The dwarf palace slave was born with dark skin, the bridge of the nose was fleshless and crooked, and a pair of white eyes on both sides were rolling around, looking like a slave villain.

After hearing Wu's question, he rubbed his hands together flatteringly and smiled: "It's all here, according to your orders, everything is ready." ”。

"Good. Wu Hui put the Xuanhuo Seal in his hand into the jade box, slowly got up after covering the box, and said in a full robe: "Then let's go and greet our eldest prince." ”。 As he spoke, he narrowed his eyes, and a fierce light flashed in his eyes.

"Remember, when you see Changqin, you can't call me king anymore. After admonishing him, Wu Hui walked slowly outside the hall.

Outside the Palace of Light, the wind was howling.

Changqin, whose face was a little gloomy, once again came to the gate of this familiar palace with an army of 100,000. Whether it is in the palace or in the city, it is just that compared to when he left a few months ago, it was already a thing and a person.

Standing in front of the palace gate, Changqin looked at the tall palace gate made of stone, as well as both sides of the palace gate, with angry eyes and round eyes holding a steel whip, the mighty and domineering stone statue of the burning man, and a trace of apprehension suddenly appeared in his heart.

As early as when he was still in the Gonggong Country, he received a letter from Zhu Rongmi to him, as well as a Xuanhuo order for the transfer of troops. Seeing that Zhu Rong gave him the Xuanhuo Order that never left him, Changqin was amazed. But what is even more suspicious is that Zhu Rong told him in his letter to his family that if there is a change in the country and he cannot return to China in time, he wants Changqin to hand over the Xuanhuo Order to Xiao Shizhu, and ask him to assist Changqin to ascend to the throne of the Fire King.

This point made Changqin puzzled; this Xuanhuo Order has always been a token of the Fire King's troop transfer, how can it be handed over to him? And even if there is a change in the country, Changqin can completely hold the Xuanhuo Order by himself, and he can still mobilize troops to quell the rebellion. He couldn't understand why his father did such a thing as taking off his pants and farting.

Therefore, he hesitated again and again, but still did not hand over the Xuanhuo Order to Xiao Shizhu. Not long after, he received the news of Zhu Rong's death, and Changqin came back with the Xuanhuo Order.

"Prince. Just when he was stunned, a palace slave suddenly walked out of the palace gate and greeted him. Changqin looked at it fixedly, it was his father Wang Zhurong's personal palace slave Xiaodezi.

But after seeing him for many days, this little Dezi directly lost weight, and saw that his eyes were red and his face was full of sadness, and Changqin's heart tightened.

But before he could ask Xiao Dezi what was wrong, he saw that Xiao Dezi hurriedly pulled him aside like a thief, and after getting away from the soldiers guarding the palace gate, he whispered in his ear eagerly, "Why are you back?"

"My father passed away, I was born as a sister-in-law, and I am the prince of my country, how can I not return to China for funeral?"

"But the king obviously wants you to follow General Xiao, no, the king of the Nine Shadows. When Xiao Dezi heard this, he stomped his feet in a hurry and anger, and said in a deep voice: "Prince, how can you disobey the king's last wish?"

Changqin was a little confused and strange to hear.

For hundreds of years, this little dezi has been his father's personal palace slave, and he has always been shrewd and capable of fulfilling his duties, and he is also respectful to Zhu Rong and Changqin. Why is it so abnormal today, so bold that he actually did such a disrespectful thing as hindering Changqin from entering the palace and paying tribute to Zhu Rong?

Changqin thought about it, then frowned and looked at Xiao Dezi again, and Xiao Dezi also frowned at this time, looking at him anxiously.

Looking at each other, Xiao Dezi hurriedly persuaded bitterly: "Prince, this Guangming Palace is no longer what it used to be, and you can't go." If you enter this palace, you must die for a lifetime, or leave quickly according to the king's wishes, and go to the king of the nine shadows to discuss the long-term strategy. ”。 It is said to be an exhortation, but it is more like a warning.

"What's the reason why you can't go back to your home?" his warning words were ambiguous and inexplicable, which made Changqin even more confused. At that moment, he was also a little impatient, so he snorted angrily at the little virtue and shouted: "Besides, what danger can I have when I go back to my own house to pay tribute to my father?"

His voice suddenly became louder, causing the palace guards guarding the palace gate not far away to look sideways at him.

"Shhhh Xiao Dezi was even more anxious when he heard this, and after hurriedly making a boo gesture, he waved his hand again and again: "Prince, don't shout." ”。

As soon as the words fell, Changqin saw another ghost walking in the palace gate not far away. Changqin glanced at the ghost, it was his uncle Wu Hui.

"Prince, Prince, you are back. As soon as Wu Hui saw Changqin, he came over crying, and shouted in a trembling voice with excitement: "My king, my brother Wang has died." ”。

"My poor big brother. Crying and shouting, he walked to Changqin, and suddenly knelt down with a handful of tears and snot, and wailed: "Since you left, he coughed up blood every night, but you were out fighting, and he didn't dare to tell you the truth, for fear that your life would be in danger on the battlefield, so he had to endure the pain and torture, support the increasingly thin sick body, and wait for you to return triumphantly; ”。

The noisy words and words, the long qin, which was still kept in the dark, felt endless guilt in his heart, and also wept silently with Wu Hui's wail.

And Xiao Dezi on the side could only watch anxiously.

Since Zhu Rong's death, almost all the guards in this city have been replaced by ghosts who support Wu Hui. Even the maids and palace slaves in the palace, as long as they dared to say more about Wu Hui's half-sentence, or suspected Wu Hui, they were all assassinated.

And Xiao Dezi clearly remembered that when he went to see Zhu Rong that night, although Zhu Rong had a bad face, he had no weak appearance, and he didn't look like a ghost who was about to die. Why did he leave less than half an hour before the Fire King died for no reason?

So Xiao Dezi knew that Wu Hui must have done something that night, but he decided to endure the humiliation, and quietly watched Wu Hui grief on the surface, but secretly he was in full swing to reshuffle the officials and sergeants of Zhu Rongguo and the various power groups;

Since the Fire King believes in Xiao Shizhu, the King of the Nine Shadows, then Xiao Dezi naturally believes that Xiao Shizhu must be the ghost who can help Changqin, so he desperately dissuaded Changqin from leaving just now.

Even if he is dead, Xiao Dezi must try his best to ensure that Changqin leaves this place safely.

And what he said just now was ambiguous, also because he knew that the guards around here had already been replaced by supporters of Wu Hui, so he didn't dare to be too picky, for fear of bringing immediate danger to Changqin.

Unexpectedly, after a while, the situation was becoming more and more beyond Xiao Dezi's control, Wu Hui suddenly held back his tears, straightened his waist and looked up at the air, raised his arms and shouted: "Big brother, have you seen it? Changqin, he finally came back, and he came to see you." ”。 There was no guilt on his face, but he was full of grief, and he played this grief very well.

After a shout, Wu turned around and collapsed to the ground.

There was a sudden chaos on the side of the palace gate, and in an instant, many palace slaves rushed out of the palace with the imperial doctor, hurriedly helped Wu Hui up, and carried him to a cool place for treatment.

At this moment, the palace slave who had gone to tell Wu Hui that Changqin had returned to China walked up to Changqin and stood still, bowed slightly, and said: "The prince doesn't have to worry, General Wu Hui has been too tired recently, and he is too sad, so he suddenly fainted; Please come with the minion, and the minion will take you to the mourning hall to offer incense to the Fire King. ”。

"It doesn't matter. Changqin was greatly moved when he heard this, nodded and said to the palace slave: "Take me to the mourning hall." ”。 The voice fell, and before he could lift his feet, he was pulled by Xiao Dezi's sleeve.

But when he heard the little dezi, he hurriedly said: "Prince, you are tired from the journey, it is better to go to the army to rest for a day, and then go to the sacrifice." ”。

"Little Dezi. Changqin's sleeves flicked, broke free of Xiao Dezi, and scolded angrily: "What is your intention to prevent this prince from entering the palace and worship my father and the king with incense?"

Xiao Dezi was suddenly pulled out by Changqin, stood unsteadily and sat on the ground, and was scolded by Changqin for a moment, and glanced at the incomprehension and anger on Changqin's face after being aggrieved, so he had to choke back tears and said: "Okay, okay, the slave doesn't hinder the prince, so you will enter the palace with you." ”。 After finishing speaking, he got up, lowered his head and followed the pale and gloomy long qin, and went to the Palace of Light.

The sergeants brought back by Changqin were all detained by the forbidden army in the palace for the reason that they were forbidden to enter the palace and the idle ghosts. Only twenty of Changqin's personal guards were approved to enter the palace with him.

When I came to the mourning hall, I saw that although the mourning hall was full of white silk, the huge sarcophagus was also placed in the middle of the depths, and on the incense table in front of the sarcophagus, there were also pigs, cows, sheep and other sacrificial animals. But nothing else.

There were no palace slaves guarding the mourning hall, the candlesticks on the incense table had long been extinguished, and the incense burner was empty.

For a dignified prince and king, such a mourning hall is too poor.

Changqin vaguely felt bad at this time, and at the same time, he recalled Xiao Dezi's previous abnormality, which seemed to be hinting at something to him.

He slowly walked into the mourning hall and stood in front of the sarcophagus, but saw that the sarcophagus was also crudely made, and it seemed that it was only used for temporary appearance.

Although Zhu Rong is a human soul, it is impossible to leave a body after passing away in the underworld, and the sarcophagus is just Zhu Rong's clothes in front of him. But such a simple coffin is completely incompatible with Zhu Rong's identity.

Vigilance, in a flash in Changqin's eyes.

Suddenly, the guiding palace slave standing at the door clapped his hands. The sound of stroking palms echoed leisurely on the silent mourning hall, which seemed a little harsh.

"What are you doing?" Changqin, who felt more and more uncomfortable, suddenly turned his head and glared at the palace slave after hearing this sudden applause.

"I'm sending you to see the Old Fire King. As soon as the words fell, countless forbidden troops rushed out and surrounded the entire mourning hall.