Reborn group favorite: The prince and I are enemies

In this killing, everyone has an ulterior motive.

Some people go one step further to get closer to the pinnacle of power.

There are also people who just want to fish in troubled waters and take advantage of the chaos to kill people.

For example, in the case of Ding Beihou, before the crown prince's crime of collaborating with the enemy could be settled, he arrived and was provoked by someone in a few words, and then he rushed towards Prince Qi's palace.

It's good this time. With some hard work, I can probably get rid of the three tribes of Yiyi. With him messing up like this, it's safe to destroy the nine tribes.

Doing things with your butt and not your brain is doomed to ruin the legacy of your ancestors.

Logically speaking, since the master and the chief minister of Prince Qi's Mansion are not here, crushing Prince Qi's Mansion should be as easy as crushing an ant's nest.

But...the two commanders, Cangwu and Canghe, had once walked out of the blood sea of ​​Corpse Mountain with King Qi, and had gone through hundreds of battles.

Marquis Dingbei lost one of his hands, and the [-] private soldiers he led were no match for the [-] guards of Prince Qi's palace. As soon as they entered the courtyard, they were beaten to the ground by Cang Wu and Cang He together.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Dingbeihou is so weak?" Cang Wu laughed with his arms crossed.

Cang He glanced at him unhurriedly and said: "Tie him up and throw him into the dungeon first! When the time is right, he will be escorted to the palace. If he is too lazy to escort him, it doesn't matter. Let him die in the dungeon with snakes, rats, rats and ants. good."

Cang Wu kicked Dingbei Hou and said proudly: "Where is Prince Qi's palace? Do you think my brothers are just decorations? I don't know how you, an idiot, became Dingbei Hou."

Cang He rolled his eyes at him: "Why? Damn it! It's a pity that he is a prodigal son. He really won't be able to see his ancestors even if he dies."

Marquis Dingbei's face turned red and he was furious: "A scholar can be killed but not humiliated! If you dare, kill me! Don't play a double act in an arrogant manner and try to insult me ​​with words!"

Cangwu poked Ding Beihou's disheveled head with the scabbard of his sword: "I, this lord, you are a real monkey, are my two brothers insulting you? Really? We are telling the truth, okay? I really admire you. This mysterious self-confidence is obviously so weak, but yet so ignorant of itself!"

After saying that, the two commanders ordered people to throw Dingbei Hou into a secret prison, and then ordered people to clean up the corpses and blood on the ground.

Chu, Xiao Qian and Lu Yi were hiding in the secret room. They were listening intently to what was going on outside. Their hearts seemed to be hanging over an abyss, as if they would "click" at any moment.

Falling with a sound.

Mrs. Chu clasped her hands together and kept chanting the Buddha's name. Xiao Qian stood behind her, her face was pale, but she bit her lip and said nothing.

Lu Yi comforted in a low voice: "Madam, Xiao Qian, don't worry too much. I believe that the two commanders, they are both carefully selected by the prince, will not let anything happen to Prince Qi's palace."

Mrs. Chu raised her eyes and tears rolled down her face: "I'm worried about Yan Yan. The situation here is so dangerous. She has been gone for a year and I don't know what's going on outside."

Mrs. Chu truly loved this daughter who had no blood relationship with her, and she loved her deeply.

In the past year, she could only learn about Yan Yan's safety from the mouths of the two commanders, but she didn't know whether she was well fed and clothed outside. What should she do if she was hungry or cold?Who will take care of you if you feel sick?

She never relaxed for a moment.

Mrs. Chu's words made Xiao Qian, a little crybaby, cry. She said "Wow" and her tears couldn't stop falling: "Miss, I'm so worried about you and miss you so much."

Lu Yi hurriedly comforted the two of them, but in the end, he comforted Lonely, but instead made the two of them cry more and more fiercely.

"Shut up!" Lu Yi scolded, "Don't blame me for talking about you. You two are really worried about the world being in chaos. I know you are worried about the princess, but you must also cheer up every moment, otherwise the princess will see you like this. I don’t even know how to worry!”

The two of them stopped crying immediately, and Lu Yi pinched her eyebrows - she was the one who worried the most.

In any case, Prince Qi's palace is safe, and so is the palace.

Yu Qian was sitting in front of the case, staring in the direction of the door, and stayed up all night.

There was no lamp in the room, so he held the armrest of the chair tightly, waiting for the news of victory to come from the palace, waiting for the glory to shine on the eaves of the Yu family again.

He waited and waited, and the first ray of light in the morning came, but there was still not a word of news of victory.

This [-]-year-old man showed signs of fatigue for the first time. He looked senile and his back was severely stooped. His gray hair and withered face made him look like a candle in the wind.

He is old, success or failure depends on this.

But he just didn't want to admit that the current situation was completely different from that of then.

At that time, traitors were in power, demons were rampant, and a group of cowards clung to power, so that no one cared about the hero's death.

But now, the young Yingjie has matured.

Yangzhou's disaster was annihilated by a group of passionate young people.

The war in northern Xinjiang was raging and was calmed down by King Qi and his wife.

The strife and upheavals in the palace are turbulent. There are great scholars of the time who are standing in the current, and there is also the full-fledged Lu Mingyong who is in charge.

This world is full of bad cards.

But there are heroes from all walks of life, self-improving men, and arrogant women, all trying their best to play this bad card well.

Yu Qian is old and this is not his world.

Things that were easy back then are now extremely difficult.

He is so unwilling!

Not reconciled.

"Boom...boom..."

The morning light suddenly appeared in the eastern sky, and at the beginning of the morning sun, rays of sunlight refracted down, dispersing the darkness, and the entire earth was gradually illuminated, and the fragrance was infinite for all eternity.

And the sound of the death knell finally spread throughout the streets and alleys with the arrival of light.

Knocked on the light and opened a new curtain.

A hammer is fixed.

It shows that the situation is stable.

Outside, the housekeeper came to report: "Master, the Queen Mother and Her Majesty passed away one after another. People from the palace came to report the funeral. Now I have sent my servants to buy white cloth, silk, and various funeral items."

"The second master has a high official position and needs to go to the palace with his second wife to cry day and night for three days. The master and the other masters have to wear hemp and silk at home."

Yu Qian fell down on the chair with all his strength, unable to stand up.

He buried Lu Xiao with his own hands, but even though Lu Xiao died, he would eventually go down in history as a hero.

What about him?What will it be?

Traitor?

A courtier?

In fact, what he fears most is that future history books will never mention him even in a few words.

"Woo..." The cries kept coming and going.

After the capital city was washed away with blood, as the death knell rang and palace attendants rushed around to announce the funeral, the capital city was shrouded in a cloud of mourning.

The emperor was mourned and the new emperor ascended the throne.

For the princes in the court, this means a change of power, but for the people, it is just another person becoming the emperor. How much does this have to do with them?

When a country rises or falls, it's not just those at the bottom who suffer.

So what everyone is crying about is not His Majesty and the Queen Mother, but the fate that they cannot control.