The palace gate of the palace seemed to be different from the previous one this night, but Wei Xun couldn't say what was different, and the strong anxiety made him no longer have the heart to put it elsewhere.

"Lord Wei, the palace gate has been locked, please come back tomorrow. ”

It was a young man in his twenties, dressed in the costume of a palace gatekeeper, but this person was a face that Wei Xun had never seen before.

"Sir, Wei Xun must see Your Majesty if you have an urgent matter, and I hope you can be accommodating. ”

"It's said that the palace gate is locked, what are you still doing here?" As he spoke, the guards at the door drew their long knives one after another, as if as soon as Wei Xun took a step forward, they would kill him on the spot for treason.

No, usually the palace gate would not be closed so early, and the soldiers guarding the gate would not be so rude, something must have happened, Wei Xun paced around in front of the palace gate, his heart full of doubts.

After a while, as if he had suddenly thought of something, he almost flew away from the palace gate like the wind.

Knock knock!

The violent knocking almost knocked a big hole in the door of King Ning's mansion. Ma Zhong put on a coat and walked to King Ning's mansion very reluctantly, opened the door slowly, and said in a daze: "Who! He yawned heavily.

Wei Xun grabbed Ma Zhong's sleeve, and his voice became a little erratic, "Where is your prince, but in the palace?"

Ma Zhong struggled to break the sleeves of his coat that were grabbed by Wei Xun, and after finding that everything was in vain, he pouted and said hatefully: "The prince is not in the palace. ”

"And where is he?"

"I don't know. After speaking, Ma Zhong continued to break free of Wei Xun's arm, and finally said helplessly: "Big brother, I am a person in the palace, where is the master going, do you have to inform me at all times?"

Wei Xun let go of his hand, his eyes full of loss. Since the palace can't find Mu Xize's whereabouts, there is only one last hope left. So, Wei Xun turned around and ran towards Mingyue Pavilion.

Since she became pregnant, Xia Qingqing's body has been sinking day by day, and she has already fallen asleep late at night. Although the imperial doctor warned her that she had a special physique, even if she was pregnant, the possibility of successfully giving birth to an imperial heir was almost zero, she still insisted on raising the fetus and waiting for the fetus in her womb to grow up day by day.

Every day, when the imperial doctor asks for a pulse, she will always secretly give the imperial doctor some silver taels, so that the imperial doctor will keep her mouth shut about this matter, because she has her own thoughts.

If this imperial heir is finally successfully born, it is also possible that her mother will eventually become the most noble woman in the country by virtue of her son, and then she will be able to completely get rid of Xiao Qingyu's shackles. If this fetus really can't be kept, she must find an opportunity to detain the crime of slippery tires on other women who Mu Jingyuan loves, so that her child did not die in vain, and Mu Jingyuan will also pamper herself even more because of guilt.

It was in the middle of the night that it should have been silent, but Yaohua Palace suddenly broke into a ghostly person, who was dressed in black, with quick movements, and the only thing that did not match him was his eyes, those eyes that were stunned as if they were demented.

The first person to find out was a little palace maid who had not yet fallen asleep, and the palace maid desperately shouted and ran. The man turned his head to look at the little palace maid, but he didn't even react at all, and walked straight towards Xia Qingqing's bedroom.

"Niangniang, wake up, someone is going to kill you!" Beside Xia Qingqing, a little palace maid in her teens called out to her while shaking Xia Qingqing's arm.

But her cry seemed to annoy the man, who drew his sword and stabbed her in the heart before the maid could react. The man quickly pulled out the long sword, and the blood stained on the tip of the sword dripped on Xia Qingqing's forehead, Xia Qingqing frowned slightly, slowly opened his eyes, and faced the masked black-clothed man holding the blood-dripping long sword.

"Ahh

Just as the man was about to cut off Xia Qingqing's head with a sword, a long knife flew out of nowhere and forcibly intercepted the long sword in the man's hand.

At this time, I saw that the lights were suddenly bright outside, and many guards were running around with torches, and from time to time they could hear the sound coming in.

"Respect the king's rebellion and protect the emperor and the queen mother!"

Several guard-like people broke into Xia Qingqing's bedroom, and without saying a word, they fought with the man in black.

Taking advantage of the unpreparedness of the man in black, Xia Qingqing walked along the side of the bed, got out of bed carefully, and walked out of the house in a half-squat.

At this moment, the man in black suddenly issued a palm, and that palm hit Xia Qingqing's stomach impartially.

Suddenly, blood flowed from under her skirt, and her face turned pale as if she was about to die.

"Niangniang!" A guard glanced at Xia Qingqing, who was dying, and his eyes widened, looking like he was fighting to the death, and the other guards also showed a look of death as if they were at home.

Under the repeated suppression of the guards, the man in black was finally forced out of Xia Qingqing's bedroom, and then fled outside the Yaohua Palace.

Outside the Yaohua Palace was already a mess. Shouts, fights, the clashing of blades, and the hissing of blades gliding over the body are all mixed with each other, creating a unique atmosphere for this tragic accident scene.

King Jing's personal soldiers were scattered in all corners of the inner palace, and now they were casually slaughtering the palace maids and eunuchs who were fleeing in all directions. Countless corpses lay in the middle of the road, making the beautiful and splendid palace half a day ago eerie and terrifying.

King Jing was dressed in a battle robe, his face was already stained with blood, and the long sword in his hand was still dripping with blood. His eyes were firm and resolute, deep and cold, and they seemed terrifying, but more often than not, they were pitiful, because he was rebelling with the heart of death.

The hazy moonlight reflected a river of blood that had fallen on the ground, enveloping the entire palace in a blood-colored mist. The men in black were mixed with King Jing's army and palace guards, killing anyone as if they had no purpose.

Realizing that the man in black and the palace guards were not the same person, King Jing instructed his subordinates to protect the safety of the mysterious man in black in line with the principle that those who have a common enemy are friends.

King Jing, a prince who has never been involved in government affairs, in order to avenge his mother's tragic death in the prison of Dali Temple, did not hesitate to rely on the power of his mother to gather all the troops that could be gathered, first quietly killed the original palace guards, and then smoothly introduced these troops into the palace.

Now, the thousands of men and horses he brought have been fighting in the palace for a little more than half the night, and Mu Jingyuan's personal soldiers are also rushing to the palace in an endless stream, and he is already embattled and in a difficult situation. What made him most unwilling was that he had fought hard for so long, and he hadn't even seen Mu Jingyuan's face.

He wants revenge, he wants to kill the Queen Mother and Mu Jingyuan to bury his mother, even if he can't kill the person he wants to kill, it is good to be able to bury more innocent people, so he killed with red eyes, didn't care about the bloody wound, almost the rhythm of killing one person with a knife, and finally rushed to Zhaoyang Hall with hundreds of people, including the masked man in black.

As if he had been prepared, Mu Jingyuan went out with the Queen Mother to greet King Jing, and the moment he saw King Jing, his face was not only full of fear, but full of smiles.

"Seventh brother, you didn't support me the most before, why do you want to do such a stupid thing now, don't you know that it is simply self-defeating to attack the palace with these thousands of old and weak soldiers?"

"Mu Jingyuan, you wolf ambition, you are ruthless and unjust! I knew that my mother's concubine would not die but still imprisoned her in heaven and caused her to die a tragic death! The hatred of killing my mother is not shared, even if I fight for my life today, I will let you pay for my mother's life!"

After saying that, he and his only remaining soldiers attacked Mu Jingyuan and the Queen Mother. At this moment, countless bows and arrows suddenly flew out of nowhere, stabbing into the chests of these people with great precision. In just a moment, King Jing was already full of corpses in front of him.

"Seventh brother, if you put down your weapons and tie your hands at this moment, I will definitely spare you a way to live, if you resist stubbornly, don't blame me for ignoring brotherhood!"

Listening to Mu Jingyuan's words, King Jing felt even more hatred in his heart. He Mu Jingyuan, who just turned twenty years old this year, has no experience, what is he doing, and he doesn't feel much higher than him Mu Jingyu, their biological mothers are also concubines, why did this younger brother, who was three years younger than him, fly over the branches and become his master?

In the past, he had no intention of taking the throne, just asking for peace in his life, how can there be any peace in this world, but it is just a joke of self-deception, as a child of the royal family, if he can't become the lord of the world, his life will always be in the hands of others.

His mother's life has been ruined in Mu Jingyuan's hands, his life must be in his own hands, no matter what the outcome of tonight is, he will fight to the end.

King Jing shouted and killed Mu Jingyuan in the attack of the rain of arrows. When he was about to arrive in front of Mu Jingyuan, King Jing's world seemed to be still, obviously holding a long knife in his hand, and obviously making a gesture of running forward, but he couldn't move a single bit.

The cold tips of the arrows pierced his back mercilessly, finally taking root in his heart. Bright red blood gushed out of his heart, dyeing his ornate robes red, mirroring the river of blood on the ground.

He just stood there, motionless like a sculpture, his resentful eyes staring at Mu Jingyuan with wide open, his right hand still tightly holding the long knife that was still dripping blood, his back was rising forward like never before, and his head was always held high.

He, let the cool night breeze blow softly, always remained motionless.

For he was dead, standing there, with his eyes open, and dying with regret.

All the soldiers present had never seen a person die in such a position, and they all stopped fighting and looked at this terrible but more respectable prince.

He is a man with backbone, knowing that he still gives it a go, knowing that if an arrow enters the heart, he will definitely die, but with tenacious perseverance, he forced himself to die in a standing posture.

King Jing was dead, and his men had no intention of facing the battle, and after several bloody battles, they were all captured by Mu Jingyuan's own soldiers, including the masked man in black.

Outside the Zhaoyang Palace, next to hundreds of corpses, there was a long row of people who were tied up by five flowers. These people were covered in blood, but each of them looked at death as if they were at home, and only hoped that they would be able to accompany their master as soon as possible, and pay homage to His Royal Highness.

Mu Jingyuan admired this hard-won trophy with pleasure, and while admiring it, he also let out a sigh, as if he was feeling worthless for these people to bury King Jing.