, Wu Chang grabbed the key word-Ning Yue! When they closed the eight gates, among the waiting lists that the prince repeatedly explained, the word Ning Yue was definitely the first.

Thinking of this, Wu Chang hurriedly scolded his subordinates to put away their spears, and fell to the ground on one knee one by one, "The last general will see the prince, where the duty lies, please forgive the prince."

Now that the capital is under martial law, no one is allowed to walk at will, and after the prince enters the city, please stay in the mansion and do not walk around at will. If you need to face the saint, there will be palace attendants to lead you, and please don't embarrass the little ones!"

The words were neither humble nor arrogant, and Ning Yue couldn't help but glance at this young Wu Changgao. The Imperial Forest Army is not in the military department, and its combat power is not ranked in the military department. But there is one thing in the Royal Forest Army, which is incomparable to the military headquarters. That is the retention of talents.

Nearly half of the members of the Imperial Forest Army were the children of the nobles of the Great Zhou or the descendants of meritorious service. Although many children of the aristocracy are wine bags and rice bags, excellent genes are also destined to produce some amazing talents. Moreover, the soldiers of the Royal Forest Army have the highest degree of Chinese among all the troops, and although they cannot be said to have read poetry and books, each of them can read and break words. From this point of view, the future of the Imperial Forest Army is immeasurable.