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Seeing that King Lingnan closed the door of the palace and did not let anyone in, at this time, the fire-dragon-like second prince forcing the palace in the distance had spread rapidly and was already close at hand.

The smell of blood wafted in the air.

The pitch-black water on the ground spread and flowed quickly, it was not black, it was bright red blood.

"Your Majesty, help."

"Hurry, run"

"The second prince is here, run"

It's messy, all the ministers are messed up.

They used to look down on the second prince, no one treated him personally, they all fought to attach themselves to the other princes, and they all abandoned this mediocre prince, and now, the most unpopular prince forced the palace to come, leading a large army to force the palace, none of them had a good relationship with this prince, and they couldn't make friends at all at the moment, how to live, how to live.

Outside the main palace like exquisite flowers, the cries of terror resounded one after another through the night, some ran in all directions, some desperately rushed to the king of Lingnan to ask for help, and some pretended to be dead in the night

It's messed up, it's completely messed up.

King Lingnan stood in the empty hall, listening to the shouts and screams that were getting closer and closer outside, his face was as if he had been ten years old for a moment, so he had obviously guessed everything, but there was no way to change it, he could only watch the situation develop downward, such a situation was even more sad for him than to kill him.

The rampant laughter of his second son came from a distance, accompanied by the screams of the ministers of the court being killed and the sound of begging him for help, and King Lingnan closed his eyes deeply.

There are only 3,000 forbidden troops in the palace, but there are 30,000 Janissaries in the northern suburbs, 30,000 against 3,000, and he can't protect himself, who else can he save

Second son, his good second son.

He Lingnan has been strong for a hundred years, no matter how Hou Qin and the later Zhenbei are eyeing each other, they can stand, but now, they are destroyed in the hands of their own people.

ruined in the ambitions of his own son.

"The operation of my Nan clan for more than ten generations, and the garrison for hundreds of years, are all destroyed in your hands today." King Lingnan looked at the long wind in the north of the underworld, and the hatred in his eyes was almost substantial.

He knows very well what his second son has the ability to do, today the North Ming Changfeng helped him force the palace, and when he killed all the Lingnan courtiers, that is, when the North Ming Changfeng killed him, he couldn't keep the land of Lingnan, and he couldn't keep the hundred-year foundation.

Beiming Changfeng slowly stood up at this time, looking down at King Lingnan at the door of the hall: "This is the consequence of you moving people you shouldn't move." ”

He said that Ziyu was protected by him, and he dared to challenge his bottom line three times and twice, so now is the consequence.

I didn't want the Hou Qin State to intervene and swallow his hard work for so many years, but for the sake of Ziyu, I ceded a small amount of Lingnan forces to the Hou Qin State, anyway, he will get it back in the future, and he will get it back with interest.

"Qin Ziyu" King Lingnan caught the hidden meaning in the words of the Northern Immortal Changfeng, and immediately his eyes sharpened: "You don't want Qin Yun's life"

The long wind of the Northern Darkness walked down slowly, and a trace of coldness flashed on his face when he heard the words: "He is not in your hands." ”

Yesterday, through the people who have been planted in the past few years, it was found out that Qin Yun was not in the hands of the King of Lingnan, and Qin Yun was not captured by the King of Lingnan at all.

The fact that Qin Yun's whereabouts are unknown is really anxious, but it is precisely because of this that the Lingnan Dynasty must be destroyed.

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