In the gloomy attic, Song held a bronze pestle more than a foot long and engraved with inscriptions, and walked quickly through the dark corridors of the palace.

Because when the pestle was taken, the emperor withdrew from everyone, so the noise outside at this moment did not come here for a while.

Because he didn't have the imperial blood, the pestle had burned the palm of his hand to red and swollen, but Song Bian was still holding it tightly, and his expression was calm and almost indifferent.

He remembered that Emperor Fang Cai looked at his shocked and panicked appearance, and couldn't help but smile.

"After being a monarch for more than ten years, I have learned some superficial imperial mental skills, and I have not made any progress. ”

The corners of his mouth curled coldly, everything went smoothly, but some unnecessary blood was spared.

He followed the route he had calculated countless times and walked towards the rear of the palace.

After walking dozens of steps, he pulled out a ring from his robe, on which hung four keys that could open the lock on the path to the door of the rear hall.

Early this morning, in the name of welcoming the immortals, he quietly received these keys from the secret guards in the outer city.

At that time, he looked at these keys that had been reproduced, and realized that this matter had been secretly planned for a long time.

It's just that the young Majesty never knew it.

As long as there is no one to stop him, the next road will be unobstructed for him.

It wasn't until he crossed the first door that the sound of chaos finally sounded from behind.

"Song Side, you don't have the blood of the emperor, taking this burning pestle is harmful and useless, don't go crazy!"

"Your Majesty is benevolent, there is still room to turn back at this moment. ”

A deep voice came from behind him, and the person who spoke was still a long distance away from himself, but his internal strength was deep and reached his ears.

Unmoved, Song Fang walked through the secluded pavilion, opened a door, and tied it with his backhand after passing.

Although many of those masters are the secret guards of the palace, they are not as familiar with the structure of this palace as he is, and many of the secret doors and secret passages in this palace are exquisitely designed, and I am afraid that even the emperor is not clear.

Behind the gate, the sound of a chase could be heard in the distance.

Song Fang walked briskly through the corridor, and at the end of the corridor was a pavilion, he opened the door, and then quickly and accurately counted the order of the floors, and used the tip of the incinerator to lift a certain piece of the floor, and entered the secret passage.

At this moment, the emperor was sitting paralyzed in the rain, and several palace maids gathered around, helped him up from the ground, and carefully carried him into the palace.

The dragon robe was drenched in the rain, and the emperor's face was pale, and he muttered to himself.

He has always trusted Song Fang, why did he turn against himself? Is it just because I asked him to pull out the pestle once?

No way...... Could it be ......

The emperor held his forehead, only to feel that his head had been hurting, he stumbled to his feet, pushed the palace maid away, and shouted: "Come on, arrest Song Fang, I will try him personally!"

The palace maid said repeatedly: "Back to Your Majesty, the master of the Praetorian Guard has already gone to arrest him, and the thief has no martial arts, so he should be able to arrest him soon." ”

The master who took care of the emperor also said: "Could it be that Song Bian is the illegitimate son of a certain prince?

The emperor was stunned, and then shook his head again and again: "No...... No, Song side, Song side can't be, he must be submissive to someone......"

"Who will ......?"

The emperor held his head and looked pained: "Don't those masters usually say that one is more powerful than the other?

The Emperor gasped for breath, the pain of betrayal weighing on his heart, his eyes slightly red, and his anger was extreme: "Waste...... You can't catch it, I'll catch it myself!"

The young emperor straightened up in a hoarse voice and walked towards the outside of the palace.

The palace maid wanted to stop it, but a minister who heard the sound pressed his hand and signaled them to stop.

The Emperor walked outside the palace gate again, and he turned around, and the people behind him who had been looking at him either bowed their heads or looked away, and the whole palace seemed to echo with sighs.

The emperor finally sobered up a little, he sneered, his sleeves fluttered, and said, "You guys...... Won't you rebel too?"

The courtier sighed and said: "The ministers just hope that Your Majesty can calm down, now that the imperial city is worried about internal and external troubles, we must not mess with ourselves, although the Song side has taken the fire pestle, but it will definitely not go far, Your Majesty should not be so alarmed." ”

The emperor looked at him and said angrily, "If that pestle falls into the hands of others...... If the pestle falls into the hands of one of my brothers or uncles...... Alas, they should have been killed a long time ago. ”

The Praetorian Guard replied, "The security is extremely tight today, and there is absolutely no one else near the palace. ”

The emperor sneered, "Then why did Song Fang do this? Is he a fool?"

No one in the palace answered.

The emperor looked at the heavy rain outside, and the light of the thunder and lightning hit his face, illuminating a miserable white, and in the ensuing thunder, the emperor's murmur was faint.

"Do you know what that Suzaku Burning Pestle means? Do you know...... What's under this imperial city? If I am in a hurry, I will release that thing, and when the time comes, what will be the glory of the country, I Zhao ...... We want to die with Nanzhou!"

The thunder died away, and the second half of his words echoed clearly in the palace.

He suddenly found that everyone was looking at him, even the palace maid, and they raised their heads timidly.

He realized he had said the wrong thing.

Even if it is the king of a country, he should not say such things.

He wanted to say something to make up for his majesty, but at that moment, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

"Old youkai...... The palace is heavily guarded......" He suddenly shouted, "Who said it was heavily guarded?

"Your Majesty is talking about ......"

"There is a well behind the main hall!" the emperor clenched his fists: "Is there anyone there to fortify?"

The rest of the people became more and more puzzled, "Your Majesty is talking about the well on the Zhenghuang Road?"

"That's it!" the Emperor said categorically.

The minister smiled dumbly: "The well is in the middle of the road, and there are so many people passing by every day, what is so strange?"

The emperor regained his composure, he exhaled a breath of turbidity, and said in a deep voice: "What do you know? ”

......

......

The back door of the palace opened, and the two guards standing with halberds first nervously put on a posture against the enemy, and then retreated, and said respectfully: "Lord Song." ”

The chaos had not yet reached this side, and they did not know that Song Fang was already a sinner who had dug deep into the palace to find him.

Song nodded and walked forward.

One of the guards looked at him and frowned, "Where is Lord Song going, why did you come out of here?"

Song Fang replied casually: "Your Majesty has explained some things, don't ask what you shouldn't ask." ”

"Lord Song, do you need an umbrella for you?"

Song waved his hand: "No need, continue to guard the post, don't say more." ”

The guard hurriedly silenced him, but the other noticed his hand and muttered, "Look...... What is in the hand of Lord Song?"

The man lowered his voice, "It should be the treasure of the palace......"

"No, this door hasn't been opened for many years, and the commander told us back then, this can only be opened by His Majesty holding the supreme noble weapon in the palace, how can Lord Song ......?"

"Will it change?" said the other's expressions changed immediately.

Song Fang ignored their whispered conversation, and in the middle of a few words, he had already walked far away, until he stopped at the ancient well in the middle of the road.

In order to prevent the palace maid from stumbling, the mouth of the well is very high, and there is a jade fence, because it is very close to the Changxiang Palace, so the concubines in the palace often come to fetch water, and they have nothing to do with each other for decades.

This well can be said to be too ordinary to be ordinary.

This Lord Song, who is usually kind to everyone, looked extremely solemn, he knelt down by the well, his knees soaked by the rain, and the copper pestle in his hand was offered with both hands.

The two guards finally sensed that something was wrong, and just as they were about to go to the Song side to see what he was doing, the sound of horses' hooves on the side of the palace was like rain.

Song Fang raised his head, looked over the vast autumn rain, and looked at the team of people and horses that came with a slight surprise.

The emperor was dressed in a dragon robe, and when he saw Song Side, he clapped his hands, turned over and dismounted, and glared at Song Side: "Okay, you are really here!"

"Your Majesty is really wise and decisive. Someone chimed in.

The emperor said sharply: "Don't talk nonsense, hurry up and take him down for me!"

The men and horses that followed quickly surrounded them.

The emperor looked at him with a sneer, and said: "Song side, who are you obeying orders?" Heh, let me guess, although Zhao Shiqiu's martial arts are high, but at this moment he is far away in Mincheng, although Zhao An has wisdom, I have always sent people to keep an eye on it, and there is no information coming, Zhao Shisong is my uncle, he has treated me very well since I was a child, and he also promised me to be a rich prince...... I'm more and more curious, who are you waiting for?"

Song Fang looked at him and smiled: "Your Majesty can guess that the minister is here, it doesn't seem to be stupid." ”

The emperor frowned, and his pupils erupted with anger: "Kill him, take back the Vermilion Bird Burning Pestle, the person you have to wait for, I will wait for you!"

Nobody does.

The Emperor turned to look at them, puzzled and angry, "What?

"Hey, Zhao Fu ......"

The autumn rain was like beans, clattering down on the mortal world, causing a noisy sound.

A voice suddenly remembered, very clear and shallow, but at that moment the emperor felt that he could not hear the sound of rain, he turned around indifferently, saw the edge of the ancient well, I don't know when sat a beautiful girl in a black dress, she was looking at herself faintly, gently shaking the skirt to reveal a small piece of white legs, between the fine eyebrows, the smile was soft.

"Zhao Fu, when I was very young, I said that you were stupid, and now it seems that the words at that time really hurt you, for so many years, you still like to be smart. Compared to your two younger brothers, what else can you do except be born earlier?"

The girl said calmly, her tone was not too turbulent, not like a question or a scolding, just a little bit of leisure.

The Emperor looked at her and suddenly remembered that many years ago, he was called stupid by a little girl ten years younger than himself in an innocent and innocent tone.

He always told himself that although this sister was known as the daughter of the Son of God, she was still young and ignorant, and how could she take it seriously?

Until this moment, he found that after so many years, he had always taken it seriously, and he always wanted to prove that he was not worse than his father and the two younger brothers.

He looked at the girl in front of him, still puzzled: "Zhao Xiang'er...... ......Aren't you in the National Teacher's Mansion?

He suddenly remembered the legend of the well, and scolded himself for being stupid. Over the years, he has always been suspicious of the secrets that his father told him when he was dying, and now that he thinks about it, those should not be the nonsense of his father's death.

Zhao Xiang'er winked at him, as if to say that there is a place in this palace that I can't go?

Song Fang raised his head, looked at the little girl in front of him, and said with a wry smile: "Your Highness, the minister is very difficult to hold this." ”

Zhao Xiang'er snorted coldly: "More than 20 days ago, you failed to save my mother, what happened to letting you kneel for a while more at this moment?"

Song Fang sighed: "Yes, Your Highness." ”

The emperor still didn't understand, "When exactly did Song Fang be loyal to you? Could it be that you were all acting before?"

Song said: "Your Majesty, you are wrong, for so many years, I have never betrayed my mother, before you besieged and killed the Qianyu Palace, I was just powerless, and now Your Highness is back, and I should be loyal to Your Highness." ”

The emperor said: "I sent someone to keep an eye on you, and the witch lord sent you to keep an eye on you, but you still can't keep an eye on it, this matter is so thorough, when did you start plotting?"

Song Fang replied: "A few days ago, His Royal Highness came to the Little General's Mansion, and when I was leaving, in front of everyone's eyes, she straightened my clothes. ”

At that time, she put a note under her lapel.

It's all in plain sight.

Zhao Xiang'er looked at the down-and-out emperor who was drenched in heavy rain, and asked with a smile, "Is there any more problem?"

The emperor looked at her and said, "You don't know, only the emperor's blood can drive this pestle, could it be that you are really the illegitimate daughter of your father?"

"Imperial blood...... Zhao Xiang'er blinked, she finally took the Vermilion Bird Incineration Pestle from Song Side's hand, held it in the palm of her hand, looked at the tip of the incinerator pestle, and said, "Do you know what Imperial Blood is?"

The emperor was stunned, he didn't expect Zhao Xiang'er to ask this, he said: "The imperial blood is naturally the blood inherited from the founding of my Zhao royal family. ”

Zhao Xiang'er shook her head slightly, and slashed the tip of the incinerator across her palm, and the blood flowed out and dripped on the copper pestle, and the blood dripped on the smooth surface of the pestle, and then the copper pestle lit up, and each inscription was shining with scarlet light, as if it was a mini hollow copper furnace, and the charcoal fire in it was ignited by her blood.

The emperor was dumbfounded: "This ...... How is that possible? Who the hell are you?"

Zhao Xiang'er looked at the pestle in her hand, smiled with satisfaction, she looked at the emperor, and said calmly: "The imperial blood is the blood of the Zhao family rewarded by the immortals, I am the daughter of the immortals, and the imperial blood is of course my blood." ”

As soon as these words came out, everyone present was shocked and speechless, only Song Fang bowed, and he finally eliminated the last doubt in his heart and was convinced.

The emperor staggered back and pointed at her tremblingly: "You...... Is the mother really ...... We killed ......"

The emperor covered his heart and spoke incoherently.

Zhao Xiang'er walked down holding the burning fire pestle, behind her, a pair of flaming wings were faintly outlined, and the heavy rain fell on her side and was steamed into a vast white gas, and no drop could fall on her body.

"The first emperor had plans to abolish you, but he was benevolent ......" She walked past the emperor's side, glanced at him faintly, and sighed indifferently: "This Zhao country was originally lent to you by your mother, and now that the country is in trouble, you can't do anything, so I will take it back on her behalf, Zhao Fu, go to your Changxiang Palace to rest, don't bother me." ”

They passed by in the heavy rain, and the emperor stood in place in despair, his bright yellow robe becoming more and more desolate in the wind and rain.

Zhao Xiang'er stopped, looked at the people who were still standing in the rain, and asked, "What about you?"

Almost everyone remembered that scene three years ago.

At this moment, there is no remnant sun, only heavy rain, and the girl's dress is not bloody.

But people involuntarily parted ways.

Zhao Xiang'er passed through the crowd and walked towards the palace.

"Song side wishes to always follow the side of His Highness. Song Fang shouted, knocked on the ground with his forehead, and bowed heavily.

The scene was like a frost wind blowing through a hundred grass, and the people facing the girl's back fell down like reeds.