The fiefdom increases by 1 soldier in 1 second, and the empress kneels down and begs not to rebel

When blood spurted out from the slashed neck, the boy covered his neck with his hands and slowly backed away with frightened eyes.

"Ah!"

The surrounding maids and servants were so frightened that they screamed. The two most panicked people immediately ran towards the door, but the dead soldiers stood at the door with expressionless faces and swords. Their bodies were as insurmountable as mountains.

The ghost-like scream is still ringing:

"Why did you kill my son!"

"What are you doing again? Why did you just let him die like that!"

"How could you just watch him die? Without him, what will I do in the future?!"

With the roar, King Qing's eyes turned red and he slashed at the maids and servants who were running around in the room.

The maids and servants fell down one after another, but Prince Qing began to cry loudly, and the knife became more and more fierce. Suddenly the room was filled with blood, and pieces of flesh and blood were scattered everywhere.

Amidst the increasingly strong smell of blood, Jin Jiande's body lying on the bed was also stained with blood, making it particularly terrifying.

One of the maids had nowhere to go and jumped onto the bed during the chase.

At this time, King Qing no longer cried and howled, but laughed maniacally. He chased to the bed and stabbed the maid on the bed with his knife.

The maid was stabbed with bloody holes all over her body and fell on the bed screaming. Prince Qing fell into complete madness and continued to slash at the corpse with his knife.

I don't know how long it took, until there was no more moaning in the room, King Qing finally let go of his hand as if he was out of strength, and the curled knife fell to the ground with a clang.

Prince Qing also sat down on the ground at this time, looking at the ground with dull eyes.

The dead soldiers remained silent and still stood at the door.

Then, a weak and trembling voice sounded from the room;

"A sin."

"Don't she know that I only have one son left..."

"He hasn't given birth to an heir yet, and now he's dead like this. Then... what should I do in the future..."

"Let me... let me have no descendants..."

King Qing's hair was disheveled, he covered his face with his hands, and began to sob tremblingly.

After a long time, he looked at the dead soldiers outside the door with hanging eyes, and murmured lifelessly:

"Come...send me..."

"Send me to the palace."

-

Jin Fengluan touched his forehead with his hand, his tired face full of sadness.

After returning from the Imperial Preceptor, she summoned Jin Pingwu to explain the matter of going to the barbarians. After he left, she prepared to go to bed. There were too many things that happened today. She was already exhausted and just wanted to have a good sleep.

But as soon as he fell asleep and before he fell asleep completely, the palace maid came to report that the master of the country had passed away.

This really shocked Jin Fengluan. Although the little Taoist priest said that the imperial master was in ill health, he was in good condition when he went to visit him. How could he suddenly pass away?

So she immediately sent the eunuchs to take the imperial doctor there. Not long ago, the imperial doctor came back and said that the imperial master had indeed passed away. As for the imperial master's appearance before, it was a sign of coming back to life.

Only then did Jin Fengling understand, but his heart became increasingly upset.

But then, the little Taoist priest Miao Mu came again, crying and saying that before his death, the Imperial Master specifically told him that as soon as he passed away, he would be sent to a man named "Zi Yue" in the mountains, and the sooner the better. .

It is said that it is an auspicious place, and being buried there can ensure that the country remains standing.

Jin Fengluan didn't know where Ziyue Mountain was, but seeing what the little Taoist said was true and what the Imperial Master had specifically told before his death, he didn't hesitate at all, but was a little happy.

After all, it was a good thing to keep the country standing. The passing of the national master seemed to be a sign of joy and mourning, so she immediately agreed.

Immediately, Miao Mu led his men in a carriage and left the palace overnight under the escort of the guards.

But for some reason, not long after they left, Jin Fengling felt inexplicably dry. He couldn't sleep even when he returned to the palace. Now he was sitting in the chair with his eyelids twitching.

"What's going on..." At this moment, Jin Fengling put his hand on his forehead and muttered to himself.

"Is it possible that... I went to the Imperial Preceptor and was infected by the disease?"

Thinking of this, Jin Fengling was startled and hurriedly stood up and shouted:

"Come here, send the doctor over quickly!"

"Yes, Your Majesty!" The palace maid hurriedly picked up the lantern and left.

Jin Fengluan frowned, feeling increasingly uneasy and regretful that he shouldn't have gone to the Imperial Preceptor today.

The palace maid could only leave for a moment when a young eunuch hurriedly came to report.

Jin Fengluan raised his eyebrows, put on a coat and walked out of the room. The little eunuch knelt behind the curtain and said hurriedly:

"Your Majesty, something is wrong!"

"The young prince...he is gone in the mansion!"

Hearing this, Jin Fengluan shouted coldly: "Leave?! Where has this evil obstacle gone? Didn't he send someone to look after him?"

The little eunuch said quickly:

"Your Majesty, the young prince is...severely injured...dead."

After the words fell, Jin Fengling's pupils shrank, as if he had been struck by lightning.

"what?!"

"died?!"

Jin Fengluan's expression suddenly changed and he screamed.

"How could he be dead? He wasn't hit hard!"

"Didn't they ask the doctor to take a look after they were sent back to the mansion?!"

The little eunuch shook his head and said in a trembling voice: "There was too much noise in the palace, and Master Zhao's residence is not far away, so the news came out."

"According to the person sent by Mr. Zhao, the prince is on his way to the palace."

Jin Fengling's face suddenly turned pale, and she took two steps back, her eyes full of panic.

Immediately afterwards, she screamed helplessly:

"I didn't want to kill him!!"

-

On the street, Miaomu wiped the sweat from his forehead nervously as he looked at the carriage passing by and the group of soldiers behind it.

"Fortunately, it's not for me."

After whispering in fear, Miaomu opened a corner of the curtain and looked at the stars in the night sky, his face gradually calmed down.

"Master, you are right."

Shaking his head, Miaomu leaned back and gradually moved away from the palace under the starry sky.

In the carriage, Prince Qing's white hair was mottled with blood. He sat expressionless, his blood-stained red hands intertwined, rubbing them constantly, and murmuring in his mouth. Whisper.

After a while, the carriage gradually stopped.

Prince Qing slowly got out of the car and looked forward. There were already guards outside the palace gate.

"Your Majesty, my condolences."

"It's just that you came so late to see His Majesty, why did you bring so many people here?" Jin Xuan, the leader of the Imperial Guard, said in a deep voice.

Prince Qing took a deep breath and said slowly:

"Your Majesty, are you waiting for me?"

Jin Xuan nodded: "Yes, Your Majesty."

"If you want to see His Majesty, please go alone."

After a long silence, Prince Qing raised his head and looked at him and said:

"it is good."

"Take me into the palace."