Although Yan Moli is the prince of the Northern Khan, he does not have enough information about the palace now, he doesn't know that Chu Tianlu, who is the son of heaven, is still alive, and he doesn't know that the Taiqian Palace drama was planned by his father.

In his cognition, he has been completely dominated by his brother's previous personality, and thinks that it was Yan Moge's intention to seize the throne that caused all this, which is why Yan Moli couldn't help but beat his brother.

So in the face of these preconceived ideas, now tell Yan Moli his father that the current king of the Northern Khan, Yan Tianzong killed his father and seized power, how could he believe it.

Yan Moge got up with difficulty, the slap just now and the current push made him a little dizzy with his body and bones. Yan Moge clutched his chest and gasped for a few breaths, and finally got some relief.

"Brother, this is what I heard with my own ears! You think, if it's fake, why haven't we ever met Uncle Wang! ”

"How do you prove that your father has a brother?" Yan Moli's tone calmed down a little, to be honest, he was already a little shaken.

Yan Moge licked his dry lips and exhaled: "I entered the ancestral hall before and saw the genealogy of our Yan family. In front of my father there is a page that has been torn off......"

Yan Moge paused when he said this, he lowered his eyes and thought about it, but did not say the words that followed. Instead, he continued from a different angle: "The siege of Taiqian Palace was also planned by my father, and after Wu Angxiong told me, I wanted to go to the palace gate to stop you, but I was blocked by the Qianjun. He took two quick steps back to his brother, spread his eyebrows and squeezed out a smile, "It's great that you're safe now!" I'll find a way to send you out, brother! ”

As soon as he said this, Yan Moli frowned again, and his expression became suspicious. Yan Moge said it reasonably, but there was nothing substantial in front of Yan Moli, and now he was in a hurry to send himself out of the palace, even for the sake of his safety, he couldn't help but suspect that this was Yan Moge's story.

You still have to find out for yourself.

Yan Moli sniffed and said, "No need, you stay in Mingnan Palace, I have a way to get out of the palace." ”

Yan Moge also rarely complied with his wishes, and nodded obediently: "Brother, don't worry, I will find out the truth about the matter and give you an explanation." ”

Yan Moli ignored him, and after tidying up his clothes, he took the empty food box out of the Ming Nan Palace, and after saying goodbye to Wu Angxiong on a secluded path, he sneaked towards the ancestral shrine.

For more than 100 years since the founding of the Northern Khan, the person sitting on the chair of the wolf god has always been surnamed Yan, and the ancestral shrine has been decorated with majesty and solemnity.

Different from other buildings in the palace, the ancestral shrine is a red wall and black tile, and the plaque with red letters on a black background is even more daunting.

At this time, it was already dark, but the ancestral shrine was still bright. He remembered that his father would find a time to worship every month. Yan Moli walked towards the ancestral shrine, hoping that he might be right.

There were also two cadres at the gate of the ancestral hall, and when they saw someone walking towards them, they raised their faces and raised the scimitar in their hands in front of the door: "Who is it?" ”

Yan Moli bent his body and lowered his head, raised his voice and said sharply: "The king ordered that he should come to worship tomorrow, and let the little one come to clean up first." ”

Not to mention anything else, Yan Moli is really similar to playing an internal official.

Qianjun tilted his head slightly, and his eyes retrieved Yan Moli in front of him: "It's so late for you to come and clean up?" ”

Yan Moli bowed his head lightly and said unhurriedly: "Your Majesty has already fallen asleep, who expected that it would be difficult to fall asleep after tossing and turning on the couch, and I couldn't sleep when I thought about it." "Yan Moli is also smart, and he didn't say anything to death. As soon as the Qianjun heard that this was a big deal, he couldn't be delayed, so he put down the scimitar without suspicion, and one of them helped him open the door: "Go in." ”

"Hard work two." Yan Moli bowed and entered the ancestral shrine.

The ancestral hall looks solemn outside, but the furnishings inside are simple, the first thing to see after entering the door is two bronze candle trees, the candles on it are all lit to illuminate the ancestral shrine like the day, and then there is an offering table, there is a candle on both sides of the table, the middle is the family tree, behind the table is the ancestral tablet that is gradually rising, and there is a small candle in front of each tablet.

Yan Moli glanced at it simply, and then walked towards the offering table.

'Gan Family Tree'

The name is also down-to-earth.

The genealogy of the Yan family is a bamboo slip book, as long as a person is born, there will be their own bamboo slips to join, and the bamboo slips can be split at will, in order to have some Yan descendants have any great achievements, and the original bamboo slips can not be added. But because of this, what does the 'tearing' in Yan Moge's mouth mean?

Yan Moli smiled self-deprecatingly, thinking that he was almost deceived by Yan Moge, but even so, he still had a clear goal and turned directly to the last few pages.

As soon as he opened the page of his father, the smile on his face froze.

The bamboo slips of the genealogy are all connected with fine hemp rope mixed with copper wire, but between his own Ah Weng and his father, there are traces of re-splicing that ordinary people can't find at all.

If it weren't for Yan Moli having this pimple in his heart, he would have observed it deliberately, and he would definitely not have found any traces. He trembled and flipped back again, Yan Moli only felt that his heartbeat had missed a beat.

The bamboo slips that belong to their own genealogy actually have traces of re-binding.

There was a very bad premonition, Yan Mo couldn't help but speed up his breathing, and even his heart was beating extremely nervously. Without having time to think about it, Yan Moli put down the genealogy and put it back in its place, turned around and walked away quickly.

Seeing that he was in a hurry, the cadres were about to stop him, but he also dealt with it on the grounds that he was suddenly unwell.

Out of the sight of the two cadres, Yan Moli took off the clothes of the internal officials without hesitation, revealing the flying shoulder and sleeved robe embroidered with wolf patterns inside, and walked towards the Tianju Palace alone.

Outside the Tianju Palace, as soon as Yan Moli fell silently to the roof, he saw a small group of cadres pressing a person he had never seen before walking inward.

Yan Moli didn't know what was going on, it was so late, what a big deal Yan Tianzong had committed if he wanted to see such a person. didn't have time to think about it, Yan Moli rolled down the roof, found a window in a dark place and quietly entered the Tianju Palace.

It happened that the man was taken to Yan Tianzong's couch, and the Qianjun tiptoes went to the top of his knees, and the man knelt on the ground.

As soon as the prisoner knelt on the ground, he slammed his head on the ground and trembled.

"He Xiangong ......"

Yan Tianzong's ridiculous voice came from inside the tent, "Does the Immortal Gong still remember Lonely?" ”

He Xiangong was still trembling, and after a long time, he slowly straightened up and said tremblingly: "Wang... The king is famous, and no one knows the people of Northern Khan. ”

"Playing stupid?" I only heard Yan Tianzong sigh lightly on the couch in the tent, and the cadres outside understood it, and immediately pulled out the scimitar on his waist and put it firmly on He Xiangong's neck.

The cold and piercing touch on the back of his neck made He Xiangong tremble even more, and his head was heavily clasped to the ground and made a muffled sound: "Your Majesty, the little one knows that the king is wrong!" The small one is just a misdiagnosis! Medicine is in the world, misdiagnosis is inevitable, your majesty! ”

At the moment of life and death, He Xiangong didn't care about the pain, and kept hitting his head on the ground, and after a few muffled sounds, it was already dripping with blood.

Yan Tianzong breathed a sigh of relief again, and said in a deep voice: "You all retreat." ”

The Qianjun and the palace maids and officials on the side saluted lightly when they heard this, and then retreated silently. In the huge bedroom, only Yan Tianzong and He Xiangong and Yan Moli in the dark were left.

He Xiangong stopped his movements, and calm returned to the bedroom. The thin tent on the couch was lifted, and Yan Tianzong, who was only wearing a shirt, collapsed unhurriedly.

Wang Shang slowly walked up to He Xiangong and helped him up, gently patted the dust on his clothes, and said softly: "Xiangong, do you know that you misdiagnose ......" Yan Tianzong's hand suddenly grabbed He Xiangong's neck, and his tone was instantly cold to freezing point, "What trouble has caused Gu!" ”

As the words fell, Yan Tian's murderous face was revealed, and the right hand holding his neck suddenly exerted force, although He Xiangong struggled desperately, he also pulled He Xiangong up.

"You said that because of the battle, there are too many injuries and illnesses on your body to have children! Seeing that you have a very high voice among the people, I believe your words, so now I ask you! Yan Tianzong's strength was getting bigger and bigger, and He Xiangong's face had begun to turn purple, "How can my second prince exist!" ”

As soon as these words came out, Yan Moli, who was in the dark, staggered two steps and widened his pupils, and at this time, Yan Tianzong in his eyes began to become unfamiliar.

Yan Moli was shocked by what he heard, and the sound of unsteady feet was also noticed by Yan Tianzong, but there were never only the three of them in the room, in the blink of an eye, in the darkness at the other end of the Tianju Palace, a black shadow flashed quickly, passing Yan Tianzong like a breeze, and heading straight for Yan Moli.

Yan Tian, who was lying on the couch, glanced at it and threw He Xiangong out of his hand like garbage.

Yan Moli couldn't react, so he could only forcibly take the palm of the black shadow, but there was still such a big gap between the two, Yan Moli was knocked to the ground, and only one palm made him vomit blood.

The black shadow froze his figure, and Yan Moli saw that this person was the guard beside Yan Tianzong: Qiu Bo.

Qiu Bo looked at him coldly, lifted Yan Moli's feet expressionlessly, and dragged him out.

Seeing Yan Moli, Yan Tianzong's expression did not change in the slightest. Even if he knew that Yan Moli had heard what he had just said.

Yan Tianzong walked to the table on the side and sat down, and said to Qiu Bo, "You deal with him." Qiu Bo glanced at He Xiangong, who had fainted to death, and nodded, just like treating Yan Moli, Qiu Bo stepped forward and lifted He Xiangong's ankle and walked out, his expression did not change during the period, just like an obedient wooden man.

Yan Moli also quickly adjusted his breathing, he stood up, and looked at his father's eyes with hostility.

I can't hide it anymore, and I can't even keep the last dignity now. Yan Tianzong sighed helplessly and said, "Did you hear it?" ”

What he didn't expect was that Yan Moli was very calm, he stood up straight and asked, "My father, who is it?" ”