Legend of a Drop-dead Gorgeous Princess

Qingyun could feel Yang Shuo's nervousness, and she was also nervous. Because the palace is too peaceful.

All signs indicate that something big will happen recently, but there is no panic in the place where something big should happen most.

Do you think too much? Qingyun's heart lifted tighter.

When they arrived at the gate of the palace, the guard at the gate saw them and let them go.

Qingyun glanced at Yang Shuo, and Yang Shuo nodded, "Princess, I will go directly to Zhaoyang Hall."

Qingyun said: "I will go too."

The Chaoyang Temple was the place where the emperor went to court. Looking at the door of the palace from a distance, there were two teams of guards standing at the door. Yang Shuo looked at the guards, he knew each other, and was relieved.

Yang Shuo said: "Princess, you go back to the palace first. The humble post is here waiting for the emperor to resign."

Qingyun saw Yang Shuo's expression relax, and she felt relieved. Watching Yang Shuo enter the gate of Zhaoyang Hall. She just turned around and walked two steps, and found two people standing behind the front pillar who shouldn't be standing in Zhaoyang Hall.

One is Zhang Shan, the other stranger, Qingyun remembers seeing this person when he was in Fumantang Restaurant, he was with Huo Jingyun.

Zhang Shan was looking down and talking to him.

At this time, shouldn't Zhang Shan be in Wealthy Country with his brother? She walked towards Zhang Shan, but through the crack of the Zhaoyang Hall door of Weiqi, she saw Yang Shuo being pressed to the ground. Just as Yang Shuo was about to struggle, a long knife was placed across his neck.

Yang Shuo's martial arts is superb, and he is definitely not a leisurely person, but he is so easily controlled.

Qingyun stopped instantly, but Xiaoshuan pulled Qingyun's sleeve, "Quickly follow me."

Qingyun was pulled by Xiaoshuan and walked a few steps forward, she threw him away. "Something must have happened in Zhaoyang Hall, Xiaoshuan, I want to go in and take a look."

"Princess, if something really happens, wouldn't it be dangerous for you to go in now? The guards inside have found us, and leave here soon."

Qingyun looked at the guards standing on both sides of the door, paying no attention to the movement inside, as if he hadn't heard anything.

Qingyun said: "Danger, too."

Xiao Chuanzi wanted to say something, Qing Yun pushed the door directly into Zhaoyang Hall.

The guard at the door didn't step forward to stop her, Qingyun concluded that these people must have taken some orders.

As soon as they entered the gate of Zhaoyang Hall, the door slammed shut. A **** air rushed towards him!

The room was a little dark, Qing Yun was stunned, only to realize that the sky had changed inside!

There is no ripple on the outside, but the fire and water in the sky.

In this hall, a lot of corpses were collapsed. Qingyun even saw the corpse of Shangshu Liu Jun lying in the hall!

There was no fighting, there was a dead silence, and the two sides were smashing.

Qingyun's heart jumped wildly, she closed her eyes to stabilize her mind, and looked up.

The entire Zhaoyang Hall was densely packed with soldiers, most of them wearing silver armor, a small part of black armor.

The person in black is Ling Chen.

Qingyun's heart is sorrowful, is the general situation gone? That person is arrogant and will not surrender. During this period of time, he has focused on unifying the Northern Wilderness Continent, is it going to be here today?

Qing Yun looked to the front through the crowd, she saw Ling Chen.

He was dressed in a bright yellow brocade robe, his eyes were calm, sitting on the dragon chair, looking lightly at the next hundred officials.

He had already seen Qing Yun, Qing Yun saw his brows frowned, and his eyes moved away from her again.

Beside him, stood King Rui, Prime Minister Shi, Taifu Han, Doctor Shen, and some of his confidant officials.

Zhang Yang and Han Zhitao held double swords in front of Ling Chen. A black guard stood around.

As for Gu Fan, Qing Yun almost screamed, but Gu Fan stood opposite Ling Chen with a sword, his white face was stained with blood, and he stared at Zhang Yang.

Gu Fan, why, he has been with Ling Chen for so many years.

Qingyun had to look at that silver robe, with a strong heroic spirit, and her senior brother Huo Jingyun, who was standing with his hands at this time. She didn't want to believe it. I don't want to admit it either. But today, she forced herself to admit that all this is true.

Yes, these things can be done so drippingly, only Huo Jingyun, he has always been gentle and gentle, happy and angry.

Qingyun's body was trembling slightly. When she was kidnapped and put back, she knew that someone was going to turn around. When she saw her grandfather put her grandfather under house arrest, and when she saw Yang Shuo hesitating to speak, she guessed This person is Huo Jingyun.

Among the people she knew, only Huo Jingyun was able to fight Ling Chen.

But she never wanted to believe it. She felt that there was no reason. The brother had always been so indifferent, gentle and uncontested.

Beside Huo Jingyun, his father Huo Zhan stood. Sitting in front of Huo Jingyun was the old empress Bai Lan. Bai Lan is the mother of the original prince, because she framed Lan Ling, Ling Chen sent her to the Taimiao for retirement. I didn't expect to see her here.

Qingyun stood there quietly watching. After the shock, he was calm without fear of anything.

At this time, another group of officials tremblingly walked from Ling Chen's side to the other side, standing behind Huo Jingyun.

"Everyone, is there anyone who wants to come here?" Bran's voice was gentle. Bai Lan's hair is white and fatter, but her eyebrows are sharper than before.

Bai Lan looked at everyone: "Everyone, Ling Moran and Ling Chen's father and son deceived hundreds of officials and killed their brothers to take the throne. Now the evidence is conclusive, Ling Chen has no virtue in this position. Originally, his father Ling Moran's throne was to steal his brother. Ling Mochu's name is not righteous, and it should be returned to Ling Mochu's son Huo Jingyun now! That is, Ling Jingyun!"

Her shrill voice rang around the temple wall, and some officials shuddered as if they were about to poke someone's body with their aggressive eyes.

Bai Lan glanced at the Prime Minister Shi behind Ling Chen and said: "Prince Shi, you are the most impartial in your work. Now the evidence here in Aijia is conclusive, which proves that Ling Moran killed his brother Ling Mochu and robbed the throne, while Ling Chen killed the prince Ling Tianqiu. After the throne, do you still support this rebellious and unscrupulous son as the emperor?"

Prime Minister Shi frowned and said: "The first emperor has passed away, and now the emperor has a military strategy and is about to unify the northern wilderness. The people will live and work in peace and contentment. There are almost no major wars between countries. We ministers believe that this matter needs to be cautious!"

Because of the relationship between the first emperor, Bai Lan had friendship with Prime Minister Shi, Prime Minister Shi never joined any party, and was recognized as a fair person.

Bai Lan said: "Isn't it what you should do as the prime minister? You supported the three generations of the Ling family kings. You should know who the old emperor wanted to pass the throne to. As for the first emperor, if the prince is alive, he will never be the throne. It was passed to Ling Chen, the prince was killed by Ling Chen, are you watching the thief take the lead?"

Prime Minister Shi said: "The veteran only wants to see that the country is safe and the people can live and work in peace and contentment. The Queen Mother, the emperor changes too frequently, it will cause new wars and turmoil."

At this time, several more officials came to Huo Jingyun's team.

Prime Minister Shi sighed and looked at Han Taifu. The two exchanged glances. In an instant, the old tears burst into tears.

Seed is the cause, harvest is the result.

They have seen the cruel power competition of the previous generation.