raised his eyebrows, Fugui immediately pointed to his silent nose and shouted, "Such a slave, don't you pull her down quickly, dare to rush up again, and beat her to death directly!" ”

In an instant, two burly men rushed up, they grabbed their silent arms menacingly, without the slightest pity for the jade.

Seeing that the coffin was about to be covered, she silently didn't know where she got the strength, so she rushed up, but before her hand touched the person, her foot had already been pulled by someone, and with a bang, she fell directly to the ground, and the blood fell straight down from her forehead.

Everyone present was frightened, Fugui felt that his face was gloomy, and immediately gave a death order, "Fight, give me a beating, it's okay to kill such a bad people!" ”

The stick thicker than the arm instantly hit Momo's body, and the sharp pain instantly spread from his ass to his whole body, screaming silently, but no one around was willing to help.

"Little Wangye, Little Wangye!" The hysterical screams are like ghosts, and the screams are terrifying.

The guards were really bored when they heard it, and the next second they directly aimed at each other's heads with sticks, and at the moment they landed, a whip instantly threw the two aside.

"Ahh A scream that attracted everyone's attention.

"Who? Dare to be presumptuous in the prince's mansion, don't die! Fugui thought that the maid of which family was ignorant, and suddenly turned around, and when he saw Mu Tugui standing opposite, he was so frightened that he knelt on the ground, and his whole body trembled, "Wang ...... Lord, why are you here, aren't you supposed to be on the frontier, you ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a whip was thrown in his face, and the burning pain made him cover the wound all at once, and blood fell directly down his fingers.

"This king has only not returned for a few months, when will it be your turn to be a eunuch in the palace!"

A roar like a beast roared, and the rich and noble broke out in a cold sweat, and he couldn't stop kowtowing on the ground, "The prince forgives the sins, the prince atonements, this matter is not what the slave wants, but this girl is too ignorant and blocks the way for the little prince to enter the earth, so the slave will ......"

Before he could finish speaking, another whip. And this time, the whip rushed directly into the heart of Fugui.

All sounds stopped abruptly at this moment, until Fugui fell to the ground completely, and everyone covered their mouths in panic.

Panic erupted, and people fled.

But Mu Tugui, who was the creator of chaos, didn't care about it at all, and he walked towards the coffin without a hint of disbelief on his cold face until he saw the person inside the coffin.

"How could it be, how could it be, how could it be like this?"

In the coffin, the little boy was half as black as coal, half like a dough, and his quiet sleeping face like an elf seemed to be indisputable.

But he slept there silently, and no one knew the pain he endured, and no one understood the helplessness of his sleep.

Stretching out his hand, Mu Tugui slowly stroked the child's other half of the uninjured face, and tears couldn't stop falling.

"Silently, say, what happened?" A short sentence, as if chewed before spitting out of the mouth.

Silently endured the pain in his body, and hurriedly stepped forward and said, "Lord, half a month ago, Fugui connected the little prince into the palace on the grounds that the virtuous concubine missed the little prince, and there was no news until three days ago, the news of the fire came from the blessing ceremony, and when the slave saw the little prince again, the little prince had already become the inside of the coffin......"

As she spoke, she collapsed in a few moments, and Mu Tugui listened to the knuckled hand clenched into a fist fiercely.

Misfire, how can it be misfired, this kind of ritual is strictly guarded, how can it suddenly catch fire?

"Lord, please be the master of the little prince, the slave heard that when the fire broke out, everyone prayed for the emperor to order the fire, but in the end, the emperor missed the best opportunity to save the little prince because of his anger with the virtuous concubine......"

Mo Mo was not an eyewitness, and the moment she saw the little prince leaving, she immediately found someone to go to the palace to inquire about the situation.

But how could she know that it was almost impossible for the low-ranking palace people in the palace to see such a big scene, and the news she got was just groundless speculation.

But this kind of speculation is particularly fatal to Mu Tugui.

What, this matter is still implicated in Jian Man, shouldn't it, it's impossible, Jian Man has always loved Xuan Ran the most, how could he be on the cusp of the storm and gamble with Mu Chi Zhu, is this not clear to push Xuan Ran into the fire?

The hand clenched into a fist, trembling slightly, his fingertips sank into the flesh, and directly pinched out a few blood marks, he slowly straightened up his curly body, his eyes were cold, and he strode towards the door, "Come on, take the wealth with you, this king wants to see, what kind of explanation will the emperor give to this king?" ”

"No, no!" Before he could take half a step out of the door, the people in the palace knelt down one after another, except for silently. "Lord, please be merciful, don't delve into this matter anymore, the palace really can't bear it."

After the accident, Mu Chizhu also asked someone to find them at the same time when he arranged the mourning hall, and the words were all warning them, if Mu Tugui came to the door in this matter, then they would all have to be buried for Mu Tugui's negligence.

Finally, a few comfortable days have passed, where are they willing to go to the ghost gate again, there is no way, they can only kneel down and beg bitterly, only hoping that Mu Tugui can take their words to heart.

"Can't stand it? Can this king bear the pain of losing his son? Although Heran is not his own child, but in the days that have been with him over the years, he has long regarded Heran as his own blood and blood, and now this white-haired man sends a black-haired man, who can understand the pain?

There was already a hint of trembling in his voice, but the man still controlled his emotions as much as possible, his scarlet eyes slowly closed, and he seemed to use all his strength before he spit out, "If you are afraid, pack your bags and go out, this time, this king has to ask Mu Chizhu for an explanation!" ”

"Lord Wang!" The housekeeper hurried up, hugged Mu Tugui's waist, and at the same time quietly stuffed something into the other party's hand, "This is a matter of great importance, it really can't be described as willful, now you have returned triumphantly, don't be punished for angering the emperor!" ”

The note in the palm of his hand was hard, and the stabbing wound was faintly painful, Mu Tugui was silent for a while, and his clenched fists finally dispersed.

"Lord Wang, did you let the little prince die in vain like this?" silently unconvinced, but the people below no longer gave her a chance to speak.

With a mouth-covering effort, she fainted from the drug in her hand.

The courtyard was finally silent, and the pale plain cloth was mixed with the wind. The silver coins on the ground were blown away, and the crying and shouting sounded again.

Mu Tugui looked up at the boy sleeping in the coffin, the last tear finally fell from the corner of his slightly squinted eyes, and after a long silence, he finally spit out four words with all his strength, "Cover the coffin and bury!" ”